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You awaken the next morning wrapped up by Val's limbs. During the night you started spooning, and she's the big spoon. This is different for you, but you find it wonderful. You feel safe. Val stirs in her sleep, and you feel the bed shift slightly. You hold your breath, waiting for something terrible to happen. A few moments later, you hear her giggle and say, "You're ticklish."
You feel her hands on your sides as she mercilessly laughs. You try to stay still, but her fingers soon have you laughing.
Betrayal! Val's long, mighty arms and legs have you helplessly pinned. She has enough reach to restrain you whilst mercilessly tickling your ribs. "Please!" you laugh.
Val continues viciously tickling your ribs again. It gets worse as you howl with laughter. You attempt to stop laughing, but your body is no match for Val's ruthless tickling fingers. "Please!" you laugh, "I'm dying here! Please stop, I beg you!"
Finally, Val stops. She lets out a few giggles of her own before replying. "You're dead now," Val smiles, "And I did so enjoy beating your high defense."
"So you did," you say, rubbing your sides. Val's arms wrap around your torso once more and she draws you in tight. You feel her face behind your head. "You started with an advantage," you pout.
Val laughs and playfully punches you. You feel her smile against your cheek. "Anymore moves like that and I won't give you a choice."
"Promises, promises," you leer.
"I'll have you know," Val starts, "That I have many deadly moves up my sleeve. You're going to need to be on your guard."
"Really?" you ask.
"Really," Val smiles, "Now, how was last night for you?"
You think for a moment, and your face breaks into a big grin. "Who's trying to get fat here?" You tease, "You, or me?"
Val's face falls. She rolls away, sits up and glares at you. "You're really not going to let this go, are you?" she asks. "Because it's not even a contest."
"It's not a contest?" you ask. "Last I remember, you're the one who wanted to get fat."
"So I did," Val nods. "Now I'm even more ready than ever to put on those few extra pounds. So what's your excuse?"
The tender vibes from a moment ago are gone. You decide to press your luck, "You're a bad influence," you say with what you hope is a cheeky tone.
"Excuse me?" Val says, offended, "You're the one who chose the buffet last night."
"You're the one who wanted to get fat," you retort.
Val now looks like she's going to explode. You quickly try to backtrack.
Or not.
Clarity.
"This IS about you." You say quietly. "You feel guilty."
"I don't feel guilty!" Val exclaims, "I just..."
You move closer and put your hand on her shoulder. "Hey. I'm not judging you, okay?"
Val's pending anger melts into tears. You draw her close as she starts to sob. You rub her back and try to think of the right words. "I...I want to be fat so much it hurts sometimes," Val finally says.
"And you feel shitty for not being happy with the body you've got, right?" you ask.
Val nods through her tears.
"I'm so stupid," she chokes out. "People always tell me they'd kill to look like me, and I feel like such a fucking fraud for not even having to work at it."
You laugh, "A fraud? No one's saying you're a fraud."
Val sniffles and wipes her eyes. "What... What do you think about me?" she asks.
"I think you're so sexy it makes my brain melt. And I want to make you happy."
"You make me happy," Val smiles through her tears, "I'm not even sure why. I think you're just a really sweet guy. But I don't want you to feel obligated to do anything."
"And I want to help you live your dream." You reply. "Valentine Sojka, I will get you fat."
Val smiles, but now also looks worried, "No, don't..."
You kiss her, and she melts into the kiss.
Your phone vibrates, and again you were hoping it wasn't an emergency, "Goddammit what could it possibly be," you hiss to yourself as you reach over to your phone. You read the message and your blood chills, "Please respond to the emergency call at once. Your actions are necessary for the survival of the human... I mean the race." The text finishes.
Val sees the worried confusion on your face. She comes up next to you and asks, "What is it, baby?"
"I don't know," you admit, looking at the phone as if it will give you the answers you need.
"I think it's more spam, but something about this...." You tilt your phone so Val can read the message. She looks as confused as you are.
"Do you think it's a joke?" Val asks.
"Doesn't seem like it."
You poke through your phone menus. No missed calls. "No missed calls," you echo, almost to yourself.
"Do you suppose they're serious?" Val asks.
You shake your head, "I have no fucking idea."
"What are we going to do?" Val asks.
"Same thing I do with all my other critical problems. Ignore it and hope it doesn't blow up in my face." You reply with deprecating bravado.
"Do you think it could be serious?"
Your phone vibrates as a new message comes in, "Badger Chestnut Waffle"
What the actual fuck. On a hunch, you call the number. You don't recognize any code in the number. The other line picks up immediately, and assaults you with a cacophony of crackling digital noise. You stop yourself from instinctively covering your ears, and with extreme care say, "Hello?"
You wait a good fifteen seconds for a response or any sort of change. There is no reprieve from what sounds like a modem orgy in a blender. Annoyed, perplexed, and your ear aching, you hang up.
"What was that all about?" Val asks.
"I have no idea."
"Maybe a robocaller became self-aware," Val jokes. Abruptly you feel more than hear her stomach growl.
"Maybe this will make more sense after some breakfast," you say.
Val rolls out of bed and strides over to her closet. You drool as you ogle her taut backside. She slips into a pair of plain green panties, and dons an oversize t-shirt. She turns and catches you picking something out of your bag. "You don't have to get dressed," she teases. "I'll get cold." You reply apologetically.
You slip on a t-shirt of your own, and go commando with some workout shorts. Val grabs your ass and gently walks you to the kitchen.
"I'm really hungry," she says with a pout, hopping up onto the kitchen table.
You flick on the light above the table and set about making the two of you breakfast.
"I'm feeling cereal today. How's that sound for you?" You ask.
"Good!" She beams.
You retrieve a pair of bowls and set them on the table. As you stumble around looking for the cereal boxes, Val starts pouring some coffee.
"Premade coldbrew," she explains.
"You are the best girlfriend ever," you say, scooping some cereal into a bowl.
Val smiles and grabs her coffee, sitting across from you. She dumps a heap of sugary flakes into her bowl, and adds just enough milk to float them. The two of you eat in silence, sharing warm smiles. You finish your small serving quickly and feel satisfied. You sip your coffee and watch as Val reloads her bowl. Who eats like that and still has a perfectly toned stomach? Your face falls as you prepare to speak up.
"Val, I'm gonna say something. I'm not trying to hurt your feelings, but I don't think you're going to like it." You cautiously declare.
Val stares off into the distance, and slowly stops shoveling cereal into her mouth. The two of you prepare for your girlfriend to get angry, cry, or something else.
"Well?"
You gently say, "I genuinely think there's something unique about you. And I don't just mean that you're amazing and wonderful and sexy. I mean something physiological."
Val's eyebrows furrow. She runs her tongue across her teeth and turns away, staring into space.
"Dale said something similar. He even said it in a similar way."
Oh shit.
"Val, I'm sorry." You stammer.
Val is still staring at the wall. "I'm not mad, honey."
Relief.
"Because you're right." She replies softly.
Val continues, "I broke up with Dale because he couldn't accept who I wanted to be. He did good with who I am, but he just kept saying I should be happy with my... Gift."
She pauses to take a long sip of coffee.
"I don't want to accept that I'm different, but deep down I know that I am. I've been bingeing like crazy for a few months, vainly hoping that maybe something might stick."
Val's facial expression becomes more troubled.
"I'm always gonna be tall, and I'm ok with that. But I thought, if I could slow my metabolism, plump up a little bit, then maybe people would see me as a normal, if tall, lady."
She turns to look at you and smiles sadly. "Well. You've seen how well that went. I eat like a pig, I'm lazy, and I still look like a fucking Spartan."
She pauses, and runs her hand through her thick hair. Val bends low down the table and wraps you in her arms. It's a pretty awkward angle, but you go with it. She squeezes you tight, and takes a few shuddering breaths. "I'm sorry I dumped all this on you."
She ends with a single sharp sob.
"Val...." You struggle for words, but Val gets there first.
"When I go to the doctors or the labs or whatever, will you come with me?" She asks into your shoulder.
"Yes." You reply.
"Promise?"
"Promise."
You hold each other wordlessly for a while. Val shifts her seating on the table a little bit. You knew that couldn't have been comfortable.
"Where do you think we should go from here?" She asks in a small voice.
You think for a second.
"Wherever you want to take it, and whenever you're ready."
"I guess what I'm looking for is a little bit of guidance. You're a smart guy; you know more about this stuff than I do, what do you think?"
You chuckle. "I really don't. I wasn't very good at science, honey."
"You'll do your best, and somehow I know that'll be good enough." She says.
"No pressure," you laugh.
The two of you smile for a moment, and Val wipes away the tears from her eyes.
Val gives you a long and firm kiss on the lips, then pulls away and sits up.
She says in a strained voice, "Back is stiff. Let's go somewhere comfy."
You nod and follow Val out of the kitchen. She leads you to the living room, and the two of you plop onto Val's plush couch. She flips on the TV. It's some dumb morning show. You don't watch it, so you aren't exactly sure what time it is or what's going on. Her eyes dart from the screen to you.
"So, what now?" Val asks.
You reply, "I was thinking.... maybe you could teach me how stock trading works?"
Val laughs, and says, "Yeah sure. I'll teach you how to make a buy and sell order, and how to watch the market. That's about it."
You chuckle, "You make it sound easy."
"You'd be surprised at the intricate nature of it."
You shake your head. "I'm not experienced, but even if I were, I want to learn anyway."
Val gives you a big grin. "I was hoping you'd say that." She continues, "It's not that hard if you use some common sense. What kind of stock are you interested in?"
"One that can make me a lot of money," you say with a dumb grin.
Val throws a cushion at you, but you duck and it hits your shoulder. She shakes her head as she stands up from the couch. "Maybe we should start with a crash-course," you chuckle.
She spends the next hour going over the basics of investing. Val shows you some of the different funds available to you, and some of the companies you could invest in.
"What do you think?"
"I think I might be a little too broke to get started easily."
Val laughs, "Well, the easiest way to have a million dollars on the market is to start with two million!"
You giggle.
"Sounds like I've got some homework."
Val's face perks up, "I have an idea. I'm gonna go over some potential picks, and review some of my holdings. I can explain my thought process to you as I go."
"Will I get jealous at the numbers in your account?" You ask cheekily.
"Well, that's up to you." Val smirks.
Val goes over her notes, and explains that you'll get a crash-course in the markets, then you'll make your own picks at your own speed. She doesn't actually show you the dashboard for her account, but she rattles off enough holdings that you readily suspect she's doing well financially. Val walks you through setting up a brokerage, and you transfer a modest sum of funds. Once it clears, you make a couple of buys at Val's advice. You feel..... empowered and deflated at the same time.
"That's it?" You ask, "Just a few clicks then sit and wait?"
"You can pick away at the market if you want," Val says, "but that's really up to you. I suggest you take a break and come back to it later."
"Ok then..." You trail off. You wander back to the couch and start browsing on your phone. On a lark, you start going back over some articles and write-ups on human metabolism. You were never exactly a bad student, but this stuff is way above your pay grade. Frustrated, you download whatever pdfs you can, and look up a free Physiology 101 textbook and start reading. Some time passes...
An hour passes.
Two hours pass.
Three hours pass.
At some point you realize you're no longer bored, and you haven't moved from the couch in the entire time. Your stomach knots with hunger as you come out of your study-trance. Val's on her computer, watching dumb videos and relaxing.
"Hey," she says, "are you still there?"
"Huh? Yeah... I'm good," you say.
"Are you sure? Because you've been staring at your phone for the past hour."
"Oh, I was reading some stuff. You want some lunch?"
"Yeah!" She replies. "I just bought a bunch of stuff for sandwiches."
"Alright. I'm off to the fridge. See you in a bit," you reply, walking towards the kitchen. Your growling stomach interrupts any further conversation. You spend the next few minutes assembling some food, then find Val sitting at the table.
You sit down across from her and put your phone down.
"So..." She asks, "What did you study?"
You see no need to hide anything from her.
"Physiology. I want to try and understand some scientific papers."
"No way! That's sooo out of my league!" She exclaims, "I'm so bad at biology, I got a C in high school! I thought I was going to die!"
"You were in Mr. Kraber's class right? The section right after mine, if I remember."
"Yeah. He was... Difficult. I honestly don't think anyone ever passed him, he was so bad at teaching!"
"Then I've got a lot of catching up to do," You reply seriously.
"You didn't tell me why you were reading that stuff," Val presses.
"I want to understand ....unusual metabolic conditions." You admit.
"Such as?"
"Well, there's Mancolias syndrome, Starman syndrome....."
"Wait," Val says, "There's others?"
"There are a lot..." you trail off.
"I think I remember a distant cousin having a little brother with that name."
You explain to Val about the papers, and she seems genuinely interested.
"You're serious, right?" You ask. "You're ok with maybe getting tested and stuff?"
"Yeah, I think so," Val agrees, "I mean, I'd rather not, but I can't say I'm not curious."
"You promise you'll go with me to my appointments?" Val asks with wide eyes.
"I promise." You solemnly say while looking Val in the eye.
Val beams and kisses you on the cheek.
"So, uh..." You continue, "You've definitely put a lot more thought into your situation than I have. Did you have an idea of what doctor you wanted to see first?"
"Yeah, I think so. Dr. Kovacs has been my GP since high school, so he'd probably understand pretty well."
"I bet he'd know some good referrals too," you add.
Val taps on her phone a few times and furrows her brow. "Earliest appointment is gonna be Monday."
"Can you get a morning slot? I could stay over so I can go with you." You offer.
"I think I can do the morning, but that would be really early. Not looking forward to this alone."
"I'm really glad you're coming with." She adds.
"Ok, it's set. 9 on Monday." Val says decisively.
"That's early for you?" You snicker.
"I guess so, but I'll get my boyfriend to stay over so it won't be so bad." Val says with a playful wink.
"Boyfriend?" You question, raising an eyebrow,
"What? You didn't think it was official?" Val whines.
"I dunno, I'm just used to you saying you're taken," You answer, a little less seriously.
"Well, now I'll be referring to you," Val chuckles.
You walk over and sit in her lap. "Val, my girlfriend. I like the sound of that."
She strokes your face. "And Anon my boyfriend. It sounds good to me."
You kiss.
"So, what do you want to do now?"
You say, "Wanna play some videogames? I couldn't help but notice your console by the TV."
You wait for Val's response. When you hear none, you look up to see her staring directly at you, a big grin on her face. You feel a little uneasy, as if you've done something wrong.
"W-w-what're you looking at?" You stammer.
"You!" Val laughs, "You're adorable when you stammer."
"I do not!"
"Do too!"
You harrumph, and Val continues, "I'm sizing you up to see if you're a challenge in Blacktop Brawl."
Oho!
You're generally not great at games, but you've got a particular knack for fighting games. You wonder if Val might be hiding her gamer power level.
"Well, if you think you're up for it..." You say, cautiously.
"Bring it on!" Val laughs.
You make your way back to the couch once more, controller in hand. Val emerges with some soda and snacks. She powers up the console, and sits next to you. The game boots, the two of you choose your fighters: you choose the pirate-themed ranged specialist Kraken, and Val pilots the stylish well-balanced femme fatale Annabelle.
And the battle is on!
The first match goes to you, as you manage to knock Val's fighter off the screen with a couple well-placed force blasts. "You've played a lot of games!" Val laughs, as you take a soda break.
"Let's keep going." You say.
The next two matches see you win narrowly. Val takes it in stride, and you're both having fun, but you can tell she's genuinely playing to win.
"Want me to ease up?" you ask with polite concern.
"Nah, keep going!" Val laughs, "I'm not going to be beaten by a bunch of pixels!"
The next four matches are even closer. You can see the cold fire in her eyes. She's only getting more determined with every match, and she's starting to learn your tells. You decide to throw her a curve ball and switch to the heavyweight bruiser Motherlode for the next round.
"I don't think so," Val sneers, as she switches to the much speedier character of Hornet. "Now I'm playing my main." She hisses with a smirk.
You'd always liked Motherlode's hefty yet cutsey construction-worker look, but you just aren't quite as good with her as other fighters. Val, on the other hand, pilots the willowy geek Hornet as though it were her own body, and you can barely keep up with her relentless attacks. You're in a tough spot, but Val's fake-outs are getting predictable. You start zoning her fighter to set up a killer combo.
You spot an opening and launch into a devastating chain of strikes. This combo is infamous for being able to KO any fighter from full health.... If it lands. Your heart skips a beat as Val's battered avatar blocks the first strike, then the next. Your eyes go wide as Val counters the entire combo, even narrowly dodging what would have been a finishing grab.
And now your character is very flat-footed.
Val fucking clobbers you. She unleashes her own empowered chain strike, and your reflexes are a moment too slow for any blocks. She wails on your beaten fighter, and sends her flying with a final uppercut. Your fighter's broken form lands in a heap. Match: Val.
"Ha-ha-ha-ha! Fuck!" You laugh weakly as Val throws her hands up in triumph, beaming with exhilaration. Her character matches her joy, dancing cutely on screen.
You feel a mild twinge in your palm, the bane of any fighting game nerd.
"Break time?" you offer.
"Why? Because you lost?" Val teases.
"No, honey. Because you won, and that was a great match. Plus I need to stretch." You reply.
You stretch your arms and rub the base of your thumb while Val gets herself another drink.
"So, I've been wanting to ask you..." She begins.
"Fire."
"Do you believe in any conspiracies?" Val asks.
You think about it for a moment.
"I can see where some people are coming from with the Ancient Aliens theories," you reply, "but I don't think they'd be able to cover everything. I mean, it feels like there should be too much evidence." You shrug.
"What about the JFK assassination?" Val asks.
"There's a lot of weird shit around Lee Harvey Oswald. But I don't buy the Grassy Knoll theory."
"How did you know it was a theory and not a fact?" Val asks.
"Well, there's no evidence that a second shooter really existed."
You elaborate, "Yeah it was a pretty tough shot from the book depository, but all the extra wounds are explained by an overpenetrating bullet."
"What about the 9/11 attacks?"
"I mean I guess there's really no evidence that the buildings were brought down by our government, but everything points to some foreign powers being involved."
"I guess people want to believe that horrible things happen for a reason, even if that reason is some nefarious plan by the lizard people or something," you opine.
"I was reading something the other day..." Val begins.
You set your drink down on the coffee table and lean forward, "What was it?"
"Oh, um... It was pretty crazy. But it was from like the 90s or earlier so a lot of it may not be true anymore."
"Don't stop now, what did you find?"
"It was on the lost colony of Roanoke. The one that disappeared in the 1500s."
"Yeah, I've heard about that." You reply. The two of you chat for a bit, veering from fringe idea to fringe idea. Eventually Val stands up and stretches. "Let's go for a walk, then we can order some food."
You twist your face in mock annoyance, "But that means I have to get dressed," you pout.
"Yeah and so do I. In fact I have to put on a bra and pants, so bleh," she sticks her tongue out at you.
Inwardly you admit it's a good idea. You haven't really moved a whole lot the last couple of days, and it's nice out. Plus you'll get to creep on Val while she dresses.
"Sure," you agree as she heads into the master bedroom. You follow her in, and you both get yourselves dressed. You look at each other while doing so, grinning and giggling a bit. You add a pair of boxers under your casual getup. Val opts for a sports bra and switches to a light blue sundress.
"No pants after all," you quip.
"A girl can always change her mind," she retorts.
The two of you head out the front door, and the adventure begins. You walk around the neighborhood for a bit, enjoying the pleasant day. Your conversation picks back up. "You're not going to believe this, but I had a dream about you." Val says.
"Did you now?" you reply.
"Yeah, it was pretty crazy."
"How so?"
"Well you were trapped in a room with several other people, and we were all forced to kill each other."
"That's... Morbid," you reply uncertainly.
"Yeah, pretty much the whole dream was. But I was the only one who didn't kill you, and you were the only one who didn't kill me."
"You're making that up," you laugh.
"I'm not! I know it sounds weird. I mean we were in class together, and hadn't spoken in like... years before that."
"Well... Yeah that is really strange."
"Well, don't leave me hanging. What happened after we killed everybody else in your dream?" You press Val to elaborate.
Val is silent for a moment as if deep in thought. Then, she answers. "The two of us killed the murderer, and left the room together."
"That's it?" You ask, a bit disappointed.
"Hey it's dream logic, things don't have to make any sense," Val bursts out laughing.
"I suppose," you reluctantly agree.
"So...?"
"Well, have you thought anymore about what we were discussing before?"
You look around. The sun is getting low in the sky, and the clouds blaze with pastel color. "I think it's getting late, and that I'm too sober to be talking about Mayans inventing cellphones" you say.
"Fair enough, let's head back." Val nods. "What sounds good for dinner?” She asks.
"I picked last time," you say. Shit, that ridiculous feast was only last night, wasn't it. Val makes a show of thinking before replying. "Well, I could go for pizza or burger kings. Or maybe we can get takeout from that Mexican place in town."
Val's face solidifies. "I want pizza." She declares. "I know a place; if we order now we shouldn't have to wait long after getting home." She explains while fiddling with her phone.
Val hands you her phone. "Go ahead and punch in whatever you'd like, I've already put in my order." You settle on a large Hawaiian pizza. Val's ordered a pair of large supremes. Of course, you smile. It's an easy walk back to Val's place. The two of you drink some water and chill on the couch. Val rolls a fat joint in preparation for the arrival. The doorbell rings. Val gets up, and returns momentarily with three large pizza boxes. She hands you yours, flips on the TV and lights up the joint. Val hands you the weed. You take a huge toke, and hold it as long as you can. You immediately feel your body relax. You weren't expecting that. "Thanks," you're barely able to get out.
"Anything," Val smiles.
Even with your head spinning, you resolve not to glut yourself this time. The pizza is tasty, but you manage to stop yourself when you're satiated. Val is predictably bent on destroying both of her pizzas. You have to laugh when she licks the empty first box. "Alright, that's it," she says, and kisses you, tasting of garlic and tomato. After a moment, she says, "Now for the other pizza."
You get up, and hand over her other box. "Here, I believe in you!"
Val happily takes the box, and devours the rest of the pizza. There's something on TV, but you're having way more fun watching Val inhale the pizza, crusts and all. You've never seen a girl enjoy food quite as much as she does. You watch her for a while, as she gulps down slice after slice of delicious pizza. She burps loudly, and you almost fall off the couch laughing.
"Did you enjoy that?"
"Fuck yeah," she smiles. You've never seen her so happy. "This was a good idea."
"It was your idea," you manage. "Well it was your idea to let me decide," Val retorts.
Val's caressing her pizza-glutted belly through her dress. "C'mere," she beckons. "Your hands would feel better."
You gently press your hands into Val's overfilled stomach. You gently massage her gut in sweeping circular motions, easing the ache of her over-indulgence. You keep your hands there for a while, massaging away her pain. "Thanks," she smiles. "I really needed that."
You sit there for a while longer, smoking and talking. Neither of you really wants to go to bed, but neither of you really wants to watch TV in the dark. Val lets out another small burp, then grabs your hands. "Do you want to go to the bedroom?" She purrs.
"Sure," you reply.
The two of you stumble into the master bedroom. You immediately fall onto the bed, and Val follows. "Lie back and get comfy," she orders as she reaches up under her skirt. You're a little surprised by this, but you obey instantly. You see her toss her panties to the floor. "Well, get naked too," she sounds annoyed. You strip off your clothes as Val climbs onto the bed. "What's gotten into you?" You ask. "I want to take charge tonight," she declares.
"Should I be worried?"
"Maybe."
Val crawls over you, pressing her body against yours. A little awkwardly, she adjusts herself so that she's straddling you backwards. She backs her hips over your face and brings them down, pressing her pussy against your mouth and draping your head with her skirt. You have no choice but to lick Val's glistening vulva as you please.
"Oh god," she groans, thrusting her hips forward.
Val grinds herself against your face, and you eagerly begin to go down on Val. Somehow, you don't think she'd be as wet as she is without you knowing. Your tongue eagerly slides along the length of her slit, and you manage to draw out an incredibly powerful moan from her. You grab Val's hips, and hear a sharp exhale as you grip her firmly. As you keep stimulating her clit, you feel her body shift over you, and then you feel your cock enveloped in something wet and warm. It's so sudden that you gasp, but as you become accustomed to the sensation, you realize that it's what you needed. Val just happens to be very, very talented. Val starts forcefully sucking you off as you try to focus on pleasuring her. She uses her suction to make you thrust into her mouth, first slowly, then with force. Her tongue swirls around the head of your cock, making it feel like an entirely different pleasure. As she begins to suck on you more aggressively, you begin to thrust forward, deep-throating Val. You find that you're enjoying this a lot more than you thought you would, and in some weird way it's a little like the times you'd fantasize about her. Meanwhile you're struggling for breath as you try to keep licking and sucking at Val's velvety folds. You can feel the orgasm just waiting to happen, and you want it so, so bad. But this is all part of a dirty plan...
You emit a disappointed whine as you feel Val release your cock and press her pussy more squarely into your face. You're not sure if you mind so much the plan as you mind that she's going to deprive you of an incredible orgasm. You begin to desperately lick and suck at her, and before you know it, you feel her tighten up and start rubbing her wetness along your mouth.
"I'm gonna...!" she gasps as you feel her body tense up.
Val continues rubbing into your mouth as you grab her hips and thrust your tongue into her. She orgasms. Her voice cracks as she cries out in ecstasy and you desperately try to hold your place as she convulses with pleasure. Val keeps twitching and moaning, and you don't want her to stop. She leans forward, still shaking with pleasure, and takes your cock into her mouth again. Your mind is aflame with stimulation. Val's mouth pleasuring your cock, your face drowning in Val's folds and juices, and of course the sensation of being trapped between her sinewy thighs.
"Oh... Yessss!" you hiss as you feel Val begin to suck and lick at your cock. It only takes a few moments before you're thrusting your hips up into her mouth. You keep holding onto her hips as you release into her mouth, feeling the pleasure explode through your body.
"Ah... fuck..." you pant as you feel her swallow every last bit of you.
Val keeps sucking past your orgasm. You feel at risk of folding inside out, but it feels so good you worry you might actually black out. Still, you continue holding her in place, thrusting your hips up into her mouth as she continues sucking and licking. You can feel her overstimulation too, but she seems determined to utterly milk your cock. Her head bobs up and down faster than ever before. You feel Val's saliva all over your abdomen as she sucks. It's rough, it's inelegant, it's incredible.
You're not sure how much longer you can hold on.
"Val...!" you grunt as you feel your cock reach its limit.
"Blah!" she cries as she gags a bit on you. Your head goes fuzzy as you feel a second orgasm push through your cock into Val's mouth. She moans with delight as she slurps down your cum. You ache all over, your tongue is numb, and you think you're about to die. But you're already in heaven.
A powerful shaking brings you back to reality, and you're drenched in sweat. Val noticed that you finally showed her pussy mercy, and she seems to come back to reality too. She lifts herself off of your face and slides forward, finally freeing your face. The hem of her skirt still covers your eyes, but you don't mind. The two of you lay atop each other, a sweaty, panting, thoroughly exhausted mess.
"Wow," you say.
"Yeah," she replies.
There's a brief silence as you both gather your thoughts.
"I can't believe I came like that," she says, seeming truly surprised.
Slowly, stiffly, Val gets up off of you and spins around. She gingerly lays back on the bed, so the two of you can be face to face once again. Her face is a mask of concentration and fatigue.
"What's wrong?" you ask.
"Just... I don't know, I guess I overdid it."
"My junk hurts," you commiserate. "Ugh, me too," Val agrees, reaching for her crotch.
"My.... Everything hurts." You add. "But it also feels amazing."
"I guess we really pushed ourselves hard then."
"I don't think I can move," you say.
"Neither can I," Val remarks, closing her eyes.
"We'll just lay here and suffer then."
Another silence.
"Fuck it," you say. "Let's try something."
"What?" Val asks.
"I dunno. Fuck I can't even move."
"Neither can I," Val complains. "But let's try it anyway."
"You sure?"
"Yes."
You close your eyes and concentrate.
"Concentrate," you say. "I'm a powerful wizard. I can move shit with my mind."
"You're lying," Val says, giggling.
"Well, I sure can't use my body right now," you laugh.
Val laughs too, "Oh no, I broke my boy toy."
The two of you cuddle and make pillow talk as the aches set in. You feel some strength return, and you roll over to hold Val. She returns the favor. This is nice.
"I think we need to get up," Val says.
"Aw, why?" You whine.
"Because we're pretty gross right now," she laughs. "Besides, a hot shower will be good for all those aches."
"There's a thought," you laugh.
The two of you stand up and stumble towards the bathroom. You step into the shower and enjoy the steamy warmth of the water.
You can't help but stare at Val's corded body in the intimacy of the shower. You're normally a sucker for jiggly soft girls, but Val's shredded physique is uniquely and undeniably sexy. The water glistens on her ripped stomach, as her bicep flexes under the stream. She turns her head and looks at you.
"Hey," she says.
"Uhh.... Let me soap you up," you dumbly offer.
You put your arms around her and wash her back. She wraps her arms around you too, and you kiss. You forget about your lathering, instead savoring the sensation of your wet, soapy, and warm bodies pressing into each other. The stream of water washes over the two of you. Tingles run down your spine.
"You want some help there?" Val asks.
"Please," you reply.
You feel Val's hands slide down your back and grip your ass. She pulls you closer and grinds into you. Your lips find hers, and the kiss deepens. A small noise passes her lips, somewhere between a sigh and a chortle.
"What's so funny?" you ask.
"You," she replies, laughing.
"You forgot to finish lathering me," she giggles.
"Oh wait, I can do that," you say.
You take your loofah and start to soap up Val's back. You caress her corded arms and dig your fingers into the muscles of her shoulders.
"Ohhh...," she sighs.
You can feel her body begin to relax as you work.
"I've never felt a guy do that to me....."
You're surprised to hear her say that.
"What do you mean?" You ask.
"I've never had a good massage."
The warmth is easing your aches, but your strength is limited. "Sorry baby, that's gonna have to be it for now." You explain.
"That's ok," she replies.
You slide your hands down her arms and grab the soapy water and scrub her back.
"Ahhh....." she sighs. "...I wish you could be here forever."
"Me too."
The water starts to run cooler. Val pouts, "Aw. We better finish up."
You squeeze the water out of your loofah and toss it in the sink. Your own muscles ache, and you're about ready to call it a day.
"I can see you're exhausted," Val says.
"Yeah, I'm beat. And it's getting cold." You apologize.
Val slaps your ass,
"I pulled aside two towels already, honey. I'm gonna cut the water, then you grab them, ok?"
Val shuts off the water, and cool air quickly starts leaking into the shower enclosure. Val giggles and yelps, "Hurry!"
You reach through the curtains and messily grab a pair of big fluffy towels. You hand one to Val. She wraps herself in it and hums contentedly. You do likewise."Well....that was nice," Val smiles.
"It sure was," you agree.
The two of you finish drying off and climb into bed. You're more tired than you thought you'd be.
"Good night," Val says. She stretches, and curls up against you.
Val's breathing becomes slow and regular, and your drift off into a deep sleep.
You dream.
You walk down a flight of stone stairs. The stairs wind spiraling around and around in a large, empty room. You reach the ground, and the room is no longer empty. A massive upholstered throne rests on a raised dais. Two large, equal sized, horned statues flank the throne, and they snarl with open mouths. A crown sits atop each of the statues' heads.
You walk to the throne and take a seat in it.
A dream version of Val steps out from behind the throne. She's dressed in a sharp business suit, and is holding a whip. You look forward again, and a huge stone table has appeared in front of you. On the table sits a large book, and an even larger blade. You look closer at the book. It's not a book at all, but a tome made of stone. You struggle to open the book, but you just can't seem to get a grip on its cover.
Dream-Val whispers in your ear, "Are you hungry?"
"Starving," you reply, still fiddling with the book.
You hear hands clap. You look over to see Dream-Val clapping. It's the only noise you can hear, as everything else has gone silent. Hooded figures emerge from the shadows. You cannot see their faces, but each figure carries a small bag. One by one the figures walk up to the table and empty their bags onto it. A pile of all sorts of coins grows with every offering. Dream-Val gestures to the pile of coins, "Well, what are you waiting for? Eat!"
You reach down with one hand and start grabbing coins from the table. They feel heavy in your hand as you bring them to your face. You draw in a heavy odor of metal, and you dump the coins into your mouth. They're hard, but still chewy. The taste of metal is overpowering, but also somehow delicious. You keep eating as the figures keep walking towards you. You continue shoveling the delicious coins into your mouth, as you feel your stomach fill with them. They clink and slosh, and you feel your gut start to press against your clothes. You drop the last coin down your throat and swallow, and you feel the weight of the currency sitting in your belly. Your body has also plumped up and expanded, and your clothes are stretched and strained.
"Have some more," Dream-Val smiles.
The weight in your belly immediately vanishes, and is replaced by ravenous hunger.
Another group of hooded supplicants has appeared. Each one holds a bar of silver. Again, they walk up to your table and leave their offering behind. Again, you start to devour the precious metal. The silver bars have a sweetness to them, and are pleasantly soft. You love the sound they make as you bite into them. You grab handfuls of the precious metal and stuff them into your mouth. You love the way it feels in your hands, and how it tastes. Your stomach fills faster this time, and your expanding gut pops the button on your pants. You continue scarfing down silver bars as soon as they arrive, and your clothing begins to tear away against your increasingly massive form.
Suddenly your clothes are simply gone. Your belly plops heavily onto your softened lap, wobbling and sloshing with fat and covering your stiffened cock. Your thighs quiver with every movement, your ass and hips have smooshed outwards, now almost touching the sides of the stone throne. Your arms are a lot heavier, doughy, pudgy, and harder to move. You pause to look yourself over and see that you're now quite obese. You shake your blubbery belly and feel a ripple spread outwards through your fattened body. The heavy mass of the silver in your stomach has vanished.
"Still so hungry," Dream-Val clucks. "There's loads more."
A new group of hooded figures appears. Each one holds a large bowl.
"Please," you groan, "I want to eat... I want to eat..."
"You shall," Dream-Val says.
You watch the figures approach and feel a pang of hunger stab through your fat body. This time, Dream-Val takes the bowl and brings it to your lips. The bowl is filled with glowing molten gold. You open your mouth, and Dream-Val tips the bowl in. Dense, buttery molten gold pours down your throat and warms you as it settles in your oceanic gut. Dream-Val brings bowl after bowl, and you keep draining them. It's ridiculous, but you feel amazing. Your belly swells with your massive, impossible feast, and every part of you jiggles and wobbles as you accumulate even more fat.
"I want more," you groan, as a pang of hunger stabs through you.
"You shall get it. There's always more. And more. And more..." Dream-Val says.
You survey your gelatinous, impossibly-fat body. Every part of it wobbles, jiggles and sags, and there's so much of it that your mind can barely comprehend it. You're so fat that you can barely move. Your body's ready to explode, but it's comfortable and happy.
"I feel so fat," you moan.
"You are. You feel so, so incredibly fucking fat," Dream-Val laughs. "And now, we can really get started."
"Really?" you smile.
"Oh, yes. This is just the beginning. We have an eternity to fill you with food."
Dream-Val walks around into your vision, running a finger over your corpulent form. You can see she's suddenly naked as she climbs onto your blobby, immobilizing belly and kneels atop you.
"Stay still," she grins, as you feel her fingers stroke through your hair.
Dream-Val slides forward, lowering herself onto your face.
"Eat," she orders.
As you start to lick Dream-Val's pussy, you feel your stomach swell with pressure. Your body heaves and wobbles as it fattens even more. You try to struggle, but every part of you is too heavy to move.
"Oh, yes. Good boy," Dream-Val purrs.
Your tongue traces along the sides of Dream-Val's labia as she grinds her hips into your face. Everything fades to black as you feel enveloped in suffocating, warm contentment, your body swelled with more and more food as your awareness dims…