Riley's ample curves spilled out of her too-small tank top as she lounged on the couch, her breath coming in shallow huffs as she tried to catch it. Her best friend, Jordan, stood before her in her gym clothes, a look of disgust on her face.
"Come on, Ri, you need to get off your ass and do something about that gut of yours," Jordan said, gesturing towards Riley's protruding belly. "I'm trying to help you, but you're not making it easy."
Riley pouted, her lower lip jutting out in a stubborn line. "Fine, if you won't go to the gym with me, how about you make me a sandwich instead?"
Jordan rolled her eyes, but relented, grabbing the ingredients from the fridge and starting to assemble a sandwich. As she worked, Riley couldn't help but stare at her friend's toned body, the way her muscles moved gracefully beneath her skin. She felt a familiar ache between her legs as she remembered what it felt like to be that fit, to feel her body moving in sync with her mind.
But as much as she wanted to get back to that place, Riley knew she was too far gone. The thought of squeezing herself into spandex and hitting the treadmill made her stomach turn. No, it was much easier to just stay here, on the couch, and indulge in her love of food.
As Jordan handed her the sandwich, Riley couldn't help but notice the way her friend's eyes scanned her body, taking in the rolls of fat that spilled out over the waistband of her shorts. She saw the look of disgust flicker across Jordan's face for a moment before she masked it, and Riley felt a pang of disappointment.
But then, something unexpected happened. As Jordan sat down next to her on the couch, she leaned in, her lips brushing against Riley's in a soft kiss. Riley was taken aback at first, but then she melted into the kiss, her body responding to the familiar touch of her best friend's lips.
As they broke apart, Riley looked into Jordan's eyes, seeing the same desire that she felt reflected back at her. "I want you, Ri," Jordan whispered, her hand reaching out to grip Riley's thigh.
Riley's heart raced as she nodded, pulling Jordan back in for another kiss. This time, the kiss was hungry, desperate, as they both sought to satisfy the desire that had been building between them for so long.
As they stripped each other's clothes off, Riley reveled in the feeling of Jordan's hands on her body, exploring every curve and roll with a hunger that she hadn't felt in a long time. She didn't care that she was heavy, that she was out of shape. All that mattered was the way Jordan made her feel in that moment.
As they moved together, their bodies fitting together like puzzle pieces, Riley couldn't help but feel a sense of power. She was the one making Jordan feel this way, she was the one bringing her to the brink of pleasure.
And as they both reached their climax, Riley couldn't help but smile as she whispered in Jordan's ear, "How about I feed you now?"
Jordan looked at her, a mixture of confusion and desire in her eyes. "What do you mean?" she asked, her voice husky with pleasure.
Riley grinned, her hand reaching out to stroke Jordan's cheek. "I mean, how about I make you a sandwich too? And then maybe we can have some ice cream, or some cake. I know I could go for some right now."
Jordan looked at her for a moment, and then she laughed, the sound rich and full. "You're on," she said, pulling Riley in for another kiss.
As they lay there, sated and full, Riley couldn't help but feel a sense of contentment. Maybe she was fat, maybe she was out of shape. But she had Jordan, and Jordan had her, and that was all that mattered.
As they drifted off to sleep, Riley couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction. She had convinced Jordan to feed her instead of going to the gym. They had sex, and after they orgasmed, Riley suggested that she feed Jordan. And as Jordan agreed, Riley knew that she was setting her on the path to ending up a fat whale like her. And that thought, for some reason, made her smile.