Sexy Comfortable: Mirror Mirror

Sexy Comfortable: A story by ~snr6424
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Excerpt from Sexy Comfortable - Chapter 2

"And now, for dessert," the waiter said, setting down a plate in front of each woman.

Both girls groaned out loud, clutching overfull stomachs that strained against their shrunken waistbands.  It was the final night of the cruise, and almost everyone aboard was attending the formal dinner.  Course after course had come out of the kitchens, each more delectable than the last.  All over the room diners were placing hands on stuffed stomachs, protesting that they really shouldn't, thinking about the extra five or ten pounds adorning their waistlines . . . and then, as one, stating "just one bite".

It was cheesecake.  That is, if cheesecake came from a bakery in heaven.  It was light but rich, smooth and silky.  A person barely even had to swallow, it eagerly slid right down the throat before nestling home in the defenseless stomach.

Julie hiccuped out loud, but couldn't even be bothered to raise a hand to her lips.  She was full, oh so full, her stomach waxing into an expansive orb.  A plate scraped clean, a belly packed full.  She felt a rather odd sense of accomplishment, as if she had proved something.  What?  To whom?  She was too focused on a future consisting of a soft bed and unfastened slacks to care.

Heather was wondering how far elastic stretched before it snapped.  She had purposefully worn a skirt with a good amount of give, but there was no doubt that her waistline had added an inch or three during the cruise even before they sat down for this meal.  And what a meal it was!  Heather licked her lips as she reflected on the feast, the sheer unrestrained joy of demolishing it bite by delicious bite.  Her flesh billowed over the constricting waistband, the buttons on her blouse straining to contain her swollen gut.

By unspoken agreement the two women struggled to their feet, puffing slightly.  They joined their fellow diners in staggering out the door, people all around groaning and waddling under the weight of their gluttony.  When they got to their hall, the girls mumbled goodnight to each other and retired to their respective rooms.

Heather shucked her skirt and blouse, grunting slightly as her engorged gut whined in discomfort.  Before collapsing onto the bed, she paused in front of the full-length mirror on the closet door.  Her titanic tummy jutted out from right below her breasts, the skin almost shiny from stretching so much.

No wonder they call it a food baby, she mused.  I've seen women seven months pregnant who stuck out less in front than I do.

After grabbing a bottle of lotion, Heather slid out of her underwear and laid flat on the bed.  Moving anywhere soon was out of the question.  Squeezing some lotion into her hands, she began to work it into the overtaxed surface of her expansive midsection.

Comfortable was sexy, but she could do without the stretchmarks.  Her mind wandered to her eventual return.  She thought about how happy Kevin would be to see her, it was rare for the couple to be apart for more than a day or two.

He won't be able to keep his hands off me, she thought to herself with a smile.  Maybe I'll wear that little green number he likes so much.  It was snug when I wore it a month ago, I'm gonna be practically bursting out of it now.

Heather's hands started to roam a little more freely, exploring her soft hips . . . trailing up to cup her large breasts . . .

Oh yeah, he's gonna be happy to see me.



Meanwhile, Julie was hoping a nice, hot bath would help relieve the dull ache in her stomach.  While she waited for the bath to fill, Julie slowly disrobed.  Groaning softly, she turned to look at herself in the bathroom mirror.  Her face was slightly flushed, but what really stuck out (ha ha) was her belly.

It looked so out of place on her slim frame.  So audaciously . . . not flat.  It was a testament of good food and throwing caution to the wind.  It seemed to be the embodiment of this new and strange philosophy.  It was a very clear sign that "Julie on a cruise" bore very little resemblance to "Julie before the cruise".

But would it be a sign of changes to come?  Or was it simply a one-time crazy experience, to be occasionally remembered but never repeated?

With a belly throbbing and a head that felt stuffed with cotton, Julie didn't feel equipped to deal with that question now.  The bath had just about filled, and wisps of steam rose temptingly.

Julie moaned out loud in wanton pleasure as she slid into the water's warm embrace.  Almost immediately every muscle in her body turned to liquid, including those muscles trying to restrain her overfull stomach from fully expanding.  Julie ran her hands along her abdomen's rounded contours, the sensation still alien but growing more pleasant.

Maybe there's actually something to Heather's crazy idea, Julie thought.  This is probably the most comfortable I've ever been and I have to admit, it's definitely kinda sexy.

As if that thought triggered something deep in her subconscious, Julie's hands drifted south.  Her pink nipples firmed as her belly rub turned from innocent to sensual.  The throbbing of her too-full stomach had now expanded throughout her entire body as Julie grew flush with arousal.  The tingling between her legs intensified as she lightly pressed her palms against her distended belly.  She planned to take her time and enjoy the erotic journey of self-pleasuring, but she found herself soaring to climax in no time at all.

With a pleased moan she let her head fall back and closed her eyes.  

Wow, she thought to herself.  If that was better on a full belly, just imagine . . .



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