This choice: Snuggle her! Ivy shows Harley her affection in a very physical way... • Go Back... Well, snuggle her! Harley was so cute with the extra weight! Her cheeks were fuller and her little tummy just barely brushed the waistband to her her Freakazoid! pajama bottoms, bulging out from underneath her tank top—Ivy had always thought that Harley was cute, but something about the extra weight made her look absolutely adorable!
And that was why… she’d maybe been trying to keep her inside.
Where the food and the snuggles were.
Consciously, Ivy knew that it was really selfish of her to try and fatten her girlfriend up. But it wasn’t like she was hurting anybody! Harley looked good with the extra weight, and Ivy was so, so unused to these kinds of feelings—she was used to being the one who inspired lust in the minds of others, but she’d been so unable to deal with them when they were her own that—
“Hey Red, you or somethin’?” Harley shook her empty beer can, “I’m empty here.”
“Sorry, Harl.” Ivy pressed her green lips on Harley’s cheek, “Got a little distracted.”
“Oh yeah, whatcha gawkin’ at?” Harley fluttered her eyes playfully, “You like whatcha see or somethin’?”
“Do I ever.”
Ivy positioned her hand between Harley’s legs for support as she slid into place, wrapping herself around her girlfriend’s slightly softened physique. As she slid into a more stable position, the green gal deftly placed her hand along the soft layer of chub that had come to live along her girlfriend’s trim waist.
“Ooh, handsy~” Harley tittered, “Careful Red—you know your Harley don’t like her knobs gettin’ turned without someone pumping the gas a little.”
Ivy’s hand snaked around the surface of Harley’s little tummy, pulling her close into their kiss and slowly moving them towards a more horizontal position.
“Up for a little morning ride?” Ivy purred
“A joke! You made a joke!” Harley announced triumphantly, “I must be rubbin’ off on ya Re—”
Ivy pressed her lips against Harley’s, making sure that she always had one hand on her girlfriend’s newly developing softness as she slowly slid Harley’s furry pajama bottoms down, down, over her thighs and then down to her knees as her now free hand nestled firmly between her thighs…
***
“Wow.”
Harley was out of breath. They both were. Collapsed in a sweaty pile of post-coital comedown. At some point, they had moved their little makeout session to the bed, and that ended up like it always did. Ivy and Harley were both in disarray—Harley’s messy twin buns having come unfurled while Ivy’s long red hair became tangled and unkept, and both of them in various states of undress ranging from the former’s “completely” to the latter’s “still has a shirt on, because she wasn’t the one getting her nipples sucked.”
“I’ll say.”
Ivy hadn’t been able to keep her hands off of her girlfriend lately. And she knew why. The added weight was really doing it for her.
“That didn’t hurt too much?” Ivy asked, looking over to the other side of the bed as Harley rustled beneath the comforter, “I know that position was probably a little rough on your knees…”
“I’ll live.” Harley grunted, “Besides—I think that burned more than a couple’a calories.”
Harley had almost no compunctions about getting up and strolling around the bedroom naked, despite the extra fifteen pounds or so that she’d picked up under Ivy’s care. Her long blonde locks tickling the small between her shoulder blades, the ivory-skinned beauty slowly walked over to open up the curtains—and give everyone in the apartment building next to them a view of her naked white tits.
“You wanna do lunch?” Harley asked, turning back to Ivy, “Somethin’ light. I’m feelin’ kinda bloated lately.”
Ivy couldn’t imagine why that would be.
“How about that pizza place you like?” the botanist purred as she pulled the sheet over her naked green chest, “It’s Friday, right? Don’t they have a special where you buy one you get one free?”
“One, it’s called Pie Day Friday.” Harley turned her back to the open window as she looked for her pajama bottoms, “Two, I think I need to cut back on the ‘za, Red.”
Returning, still topless, Harley pinched her little belly between her forefinger and thumb.
“I’m startin’ to retain grease, here.”
Ivy felt a little shiver go up her spine. Consciously, she knew that she should have let Harley go on a diet if she wanted to. It was her body, after all. But at the same time, she was starting to really like the extra pudge around her girlfriend’s waist. It was so soft and squishy… and all that “retained grease” was certainly going to the right places, as far as Ivy was concerned…
“Awww come on. You like pizza.”
“I do. I do like pizza.” Harley relinquished her belly chub and exhaled at her girlfriend’s valid point, “But at some point, I gotta start gettin’ my steps in. I’m startin’ to get all squishy.”
Ivy rose from the bed and wrapped her arms around Harley’s shoulders, pressing the tips of their noses together as she stared deeply into her girlfriend’s eyes.
“I like your squishy.”
As they kissed passionately once more, Harley fumbled blindly behind her as she drew the curtains to a close—much to the disappointment of the officegoers who had gathered in the meeting room that faced the mysterious brownstone overgrown with plant life and vegetation and two very attractive women making out in it…  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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