After Amber

Your sleep is oddly uneasy. You experience a vivid and unsettling dream of a massive extended orgy. You're passed through a cavalcade of enormous fat women (and you think at least one man), some tenderly caressing you, others fucking you roughly and cruelly. Your dream self struggles and resists, but your flabby body is groped by too many hands, smothered under too much sweaty flab, and orgasm after orgasm is unwillingly coaxed out of you.

You jolt awake in a cold sweat, heart pounding and breathing heavily. You look over at Rya, who is still curled up against you, fast asleep. A tense sigh of relief leaks out of you, but you're glad she wasn't disturbed by your terrors. The TV glows surreally in the late-night darkness, still working through the porn playlist. By now, it's gotten weird. Your heart is still pounding as you make sense of the screen.

A blubbery tattooed woman is tightly locked in some kind of restraint rig. Her pose looks uncomfortable, and you make out girthy dildos stuck into her mouth, pussy, asshole, and oddly her bellybutton. A moment later, you realize the rubbery objects are actually phallic tubes, messily pulsing some kind of custard or goo into the fat woman. Still a little in shock, you try to shake your head clear and grope for your phone. There are moments when such an extreme scene might be arousing, but right now it's intolerable. Maybe it's the tears streaking the actress' plump cheeks, or how her moans between strained gulps of custard seem just a little too uncomfortable.

With a few clumsy taps, you close the porn playlist on your phone, finally plunging the hotel room into blessed darkness. It's at this point when you finally notice a sticky mess around your groin.

"Maybe the videos weren't a good idea," you mutter self-consciously. You briefly consider cleaning up, but Rya's curled too snugly around you to consider disturbing her in good conscience. Eventually, you fall back asleep, your heart rate slowing down and the nightmare mercifully fading into the recesses of your mind.

The next thing you know, the room is bright and cheery. You hear a bird chirping away outside the window and the omnipresent rumble-hum of cars on the highway.

Rya is still curled against you, she probably hasn't moved a muscle all night. She finally stirs, nuzzling into your chest and sniffing deeply.

"I had the greatest dream," she mumbles.

"Oh yeah? What was it about?" You ask, stroking her hair. You try to shake off the lingering unease from the nightmare, but the cum dried thickly around your pubes is hard to ignore.

"I was queen of a tropical island. I had so many servants and so much delicious food..." Rya whispers, her hand gliding aimlessly over you. "You were there too, as my big, sexy king. There was a part where we had to fuck publicly in the village square. It was supposed to be some kind of ritual I think."

You lean into your huge girlfriend and give her a quick kiss, mindful of morning breath. "Sounds a lot better than my dream."

"Aw, what happened?" Rya coos, stroking your cheek.

"Have you ever had a wet nightmare?"

Rya's eyes widen as she processes your question. "Oh no... Baby, do you want to talk about it?" She asks, her voice tinged with concern.

A rueful breath, then, "It was like this weirdly rough orgy with a lot of superfat people. It just like, kept going in a way that a lot of my dreams don't," You try to recount, even as the details actively burn away in the sunlight. "Sure, I'm submissive, but I only like submitting to girls that I trust. The partners in my dream, they were... mean. They didn't respect my safeword, and I think there was at least one guy."

Your girlfriend frowns deeply. "That sounds... awful. I'm sorry you had to go through that." She murmurs, rubbing your arm.

"The worst part is that I came in my sleep too," you add. "Like, a lot. Even though the dream was really scary..."

"It's okay, baby," Rya comforts you, giving you a tight hug. "Sometimes our bodies react to stress in strange ways. Maybe it was just your subconscious trying to release some tension."

"Lord knows we loaded ourselves up on tension last night," you chuckle.

"Yeah, I guess you're right," Rya giggles, nuzzling into your neck. "But today's a new day, right?"

"Absolutely," you agree. Checking your phone's clock, you see that it's not as late as you'd feared. "Gimme a sec to get cleaned up, then we can go down and get some breakfast?"

Rya murmurs "mhm", and you waddle over to the bathroom. Running some water, you soap away your unwanted orgasm and towel off, annoyed at the need for the cleaning but feeling better. Upon exiting, you find your girlfriend pulling on a casual outfit for the complementary breakfast (shorts and a loose blouse). You follow suit, pulling on some mesh shorts and a T-shirt. Moments later, the two of you are settling in at a downstairs table, continental breakfasts piled before you. You scarf down some eggs, amused that your appetite could return so soon after last night's massive binge.

Rya compacts a slice of buttery toast into her mouth, then after swallowing it, looks at you. "So I've got an idea for how to spend today. You interested?"

"Yeah, I'm game. What do you have in mind?"

She grins, "So... Maybe it's the warm weather, or that beachy video I fell asleep too, but I've been kinda craving some fresh air and sunlight lately." Another bite of toast. "I was thinking, the hotel pool is outdoors and pretty nice. We could go out, get new swimsuits, and hang out, get some sun, y'know?"

Slicing into a sausage, you reply, "Sounds good, just so long as you don't expect me to be swimming laps."

"I'm not that mean! Definitely thinking just float around, nap in the sun, maybe do a little reading..."

"Sounds like we should start planning a beach trip someday," you smile back.

"That'd be fun! But just a normal pool for today," Rya giggles, then taps at her phone. "Ok, let's see, there's a couple plus-size clothing shops not too far..."

"Should we cut breakfast short to ensure we can fit into whatever their offerings are?" you joke.

"Nonsense. We'll just make sure we get something extra stretchy!"

You give Rya's hand a loving squeeze, and the two of you finish off your breakfast in companionable quiet. After a quick return to the room for proper "out and about" clothes, the two of you are off to a clothing shop. During the drive, your phone goes off along with Rya's. It's a shared message from Amber, which you read off for your occupied girlfriend.

"Hey big besties (I can call you two that now, right), I'm finally trying to start my strongfat arc lol! Exercising sucks so much now! I'm such a fat blob, but I do need to move my ass. A mile on the elliptical isn't exactly a champion's workout, but it's a start! And now I'mma pass out until my coffee date this afternoon lmao"

Attached is a selfie. Amber's at her hotel gym, red-faced, covered in sweat and bulging out of a ratty tanktop and running shorts, but beaming with a proud smile. Rya steals an amused glance at a stoplight.

"Well, that's a start, I guess," you say with a small laugh. "But man, she looks like she's really struggling."

Rya nods in agreement. "It's good that she's trying. Even a little bit of effort goes a long way."

You fire off a text response: "Glad to see it. It's definitely harder to work out when you're bigger, but if you stick with it you'll be amazed at how much you can bulk up!"

As you and your girlfriend park at the clothing store, your ex replies: "I hope it doesn't take long, everything hurts lol. Also Rya – my thighs were chafing like crazy, how do you deal with chub rub?"

Now safely parked, Rya joins the text exchange: "I know you like your booty shorts, but they're a no-go for a lot of exercises. You basically need fabric wherever your legs are gonna touch, so that means like knee-length bike shorts. Some plus-size brands have low-friction materials on the inner thighs, and you can try powders or special skin lotions."

In a second message, Rya adds: "Also, if and when you get more belly, high waists are your friend. Yeah I know, you'll be showing less skin, but it's just so much better at holding stuff in place. I really like Gelid's activewear options, personally."

You lean over to Rya and say, "Those are some good tips. I wonder if she'll listen?"

Rya shrugs and smiles. "Maybe she will, maybe she won't. But it's always good to share what we've learned, right?"

With that the two of you roll out to the car and into the store. Operating under the moniker "Big Style", the chain has been something of a lightning rod, alleged by loudmouths to be glorifying obesity and worsening the crisis. You briefly reflect on the supposed controversy as you take in the displays. Posters and mannequins of exuberant, well-dressed (or mostly-undressed) plus-sized models are everywhere, not a slim cut to be found. Rya knows exactly what she's looking for, and makes a waddling beeline for a spot in the ladies' swimwear section. You're forced to think for a moment, noting with surprise that you last wore a swimsuit while dating Amber, and she definitely made sure it was too small.

You're pulled from your reminiscing by a round-faced, androgynous sales associate with a crew cut and a cheeky bowtie. "Hey there! Need any help with anything?" They say with a friendly smile.

"Oh, hey, you snuck up on me," you laugh. "Yeah, I'm trying to find a swimsuit that'll flatter all of this," playfully patting your belly.

The sales associate chuckles and nods. "Aww, you know we gotcha covered. Follow me, we got some options that'll make you look like a total hunk by the pool." They lead you through the racks, pointing out different fabrics, cuts, and styles. At some point they introduce themselves as Sandy.

You're generally feeling pretty good about your chunky body these days, but you do have to laughingly refuse a plus-sized pickle sling in eye-stinging fluorescent orange. "I want to show off without getting arrested," you chuckle.

The sales associate laughs along with you. "Had to try!" Sandy then takes a meaningful moment to look over your body, seeming to think extra-hard about your gut. They then dive into a rack, asking without looking at you, "You're about a 2X, right?"

You think then nod to yourself. "Yeah, that sounds about right."

Sandy emerges from the rack with sealed bag, saying, "I think you'll like these."

The bag has a label depicting a chunky male model with a build remarkably like yours, showing off a stretchy pair of swim shorts. They come up high, with a thick waistband over the gut, and drop to about mid-thigh, with blue tiger-stripe panels going up the outer thigh. After double-checking the waist measurement, you decide to simply trust that the shorts will fit. You also hedge your bets with a pair of color-splashed baggy trunks and a black Speedo on the off-chance you feel daring. Satisfied with your selections and their helpfulness, you thank Sandy, who meanders towards an enormous dark-skinned woman with braids. In turn, you wander the store for a few minutes, trying not to be distracted by all the upsize clothing models on display. You eventually catch Rya just as she's leaving the fitting room.

"Find something good, sweetie?" You ask her.

"Yeah!" She says with a smile, laying a bubblegum-pink halter top across her chest. "I found a couple cute bottoms to pair up too!"

You can't help but admire your girlfriend's confidence as she waddles over to you. "That's gonna look great," you say, taking her hand. "I can't wait to see the whole look."

"Not gonna have to wait long," she says. "I'm ready to check out. You?"

"Yeah, let's pay up and get out to the pool!"

As the two of you approach the register, you gently step ahead of Rya, brandishing your card. "I got this one, babe," you say with a smile.

The cashier, a young brunette with a friendly demeanor, greets you both warmly. As she rings up your purchases, she can't help but steal glances at your plus-sized girlfriend.

"You know," Rya chuckles, "You're not being that sly, but I don't mind the attention."

The cashier laughs nervously. "I... I... Uh, sorry... You're just really pretty."

You smirk over at Rya, who blushes slightly at the compliment. "Well, thank you," she says, beaming. "And I love your hair!"

"Your boyfriend is a lucky guy," the cashier gins and twirls a lock of red-dyed hair.

At this exchange, you wrap an arm around Rya's tubby waist and pull her close. "Yes I am," you say. "And she doesn't let me forget it!"

Rya snorts and rolls her eyes, but she can't help but look a little pleased. The cashier finishes up and hands you the receipt. "Have a great day, you two!" she says cheerfully.

You and Rya bid the young lady farewell and step back into the sunny day. You pile into the car, and as Rya starts the engine, she says, "I don't know what it is, but it seems like random people have been really nice lately."

"Maybe they vibe with your confidence. Or maybe the world's finally realizing how hot you are!"

Rya laughs and rolls her eyes, but she can't deny the compliment. "Maybe..." she says, looking over at you with a sly grin. "Or maybe it's just because I'm with you."

She takes your hand and gives you a loving squeeze.

"You're definitely the hot one of the couple though. You've got way better assets than me!" You reply.

Rya laughs. "Hey, you've got a nice ass for a guy."

"See, that's what I mean. It's still not as nice as yours!"

"Goddamned right," Rya purrs. "You know, whenever people leer at me now, I just tell myself they're jealous. I've got more ass than four normie girls, of course it's gonna turn heads!"

You laugh and agree with her. "Yeah, they should be jealous. I'm lucky to have all of you all to myself..."

At a stop sign, you lean over and steal a kiss.

"Mmm, easy there big boy," Rya says. "We'll need to behave ourselves while getting some sun. Unless you'd rather blow off some steam first?"

"I'll behave," you whine playfully. "Though seeing you wobbling around in a bikini will give me tons of ideas, I'm sure."

"Oh it's never a good thing when you get ideas," Rya laughs, and puts the car in park. You find yourself back at the hotel. Rya pats your leg excitedly, "C'mon, let's pour ourselves into some new spandex and get some fresh air!"

You and Rya pile out, new duds in hand, and hurry back to the room. The door hasn't quite swung shut before Rya is pulling off her blouse and digging out her new pink halter top. In a fluid, practiced sequence, Rya deftly unhooks her bra then peels off the undergarment, tossing it onto the couch.

"Damn, you're fast," you remark appreciatively. "I'll be ready in a sec."

You quickly slide off your shorts and boxers in one mass, then decide to try the novel option, and unpack the tiger-stripe swim shorts. As you slide the stretchy suit up your thick legs, you lightly waggle your bare ass at Rya. When you get no response, you glance over your shoulder to find your girlfriend deeply focused on situating her melons within her tight swim top. Feeling slightly deflated, you pull the heavy waistband over your rump and gut, taking a few moments to get all your own chub settled. The swim shorts are snug, without being uncomfortable, and you feel like they easily accommodate your bulk. That said, you can only imagine how intolerable the snugness would have been over your buffet-engorged belly from last night. Satisfied with the fit of your new swimwear, you turn to see Rya shimmying into her new bikini bottoms.

You hadn't seen these at the store, and you take a moment to appreciate the design. They're in flat black, but textured with subtle horizontal piping, similar to stripes. The spandex is slashed wide up the hips, resembling a string bikini, but with sturdy mesh holding the flanks together.

Rya wiggles and adjusts her bikini bottoms until they're just right, then turns to you with a sultry smile. "Well?" she asks, hands sinking into her hips. "Do I pass inspection?"

You take a moment to admire her curves in the snug swim outfit. The pink halter top balances support with showing skin, giving your girlfriend's heavy rack some great cleavage and a tantalizing splash of sideboob. The just-settled bottoms do come up to about her bellybutton, but they're fitted well, not turning Rya's doughy middle into a muffin. And despite the significant amount of spandex stretched across her abundant form, Rya's showing more luscious skin than even two skinny chicks. You nod appreciatively. "You look incredible. So damn hot." You say as you reach out and gently pinch one of her plump rolls. "I can't wait to get out there and show you off."

Rya giggles and leans into your touch, then slips her hand into yours. "You're going to have to keep up, big guy," she teases, squeezing your hand affectionately. "Cuz' I won't be the only one catching eyes."

You lean in and give her a quick kiss. "We should probably do our sunscreen before going out there. I don't trust myself not to make a family-unfriendly noise while you rub me down..."

Rya slips out of your grip then digs through her shopping bag again, "Ok, I'll do you first."

She straightens up with a bottle of sunscreen in her hands, squeezing out a big dollop then passing the bottle to you. You sigh happily as Rya spreads the sunscreen over your back, then you slop out some lotion onto your arms, then chest, and your face. You finish up with a quick pass over your legs, then turn towards your girlfriend, wiggling your fingers excitedly.

"Now it's my turn to rub you down," you laugh.

Rya giggles and steps closer, turning around so that her back is to you. She takes a deep breath and lets it out slowly, trying to relax. "Go ahead," she says softly. You squeeze a generous glob of sunscreen onto your hands and smear into Rya's soft flesh. The soft skin beneath your fingertips feels warm and pliable as you spread the lotion over Rya's back. She lets out contented sighs as you work, cooing and laughing when you find particularly ticklish spots or indulgently slide between some rolls. She reaches expectantly behind her, and you pass her the sunscreen. A moment later and she's slathering the lotion onto her chubby front. You watch as Rya rubs the sunscreen into her own skin, indulging in the sight of her arms jiggling as she works. She works pretty quickly, and after you offer an assist for the backs of her thighs, Rya pulls on sunglasses and a thin sun robe and heads for the door.

You scramble to keep up with your deceptively nimble girlfriend, quickly pulling on a light outfit before snatching your own sunglasses and room key on the way out.

A quick stroll through the halls, and you're stepping into the hot sun and a surprisingly well-appointed outdoor pool area.

"Ooh, this is even nicer than I thought!" Rya exclaims, taking in the clusters of shaded seating, lush greenery, a full-size lap pool, and most importantly the countertop connected to the hotel restaurant. You nod in agreement, following Rya across the large patio to a pair of lounge chairs set under a striped umbrella. The chairs have thick, padded cushions and tall backs that recline nearly flat. Rya sinks into one with a satisfied sigh, then pats the seat next to her. You sink into the offered seat and take in the view. Drab office parks loom over the trees, and the occasional truck rumbles by on the highway, never really letting you forget that you're still in the suburban sprawl. Still, the pool is a nice little oasis amidst the concrete wasteland of Old Ridge.

"Not gonna lie," you exhale, pulling off your shirt. "This is way nicer than I expected for some big chain hotel."

Your girlfriend unties her robe and opens it up, showing off her luscious, bikini-clad body. "Yeah, call it luck or maybe a vibe," she says, pulling the thin garment off completely. "But I just had a good feeling about this place."

You slide off your shorts and adjust your swimsuit, then grin over at Rya, "I don't think I've ever regretted letting you take the lead."

Rya folds her pillowy arms behind her head and leans back lazily, quietly retorting, "Easy there, puppy. I don't actually want to call all of the shots, you know."

"Oh?" You shoot back with a grin. "Well how about this? We're day-drinking now. And I'm buying."

She makes a show of sinking her fat self deeper into the padded lounger. "Ok, baby. Just make sure you get me something good!"

You chuckle and rise to your feet, pausing to slide a finger through the sunscreen-slicked chasm between her folded upper and lower arm. Rya whines at your teasing touch but doesn't move.

"Don't worry, princess. I'll take good care of you," you say with a grin before sauntering across the concrete deck towards the bar. As you walk, you try to slyly size up the few groups you spotted on the way in.

Most visible is a small family: two young girls splashing each other in the pool while their dad tries to mediate. He's tired-looking and portly, bulging out of faded too-small trunks. The presumed mom of the group is nursing a margarita and a cigarette, her judging glare obvious even under ostentatious sunglasses. Conversely you spot a knot of lean adult-ish young men, huddled around one particular guy with a blonde crew cut. Somehow you suspect them to be a sports team, and from the quiet hoots and jeers, the central guy seems to be having girl problems. They barely seem to notice you. Finally, there's a gray-haired man sitting at the bar, a beer in front of him, and a book about some trendy flavor of corporate leadership in his hands. He's dressed casually, and he eyes you for only a moment before lazily returning to his book.

You lean easily against the polished stone countertop and scan the menu. A few moments later, a figure emerges from around a corner: the bartender, a lanky beanpole of a woman with a dark bun. She regards you with patient amusement, "What can I getcha?"

Taking just one more moment to check the menu, you answer, "I know just the thing. Two piña coladas... Oh, and a plate of nachos, please!"

The bartender nods, already moving to the well to mix the drinks. "Nachos coming right up," she says with a smile before turning and calling out to the kitchen. You watch as she expertly shakes, chills, and pours your drinks into some charmingly chintzy fake coconut-shaped cups. You barely have the chance to sample your drink before the nachos are slid your way, the cheese still steaming.

"Wow, you guys work fast!" You remark.

"Eh, it's a slow day," the willowy bartender replies nonchalantly.

As you figure out how to balance your new provisions, you add, "Just put this on Room 201."

Got it," the bartender nods, already jotting it down on her pad. "Enjoy!"

With everything carefully balanced in your arms, you trek back towards Rya. Everybody's pretty tied up in their own business, aside from the grouchy mom you noticed earlier. She makes sure you notice her dirty look before choosing something else to glare into. As you hand out the drinks and snacks to your girlfriend, she notices the mom and snickers sarcastically, "Looks like you've got an admirer."

"I think she just hates everything," you reply, taking a deep swig of your tropical drink.

"Mm," Rya hums, taking a sip from her own drink. "Well, too bad for her."

You nod in agreement, making sure to take a big bite of the nachos for any onlookers. Rya breaks out an e-reader, and you hope she isn't going over some ancient technical documents again. You're content enough to just soak in the ambiance, sipping at your drink and alternating handfuls of chips with Rya. Against your combined appetites, the chips don't last long. Rya giggles and says, "That was a nice starter. What's actually for lunch?"

"Burgers?" You offer.

Rya's eyes light up. "You know what I like," she says. A moment later she smacks her lips and adds, "And maybe some water too."

"Consider it done," you say, giving your girlfriend a quick peck on the cheek.

It's just as easy to return to the counter. The schlubby young dad has been pulled into whatever game his daughters are playing, and seems to be having fun. You're amazed his wife still has the resolve to still be mean-mugging the world. The bros are chattering quietly amongst themselves, you can't quite identify the topic. They still seem to only notice you in passing. At the bar, the businessman actually left at some point. A familiar lanky brunette strolls out again, ready for your order. "Need something else?" She asks with an audible smile.

"Yeah, actually," you reply. "Two cheeseburgers, with the usual options. And can I get a pitcher of water to take back to my spot?"

The bartender relays your order to the kitchen, then slides over a condensate-covered glass pitcher. You grip the pitcher and a couple of glasses, but the bartender stops you for a moment.

"You're with the... Dark-haired lady in the pink top, right?" She asks, clearly trying to be diplomatic about Rya's weight.

"Yep, we're dating," you reply, giving her a friendly smile. Only now do you notice the badge declaring the bartender to be an Amy.

Amy taps her chin then says, "Tell you what. It's pretty slow today and I could stand to stretch my legs. I can bring out your food when it's ready."

"You don't have to, but if you're offering, I won't say no."

"Consider me to be offering, then," Amy replies.

"Well thanks," you laugh. "I'll see you in a sec."

You make your way back to Rya, too focused on managing the unwieldy, slick pitcher to pay much attention to any bystanders. Rya accepts a cup and a dollop of water, and you take a drink too after sitting down.

"Burgers are on the way," you announce. Rya looks at you and nods, turning back to her e-reader. She seems to be engrossed in whatever she's reading. You can tell she's enjoying the peace and quiet, but you also know she'll be glad for the food. It barely feels like you've settled in before you spot Amy's slender form heading your way, a burger plate in each hand. The bartender approaches you first, and you accept your lunch from her with a "thanks".

Rya needs a moment to prepare, but cheekily pats her expansive belly and says, "Is it weird if I say you can just set it down here?"

Amy grins and says, "Maybe a little, but I don't mind." With a smooth movement, Amy rests the plate on the flattest part of Rya's soft stomach.

Your girlfriend giggles, but tries to stay steady, immediately tucking into her sandwich. Amy steps back and prepares to leave, saying, "Come find me if you need anything else, ok?"

"Will do," you reply with a smile. As you watch Amy head back to the bar, you take a bite of your own burger. It's juicy and delicious, just what you needed.

You notice the grouchy mom glaring at you again, but you decide to ignore her. However, you can't ignore the woman for long. Out of the corner of your eye, you spot her rise to her feet and unsteadily approach you and Rya. The irritable woman only makes it a few steps; amidst some frantic splashing in the pool, her husband comes up to her and says something you can't make out. The woman gesticulates generally at you and Rya, swaying on her feet. You can't quite make out her words, but her tone of voice is agitated. The husband hauls himself out of the pool, nearly mooning you and Rya on accident, then swiftly wraps himself in a towel and takes his irate wife's arm. Rya's periodically flicking her eyes up from her e-reader, monitoring the situation. It isn't until the husband leads away his drunken worse half that your girlfriend's body language relaxes.

"It's nice when problems solve themselves," she remarks, relief mingled with irritation.

You chuckle and nod, finishing off your burger. "Definitely. I'm just glad we don't have to deal with that." You take a big swig of water, feeling energized by the meal. "So, what are you reading there?"

Rya looks up from her e-reader with a bright smile. "Oh, it's a collection of memoirs from guys who worked on some classic games. There's no code!" She laughs as you almost roll your eyes at her usual fascination. "They only TALK about the code they wrote. I'm reading about id Software right now, y'know the guys who did Doom and Quake?"

You nod in understanding, impressed by her nerdy knowledge. Grinning, you let Rya keep talking.

"Did you know that you could plausibly argue that the first professional gamer was actually a girl?" Rya asks.

"Really?" You raise an eyebrow in surprise. "I didn't know that. Who was she?"

"Uhh, says here that it was a lady named Stevie Case," Rya explains. "Apparently she beat John Romero himself in a Quake deathmatch tournament!"

You chuckle, impressed. "Wow, that's pretty darn cool."

The warm glance you share with Rya is clearly a shared thought moment, the two of you remembering your contentious first encounter on a digital battlefield. "Heh, turns out gamer girls have been there since the beginning," you laugh.

She gives you a goofy grin and goes back to her reader.

You pat her thick thigh and say, "I think I'm ready for a dip."

"But you just ate," Rya protests, and you can't quite tell if she's joking.

"That's mostly a myth, but I'll take it easy." You get up, gauging how your recent feeding has settled in your stomach. Satisfied that you don't feel too full to move easily, you sit at the water's edge and dip your feet into the pool. The pool actually feels a little cool, even against the hot afternoon, and with a "hup" you slide yourself over the edge, completely immersing yourself in the glittering water. You suppress a gasp as your ears pop and the chill envelopes you, but a moment later your body adjusts and you feel right at home. Pushing off the pool floor, you break the surface and take a refreshing breath in. Next, you fill your lungs and let yourself float lazily on your back. You float much better than you remember, and you muse on your spandex-clad gut as it gently wobbles in the chlorinated waves. As you lie there in the water, gazing up at the clear blue sky, you can't help but feel a sense of contentment wash over you.

You don't dwell on the feeling though. The pool itself is deserted, save for the groups lingering on the deck, so you start something approximating lazy laps. It feels great to be weightless in the water, even if your natural buoyancy is way different now. After a few lengths back and forth, you suddenly get swamped by a sizable wave. As you wipe the water from your eyes, you see Rya breaching the surface with a big grin.

"I needed to cool off," she giggles and splashes some water your way.

You laugh and splash back, "Well, you certainly picked a good time! The pool's basically all ours."

"In fact..." Glancing around, you notice that nobody on the deck is looking your way. You swim up to Rya, wrapping your arms around her and gently pressing her into the pool wall. It's amazing how light she is in the water, and also how she seems even squishier than usual. Rya embraces you in return, pulling you against her soft trunk as her lips seek your own. Your kisses are passionate, and you feel her heartbeat quicken as she responds to your advances. The water around you ripples, reflecting the sunlight off the surface. After a few more moments of intense passion, you break the kiss and look at her lovingly. "I love you, you know that?"

Rya smiles back at you, her cheeks flushed. "I love you too, Anon." She leans in to plant a gentle kiss on your forehead before playfully splashing you. "But we should make some space before we get an audience."

"Let 'em watch," you reply with a grin.

"I'd consider it if we didn't have another night at the hotel," Rya giggles back, her hands set on your chest.

"Fine, I'll behave," you whine playfully.

Rya grins at you, then pulls away to paddle around a bit. You've had about enough of the water, and haul yourself back onto the deck. After toweling yourself out, you stretch out to bask and wallow in the sun.. As Rya cheerily paddles around the pool, you notice another pair of figures entering the pool area.

As they approach, you have to keep yourself from staring – the figures are a pair of gorgeous Asian ladies, maybe a bit younger than you. One could be a fashion model, tall and willowy while still sporting some slim curves. The other has a markedly plump figure and a prominent tummy under a crop top. They're walking with a practiced disinterest as they pick out a seating cluster, and wind up at the area next to yours.

Rya hauls herself out of the pool at a ladder, and waddles back to you. The newcomer ladies are openly staring, but Rya doesn't seem to notice.

At first.

Your girlfriend also sets down on her lounger, wrapped in a towel, and finally notices the Asian ladies. The interlopers are chatting amongst themselves in a language you can't quite identify, but their gesturing is pretty obvious. The skinny girl says something then pantomimes "really fat", while her companion laughs and pats her tummy.

Rya's calm is finally cracked a bit. She sighs with annoyance and says to you "Ugh, figured things were too good today."

She turns towards the Asian ladies and shouts something at them in what must be their own language. The two Asian ladies' eyes widen in surprise as Rya shouts at them. They quickly turn to each other, speaking rapidly in their own language. Finally, the plump girl addresses Rya in heavily-accented English, "I'm so sorry, we didn't think you were looking."

"Oh thank Christ," Rya mutters to nobody in particular. "My Mandarin is terrible."

The plump girl smiles back but Rya presses, "So, what? Never seen a fat chick before?"

"No, of course not! We just..."

Speaking Mandarin, the skinny girl interrupts her compatriot, her body language bashful.

"I'm sorry, can we start over? My name is Xiu, and this is my sister Wei," the plump girl says. "My sister... She thinks you're beautiful."

You can see Rya's annoyance instantly evaporate, and a bashful smile plays on her lips. "You know what? That's really nice of you to say," She replies, her tone softer. "My name is Rya, this is my boyfriend Anon."

A gesture towards you, and a wave towards the new girls.

Wei says a lot very quickly, clearly excited, but Xiu calms her. The plump Xiu, explains, "I'm a math student here in Old Ridge, and Wei wants to study here too. It's her first time in America!"

You smile at the two girls, feeling a bit of warmth in your chest as you see the excitement on Wei's face. "That's really cool! I'm sure she'd fit right in," You glance at Rya, who seems to be warming up to the conversation as well.

She ribs the two girls a bit, "So uh, why the... Gestures?" She pantomimes a big belly beyond her own prodigious paunch.

Wei laughs, covering her mouth and blushing.

Xiu explains, "I... See why that would look bad. My sister was making fun of ME for getting fat! I told her that there was just too much good food here!"

You and Rya share a chuckle, and Rya pats her own belly affectionately. "There's no such thing as too much good food," she says.

Wei watches Rya's rippling flab, spellbound. She says...probably several sentences very quickly.

Xiu translates, "She uh... Thinks that it must be really nice to have a big belly like yours."

Another exchange, more translation, "Wei says.... That back in China, there's so much pressure to be quote perfect."

Xiu grins and continues, "Believe it or not, but my sister is actually quite the rebel, especially about beauty standards. She's... Speculating about how much fun it would be to get really fat and see how people react."

Rya thinks for a long moment, gently wobbling her gut. It may not be conscious. She opens her mouth, seemingly rehearsing something, then addresses Wei and Xiu in Mandarin. It takes a few tries, your girlfriend's second language is rusty, even to your ear, but she does manage to communicate in their native tongue. The three Asian girls chat amongst themselves for a bit, then Rya suddenly turns towards you.

The new girls grin excitedly as your girlfriend coos, "Oh wonderful, helpful boyfie, could you please get us each an ice cream sundae? Wei has a critical need for some American junk food!"

You chuckle and stand up from your lounger, rolling your shoulders and loosening up your neck.

"Sure thing, babe," you say with a smile. "Any special requests?"

"I'll have whatever you're getting," Rya replies. You wonder if she's inspired by your eating game with Amber from last night.

Xiu cuts in, "Something with lots of chocolate, please! Wei was very clear."

You grin at the two Asian girls. Wei is already licking her lips, though you suspect she doesn't quite know what she's in for.

As you approach the poolside bar, you check around for any other groups. The young family with with grouchy mom is long gone, and the collection of bros looks ready to leave (though they're gawping at the cute Chinese girls who wandered your way). There's a new mixed group of business-looking people, clustered around a table with coffees at hand. Your ears definitely catch the word "synergy" at some point.

Yet again you find yourself leaning on the cool stone countertop. Amy the brunette beanpole dutifully strolls back around to her post. She glances into the distance before addressing you with a smirk, "Making some new friends?"

Not missing a beat, you retort, "When you're fat and friendly, you tend to draw people in." For emphasis, you pat your belly and add with a chuckle, "It's because of all the gravity."

Amy giggles and shakes her head. "Don't think it works that way. So whatcha need this time?"

Taking a second to evaluate the dessert options, you eventually reply, "My ladyfriends and I need some ice cream. Could I please get a pair of peanut butter sundaes and a pair of double chocolate sundaes as well?"

Amy raises an eyebrow but nods. "You got it. Anything else for you, handsome?" She winks.

"Yeah, actually. Mind telling me when this town got taken over by chubby chasers?" you flash Amy an amused grin.

The bartender laughs, then relays your order to the kitchen. A moment later, she returns to you and says, "In a word, it's because you're confident."

She glances at your shaded spot again and slides a fresh pitcher of water your way. You mutter "thanks", then she adds, "You've got a good haircut, you know how to dress, and I daresay your weight settled very nicely. I could say the same things about your big girlfriend too."

"Thanks, that's really nice of you to say," you say after a brief delay. You chuckle at the unexpected compliment, and hope your cheeks aren't reddening further.

"I mean it, I'm not just fishing for tips," she laughs.

"It's funny though," you look past a spot over Amy's shoulder. "My ex convinced? Persuaded? Encouraged me to gain weight in part because she thought it'd make me unappealing."

Amy's eyes widen in shock. "I'm sorry, what?" She asks, clearly incredulous. "That's messed up!"

"In fairness," you say, trying to soothe Amy a bit. "I eat like a trashcan, so I was probably going to wind up fat someday anyways. Joke's on her though! Turns out lots of girls like their guys big."

Seemingly appeased by your explanation, Amy giggles. "Well, I'm glad it all worked out for you."

You laugh along, but catch yourself and say, "Wait, why did I just tell you all that?"

"Because I'm a very good bartender," Amy replies with a wink. "I can't take tips, so that was all just for the love of the game."

"Well, thanks for listening," you reply, a bit bashful. "Guess I haven't quite sorted everything out."

Amy smiles gently, "Seems to me like you're doing just fine. And I think you're about to be doing even better."

She spins around and retrieves a tray with four bowls, all heaped with ice cream and various toppings. You add the new pitcher to the tray and prepare to heft the whole thing.

"Sure you've got all that?" Amy asks helpfully.

"Yeah. I'm stronger than I look."

Amy chuckles, "Really? You already look pretty rugged."

"Please quit feeding my ego, it's already plenty big," you joke, but secretly know you'll be hanging on that compliment for weeks to come.

As you find your grip on the tray, Amy simply says, "As you wish. Enjoy!"

You carefully return to the shady corner where the girls wait. Wei and Xiu have disrobed down to their matching bikinis. Their swimsuits are a simple black and not a particularly daring cut, but Xiu's is a little too small, making her look a bit extra pudgy. Wei of course still looks like a fashion model, spandex snug against her lithe form. Trepidation leaks into her face when she sees how big the ice cream bowls are. Her sister nudges her in the side with a wry grin, saying something in Mandarin then patting her modest tummy.

"Alright ladies," you announce as you set the tray between lounger sets. "Ice cream to beat the heat. As requested, chocolate for our guests, and peanut butter for Rya and me."

Everybody grabs a bowl. Rya immediately tucks in with a happy noise. Wei chances some English, uneasily saying "Thank you!", and Xiu adds "This is so nice!"

You spare a moment to shovel in a big spoonful of your ice cream. It's pretty good, if nothing to write home about. As the sweet cream cools your gullet, you reply graciously, "It's no trouble at all. Everybody deserves a treat from time to time."

As you eat, you take a moment to observe as everyone digs into their ice cream. Rya is the first to finish, just the latest reminder of her boundless appetite. Wei and Xiu are slower eaters, taking smaller bites and savoring the flavors. There isn't much conversation as everybody eats. Xiu eventually nibbles her ice cream away and says tiredly, "Ah that was too much, but it was so good!"

Wei, appetite matching her small frame, has set aside her half-finished bowl. She lays back looking a bit green, but pats her trim middle happily.

"Thank you again!" Xiu says, "I'm still amazed at how generous Americans can be!"

You and Rya smile pleasantly and one of you is about to say something, but Wei says something to her sister. Xiu timidly explains, "Sorry, I don't want to be rude, but my sister and I would like to do our own thing now."

Rya chimes in, "It's a free country. You could always do your own thing!"

With that, the two Asian girls get comfy on their loungers and start playing around on their phones, intermittently chatting in Mandarin. You glance over at your girlfriend. She's whipped her e-reader back out, but catches your eye and blows you a quick kiss. With a belly full of ice cream and a pretend harem of ladies around you, a smug grin creeps onto your face, and you settle deeper into the lounger's thin cushions. It briefly creaks and scrapes under your fat ass.

You get out your phone and boot up your current favorite trashy fat waifu gacha game. The gameplay is actually pretty engaging, and in moments you're sucked deep into a web of tactics, battling a force of malignant animated candy monsters. You smirk with satisfaction after setting up the Glutton Queen Gwen for a pivotal area attack. The blobby queen launches herself into the air, descending like a squishy meteor onto a knot of candy golems, smashing them flat beneath her cartoonishly huge ass and shaking the screen madly. The battle won, your party of supersized waifus cutely celebrate on screen, when you hear a shifting, shuffling sound off to the side.

Wei has her bowl of now-melted ice cream held to her lips, and is chugging the thick liquid as her sister gently eggs her on. She briefly meets your gaze and shoots you an obvious smile before tilting her head back and finishing the dessert. Wei even goes so far as to indulgently stick out her tongue, catching the last drops of melted ice cream. She daintily wipes her mouth, then sets aside the bowl and lays back, sighing a little unsteadily and patting her slim stomach. You glance over at your girlfriend, who noticed this little show as well. The two of you exchange knowing smirks, then go back to your devices.

A little time passes; your squad of chubby anime girls fight and gorge their way further through a corrupted candy land, and Wei and Xiu finally decide to hop into the pool. As the smaller ladies splash around and giggle, Rya puts away her reader and looks at you.

"I'm feeling a little crispy. You about ready to head back to the room?" She asks.

"Sure. I'm not used to much sun these days either."

Rya helps you gather up the dishes from your afternoon snacks, and the two of you pull on your street clothes. The skinnier ladies paddle over to the side of the pool, watching. As you prepare to leave, you give them a polite wave and say, "Wei, Xiu – it was great to meet you. I hope you have a nice visit!"

Xiu replies with a warm smile and says, "Thank you, and it was nice meeting you too!"

Wei gives a smile and a wave.

Rya also addresses them, saying, "Take care, you two! Remember, you can always diet when you get home!"

"Or not at all," she adds with a giggle, striking a pose that emphasizes her heavy curves.

"Role model!" Wei exclaims, all but drooling at your huge girlfriend.

Xiu splashes her sister, laughing, "You made a pun!"

They break into giggly Mandarin, and give cutesy waves with an air of finality. With that, you and Rya make your way back towards the air-conditioned oasis of the hotel lobby. The business group seems blind to the world, still prattling amongst themselves. A newcomer gray-haired lady in a hat and sundress watches you and Rya over the rim of a wineglass, betraying only a casual interest.

The moment you and your girlfriend get back inside, you realize just how hot the afternoon really had been. You make an immediate beeline for the complimentary iced water, today flavored with some cucumber chunks. After quaffing a cup or two, Rya says, "You know, I should probably pay more attention to what's going on in China."

"Yeah?" You ask.

"Yeah," Rya answers, chugging another tiny cup, her skin visibly cooling. "I remember my dad talked about Beijing all the time. Even though he was an asshole, I'm curious about what it's like there. I guess the sisters got me thinking."

You just nod quietly, letting your girlfriend think. She doesn't actually ponder any more on her heritage, instead saying, "Whew, ok I'm ready for a shower and a nap after baking outside all afternoon. Whaddya say, loverboy?"

"Sounds good. Summer's not exactly the most fat-friendly season," you laugh.

An elevator ride and a quick walk, and the two of you are once again in the shaded, cool sanctum of your hotel room. Rya immediately starts stripping down, even gyrating and wobbling a little bit to give you a show.

"I like confident Rya," you say appreciatively as she shimmies out of her bikini bottoms.

She grins over her shoulder at you, "Find a pool near the apartment and you can show me off as much as you like!"

You chuckle, "Deal."

Rya continues her striptease, extricating her tits from her pink halter top. As she unhooks the garment, she adds, "And maybe I'll follow through on wearing some sluttier swimsuits in public. Whaddya say, doughboy? Want to scar some fatphobes?" You feel a mix of arousal and pride as you banter with your girlfriend, "You love being the center of attention, don't you? Well I love showing off my supersized smokeshow of a girl!"

Rya laughs and smiles, tossing the top over a nearby chair. She walks up and embraces you, her plush flesh clammy and sticky from sweat and sunscreen. "You misunderstand me," she purrs. "We're gonna show off together. If I'm going to cram myself in some strappy fetishy thing, you're going to squeeze yourself into a Speedo at the least." Rya grins as you blush slightly, excited and nervous at the prospect of showing off even more of your chubby body.

"If mistress Rya wants her boyfie to show lots of skin, he'll do it," you say. "I like it when people stare, but promise me something: if I do ever get uncomfortable, you won't make me stay out there."

"I promise," Rya says with a soft smile. "You're my partner, not my plaything. We'll have fun showing off together, but above all we'll respect each other's boundaries." She leans in and gives you a quick kiss on the cheek, her soft breasts flattening warmly against your chest. You gaze into her dark eyes.

"I love you, Rya."

"I love you too, Anon."

With that, Rya smacks your butt and breaks away, heading for the shower. As she walks, she adds a deliberate sway to her heavy hips, just to make sure you're staring. Rya disappears into the bathroom, and you hear the sound of water running. With a contented sigh, you sit down on the edge of the bed, still feeling the imprint of her plush body against yours. You strip off your clothes, setting aside your swim shorts for a later rinse. Many thoughts swirl in your head: your growing comfort with some lightweight exhibitionism, the apparently cross-cultural appreciation of upsized bodies, plotting for a particular challenge battle in your fat waifu game, and most importantly what your next meal will be.

Your phone buzzes, snapping you out of your figurative and literal navel-gazing. It's a group message from Amber, and she's already typing a followup.

"Oh my God, coffee with Shahnaz went so well! I think I'm getting a new job, and we're doing dinner tonight definitely as a date!"

Before you can even start a response, Amber's sent along a picture. It's a selfie: your ex is in a smart, tight blouse and huddled up close to an enormous smiling woman with light brown skin. You presume the other woman could only be the mysterious Shahnaz, and you marvel at her downright royal appearance. True to Amber's gushing, Shahnaz is gorgeous – you can't clock her ethnic extraction, but her double-chinned face just oozes class and sophistication, and her honey-tone eyes seem to glitter with an inner light. Shahnaz's dark hair is gathered into a thick braid which snakes alluringly down her immense frame. In spite of your own predilections for bigger girls, you still gawp at Shahnaz's enormity and obviously curvaceous build, apparent even from just an upper-body shot.

"Wow, you weren't kidding," you send back. "She's really pretty! And it sounds like you've hit it off?"

Amber's reply is quick. "Yeah, I think so! She's really smart and funny, and she was really nice when I alluded to having... issues. Also, she's even bigger than she looks! She's just so...commanding in person, she must be descended from nobility or something!"

In spite of your complex feelings on Amber, you find yourself grinning. You're actually happy for her, and it's easy to imagine your ex easily being kept under thumb by her immense new crush. As you mull your next response, Rya emerges from the shower, wrapped in towels and still damp. You pull up Amber's new selfie and show Rya, explaining, "So we finally know what Shahnaz looks like!"

Rya takes your phone and gazes at the picture for a long time. "Goddamn," she eventually says. "Shahnaz is a lot of woman; Amber really struck gold."

You explain, "Well not just yet. The date is tonight."

"Well, sink or swim. I... actually hope she's learned enough about being a good person," Rya says.

"Yep."

An awkward silence descends for a moment, but Rya breaks it by leaning in and nuzzling into your shoulder. "So, whatcha want to do with the rest of the day?"

"I need to shower," you reply. "I'm all sweaty."

"Or," Rya replies, taking a whiff of your skin, "You don't shower today. In fact, how'd you like to stay in and fill up on lots of greasy, fragrant foods?"

You smile, feeling your stomach rumble in anticipation. "Oh?"

Rya giggles, poking your chubby belly. She says, "Yeah. I want my boyfie to eat like a man, and to smell like a man!"

"You know I love being spoiled," you chuckle, caressing Rya's arm.

Rya caresses one of your soft pecs, gently pinching a nipple. "It's not just for you though. In exchange, I want you to spend the rest of the day in nothing but your new Speedo."

You gulp, feeling a mix of embarrassment and excitement. "Deal."

She continues to caress your skin, now gently grabbing a roll. "Don't worry," she reassures you. "I won't make you leave the room in your spanky little suit. In fact, I'll handle procuring all the snacks and drinks today."

With that, you roll to your feet and dig through the shopping bags from earlier. In moments, you extract your new Speedo. Briefly pausing to properly orient the black sliver of spandex, you carefully roll the swimsuit up your legs. You situate the fabric over your ass, adjust your junk in front, and let your belly wobble unconstrained. Somehow, the tight suit feels more scandalous than going around naked. Finding yourself simultaneously sheepish yet excited, you turn back towards your girlfriend, striking a pose that jiggles as much of you as possible.

"So what do you think, babe? Am I a blue-ribbon hog?"

"Looking good, Anon," Rya crows from the bed. She rolls to her feet as well and waddles over to you, caressing your flanks.

"But you're not a real prize hog without a nice stuffed belly." Your girlfriend hooks a finger under your suit's elastic, snapping it against your hip.

You yelp in surprise, giggling nervously. "But baby, we stuffed ourselves silly at the buffet last night. If we keep eating like this, we're gonna get fat!" You protest jokingly. Rya smirks and shrugs, leaning in to nuzzle your neck. "And wouldn't that be just terrible," she jokes, making sure to mold her corpulent body against yours. You nibble Rya's ear, coaxing out a breathy hum.

"Later, big guy," she purrs. "I need to get decent and bring up some snacks."

You whisper in her ear, "You know I could just pin you to the bed if I don't feel patient."

Rya shudders and gasps at your words, but replies, "I know, baby. That's why it's so fun to boss you around. Even though you hold all the cards, you're still so eager to please big fat mistress Rya."

Feeling your heart skip a beat at her words, you grin, "I just want to make you happy, baby."

"You always do," she beams at you and plants a kiss on your chest. At that, your girlfriend breaks away and starts digging for a half-decent outfit. You lay a towel onto the bed and arrange some pillows, preparing for a hardcore lazy day. Rya pulls on some fresh underwear, plus a plain set of shorts and a T-shirt. Hair still damp, she slips on her sandals and waddles out the door with a wink.

You get comfy on the bed, flipping on the TV and channel surfing for a bit. Eventually, a block of engineering documentaries seems like the best option, so you settle in to a fluffy piece on shipbuilding. The narrator is starting to to discuss special maritime alloys when the door latch clicks and Rya shuffles back in, arms full of junk food.

Before you can move to greet your girlfriend and help with some of her load, she calls across the room, "Nope! Stay right there on that bed, Anon. Mistress wants you maximally lazy today." She kicks off her sandals and beelines for the bed, depositing a pile of chips, cakes, cans, and at least one large bottle within arms' reach. Sensing Rya's desire for theatrics, you hold off on grabbing from the pile, instead grinning as she joins you on the creaking bed.

She then reaches down and presses a can of beer into your hands. "We're gonna keep day-drinking. Get some bubbles down your throat, I want you nice and sloshy today!" Rya wobbles your bare stomach affectionately.

"Yes ma'am," you giggle, swiftly cracking the can and chugging down the cheap macro brew. You drain the can in a couple greedy gulps, then belch indulgently a moment later.

Rya rolls over and licks the side of your face. "That's a good start for my piggy," she coos. "So what're we watching? It looks like nerd shit."

"Shipbuilding."

Rya giggles and snuggles into your side. "Nerd!"

"Says the girl who was reading about video game coding earlier today," you tease and poke Rya's cheek.

She puts on a theatrical huff, quickly unwrapping a snack cake and stuffing it into your mouth, not nearly fast enough to actually interrupt you. "Less talking, more eating," she commands, trying not to laugh.

You grin around your mouthful of sugary goodness and nod obediently. Rya noisily opens a bag of chips as you scarf down the saccharine snack. While you reach for another snack cake, Rya presses another can of beer into your free hand. "Trying to get me drunk?" You joke.

Rya scoffs, "Psh. As if a few beers could faze a big guy like you. But yes, I want you drunk, lazy, and greedy!"

"No complaints here," you laugh, easily chugging the second can.

Rya actually backs off a little at this point, either too focused on her own snacking, or deliberately letting you graze at your own pace.

"So," you start cautiously. "I certainly dig the pampering today, but what brought this on?"

Looking up at you from her phone, a small blush appearing on Rya's plump cheeks. "Oh, um. I just... Felt like I owed you for last night. I pushed the boundaries a little hard making out with your ex."

You tenderly grab Rya's chubby arm, creeping your grip towards her soft palm. "Rya honey, baby." You say gently. "I don't want us to be keeping score or anything. I had that weirdly intense eating contest with her last night too. So long as we're getting buy-in from each other, I don't think we need to be counting relationship points or debts."

Rya looks down, her blush deepening. "You're right. I just... I just want to make you the center of attention today. Is that still ok?"

"Of course," you say, hooking two fingers under her pudgy double chin and turning her face towards yours. "I've got a pile of junk food, a comfy room, the beautiful girl I love, and she's worshiping my chub. What more could a fat guy want?"

She looks up at you with a mix of adoration and amusement, clearly touched by your words. She leans in to kiss you softly on the lips, her plush body pressing against yours. "Thank you, baby," she murmurs. "You're the best."

"And don't you forget it," you laugh.

The shipbuilding documentary wraps up, and is followed by a piece on undersea mining, continuing the nautical theme. The two of you watch semi-diligently, playing around on your phones while continuing to snack. In about an hour, the chips and cakes are gone, as is the beer. You're feeling good and relaxed, and more importantly you're still feeling hungry.

"You up for an early dinner, babe?" You ask. Rya giggles and rolls off the bed, already starting to gather up the empty snack bags and beer cans.

"Early? But we just ate!" She pretends to pout, but there's a twinkle in her eye.

"Yeah, we just ate some junk food. Lots of calories, none of the satiation," you retort.

Rya sets aside the trash and waddles up next to you. She pats and gently sloshes your belly, whispering, "I can feel all those calories bubbling away inside you, getting turned into lots of tasty cum..."

You've been mildly horny all afternoon, but your girlfriend's teasing has you hard in seconds. Caressing your cock through your Speedo, you reply, "I'm gonna have so much for you, honeybun."

Rya leans in, taking a whiff of your skin and licking your stomach, even briefly sliding her tongue into your bellybutton. "Mmm, you smell so good," she murmurs. "But you're missing something. I think you need something... Spicy." She caresses your thigh, squeezing the fat and feeling the muscle underneath.

"So what are you thinking, girlfriend?" You ask.

"Mistress tonight," Rya corrects, playfully but firmly squeezing your nipple.

A jolt of discomfort and excitement radiates outward, and you inhale sharply. You try again, "What's for dinner, mistress?"

Rya giggles and ruffles your hair affectionately. "Indian food. You don't actually have to get a spicy dish, but I do want you to pick something really flavorful for yourself!"

Resting both hands on your gut, you squeeze it and tease your girlfriend. "We need like a bakery's worth of garlic naan and a whole bunch of curry samosas," you say.

Rya giggles, leaning in and licking up some stray crumbs from your chest. She answers, "So eager! Let me get my phone." She gives your nipple another playful flick, then waddles back over to her side of the bed. Tapping at the screen, "So you never mentioned a specific restaurant. This Pasha's Palace is rated pretty good, name ring a bell?"

"Nope, can't say it does. But if it's got good reviews, I'm willing to take a chance!" You say enthusiastically.

Rya grins, clearly amused by your eagerness. "Alright, big boy."

"Ok, can I see their menu?"

"No. I'm ordering for you tonight," Rya's grin widens further as she swings the phone away from your grasp.

"Just make sure you order enough," you pout playfully.

Rya ignores your bratty comment for a moment, scrolling and tapping in an order.

"Ok, order's in, should be here in an hour or less," She announces. Then, slowly diving onto the bed and wobbling towards you, she continues, "Now, my sexy gluttonous boyfie, you should be worried about where you're going to fit all of this." Your breath hitches as she again teases the rim of your belly button. A thrill of anticipation surges through your guts, already preparing to be stretched out again, and a fresh pulse of blood goes to your spandex-wrapped cock.

"With you egging me on," you whisper, "I'm sure I could eat a whole horse."

"I'm sure you could," Rya replies, kissing your cheek. With that, she lays off of teasing you, rolling back to a resting pose next to you. Now that dinner's actually been ordered, your appetite is properly building, and you irritably while away the needed hour or so. The TV drones on about oil rigs; normally the show would be interesting, but in your hungry-aroused state it's actually slightly annoying. You do note the use of a competitor's machinery in a couple of places though.

By the time Rya ventures out of the room for the food, you're definitely feeling ravenous. You distractedly flip through channels, willing your girlfriend to return quickly. She isn't gone long. The door suddenly swings open and Rya stumbles back in, arms piled awkwardly with paper bags. A rich aroma follows her; after taking a deep whiff, you audibly moan in anticipation.

"Oh my God, this is going to be so fucking good, I can tell already!"

Rya grins at your outburst, but focuses on setting out the food. She extracts a large cardboard container and sets it on your belly. It's warm on your skin but not uncomfortable.

"Ok, piggy man," she giggles. "Your main tonight is enough chicken masala for a family. Lots of cream and butter, everything you need to get even sexier!"

You look up at her with a mix of lust and hunger, "I'm gonna need it, babe."

"I know you will," she replies, her eyes gleaming with excitement. "But that's not all." Your girlfriend then unwraps a large wad of foil, unleashing a burst of rich garlicky scent and revealing several pieces of garlic naan, visibly shiny with grease. It's all you can do to keep from grabbing at the pile, waiting patiently as she also stages out a bag of fist-sized samosas. She finally sets aside her own entree, something with shrimp and a red sauce, but doesn't immediately settle onto the bed next to you. Instead, she starts pulling off her clothes. As she strips, she says, "Go ahead and dig in, baby. I'm going to change into something a little...lighter."

You're momentarily torn between seeing your girlfriend's luxuriously fat, sexy body yet again or quieting the demands of your belly. Hunger wins out, and you find yourself shoveling flavorful rice and chicken into your maw. The creamy sauce sinks into your tongue and gums, even filling your sinuses with a whirlwind of earthy spices. You only remember that you're not alone when Rya sinks into the bed next to you, now wearing only the thin swim robe from this afternoon. You conspicuously leer at your girlfriend's revealing outfit, gulping down enough of your meal to say, "Mmm, we lucked out, this food is great!"

Rya smirks at your comment, leaning in to give you a playful swat on the arm. "Always got your priorities straight, right piggy?" She replies, her tone teasing.

"Hey, I'm just doing what you told me to do," you retort, shoveling in a pile of chicken and rice for emphasis.

"Good answer," Rya grins back, then brings a samosa up to your face. Ignoring your grunt of protest and confusion, she presses the morsel to your lips, and you let her stuff it into your mouth, causing your cheeks to balloon comically.

You chew laboriously, trying to pick out the flavors of the crunchy dough and spiced vegetables over the mouthful of masala that was there first. In spite of yourself, you giggle carefully, amused by Rya's still-surprising dominant streak.

"What's so funny?" Rya asks, her tone playful and curious.

You shake your head, still chewing. "Just you, being all bossy with the food," you manage to get out between bites. "It's really cute."

Rya grins, clearly pleased by your reaction. "I just wanted to reaffirm that you're the center of my world," she says. "I love you so much, Anon. I just want to make you happy, and I know that food, attention, and sex always cheers you up..."

You swallow another bite, your chest warming as you lock in on the moment's tender vibes. "I love you too, Rya. And you always make me happy, though I definitely won't turn down any evening like this."

Your girlfriend giggles around a bite of her own shrimp curry. After swallowing it, she beams back at you, "Men really are so easy to please."

"And you're complaining?" You retort with a smirk.

"Not at all, I love every moment of it," she says, laughing, then reaching over to run a gentle hand across your belly. Her touch is warm and reassuring, making you feel even more content. You let out a contented breath that turns into a moan.

"You... Deserve to feel good too," you say after a moment. "I'll set up a 'spoil Rya' evening soon too."

Rya blushes at your words, her face growing slightly flushed. "Baby, you don't need to. You said yourself that you don't want to quote, keep score."

"But I want to."

She squeezes your hand lovingly, conceding, "Guess I can't stop you."

Rya then releases you and grabs a samosa, nibbles on it, then says, "Ok that's enough wholesome shit. Mistress Rya is back in charge." Your girlfriend even manages to keep her tone steady as she reasserts her dominant side, glaring at you. "I don't want any leftovers tonight. You're gonna eat until you pop if that's what it takes. Got it, piggy?"

"Yes, Mistress. And that'd be a great way to go!" You start in on the food again, barely bothering to chew properly as you scarf it down. The greasy, spicy flavors coating your tongue make you moan again in delight.

Rya watches you with a mix of amusement and pride. Conversation drops off as the two of you gorge. Despite your afternoon of snacking, you are indeed ravenous, and steadily chunk through your entree. You grab the occasional samosa or flat of garlicky naan, feeling the rich, pungent flavors practically sinking into you.

She's doing some damage to her meal as well, but today you're the bigger glutton. Even as you once again feel the familiar discomfort of an overfull stomach, you press on undaunted. When you finish your chicken masala, you're stuffed of course, but in your current mindset you know you're not at your limit yet. You lick away the last morsels of your meal and rub your swollen gut contentedly.

"So good..." You groan.

Watching you with a mix of lust and amusement, Rya giggles, "You are so cute when you're full," and reaching over to run her fingers through your hair. "I'm not done with you yet though. I've got an idea." You burp uncomfortably, sighing at the slight pressure relief.

"Should I... (Huff) Be worried?"

Rya chuckles softly. "Maybe just a little. Seeing you laying there all bloated and helpless... I wanna use you as my plate."

"Can't... Really resist, can I?" You groan. Rya strokes your side, causing you to shudder. "You've always got the safe word, remember. Besides, you won't need to do anything. I'm just going to eat the rest of my food off of your sexy stuffed gut."

You moan in anticipation as you feel her hand brush against your protruding belly. Your heart races and your breath quickens at the thought of being used like this. "O-okay," you manage to say, your voice quivering slightly.

Rya heaves herself up with a grunt, clearly weighed down by her own indulgences as well. She shuffles closer and straddles your thigh, then says, "Just try to hold still, ok?" She doesn't wait for your reply before dumping her container of shrimp curry onto your distended, chubby stomach. You giggle as the warm, saucy curry piles up on your skin. Rya grins and tosses her fork aside, leaning in and eating off of you with only her hands and mouth. It's all you can do to not squirm at her touch. Your pulse thumps in your neck and your cock at the incredibly intimate contact, your thigh utterly engulfed by Rya's tender pudge. Unexpectedly, Rya reaches off to the side, retrieving one of the last pieces of naan. She gathers up a mixed glob of rice and curry, but presents the wrap to you.

"This food's so much better when it's seasoned with you," she purrs. "Plus, I want my piggy man even fuller."

You accept the offering without protest, your lips curling into a blissful smile. You bite into the naan and moan happily as the flavors explode on your taste buds: rich umami shrimp, not-quite-spicy red curry, and so much garlic you can practically feel it.

"Mmm... Thank you, mistress," you say between chews.

Rya smiles back at you, her eyes flashing with pleasure as she progressively stuffs the wrap home. As you finish the last bite, you feel a renewed rush of warmth spread through your entire body. Your belly is so full that it's become a bit of a challenge to breathe properly, but you don't mind. You let out a contented sigh and pat the side of your distended stomach, cautiously minding the dwindling pile of curry atop it. Your girlfriend finishes her entree, roughly licking sauce off of your belly, but definitely not quite getting every spot. She leans back, sitting on her chunky haunches and looking down at you with adoration. She undoes the ties on her robe, and a hand drifts towards her pudgy crotch before she remembers the spicy sauces on her fingers and reconsiders. Rya instead contents herself by massaging a pendulous breast and squeezing her nipples. Her hips gently gyrate on your thigh, and she moans, "God you're so sexy like that. A big, overstuffed mess, all sweaty and covered in sauce..."

You chuckle, feeling the warmth spread through your body. "You like what you see?" You ask, rubbing your swollen belly with a contented expression on your face.

"Oh yeah," Rya replies, her voice thick with desire. "How're you feeling, big boy?"

You smile and groan, turning your attention inward, gauging your remaining discomfort tolerance. "I'm fucking horny and fucking stuffed," you pant, your heart racing from the excitement. "But is there any more left?"

Rya laughs, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "Maybe a little bit," she says, her voice husky. "You're such a good piggy." She surveys the wasteland of takeout containers. Spotting some remaining scraps, she reaches for a box and purrs, "And good piggies always clean their plates."

You bite your lip expectantly, and see that Rya's discovered two straggling samosas. She doesn't wait for you to say anything before commanding, "Open up."

On its own your mouth lolls open, ready to receive even more deliciousness. Rya leans in carefully, trying not to put pressure on your distended stomach, and firmly drives one of the samosas past your lips. Even as your body begins to rebel at your overindulgence, the flavorful pastry and filling threatening to stick in your throat, you force it down. These new morsels hit your overloaded stomach like bombs, but you know you can fit in just a bit more.

Rya notices your slowed pace, and gets creative. For the final samosa, she dunks it in the leftover masala sauce, thoroughly greasing up the snack with the buttery curry. The change in texture and flavor makes this last morsel go down more easily, but the influx of grease isn't appreciated by your overworked stomach. As soon as it hits your stomach, your guts rumble, and you barely suppress a ripple of nausea.

"Fuck... That was... Heavy..." You wheeze. Rya giggles and leans in to press a kiss to your forehead. "I knew you could take it," she says, her voice full of pride. "Now, how about your reward?" She grins wickedly, her eyes sparkling with anticipation.

"Is it... A nap?" You manage to say.

"Not yet," Rya purrs. "You're gonna fuck me like a whore and cum all over my blubbery belly."

You groan, both at the heat of her words and from how heavy and sluggish you feel.

"I'm... Gonna need a minute," you reply. "And manage... Your expectations."

With an amused twinkle in her eye, Rya giggles. "Oh, don't worry, baby," she says. "I know how to take care of my feedee."

Your heart skips a beat at that word, but you don't protest. Rya shifts, giving herself a better angle to soothe your pulsing discomfort with tender belly rubs. As she starts to gently rub your swollen belly, you can't help but let out a contented sigh. Her touch is soothing, and the warmth emanating from her hands seems to seep into your overstuffed body. You close your eyes, savoring the moment and the sensation. "Don't fall asleep on me now," she coos. "That's an order. That big juicy cock of yours is ready to bust out of your spandex, it'd be a shame to waste it..."

You groan, your eyes shooting open. "You... You're killing me," you pant. "But in a good way."

Rya giggles, her warm hands moving to your bulging lower belly. She gives it a gentle squeeze, and you moan in pleasure. You drag yourself a little more upright, burping quietly as your innards jostle a bit.

"Feeling better?" Rya teases.

Managing a weak nod, you meet her gaze. She smiles softly and leans in to press a kiss to your forehead once more. "Good," she says. "Now let's see how well you can fuck me with some extra tonnage."

She gently jiggles your tubby belly, shaking out another small burp and prompting a giggle. You chuckle, still a bit winded from the massive feast. "I'll do my best, mistress," you manage to say between breaths.

"Now, get on your back," you command.

Rya grins with lust and rolls off of your thigh, and you groaningly heave yourself to your feet. Feeling renewed determination, you declare, "I was thinking that I'd bang you from the side of the bed."

"You still want me on my back, right?" Rya asks, detangling herself from her thin robe.

"Of course, baby," you reply. "I wanna look you in the eye when I glaze your belly with my cum."

At that, you fish out your needy cock, fumbling with the spandex of your tight Speedo to keep it out of the way. Rya giggles huskily, scooting towards the edge of the bed. The mattress creaks with her every move. With her chunky legs spread and hanging off the side, she lays back and pulls her belly up, revealing her plump vulva, dripping with sweat and desire. You step close, vibrating with anticipation but also praying that task at hand doesn't stir up your insides too much. Hefting one of Rya's huge thighs (and noting that it's probably bigger than a skinny girl's waist), you use your other hand to grasp your cock, slapping it against Rya's chubby fupa to tease her.

Rya's eyes roll back in her head, and she lets out a moan that shakes her entire body. "Oh god, Anon, don't tease me," she begs.

"Too bad I'm in charge now, mistress," you retort, sliding your cock along a fold and tickling her clit.

Rya's breath hitches, and her voice is barely more than a whisper. "Please, I can't take much more."

You smirk, loving the power you hold over her. "You're going to have to take it," you growl. "But you've got the codeword if it's really too much." Rya's dark eyes meet yours, and she thinks for a long moment. She bites her lip and whines with a grin, "Please don't tease me, Anon..."

Grinning back, you release your cock, and slide your sauce-free hand into her fat, hot folds. Expertly finding her clit and vagina in her depths, you resume teasing, "What's this? Your fat pussy got a little too excited when you fed me? Well that's just too bad..."

Rya gasps and her whole body shudders, her hands clenching the sheets. "Please, keep going," she begs.

You chuckle, loving the way she writhes under your touch. "Oh, I'm just getting started." With that, you begin a slow, steady rhythm of sliding your fingers in and out of her wet, hot folds, while rubbing her clit with your thumb. The bed groans beneath you as Rya's massive belly heaves with every gasp and moan. Rya gyrates her hips in time with your strokes, rhythmically wobbling her corpulent body. As her breathing increases in pitch and you feel contractions around your fingers, you keep your pace, easily rolling her over towards rapture. Finally, after what feels like an eternity of teasing, Rya's entire body tenses up as she lets out a long, high-pitched moan. Her hips buck repeatedly, trying to get away from the relentless stimulation of your fingers.

She takes only a few shallow breaths before wrapping her other fat thigh around your waist, pinning you in place.

Between pants she gasps, "Fuck... Me. Fuck me... Hard, fat boy... Spray your cum... All over me... Your huge mistress... Orders it!" You grin and pull your fingers out of her, leaving her panting and eager for more. Gripping your throbbing cock, you slide around her fat folds a bit, soon finding her entrance. Loosing a satisfied gasp, you slide into Rya, wrapping your now free arm around her other thigh. The tightness of her velvety insides contrasted with the chubby abundance of her vulva and fupa always turns you on, and you press your shaft deep into your fat girlfriend.

Rya moans, arching her back as you fill her. "Oh god, Anon," she gasps, "you're so big... It feels so good."

Her words fuel your passion, and you start pumping, feeling your cock stretching her insides. You lean down to meet her gaze, holding her stare as you begin thrusting deeper, harder, feeling her walls grip you tightly with every thrust. The sound of your hips slapping against her fat echoes through the room, adding to the sounds of the creaking bed and the heavy breaths of two overfed fatties. You grunt, both from pleasure but also from exertion as you struggle to keep your arms wrapped around her doughy thighs. It takes all of your focus to keep your rhythm while also keeping your overstuffed stomach calm(ish) and Rya's fat body pinned in place. The sensation is incredible – your hips engulfed in her fat, your soft bellies pressed together and slapping against each other as you drive into her pussy again and again. You never would have imagined that you'd become so obsessed with fatness, but since meeting Rya, you can scarcely imagine life without it. A familiar tug in your groin drags you back to the moment, a hot pulse building and about to boil over.

"I'm almost there," you gasp.

Rya wordlessly releases her legs from around your waist, letting you slide out of her hot folds. "Cum for me baby," she exhorts, as you begin stroking your pulsating cock with her abundant juices. She keeps dirty talking even as you start to boil over. "Cum for me fat daddy, piggy boy. Show me how much you love my fat body!"

You groan through gritted teeth as you finally release, ropes blasting out of you like hot nails. As promised, you do manage to empty your balls onto Rya's blubbery gut. You catch your breath, feeling a mix of satisfaction and relief. Rya giggles and pants, her eyes twinkling with delight. With a grunt, she leans forward, surveying the glistening mess on her vast stomach. Next, she reaches down, gathering up your sticky release and sensually dribbling it into her mouth. Rya moans with delight as she sucks her fingers clean.

After a quick breath you ask, "Well, how'd I do, mistress? Did I make enough, and does it taste good?"

Rya looks up at you with a sultry gaze, her dark eyes sparkling with mischief. "Oh, you did just fine, baby," she purrs. "You always make so much, and it's always my favorite dessert." She smirks, her lips curling into a satisfied grin. "Whew. Thank you Anon. I love you so much..."

You lean in, the sweat and mutual heat from your chubby bodies making your skin sticky. Kissing Rya on the cheek, you whisper, "I love you too Rya... Can I go clean up now?"

"Of course, sweetie. You go take a nice warm shower and relax. I'll be right here when you get back." She pats her massive belly affectionately, giggling as it ripples. "If you just wanted to call it a night though, I wouldn't mind..." Rya adds with a grin.

You look yourself over, practically feeling the smell lines coming off of you and chuckling at your sauce-smeared torso.

"Honey, the housekeeping staff don't deserve that," you laugh.

She laughs with you, conceding, "Yeah I guess you're right. I'll clean up a bit too."

With that, you head into the bathroom, wad up one of the extra towels and toss it at your girlfriend, then start the shower. You don't even remember cleaning yourself off, only dimly being aware that you eventually crumpled into bed next to your wonderful fat girlfriend.

One last hotel breakfast the following morning, and soon you're in the seat next to Rya, the two of you returning to your normal life. You quickly settle back into your normal routines, weeks turning to months and your lives dotted with the usual ups and downs of full-time work. The two of you do still stay in semi-regular contact with Amber after that crazy cathartic weekend, mostly sharing big meals via video call. At least for a while. Amber does eventually make good on moving to Storm Cove, and you never do find out if she followed through on her apology project.

In a similar vein, you and Rya only meet the mysterious supersized Shahnaz once, briefly exchanging introductions over a voice call hosted by your ex. Shahnaz and Amber (or Millie, as she began styling herself) wind up becoming a loving couple, though a certain "cautious" or "curated" way in which they present their relationship has you wondering about nosy family. Also based on her social media posts, Amber seems to take to her new life with gusto. She does indeed wind up working for a local co-op, and clearly enjoys exploring her newfound foodie side, based on how often she posts indulgent meals. You're actually kind of glad to see that she takes up fat-friendly athletics too, developing quite the knack for swimming in the cooler northern waters yet not slimming down any. You and Rya would occasionally mull plans to head up to Storm Cove over the next couple of years, but the plans never seem to pan out. All in all, your ex settles out as a distant friend, though a friend nonetheless.

Back in Novaville, life settles deeply into the familiar sine wave of challenge at work and comfort at home. Your weight may have finally plateau-ed, but your responsibilities and capabilities have only grown, and you're eventually managing a small team of junior design engineers. You've never had more fun nerding out over thread pitches, manufacturing tolerances, alloy composition, and the like.

Rya's become a formidable "code mercenary" within her space and is never hurting for potential jobs. She even discovers a knack for training client coder groups... For a premium. Weight-wise, she's finally crept over the 500-pound mark, and she celebrated in the timeless fatass fashion of treating herself to a whole cake – and bringing home an extra for you. Despite the calorie-laden milestone binge, Rya doesn't wind up packing on many more pounds, stabilizing as well. The two of you support each other's efforts to stay "fit-fat", exercising like clockwork and eating balanced, if hearty, meals (usually). The occasional cheat-day and holiday stuffings are truly something to behold, though, and no matter how painfully bloated the two of you wind up, the inevitable follow-up fuck session is never anything short of magical. Eventually the two of you do start making some vague noises about wedding plans, though neither of you is in any particular hurry to make things official. Rya's more concerned with pestering you about getting work-from-home provisions, though it's more of a running joke than a sincere nag. You've been through quite a bit together already, and you both know that your bond is already unbreakable.

You shuffle into Rya's (and your) apartment one Friday evening and groan. Not from the document-laden briefcase hanging off of your shoulder, but from an uncomfortable glorp out of your bloated belly. You suck down some soda from the cup in your other hand, feeling your gut settle a bit, then call out, "Hey baby! I'm home! And I treated myself to a double dinner like you told me to!"

A giggle from the bedroom answers you, then Rya calls back, "Good! What did you have?"

Setting your briefcase next to the couch, you untuck your shirt and rub your rounded belly, grinning to yourself. You mentioned to Rya earlier today that you had a spot of good news for her, and she responded by declaring a cheat day. You knead your chub and soothe your full stomach, calling back to your girlfriend, "I had two king cheeseburger meals, and swapped one of the sides for chicken fries. It was real good today, but I only finished one of the sodas," you make sure to add a moan to you next sentence, "I'm sooo full..."

"Mmm, that sounds delicious!" Rya calls from the bedroom, her voice laced with jealousy. "How about you come over here and show me that big sexy gut of yours?"

You kick off your shoes and pad over to the bedroom door, then swing it open. A wave of love and arousal washes over you as you take in the scene.

Rya's laying naked on her back, dark hair fanned out behind her head. She's laying very still, because all over her flabby body is balanced all manner of sweet treats. You immediately spot cookies "censoring" each of her nipples, barely held in place with dollops of whipped cream. There's also a decadent-looking chocolate swirl cheesecake on the flat of her belly, along with a small pile of donuts and extra cookies nestled between her breasts, and an assortment of tarts tucked conspicuously under some folds.

"Damn, babe! I didn't think you could be any more delicious!" You say, licking your lips.

Rya grins and giggles, but is visibly trying to hold herself steady. "Don't make me laugh! This spread is barely holding together as it is! Hurry up and get naked, then you can tell me about your big surprise while you get some sugar."

Smirking, you begin to peel off your clothes, tossing them haphazardly behind you. You can't help but gently press your palms against your own full body, feeling the warmth and weight of it beneath your fingers. Inevitably your wandering hands land back on your own bulging doughy gut, gently stroking and wobbling it in wonder.

"Honeybun, if you keep feeding me like this, I'm gonna get fat," you tease, making sure to grip a roll of your flab in each hand.

Rya flashes you a predatory grin and purrs, "All the better. More man for me." She carefully rests her arms behind her head and slowly sways her body, causing the cheesecake to teeter precariously. You climb into bed beside Rya, moving extra carefully and slowly, then straddle her pillowy thigh. She just beams and lets you get comfortable, and you lean in towards one of her pendulous tits, trying not to squish the other treats but probably picking up a little frosting on your chest.

Your tongue darts out, snagging the cookie plus a splash of cream, dragging the snack into your mouth and caressing Rya's nipple. A hoggish grunt escapes around the sweet mass in your mouth, and you grind your rapidly-hardening dick against Rya's thigh.

At your touch, she gasps and arches her back, then sends out a chubby hand to grasp one of your lovehandles. Still chewing, your face already smeared with cream, you gaze deep into Rya's dark eyes. Deliberately playing up the crudity, you say through the half-chewed cookie, "Big boss finally caved." Rya lights up, and you decide to swallow and be serious. "My role is eligible to work from home!" you announce with a flourish.

Rya squeals in delight, nearly dislodging her precariously balanced treats. She laughs, then gently reaches out with her free hand and caresses your cheek. "Oh my God, Anon! That's amazing! We've got that spare room and everything!"

"Always the planner," you tease, then lean in and press your lips against hers. Rya parts her lips and breathes gently into your mouth, and you reciprocate by darting your frosted tongue past her gums. She hums with delight, gently sucking and tasting your tongue while nipping at your own lips. Her hand slides up your torso then down your arm, her warm fingers twining passionately with yours as you continue to kiss. The spell is broken a moment later as your greedy stomachs rumble almost in unison. The two of you laugh, and you snag a donut from Rya's chest and stuff it into her mouth. As she chews appreciatively, you say, "We've got time to adjust. But first, I think we've got a cheat day to honor!"

Rya giggles, roughly swallowing down the sweet dough then replying, "Thanks for the snack, hon, but everything on me is for you."

You give your supersized girlfriend a confused look. Her expression takes on a familiar sharp smile, and she explains, "I've got my own stash on the nightstand." Rya then gestures at the slightly disheveled assortment of desserts dotting her chub. "Your mistress commands you to gorge yourself on these fattening treats until you can't move. Got it, fat boy?"

Grinning sheepishly, an all-too-familiar tincture of embarrassed excitement shoots through you. "Yes, mistress!" you reply, then grab a fistful of the cheesecake atop Rya's blubbery gut.

She laughs excitedly as you roughly dig in, then says with patent adoration, "Baby, I'm so happy." She carefully reaches for a cookie of her own off the nightstand then adds, "It's so nice that we can still be big goofy perverts together. I thought for sure you'd have gotten tired of me by now."

Ineffectually trying to lick your fingers clean, you roll your eyes and grin down at Rya. "Pfft, no chance. You're the best thing that ever happened to me."

Taking a bite of a new cookie, she then chuckles back, "Even though I'm fattening you up?"

You pointedly snatch another fistful of cheesecake and reply, "Joke's on you. Now that I'll be working from home, I just lost my last reason to fit through the doorways."

Rya catches an errant crumb and drops it onto her tongue before giggling back, "Oh really? What if I suddenly like the idea of being the quote skinny one and fatten you past me?"

You lean down and nibble at some cookie crumbs stuck to Rya's lips, causing her to squirm and giggle. "Well then," you say with a grin, "I'd just have to obey my mistress, no matter how blubbery and enormous she wanted me."

As you nibble at her lips, Rya moans appreciatively into your mouth, and you can feel her plush body sink into the bed. "Oooh, I like the sound of that," she whispers, then meets your gaze with that unmistakable dominant energy. You're already buzzing with delight when she says, "For tonight, I want you to eat like you're planning to dethrone the fattest man in the world. Doesn't that sound fun, blubber boy?"

Heat floods through your body as she says those words. You feel a surge of power and desire, and a shiver runs down your spine. "Oh yeah," you breathe, "I can't wait to -" You're cut off by Rya stuffing a donut into your mouth. As you chew, your rock-hard member throbs, and a moan seems to rattle out from your very core. You glance down and lock eyes with Rya once again, her expression radiant with adoration. She once again entwines her free hand with yours, and you can practically feel the love pouring out of her. Before you got fat, you never could have imagined what kinks lurked within you, nor that they could have led you to such fulfillment and happiness. Your heart swells as she grins up at you, cramming a new donut past your lips.

Somehow finding the space for words, you mumble out, "I luf you sho much, Rya."

Rya's smile grows impossibly wider, and her gaze glows with love. "I love you too, Anon. So much." She gently wraps a soft hand around the back of your head, leaving smears of chocolate in your hair, then gently pulls you in. She gently nibbles away the pastry between your mouths, then finds your lips, and the two of you melt together.