Before long, I was back in my dorm room at Buttercombe Academy.
It didn't seem strange for me to be there—after all, I'd spent like three years of my life there. It was only natural that I was still having dreams where I was back in good ol' 130B, right? I could still see everything so perfectly. My bed, the window overlooking the Quad, and that godawful yellow color scheme everywhere. I could feel the sheets bunching up beneath me, and the feel of my chubby legs kicked on top of the covers. The lights were out, but in my dreamscape it was morning. The soft blue light of a Saturday before ten am flitted into the memory of my dormitory.
"Oh Melly." I heard, then recognized, a sultry voice purring into my ear, "You're getting so chubby..."
Hannah Hammond was laying beside me, sitting up while I laid porcine on top of the blanket. She was propped up on her knees, stripped down to the buff. Her perfect tits sloped to either side of her chest, splayed out for any and all to see. Her long arms were stretched across the acreage of my belly as it oozed over the blanket. I was propped up on one arm, letting my gut pour and fold on top of itself as Hannah rubbed it and rubbed it...
I smiled. It sounded much more romantic than our actual relationship back at school—which never graduated past awkward groping hugs and longing glances on her part, met with my longing glances towards whatever I wasn't eating. I almost preferred this version. It felt right. Hannah was the only person other than me who liked my body for what it was. And more importantly, what it could be.
"Yeah?"
"Yeah." she said back her hands going up and down, up and down, and pressing deep into the malleable mass that was my chub, "I think it's hot."
I laughed. A little one; one of those cute little giggles that girls in the movies (or in their dreams) only get right. Using one of my meatier, doughier hands, I locked my fingers between Hannah's and guided her towards my flank as it yielded to its own weight. The soft part between swell of my stomach and the curve of my lovehandles. I helped her rub in slow, circular motions, and let out a slow wet moan.
"Mmmm...good." I purred, "Because literally everything here is delicious."
Hannah raised an eyebrow, as she tucked into a smile and applied more pressure to my tummy. Her left hand sunk a bit deeper, and her right hand traveled south to just under the fold of my gut. She straddled where my belly lapped and started to jiggle me. Softly, but not slowly. I could feel my gut start to shake ever so slightly as the reverberations built up and up until I may as well have been a waterbed of weight.
"Are you delicious?" Hannah's long brown hair tickled my hot chubby cheek as she bent over and purred into my ear, "Has eating all that food made you taste good too, Melly?"
"Maybe..." I gasped, my breathing erratic and heavy, "Why don't you find out?"
God I was wet. My chest was heaving, and my clit was as throbbing. It had been so long since I'd been touched by anyone who knew what they were doing. And Hannah's slender fingers towed the line where by belly met my blonde fuzzy crotch. I was so sensitive and she was just teasing me. Her long nails caught against one of my curly pubes, or the pads of her fingers brushed against some of my skin. I was already a wreck, and the foreplay had just started!
"You'd like that, wouldn't you fatty?" Hannah said with another one of those perfect little chuckles, "You want me to eat you out?"
"Yuh..." I nearly creamed at the word, "Yes..."
"Hmmm..."
Hannah stretched her hands out wide and caressed my folds more strongly. She pressed deep into my fluffy fat and played with it. Kneaded it. Shook me thoughtfully and roughly, knowing what it did to me. My whole body quaked with movement. My gut, yeah, but my tits bounced and my thighs shook. My chins bunched up together and even my arms were wobbling. Soon, Hannah placed my hands there and I kept the momentum going while she stroked the soft, not-oft-touched small of skin between my two most demanding organs. She traced the crease and then she went down, down, down...
And with very little provocation, a trickle of cum started to run down her finger.
"Wow fatty. Has it been that long since you could finger yourself?" Hannah watched as I jiggled my belly for her, inspecting the small amount of cum on her finger, "That was fast."
"Shuh... shut up..." I grunted, "Just... Just..."
I could hear the bed creaking and squeaking beneath us. Whether it was my actual bed or just the one in my dream, I still don't know. All my moving around was making it groan beneath me either way, and my trembling tonnage was almost enough to make me cum again. So as Hannah started to kiss the upper part of my crotch, then down a little more, a little more, it wasn't long before I felt the tip of her nose pressed between my lips.
And then I came again.
I thought I could eat. Hannah (or rather, my subconscious representation of Hannah) was a master of the art. Her slender pink tongue went up and down, and then side to side. None of the alphabet bullshit. Each move of her tiny pink tongue was unique and special somehow, I could feel it. And her hands kept my gigantic tree-trunk legs pried apart, squeezing and groping my pillowy thighs while I bucked and clenched and rocked the bed with my enormous weight.
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