Special Delivery, Part 8

      Pizza grease smeared all over her fingers, lips and various folds, Kelsey Bates had dozed off next to her love after a big meal of their favorite food.
      Ross was nestled against her big, warm body, with the rolling hills and valleys of her side to his right, her thick, fluffy arm around his shoulders and left side, and soft sofa beneath him. He could feel his girlfriend's body expand and contract with her respiration, and he could smell pizza on that same, hot breath. Even in sleep, her breathing was now audible. Ross was extremely comfortable.
      Things were changing in Ross's life, but he wasn't complaining. Every one of the changes seemed to be for the better, and really, who was he to argue with that?
      For one, there was his job. Ross's boss had promoted him to manager last month. No more working for tips. It was a small step, but he accepted it with open arms. He had bigger plans for the future.
      On top of that, Ross had really gotten to know his girlfriend's family very well. Her parents were nice, and her housekeeper, a pudgy girl around Kelsey's age, was quickly becoming a good friend of his. Kelsey had yet to meet Ross's family, but that was for a later date. Ross was slightly anxious about the introduction, secretly worried about how his relatives might react to the size of his girl; and, of course, the weight he'd put on himself. He'd developed quite a belly in recent times.
      Then, there was Kelsey. She had gotten even fatter. Her body was spreading out further every day, and in the last few months, she'd packed on another layer of blubber, adding to her already jarring bounty of surplus weight. He looked at her face as she slept, which immediately sent his heart fluttering. It was the same beautiful, blonde, blubbery princess he'd fallen for over a year ago; however, she had grown even fatter since then. Her fat face had only gotten fatter, with her cheeks even rounder and her neck even more bulbous than it had been when they'd originally met. Facially, she looked like a supermodel, if you ignored the chipmunk cheeks and the big, wobbly second chin. Rocked to sleep in the rising and falling blubber of his beloved partner, Ross slipped into a light sleep as well.



      "Good morning sweetie." Ross was woken by these words and a big, greasy smooch. He turned over and suddenly remembered where he'd spent the night.
      "Hey Kelsey," he yawned, rolling over and putting his head on her belly.
      "Sleep well?" she giggled, caressing his arm with her chubby hand. He nodded. "Good. I know I must be comfy, but I didn't realize I was THAT soft," she teased. He opened his eyes and grinned at her
      Ross helped Kelsey up the stairs, and then helped her get into her humongous clothes. She put on a band tee and some gym shorts, ignoring the irony of herself in any sort of exercise paraphernalia. (Ross, however, appreciated it.) The grease from last night's pizza binge had dried on her skin, but she didn't bother cleaning it off. She was used to the feeling, and she knew it turned Ross on when she acted like a slob.
      Ross left to go get donuts. In the meantime, Kelsey sat and watched TV in her bedroom. When he got back, she ate several of the donuts, leaving only a few for her boyfriend. Powdered sugar added itself to the mix of crusted food on her fingers. Usually, she'd have showered by now, but she knew what turned Ross on. He liked his girl to act like a pig. She didn't mind it either. The two of them talked for a while, discussing the possibility of a future together, enthusing about how much someone could potentially eat in one sitting, and examining the increasing amount of space Kelsey occupied on her bed. This was a strange and wonderful love.