Neon Rolls

Shivers of excitement tremble through my fat as I hear your key in the door. Logically, I know you'll like what you see, but I still feel exposed and vulnerable like this. The body I shift into position on the dark bedspread still doesn't quite feel mine. 30 pounds is a lot of weight to gain in a month, but with this being the longest we had been apart so far, I couldn't resist the opportunity to give you a special, hot little shock.  

The look and feel of the new me astounds even myself. The weight I've gained since you last saw me is more than you'd managed to put on me since we'd started this cautious little exploration. Well, this wasn't cautious. Not at all. The intoxicating thrill that I might end up regretting going this far this fast had strangely not deterred me as I'd watched my reflection balloon in the privacy of our empty apartment. The new weight had made a big difference, but I'd made myself look even bigger still by stuffing my new dough into a tiny, tight little outfit, and eating until my belly was an uncomfortable, gravid load before me. It hangs low over the front of my tiny black boxer-briefs, and as I wobble to the bed to arrange myself for your viewing pleasure, I feel obscene.

When you see me, it's like time stops for both of us. The shock that slams your feet to a standsill and slackens your face makes a deep blush erupt in my face. I'm so exposed, so vulnerable, and so very, very different.

When you begin to recover, enough to carry yourself slowly forward for a better look, the keys fall out of your hand and you stutter over your words. "Oh my G-god..."

I sizzle under your gaze. Never felt more unsheltered. My brand new body quivers as I display it for you. 

"Double chin..." you marvel in a daze, thumbing the new roll of fat beneath my blown-up face. "God, I never thought we'd manage to grow one of those on that slim face of yours."

"I wanted to look fat for you," I murmur, coy, and push my new belly into your hand as you cup it. Jolts run through my body, conducted by electricity from your fingertips. "What do you think?"

"Oh... baby, I almost didn't recognize you," you tell me, voice wrecked and ravaged, and knowing how those words will get under my skin.

Flush erupts in my face. "It's that bad?"

You know I'm playing. Our little game, our dynamic, kicking into action. And my reward for surprising you so nicely. You nod, eyes dark and lust-blown, and I watch you start to fall apart as you begin to feel me all over. "Oh, my poor little pet. What happened? I only left you alone a few weeks."

My blush becomes a furious red heat. I feel so sweetly patronized. A silly little thing, too plump for my own good.

"Did you get into the food?" You ask me, a playful sparkle behind your concerned eyes. I nod, and you kiss my nose. "I'm so sorry. I should have hidden it better. I know you can't help it."

Your hand sweeps a hot caress under the new, heavy underside of my sensitive belly, and I tremble, hissing in a deep breath. My eyes flutter closed. You see the sparks of pleasure shoot and pop up my spine and into my head. 

"Well, come on," you take me by my thick new love handles, and I almost cry out in ecstasy as you guide me, wobbling, towards the mirror. "Let's see the damage."