FAT FICTION | Chapter 14 - Under the Table (An X Chapter) (Patreon)

Emily took slow bites that pushed her plush cheeks outward while Jess sucked melted cheese from her fingertips with shameless enjoyment. Their bellies pressed against the table edge as they ate, breathing deeper and slower with obvious satisfaction.

And somehow… they seemed to grow even softer while he watched.

Jess caught him staring at her stomach.

“You feel it yet?”

“Feel what?”

She reached beneath the table and gently guided his trembling hand against the underside of her belly.

Paul inhaled sharply.

It was unbelievably soft.

Warm flesh spilled over her waistband beneath thin fabric, yielding instantly beneath his palm. The sheer weight of it stunned him. Jess pulled on her waistband and let her whole gut fall out of her leggings. It slopped back and forth in Paul’s hand. It spilled over. 

Jess sighed happily at his touch.

“She likes attention.”

Paul should have pulled away.

Instead his fingers flexed instinctively against the softness.

Jess’s eyes fluttered slightly.

Emily watched him carefully.

“Told you,” she whispered.

Paul’s heartbeat thundered.

Jess leaned close enough for him to feel the heat radiating from her body.

“Sit still long enough while we eat” she whispered into his ear, “and you can almost feel us getting bigger.”

Paul laughed nervously.

“That’s impossible.”

Emily took his free hand suddenly.

Then placed it against her own stomach. This time Paul was the one to pull her leggings down. Her belly poured out of its constraint. 

It was even larger than Jess’.

“Fuck! That feels good!” She quietly moaned.

Vast folds of fatness spread heavily into his hand and spilled into his lap while the heat of her body seeped through the fabric of her dress.

Paul’s fingers sank deeper.

Emily exhaled softly against his neck.

“Maybe,” she whispered. “You should massage our bellies whilst we eat. Help us digest all of it. We’re not the kind of girls who let food go to waste.”

“Unless it’s our waists,” Jess giggled. 

Paul felt the booth become unbearably tight.

Their thighs pressed fully against him. Emily’s burgeoning hip pinned his left arm while Jess leaned heavily enough against him that he could feel every breath she took.

He was swallowed up in their fatness. Trapped in soft, unrelenting folds.

Suddenly he realised, pinned in by their huge jiggling, feeding bodies, that this felt amazing. 

He stopped wanting to escape. 

Jess noticed first. Her smile turned slow and victorious.

“There he is.”

Paul looked at her helplessly.

Jess reached over and fed Emily a fry.

Emily moaned softly around the bite without breaking eye contact with Paul.

The sound nearly ruined him.

“You know what I think?” Emily murmured.

“What?” Paul asked weakly.

“I think,” she said softly, pressing even closer against him, “you’d be very happy staying right here between us.”

For the first time in his life… he felt entirely at ease. 

Paul didn’t move. He couldn’t if he’d wanted to.

The diner lights reflected warmly across their flushed skin.

Half-empty baskets littered the table now.

Fries.

Pie crust.

Milkshake glasses ringed with melted cream.

And still the women ate.

Uncontrollably.

Jess sucked whipped cream from her thumb while Emily stole bites from her pie with obvious satisfaction, both of them breathing deeper and softer now in the aftermath of indulgence.

Paul had never seen anything so hypnotic in his life.

Not just their size.

Though God, their size overwhelmed him.

Every subtle movement made their huge bodies shift and settle beneath stretched fabric. Their bellies rested heavily against the table edge while their hips spread enormously across the booth, forcing Paul tighter between them by the minute.

No—

what mesmerized him was how comfortable they looked.

How natural it all seemed.

How beautiful and sexy they were in their abundance.

Jess caught him staring again.

Instead of teasing him this time, her expression softened.

“You’re relaxing.”

Paul blinked.

Was he?

He realized slowly that his shoulders had dropped. His breathing had synced unconsciously with theirs. The panic that gripped him earlier had dissolved somewhere .

Emily’s fingers drifted lazily through his hair.

The simple touch nearly melted him.

His hands stopped massaging their bellies. They drifted further down. He found Jess’ fupa, and then Emily’s. 

Jess gasped first. “Oh dear, Emily. He’s found our naughty little secret.”

Emily whispered over the back of Paul’s neck. 

“Is that the secret that we have massive… fupas from being such utter piglets?”

Paul’s cock throbbed uncontrollably. Jess noticed it through his trousers and grabbed it with a free hand. She giggled. 

“No, babe. I’m talking about the fact we’re not wearing any panties.” 

Emily scoffed. “No point, when you keep ripping through them.” 

Jess squeezed his dick with her chubby fingers just as the words made him throb harder.. An explosion went off in Paul’s head. These women were wild, unashamed balls of blubber, and he’d never been so turned on in his life. 

He spanked at their fupas and heard them stifle a moan each. Then he ran his hand down further… deeper. He found wetness in every flabby fold on either side of him. 

Emily shifted closer again. The movement brought his fingers to the lips of her pussy. It was as plump as the rest of her. She buckled slightly and leaned closer to him. He was being buried between their rotund bodies when he found the cubby lips of Jess’ pussy too.  

The booth groaned. So did his dining partners. 

“Fuuuuck! You’re so good at this!” moaned Emiiy. She reached down and unzip his trousers, before sliding her fat fingers in between Jess’. 

With their hands interlocked, they cupped his cock, squeezed it hard and tight and began stroking it. 

Somehow, none of the other patrons to the diner saw any of this. It was as if a magical spell had made them invisible to everyone else. 

As if reading his mind, Jess said. “Don’t worry, no one ever looks at the fat girls. Not when you’re as big as us. Except you.”

They both yanked at him harder. Their huge doughy arms shook violently against his body. Paul gasped, but it only made him work his fingers harder. His fingers dived deep into the soft, wet fatness of their vulvas. They gushed hard against his hands. Their whole bodies shook, and Paul could feel himself moving further back in his seat, swallowed whole by their fattened, gluttonous beauty. 

Both Emily and Jess lurched forward as he stroked them harder. The heat between them felt like a furnace. 

“Tell us, Paul!” said Emily. 

“Say it!” said Jess. “We wanna come hearing you say… it.”

Paul could feel himself getting close. He thought about how fat those hands and chubby little fingers were, greedily wrapped around him. The same fingers that had greedily shovelled every crumb and morsel into the mouths of the two most beautiful women he had ever seen. Made them the most beautiful. Because their huge, magnificent, super fat bodies were what he lusted for the most. 

He came. 

They came. 

They all gasped in euphoria. 

Paul laughed shakily.

“You two are evil.”

Emily smiled against his shoulder.

“Maybe a little.”

Jess leaned close enough that her lips nearly brushed his ear.

“But you like it.”

Paul shut his eyes.

He did.

God help him, he did.

The scent of them surrounded him completely now. Sweet perfume mixed with diner grease, warm fabric and the smell of their wet pussies. It was something deeply comforting and dirty to him. Every breath they exhaled brushed softly against his skin.

Jess’s hand slid slowly along his forearm beneath the table.

Emily’s fingertips traced gently at the back of his neck while she spoke in a low murmur beside his ear.

“You know what the funny thing is?”

Paul swallowed hard. “What?”

“We used to think men only wanted one kind of body.”

Jess snorted softly. “Tiny little fitness girls surviving on salads.”

Emily laughed quietly.

“Then we realised something.”

Paul looked between them.

Jess smiled lazily.

“There’s men like you… and they are starving.”

The word hit him harder than it should have.

Because that’s exactly what it had felt like.

Jess shifted again, her belly pressing lightly against the underside of the table.

Paul’s eyes dropped instinctively.

Emily noticed him staring.

Instead of teasing him, she took his hand gently.

Then placed it atop her own stomach again.

Paul exhaled shakily.

Her body was so warm.

His fingers spread instinctively against the vast softness beneath the fabric, sinking slightly into yielding flesh.

Emily sighed quietly at the contact.

“That’s it.”

Paul’s pulse thundered.

Jess leaned against him more fully now, enough that he could feel the incredible weight of her thigh and hip pressing into his side.

“See?” she whispered. “Feels good, doesn’t it?”

It did.

Too good.

Paul’s hand moved slightly against Emily’s stomach before he could stop himself, slowly exploring the plush curve of her middle.

Emily’s eyes fluttered.

The soft sound she made in response nearly ruined him again.

Jess laughed under her breath.

“Oh, he’s touch-starved.”

Paul covered his face briefly with his free hand.

“This is insane.”

Emily gently pulled his hand back down from his face.

“No,” she whispered. “This is you.”

Silence settled around the booth. The kind that forms when three people realise something important all at once.

Outside the diner windows, rain had started falling softly. Inside, the late-night crowd had thinned considerably. Waitresses cleaned tables in the distance while old music crackled from the jukebox near the counter.

And still the three of them remained crammed together in the booth.

Jess finally broke the silence.

“You know what I think?”

Paul looked over weakly.

“I think,” she said slowly, “you like being squished by us.”

“Smothered,” Emily corrected playfully.

Paul laughed despite himself.

Then stopped laughing when Emily pressed a soft kiss just beneath his ear..

The warmth of it spread straight through his chest. Jess watched his expression carefully.

“Oh,” she whispered.

Paul blinked. “What?”

“You’re gone.”

Emily smiled knowingly against his shoulder.

“He really is.”

Paul opened his mouth to protest.

Nothing came out.

Because they were right.

Somewhere over the course of the evening, his resistance had completely dissolved.

Now all he could think about was fatness, folds, and softness.

Jess suddenly hooked her arm through his.

Emily mirrored her from the other side.

The movement dragged him even deeper between them until he was nearly swallowed entirely by plush hips, breasts, thighs, and bellies.

The booth squealed loudly beneath the combined weight.

None of them cared.

Paul sat there breathing hard while the women pressed closer and closer, warm fat yielding around him from every direction until he could barely distinguish one body from the other anymore.

Jess rested her head against his shoulder.

Emily’s fingers stroked slowly through his hair.

Paul sat half-buried between two enormous women, overwhelmed by warmth and softness and scent and pressure, unable to imagine wanting anything else for the rest of his life.