I Want To Sit On Your Face

Lois blurted it out, surprised at herself. She stared at the mirror, taking in her new curves, and the gem stone still glowing brightly on her fat tit.

Fat. Lois had never been fat, not really. Like most women, it had been the bogeyman of her existence, a haunting spectre between the rail-thin supermodels with eating disorders and the obese women in their moo-moos. She had always striven for a balance, a healthy weight—but appearance was a lot, even for a reporter. Lois had skipped desserts and colas, chowed down on salads and quinoa, went to the gym at least three times a week, and still shuddered to face the scale some days. She couldn't keep Oreos in the house, lest she be faced with a lack of willpower, and even had to watch how much wine she drank, counting calories all the time...

Now...here she was. Bigger. She ran a hand down her soft pooch of a belly, admired the width of her thighs. Still looking good. Lois couldn't see the muscle in the mirror any more, just smooth, firm flesh. The hint of lovehandles around her now-generous hips. She gave an experimental flex of her ass, watched it shift—and when the buttocks dropped, watched them jiggle.

She wasn't even hungry. That surprised her. All this mass must be coming from somewhere, yet she felt fine. Only...horny. Looking at herself...those swollen tits, that delicious booty...she had gotten excited just seeing the new Lois. She could feel the need between her thighs...and it was only right for somebody to help her out.

Lois stood up, turned around. It took a moment to adjust, feeling the extra mass. Not enough to really slow her down, just...sort of comforting. She turned to look at Maria.

"You heard what I said?" The reporter asked.

Maria grinned. "I thought maybe you'd like to go get some cock. Or I've got some toys..." Lois placed a hand on Maria's chest and pushed her, firmly but gently, down. The extra mass gave her more **** to work with than she was used to.

"Right now," Lois said. "I want you to eat me."

And the woman went down on her knees before Lois, who stood with legs apart, and pressed her fat vulva into her lover's face. A deep purr ran through Lois' throat as she felt the tongue lashing at her lips, her clit, passing over her urethra to slip into her vagina, a pink worm digging deep...

Lois ran her hand through Maria's hair. It was good, but it wasn't scratching the itch.

Slowly, gently, inexorably, Lois began to bend her knees. She was letting the weight do most of the work, to start pressing down on Maria. Lois couldn't see her lover's eyes, because of the gentle curve of her own belly, but she could feel the woman bend backwards and down as Lois **** her to the floor.

Idly, she wondered how much she must weight...she'd packed on twenty or thirty pounds, easily, maybe more, the way her tits jiggled and her ass had swollen. She had never been over 105 pounds before, and here she might be tipping the scale at 150, 160...and Maria surrendered to that weight, collapsing on her back, and Lois planted her heavy thighs on either side of the woman's head and straddled her mouth.

Dimly, Lois was aware that her left nipple ached, and the gem was still glowing, brightly...