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Watch Me Grow
🕑 Added 2020-12-02 19:18:13 +0000 UTC“I want you to see me grow.”
He said the words with unrestrained hunger. He spoke aloud the demand for me to observe him partake in his ritual with a level of want and desire so sincere and wanting that, if I declined, it might destroy him. He kissed me on the forehead and left our apartment, instructing me to sit on the balcony with my phone fully charged, laid out on a table beside my chair.
“Will I need binoculars?” I asked, about to rummage through the storage closet. He took me by the wrist with a gentle hand and laughed so uproariously it could have knocked me down. But it didn’t, instead he pulled my face to his chest. My nose pressed to his skin, his hands moving to compress my cheeks with his breasts.
“You won’t need them,” he promised. “Just sit there and witness me, that’s all I desire. You won’t be the only one...” he pressed my cheeks so hard with his moobs, he liked doing that, playing with me, by playing with his fat. “But you’ll be the only one the performance is ‘for,’ understand? Everyone else will see me; but you’re the only one I’m doing this for.” He smelled like lavender and sweat, gentle, flowery, though subtly earthy and hot.
My phone rang.
“Are you watching?” He asked.
“When are you going to start?”
He hung up immediately. Then there was something glistening in the horizon just beyond the city skyline. A spherical shape, or one that appeared to be circular from a distance. It approached the city like a monster from a movie, taking the same deliberate strides with its wide, plump legs. The earth shook as he approached, his body now gargantuan and far, far fatter than it had ever been. He stood in the middle of the city, finding a square with enough room to permit both of his feet.
His belly was a thing of beauty. A glorious expanse that took me a long, breathless moment to take in its entirety. It was wide, it was shiny - oiled, like a gigantic bronze sculpture in morning sunlight - and stretched to a monstrously wide roundness that distorted his tattoos. “Watch me grow,” he bellowed. Voice deepened, divine with girth. He arched his back and took a deep breath, inflating himself with nothing but his own desires and determination to excite me.
When he was done, the city was uproarious with confusion, fear, chaos, though I wondered. Was anyone aroused like I was? I hoped they were, surely there must have been someone else who shared my love for his beauty. He was a fat, ballooning titan who rippled with every deliberate slap of his belly. The undulations disturbed the air, the vibrations shaking me and the apartment. His double chin framed his face with his wide set cheeks, a subtle shade of reddish purple on his skin from the exertion.
“Can you see me!?” He bellowed. To no one in particular, though I knew it was to me.
“Yes,” I answered. Knowing no voice, no matter how booming, could reach his head which crested the heavens. I was content to just watch him grow.
