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🕑 Added 2021-04-01 16:42:24 +0000 UTCTouch
By FC Punk
“She ate like a woman consumed, greedily and hoggishly…”
Stephen peered his eyes at the computer screen and furrowed his brow.
“Is hoggishly even a word?”
He cupped his forehead in his hands, “Ugh!” He leant back and slouched on the couch, having once more come across a road block to his writing.
“Are you still stuck on that one paragraph?”
Stephen turned his head to see his girlfriend Amber. He smiled, seeing her face peering down at his work.
“Yeah, it’s a lot harder than it looks.”
Amber moved from behind the couch and Stephen watched her thighs and ass jiggle and sway in her grey booty shorts, the back of which was adorned with “Thicker Than A Snickers” with the illustrated snickers bar stretched out by the width of her ass. Her thighs rubbed against each other which gave her a handsome little waddle.
“Are you really that uninspired, mister great fat erotica writer?”
Stephen folded his arms, “When you’ve written about fat for as long as I have you fear repeating yourself.”
“Then you need a little bit more inspiration,” Amber smirked and cheekily lifted up her shirt to flash Stephen her flabby jelly roll tummy. She slowly waddled over, putting an extra wiggle to her fleshy hips. “Close your eyes,” Amber instructed him and Stephen did so. Her round hands grasped Stephen’s hands and placed them behind her on her ass.
“Now, what do you feel?”
“Your ass.”
“Duh! What does it feel like?”
“It feels...soft.”
Stephen rubbed his hands over her cheeks as he went on.
“It feels soft to the touch. It’s also jiggly.”
His fingers lifted her sagging cheeks up and wobbled them.
“I can feel the fat ripple, like something liquidly. It moves in waves.”
“Go on, what else?”
His fingers touched her dimples.
“Cellulite. Bumpy, lumpy. I can feel my fingers dig into your dimples. God there’s so many. It’s like feeling a mattress up, or a golf ball, or an orange.”
Amber moved his hands to her hips.
“And here?”
“More softness. Plush. I can push my hands pushing into it, but I just can’t feel any bone. Wait, there it is!”
“Ow!”
“Sorry hun. It’s so weird, but I can feel your stretch marks. The skin feels different here...and here.”
“What else do you notice?”
“Just how wide you are. Seriously you’ve got some good width going on babe. I know my hands are spread far apart.”
Amber moved his hands to her belly.
“What about this?”
Stephen smiled.
“Just another collection of soft pudge. The fat is warm.”
His hand reached lower to the bottom most part of her pot belly and lifted it.
“It feels heavy! No wonder you complain about your back a lot. It’s like a sack. A heavy sack of fat.”
His fingers found her belly button and he dug in, making her giggle.
“Hehehe, no touching the button!”
She took his hands and placed them on her boobs.
“I know what these are.”
“Of course you do. What do you feel?”
“These things aren’t perky. They hang awfully low. Good heft. The underside is warm and sweaty. The nipples are thick too…”
“Nnnn, don’t touch them that way.”
He opened his eyes and pulled her down into a kiss, grasping her soft wrist. She sat on his lap and Stephen grunted at the weight ontop of him. He hugged her and sighed, cuddling into her.
“I’m so glad I have a supportive girlfriend.”
“I’m glad too. Now write.”
