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Jessie and Beli: Growing Together
🕑 Added 2024-09-09 01:19:02 +0000 UTCTags: Pregfat, sex, weight gain
Jessie: https://digitousailorcure.fandom.com/wiki/Jessie_Maye
Beli: https://digitousailorcure.fandom.com/wiki/Beli_Lapran
“I shouldn’t have eaten all that food.” Beli Lapran’s voice was quiet and nervous as she spoke. She and her girlfriend, Jessie Maye, had just entered their house. It had been an exquisite evening out, with as much food as conversation. Only, Beli was finding herself guilty over how much she had indulged. Appetizers, an entree and a half, as well as a hefty dessert now rested within her stomach. The food had just started to truly digest, the carbs expanding Beli’s stomach. The tall, tanned skinned Indian woman’s middle was growing tight; as was her conscience. “Jessie, I’m sorry if I embarrassed you.” Beli’s eyes were downcast. She stared at the ground, what little of it she could see past the red and purple of her sari dress. In the middle of her dress was a large and bulging food baby, the leaden weight of all her indulging.
“Heeeey, no worries!” Jessie was quick to come to her lover’s aide. She tapped a playful hip into Beli’s side. Beli was the taller of the two, so Jessie’s hip landed more on her thigh than hip. “You’re going to work it all off at yoga tomorrow anyway.” Jessie giggled, her voice acting as evidence for her slight intoxication. “Gotta show all those newbies the right moves!” Jessie tried to strike some of the poses and forms that Beli had taught her, but she ended up falling on her shapely rear. As an adult film star, the sorts of poses that she was used to differed wildly from Beli. Even as Jessie hit the ground, she was turning the momentary slip into a chance to model. The older woman thrust her chest forward, almost making her breasts pop out of her leopard top. Long, golden hair rained down around her shoulders, made even more lustrous by the lighting in the expensive home.
“I wish that were the case or that I had your confidence.” Beli bent down to pick her drunk girlfriend up. Beli’s short, brown hair twisted about her ears whilst her stomach jutted between her knees. “I think something is wrong with my metabolism. I just am not burning as many calories.” She sighed, working to haul Jessie up to her feet. Jessie took the opportunity to wrap her body around Beli’s. The pornstar’s flat stomach massaged the taut sphere. Meanwhile, Jessie’s searching hand found their way around to Beli’s hefty buttocks. Beli was not wrong to say that she had gained weight. It was rather obvious when her assets were groped and fondled. Just over 200 lbs, Beli was decidedly chubbier than when the pair had become romantically entangled. Not that Jessie minded.
“How about you put these worries aside and take me to bed.” The middle aged woman said with just a slight slur in her words. “We can kiss these worries away!” She giggled, planting a smooch on Beli’s soft cheek.
Beli looked away, not feeling half as sexy as Jesse. The blonde’s fingers were curling around her butt, finding every little dimple. Beli was not sure if she wanted to laugh or cry. She enjoyed the lengths that Jessie went to in order to assuage her fears, but they were truly awful. “Ok, just don’t trip. I don’t know if I can pick you up again.”
“So rude! I can’t help being a little chubby, not quite as young as I used to be.” Jessie’s offense was pretend. She was well aware that she was the same size she had been in high school. Unlike Beli, Jessie had never struggled maintaining her weight. She was 126 lbs of American beauty. However, that 126 lbs proved to be troublesome as they wandered up the stairs towards the bedroom. Jessie could not keep her hands off of Beli. The pair became a jiggling human knot that fumbled it’s way up the stairs. Beli sighed and groaned with each step while Jessie laughed. Jessie only relented when the pair made it into the bedroom. She spun away, practically skipping into their shared closet. Beli was happy with the break, though that changed when Jessie reappeared. In her hands was the tiniest, skimpiest bikini that Beli had ever seen. It was defined more by a lack of fabric than what actually existed. “Try it on.” Beli said, deadly serious.
“Jessie, you know I can’t-” Beli started but was cut off by Jessie drunkenly wandering forward. The shorter woman tugged at Beli’s sari, lightly trying to nudge her in the right direction. Beli only felt fatter and more ungainly as her stomach was stressed by the tugging. “Oh my gosh! Jessie!” Beli tried to shrug away, but the other woman tailed her. The two ran around the room in a mad dash. Jessie would tug or grope at the loosening sari and Beli would try to evade the attempts. Yet, in the end, the Indian woman was naked in the center of the room. She crossed one arm over her breast and put the other between her thighs. Even though Jessie had seen Beli naked on many occasions, this felt different. Beli’s growing insecurities made everything seem so much more lewd and intense. She felt exposed to the entire world, rather than just her girlfriend. The numerous jiggles of her body were all the more obvious now. Beli was not just a little chubby, but down right fat. It was almost a blessing to start putting on the bikini.
“Good! Good!” Jessie clapped, finding her way to the bed. “Give me a shoooow!” She cheered, watching Beli work her large butt into the small bikini. If every there was an ass shaped like a heart, it was Beli’s. The twin cheeks clapped and shook, full but without much imperfection. What dimples existed on her rear only enhanced the thickness, adding sumptuous depth to her booty. The Indian woman squeezed her thick thighs together, the puddles of fat mashing together. The thin blue thong bikini worked its way up Beli’s long legs. She shimmied her thighs, effortlessly sexy without trying. The blue fabric was lost immediately, tucked deep between bouncy buttcheeks. When Beli turned around, it was only a thin strip of soft fabric that kept her pussy hidden. “Keep gooooing!” Jessie smiled, her hands clapping together.
The cheers and calls continued as Beli tried to force the bikini top down over her breasts. “It’s. . .so. . .tight.” She huffed, each word making her chest swell. Beli had always had fantastic breasts, but her weight gain had made them even larger. The gigantic wrecking balls bounced and rolled, clashing with her taut stomach. Beli huffed. No matter how hard she twisted and turned, the bikini top would not go over her dark, mocha colored nipples. The sloshing of her milky mammaries only grew more intense as time went on. Beli eventually managed to tie the bikini. The cups were overfilled with breast meat. “Ok. . .does it look nice?” Beli asked. Before Jessie could respond, the cups burst open. The fabric sailed upwards, flapping away as the tension held within the strings was released. Jessie melted into a puddle of laughter, enjoying the absurdity of what she was seeing. Beli smiled also, though shyly. She enjoyed seeing Jessie happy. Further, she enjoyed the feeling of her breasts snapping the bikini. Beli relaxed. At least for that evening, she would not have to worry about her weight.
--- Chapter 2 ---
Jessie looked at Beli as the two strolled along down the empty streets. They were downtown in the busy part of the city, enjoying the afterglow of a nice meal. It had been one of many meals that day. Impressively, each meal had only increased in size. They had just finished an all out war upon a pizza buffet. Now, with tightness spreading through their stomachs, they walked along the nearly deserted streets. Jessie held Beli as tightly as she could, relenting only so she did not disturb the other woman's stomach. It was completely taut, pressing into the sari that the Indian woman wore. Jessie stole glances at Beli’s belly, enjoying how it moved under the light fabric. It rocked back and forth, rolling like a bowling ball. There would be jiggles in time as the food digested into supple fat. Given how much Beli had eaten, there was little chance of those calories being burnt off. Though she had continued her work as a yogi, Beli had not taken on any other exercise routines. The yoga itself was hardly a preventative measure, rather, it would teach Beli to move better as a bigger woman. Jessie knew that’s where things were headed.
“Dinner was nice tonight.” Beli spoke softly but with a noticeable smile. The tall, busty woman walked with a confidence she had not had before the swimsuit snapping exercise. “I’ve never had so many kinds of pizza.” Her free hand went to coax her stomach. Jessie shivered as she watched Beli’s stomach move under the soft touch of her hand. The entirety of her stomach shifted in whatever direction Beli’s hand chose. The older woman was spellbound, unable to turn away. It reminded her of something, but she could not place what. “Buffalo chicken, mac and cheese, steak and alfredo. Such fun combinations!” Jessie felt heavier as the pizzas were listed off. She had swum in her girlfriend’s wake, eagerly indulging. Jessie lightly tugged on Beli’s arm, pulling herself closer. Their bellies met, rubbing against each other. They were like marbles pushed together, rubbing but never changing their shapes. The same could not be said for their other assets.
Butts and breasts would smack each other occasionally. Beli’s hits seemed accidental, but Jessie’s certainly weren’t. The older woman’s side boob hugged Beli’s, folding around the larger pair. The adult actress relented only to keep herself from falling. She amused herself in other ways, though. “I know! Lord, I think I might need to come again to try and rank them all.” In lieu of physical touch, the adult actress sought stimulation through conversation. She wanted to hear Beli talk about the food she had eaten, with hints of what it would do to her body. Jessie could see the signs plain enough, just wanting the reinforcement for lust’s sake. Beli would be growing, adding precious poundage to her already thickening body. The dusky woman was approaching 300 lbs. Her breasts had grown at least by a cup size, maybe two. Meanwhile, two bouncing buttcheeks fill her sari. Her butt flung itself from side to side, excited by its new size. Jessie moved her arm from around Beli’s arm to her wide waist. “That is, if you will take me?”
Rather than shirk away from the caress, Beli leaned into it. She moved such that Jessie’s arm was just above her butt. The older woman could feel the phantom jiggles, but was just out of reach of the source. “I would love to!” The two were silent for a moment, each picking through their unspoken desires. Beli ended up being first. “I’ve never seen you eat so much before.”
Jessie laughed, her softer chin bouncing. “You should have seen me when I was pregnant.” She puffed her stomach out. “I was as round as a hippo and twice as heavy. Gosh, I couldn’t stop snacking.” Jessie thought back. Now 40, the memories were distant. As with all long held memories, the rough parts were smoothed over to highlight the positive. Jessie remembered waddling around the mall, searching for clothes that might fit over her bulging stomach. People had stared and gaped, shocked that a pregnant woman would allow her baby bump to be nakedly displayed. Never having much personal shame, Jessie had enjoyed the looks and stares. She wondered how Beli might cope with such attention. “Sometimes I miss it.”
“I’ve thought about it, sometimes.” Beli turned nervous. “To feel my body growing, filled with life. I can’t think of what that would be like.” She looked down at her belly, then over at Jessie’s. “We kind of already look pregnant, don’t we?” Beli’s steps slowed and grew heavy, like she was acting out a pregnant woman’s waddle.
“I think I’m bigger now than I ever was pregnant.” Jessie once again came close to Beli, stomachs meeting. “It feels a little like this, but even better. You’re so heavy and full of food and babies, it’s like you’re going to pop every second of every day.” She purred the words out. “Your walk changes. Even if you aren’t that heavy, you still have to waddle. Slow and clumsy.” Her words were thick and sweet like honey. Jessie thought of all the times she had forced herself up off the couch. The movements had been terribly uncoordinated. She hadn’t moved for any reason other than to feel the strangeness of it.
“I don’t know if I could handle that on my own. It seems kind of frightening.” Beli’s perpetual shyness was coming back. She was not a woman that went blindly into things. Unless, of course, someone was coming with her.
“You know. . .” Jessie started. She was almost too excited to introduce the idea. It was crazy and weird. She had to hug Beli in order to drum up the erotic strength necessary to make it. Jessie felt Beli’s large, fat body. Those curves would only explode more with hormones, cravings, and gestating children. Beli would grow beyond any expectation that she or Jessie could muster. “. . .we could do it together.” The older woman finally said. “I’m not too old!”
Beli stopped. She held Jessie, looking down at the other woman. Her heart beat quickly, pounding in her chest. “I. . .” She paused, realizing she was about to decline. However, the feeling of the bikini snapping came back to her. “Let’s do it.” She said resolutely, hoping this experience would be as fun as the bikini. Certainly, it would last longer.
--- Chapter 3 ---
Beli squeezed her glutes together, trying to arch her back more. Her body shook as her muscles struggled to hoist up her fat. Her stomach, round and almost excessively pregnant, lurched from side to side. The enormous belly bump moved like a buoy over rough seas. Though Beli was only coming to the end of her first trimester, she looked several months more advanced in her pregnancy. Her stomach was an almost perfect orb, her navel sticking out as a cap on top of the mound. The rest of the Indian woman had blown up in size commensurate with her baby gut, though the other areas were far softer. Beli was a morass of fat from head to porky toes. Just over 300 pounds when the pregnancy had begun, Beli had smashed into 380 in the span of several months. It was only her training as a yogi that afforded her any possible flexibility. Even that was getting tested. She felt her butt sinking towards the floor. It shook and jiggled as her muscles failed and she fell out of the bridge pose. Beli stared at her enormous, planetoid stomach with intent. If she focused on her fat and babies, she didn’t have to worry about not being able to complete her own class.
“Whew. . .” Beli had just enough presence of mind to exhale as her soft body made contact with the floor. She would pass off the failure as a breathing exercise before trying again. Her chunky arms were plastered to the floor, palm side down, chubby biceps spreading sweat across the ground. She flexed hidden muscle beneath her fat and started to rise again. “Gently. . .every. . .one.” She strained to speak, defying the cruelty of gravity. Her stomach rose once more, though with even more shaking. The layer of fat upon her gut was more obvious with heavy tremors. Though Beli’s belly was taut for the moment, time would only add more fat. Pregnancy could only win against rampant obesity for so long. “I’m not. . .stressing you. . .all too much. . .am I?” Beli asked her class. The other students laughed at the joke. Beli fought a grumble. One voice would have been enough of an excuse to change poses. That relief was denied her and the yogi was forced to try and maintain her hold.
The only thing worse that Beli’s imminent muscular collapse was that her outfit was likely going to rip before. Beli held her chest up, watching her bosom ruining her sporty top. Already large, Beli’s breasts had become hills in their own right. Nestled within the brown blubber were reservoirs of milk, waiting for any chance at escape. With each breath her breasts contracted and expanded, pushing ever more on the sports bra. Several sizes too small, the top was close to meeting the same fate as Beli’s old bikini. Clasps bit into her shoulder flab, digging into the soft dough. Beli also felt her pants struggling to hold her weight. Her thighs chafed and rubbed together, wearing the leggings to the point of being see through. Her butt blossomed out of the back of her pants. Even clenching her cheeks as tightly as possible, Beli’s booty was more than able to jiggle. Those playful ripples pushed down her pants, exposing more of her buttcrack. Beli’s hands threatened to lift independent of her conscious mind, wanting to tug her outfit back. Beli held the pose, watching droplets of sweat run between her large breasts.
“Everyone. . .shift. . .into. . .the goddess pose.” Beli switched her stance just as her strength ran out. She let her butt drop, allowing it to pool outwards along the floor. Her rest was only momentary. The students would move far faster than their nearly 400 pound teacher. The other women could bring themselves gracefully from laying on the floor to standing. Meanwhile, Beli flopped and rolled like a beached whale. Even sitting was hard for the heavy woman. She inched her feet under her, allowing them to be submerged between her buttcheeks. Beli took only a moment to fidget with her top, trying to keep from bursting her bra. The adjustment only seemed to make the milky balloons more inclined to jiggle. As Beli swung her bulk forward, they plowed over the cups of her bra. When she leaned back to accommodate her belly, they kissed her double chin. There was no movement that Beli could make that did not involve her breasts tagging along seconds later. “Don’t. . .uggh. . .be afraid. . .of going. . .deep.” Beli grunted as she put one foot on the mats and started the laborious process of standing. Her students at already assumed the position, each politely pretending not to notice their instructor's girthy struggle.
When Beli stood with a light head and heavy limbs. She looked around her class, watching her students squatting down and legs wide apart. It was a pose of grace and power, made to show the dual nature of women. Yet, as Beli started to squat, she could only feel how truly immense she was. Moreover, she could feel her butt bursting her yoga pants. The stretchy material had been taxed beyond its limits. Death would come to the yoga pants, pulled apart by twin moons of soft taffy-like fat. Beli knew she should not attempt the goddess pose. It was a choice between admitting how her fatness was limiting her or a very uncomfortable wardrobe malfunction. Beli decided to court danger.
“Breath. . .deep.” She said to the class, but mostly to herself. Beli lowered her rotund belly, letting it sink like the sun between her mountainous thighs. Flabby inner thigh fat bunched up as the wide gut bullied its way in. Beli fought a grunt. Yoga was peaceful, beautiful, and spiritually enriching. She would not degenerate it with the baser noises her body made. Beli’s transition into the pose was awkward and uneven. She leaned from thigh to thigh, hoping that her knees could bear her weight for a small amount of time. Her buttocks pressed into the back of her pants, bringing the stretchy fabric ever closer to the inevitable. Beli pushed her palms out, trying to bring herself into the full goddess pose. As her body settled, she began to feel the transcendent calm that came with yoga. She took slow and full breaths, allowing her breasts to swell to their biggest. It did not matter that her stomach had rolled the rest of her top up, exposing the tan expanse to the class. 400 pounds of pregnant fat rested in perfect harmony with the world. Beli was so calm that she did not notice her pants ripping at first.
The feeling started small. It was the giving of a couple strands of spandex. The mesh gave way in a burst, just enough to add an extra jiggle to Beli’s butt. However, the dam continued to break. Brown fat leaked out, pushing and rending the fabric further. Beli’s eyes snapped open just as a buttcheek started to slip out from the rip. Too fat to stand, she instead toppled backward. The yoga teacher landed with a loud thud, shaking the room around her. Students looked up, seeing their teacher trying to force her thick legs under her enormous baby bump.
“Ah. . .class can be dismissed!” Beli said awkwardly. “I worked you all hard enough for an early release!” She struggled to keep her hands over her belly, wanting badly to try to cover her voluminous butt. The other women bowed and waved, each trying to ignore the reflection of their teacher’s butt in the mirror behind her. Several, though, had long and linger looks. Though, none looked more intently than Jessie. The fat, pregnant woman pushed her way through the exiting students, her belly swinging back and forth; completely exposed.
“Awww. . .there’s my momma to be!” She spread her arms out wide, even though Beli was obviously not in a position for a hug. You’re looking rather. . .freed today.” Jessie winked, eye’s locking on the mirror and it’s view of Beli’s butt.
“What. . .no!” Beli moaned shortly after, head sinking almost low enough to be between her breasts. “That means they all saw me.”
“Fraid so. But at least you looked cute!” Jessie plopped herself down next to Beli. The older woman was at least over 100 pounds smaller than her lover, but fat in her own right. She coddled her belly, rubbing and teasing the thick roll of fat which had taken root on the bottom of it.
“I doubt that. . .” Beli sighed. Her fat became even more noticeable as she exhaled. “It’s making these lessons tough too.
“Why not just do them naked!” Jessie suggested.
“What!” Beli’s response was sharp. She wanted to protest, but was cut off by Jessie’s lips finding hers. Jessie began the slow process of convincing Beli, using all the sexuality that her body could provide.
--- Chapter 4 ---
“Ok. . .everyone. . .” Beli said timidly. She stood at the front of her studio, looking at a score of women that were all in far better shape than she was. They sat or stood in little groups, their bodies freed from any trace of clothing. They were young college women or had just graduated. In their 20’s and early 30’s, there were no traces of imperfection upon their smooth skin. Beli might have been jealous, had she been less nervous. The rotund Indian woman stood at the head of the classroom, as naked as her students. Her gut jutted out far over her waist. The massive, brown wrecking ball started taut with babies but descended into smooth blubber. Constant eating had allowed Beli’s fat to match her pregnancy. A full wring of fat dangled from her gut, slapping against her thighs as she waddled around. “Why don’t we begin. . .” the constant and unrelenting jiggling of Beli’s fat was made even more obvious as she spoke. She felt the little bounces.
“I. . .uuhm. . .think we can start with. . .” Students turned obediently. Many pairs of eyes drank in Beli’s full and overflowing figure. Beli started to get in the pose before she said it, almost too nervous to think. Her stomach rolled back and forth upon her thigh as she held her knee at a ninety degree angle. Her other thunder thigh was gradually inched backward, fat foot slowly testing the floor of the room. “. . .The warrior pose.” Beli finally said as she started to stretch her flabby arms upward. Her naked chest jutted out, each udder flapping against the sides of her gut. Beli shook as she held the pose. She was too afraid to look at her students, worried that she would find them laughing at her 445 lbs of fat and babies. Beli trusted only in the sounds of movement around her. Feet squeaked on the lightly polished floor. “After you hold that. . .start to widen your arms.” Beli instructed herself, forcing her nervous mind through the routine.
Her arms dropped in a storm of wobbling and swinging fat. Her biceps could have filled d-cup bras with their softness. Curtains of fat hung in the air. Beli brought her head down, no longer staring up at the ceiling, chubby cheeks and her natural chin were coddled by several other chins. Her eyes were level with her students, though remained closed. Beli breathed, feeling the heavy motions of her body following. Her butt was as tensed as the two beanbags could be. Her breasts rose and fell, plump melons ripe for the picking. Beli tried to keep her mind still, feeling only the beauty of her natural body. The world was slowly blotted out as she paid attention only to her jiggles. “Now gently move into tree pose.” Beli was calm as she brought her legs together. She felt the rub of her thighs, almost tickling her pussy. Her hands came together, forcing her arms to hug her large gut. With a deep breath, Beli started to move again. One leg shimmied up the trunk of the other. Beli moved uneasily, she remember the movements but doubted if her muscles could keep up. There was a lot of bulk for them to hold.
“This can be hard, don’t be afraid to take your time.” Beli kept her eyes closed, speaking to herself. If people were laughing they had at least the bare politeness to keep it to themselves. Her plump foot inched up her calf, almost getting lost into her doughy thigh. She almost lost her balance twice, having to fight to stay standing. Beli pitched forward and back in those moments of unbalance. Her breasts hung in the air as her back struggled to hoist her gut up. Through the storm of jiggles Beli centered herself, breathing deeply and exerting every last bit of muscle she had. Finally, she has assumed the tree pose. With one leg resting on the knee of the other and her arms hugging her stomach, she opened her eyes. To her shock, students were watching her with wide and enamored eyes. Beli could sense that they were hungry for more. Further instruction. . .and visions of her body in motion. At the far end of the room, Beli spied Jessie giving her a thumbs up. She continued the lesson, more excited than she had ever been.
~ Many Lessons Pass. . . ~
“Alright. . .everyone.” Beli said, wheezing as she moved into the latter part of her instructions. Two months had the predictable effects upon Beli. Days and hours of nude yoga had not at all slowed her weight gain. Rather, she had seemingly put weight on faster than ever before. She could not show up to class any more naked that she had the week before, but she could come bigger. Now close to 600 pounds, Beli struggled with even the simplest routines. Her muscles had atrophied, replaced with buttery fat. She waddled around the classroom, helping the other students into their poses. Chubby hands, milk laden breasts, and a bulging stomach all touched and caressed the students. They gave themselves eagerly to Beli’s assistance, wanting to learn from the mother goddess of yoga. Beli poked and prodded the girls, playfully teasing their chubby bodies into position. Soft moans and giggles echoed out of their mouths. As good as Beli was at yoga, she was even better at finding the sensitive places of other women. They were almost sad when a lesson was over. Though, Beli tried to leave them with something special each time. “I wanted. . .to give. . .one more. . .demonstration.” Beli waddled to the front of the class, exposing her gigantic rear.
“This is a. . .whew. . .partner exercise.” Beli wiped her forehead, casting away droplets of sweat. She eased herself down to the floor. The room shook just a little as her butt made contact. Though Beli’s movements were thick and graceless now, there was beauty in just how pregnant she was. Six months had been enough time to give her an everlasting radiance. She looked ready to pop, though there were more than a few months left to go. She lay with her legs splayed out, paunch resting on the floor. She cooed as kicks and pushes riddled her stomach with extra jiggles. Her many children were active and thriving, a sign of how blessed she was. Beli massaged her gut with one hand, bicep pushing her breasts around. With her other hand she waved towards the back of the room. With the eyes of an entire class upon her, she felt the need to give them a show. “Jessie and I will. . .aaah. . .be giving a special. . .oooh. . .lesson.” Beli cooed between kicks.
Jessie waddled forward, naked even though she had not partaken in the class. Though she was older, her body was still in perfect condition. Pregnancy had rejuvenated the 40 year old woman, pumping dormant hormones. Though she was more than 4 times heavier than what she had been, nearly cracking 500 lbs that morning, she oozed sexuality. Her stomach led the way, as heavily pregnant as Beli’s. Jessie knelt like a nun about to pray, all the funnier that she was naked and pregnant. She slowly came forward, arms outstretched towards her lover. It was a testament to both their pregnancies that their bellies met first. Shortly after, Jessie’s plump fingers found Beli’s sensitive breasts. She pressed in, cuddling the warm expanses. Jessie slowly massaged the bosom in her hand, working it kindly. Beli moaned, almost rolling onto her back. She stayed balanced on her butt, using them as the large cushions they were. Beli’s moans turned even more sexual as Jessie’s mouth found a waiting nipple.
The ladies of the yoga class watched as Jessie’s mouth grew full with milk. Her cheeks bulged as sweet, creamy nectar flowed out of Beli’s breast. Her other breast joined shortly after, turning her into a hefty fountain. Milk streamed down Beli’s body, lines of white painting a tan canvas. A puddle started to form under her as milk went undrank. Jessie continued her copulation, sneaking a hand under Beli’s gut. The big woman moaned, now laying back fully. The yoga practitioners inched forward slowly, eyes transfixed upon the two. Seconds passed, each of the women slowly working up their courage to approach. Finally, a blond woman knelt and began to suck Beli’s other breast. A second woman held Beli’s head in her lap. A fourth started to play with Jessie’s body. The other girls giggled and laughed, excited about what was to come next.
--- Chapter 5 ---
“How was our session today, Miss Beli?” A woman asked, bending over to shake her ass at Beli. It was an admirable attempt at enticing the bigger woman, but was doomed to failure. From her vantage point on her bariatric bed, Beli could see little besides her own fat. She was mountainous, humped form spreading to all corners of the reinforced, rolling bed. Beli was further blocked by the other women crowding around her, all trying to please her at once. Hands of all shapes and sizes stroked and massaged Beli’s engorged body. Now in the final weeks of her pregnancy, she had become fully immobile. There was little hope of Beli instructing a lesson and even less hope of her moving from the bed. However, that only left more opportunities for pleasuring her. Yoga and sex now defined the lives of the women at the wellness center, each trying to curry more favor with the blobbish yogi. However, Beli treated all of her supplicants well.
“I’m sure. . .aaaah. . .it wassscch. . .amazing.” Beli said between forceful kisses. Chubby women crowded around her, each trying to find the most erogenous spot on the immobile Indian woman. Beli sighed and gasped through it all. She blushed from the heat and the constant arousal. She could hardly lift her arms or legs, with movement entirely impossible, but she had help for that. The students turned sex cultists devoted their time to eat, yoga, and fucking Beli. Beli herself only existed for fucking and food. Ten hands smooshed and cradled her gigantic stomach, with mouths dipping in and out. Beli gave a guttural noise, something between a belch and a moan. She tried to shift in the bed, but rolled back into place quickly. She looked over her thick cheeks and chins to see a crowd of women all following in her heavy footsteps. “Whoosccch. . .ready for. . .the cooldown?” Beli asked, stroking one of her breasts. As thick and fat as her hand had gotten, it was woefully smaller than her breast. Either of her milkbags could have filled a stool with their girth.
“Of course!” Ten voices cried out in unison, with others rushing from other rooms to join in. The massaging turned from lightly erotic to heavily so. Her gut was hauled up lovingly so that her pussy could be plundered. Beli tried to widen her legs for easier entrance, but failed. Rather than trying again, she flapped her arms towards her legs. Instantly, women moving about her belly shifted down and started to pull her legs apart. The woman under her made contact with her gleaming snatch, tongue ready for the beauteous job. Beli moaned again, happier than she had ever been. Whatever sex had felt like before, it was even better now that she could no longer move. The most she did was click the button on her bariatric bed and recline further. Her milk chocolate skin played with, her nipples nibbled on, and the woman between her legs kept even strokes. There was little for Beli to do other than receive the gifts bestowed upon her. She reclined the rest of the way. She looked up, finding the smiling face of her wife.
“Hey. . .there. . .big stuff.” Jessie said, leaning over the bed to kiss Beli. Jessie was slow and almost clumsy now. Close to 700 lbs, Jessie had outgrown any possibility of sultry movements. Rather, her nakedness moved like Beli’s had, with lumbering slowness. She was a tidal wave of carnal energy, looking for new shores to beach upon. Jessie kissed Beli hard, thrusting her tongue deep into the bigger woman’s mouth. Beli’s hand fell over, straining to caress the older woman’s bulging gut or breasts. Each was in the final stages of pregnancy, their bodies turned into production factories for milk and fat. Jessie squeezed Beli’s massive breast, drawing milk forth to stain the sheets. Cranes would have to be used in order to get the pregnant woman off the bed, but neither would mind. Beli loved feeling her heaviness and Jessie loved watching, dreaming about reaching the same size. The cougar’s mind had been filled with all sorts of dreams lately. Beyond the day’s rations of sex and food, she had begun to dream of future plans.
“Beli. . .” Jessie stopped kissing, but Beli continued to thrust her tongue out. Jessie laughed, pushing her wife’s heavy face away. “. . .just a moment. . .sexy.” She laughed, cupping her hand over Beli’s mouth. Beli continued to lick playfully, matching the woman between her legs. Beli’s eyes almost rolled into her head as the waves of pleasure increased. She moaned through Jessie’s hands. The older woman did not waste the opportunity. “I love. . .you. . .” Jessie whispered, her free hand tracing a ring around Beli’s nipple. “I want. . .to get. . .pregnant again.” Jessie waited, holding her sentence until Beli was close to climaxing. “Round two. . .next year. . .honey.” Jessie finished and took her hand away from Beli’s mouth just as the immobile woman climaxed.
“YEEEEEESSSSS!”
