Temptation Chaser: Part 3

Daniel couldn't stop thinking about Elle. He oscillated between feelings of guilt, then lust, then back to guilt, bringing him to the limits of resisting the urge to see her again. The door to his fetish was now so open it could not be closed, and so he recommitted to focusing that energy on Lauren. She kept to her active routine, and Daniel tried his best to undermine her athletic figure whenever he could. Switching milks was small change, he wanted to see her grow, and to do so quickly. He influenced her routine away from unnecessary cardio, and towards strength training exercises that demanded a calorie surplus.

When she complained about making no progress in her lifts, Daniel brought up the need to eat more, and instead of providing more proteins and complex carbs, flooded their home with sweet snacks. Cakes, chocolates, and pastries lined their cupboards alongside a newly bought, more calorie dense protein powder, itself essentially chocolate milk with ideas beyond its station. He showered her with gifts of food too. He brought home fast food on his way back from work, and treated her to meals out, opting to only visit places that really packed on the portions. Most deviously, he let the battery in their bathroom scales run dry, and simply neglected to replace it, knowing full well that Lauren wouldn't endeavour to fix it herself.

A part of Daniel felt a great degree of shame about his actions, though he dealt with this by believing it was better than going crawling back to Elle, neglecting to entertain the possibility of just breaking up with his current partner. Though he hadn't seen Elle, she hadn't left him alone. He would continue to get messages from her. First happy, then more demanding, then flirtatious, culminating in salaciously tempting words accompanied by images to further sell Daniel on him. Lewd images, of her generous curves, of her plump breasts with engorged pink nipples. They were undeniably enticing, and Daniel relieved himself to them more than once, yet he still resisted the urge to engage with her more than that.

After another week, the pictures, the unrequited messages stopped. For the first time in a long time there was silence. Daniel felt somewhat sad at the loss. He did like the attention after all, but mostly felt a relief that this exercise in extra-relational engagements was behind him, particularly without consequence. It was around that time he started to see changes in Lauren. Her tight body suddenly seemed less so, and her more sharp facial features had started to round out. Her mind too, had become less disciplined in line with her body. Though Lauren was always impulsive, and a tad more inattentive than she would like to admit, she nonetheless devoted what effort she could muster into sculpting her body. This effort however needed constant maintenance, and with the house full of temptations, this was proving harder than ever. After another short time she stopped going to the gym, disheartened from her lack of progress. Curiously she didn't adjust her eating to match the sudden lack of activity, and before long she was starting to balloon at a pace Daniel found quite pleasing. Naturally, he rewarded this behaviour with greater attention, and of course more food. Unfortunately for him, Lauren had now noticed the change in her appearance, coming to such a realisation one summer evening when one of her tank tops no longer fit as she expected.

"Danny, be honest, have I let myself go?" She said, one hand resting on a padded hip.

"I don't think so. Where did you get that idea from?" Daniel replied.

Lauren looked down at herself. The white tank top clung unceremoniously to her now expanded midsection. It no longer covered her fully, leaving her olive skin protruding between where the top ended and her dolphin shorts began. Around her navel looked especially plump, and Daniel saw the positioning of her piercing had shifted slightly with the rounding of her belly and navel. His eyes widened, taking it all in. She had sized up incredibly quickly, and only just appreciated it now. In his mind she had far from let herself go, and in fact thought she stood to letting go a bit more.

"Lauren, you look great. Stunning even, you always do." He said, genuinely believing it.

He got up from his position on the sofa and went over to her as she stood in the doorway to the living room. He put an arm around her to comfort, but also to unconsciously inspect the changes in her body. As he gave her a hug, his hands went from the top of her back down to waist, thumb and finger subtly appraising pinches of flesh at her midsection. Lauren appreciated his efforts to comfort her, though caught the pinching, and pulled away from him.

"Danny don't lie, you think I'm fat, don't you?"

Daniel looked at her. She wasn't fat, at least not yet. Slightly softer yes, but still a work in progress.

"I felt you checking me out. You think I'm hideous and fat!" She continued.

Lauren brought her hands to her belly. She gestured downward, pinching her midsection and cupping any excess flesh together in as large a mound as she could. Around her navel formed a soft donut in her hands, and Daniel looked at it without saying anything. His mouth hung open as he tried his best to hide his attraction to her actions. Quickly catching himself, he regained his composure.

"I don't think that. I think you're beautiful." He said, genuine in his words.

Lauren smiled, and she wrapped her arms around him, kissing him on the cheek. He kissed her back, and then turned her around, wrapping his arms around her. She leaned back into him, finding comfort in his soothing and deep embrace. Daniel held her for a moment, before his hands again began to explore her body. He couldn't help but trace over her lower belly poking out from her clothes. His fingertips drank in the sensation of soft warm flesh, contrasted by the cold of her navel piercing. She felt his feeling and in her it stirred up a strange mix of shame and responsive desire. She felt awful about how she looked, yet here was her partner desiring her all the same. She leaned further back into him, softened body pressing against his.

Daniel continued his exploration, going from belly to thighs, grasping their thickened form, all soft and warm. It caused a stirring of his own, his member twitching to life and filling with lust. He pressed her thighs together, for his own thickened member to enjoy as he rubbed up against her behind. He knew, standing in the doorway, that he wanted her, there and then. He reached for her breast, easily found under the thin fabric of her tank top. Lauren breathed deeply, unsure if to follow the feelings it brought in her. Her subconscious soon made that decision for her as Daniel began to massage her breast, coaxing a nipple to attention with finger and thumb. Almost automatically she began grinding on him, her modestly expanded rear stroking his member through their clothes. It was subtle, but enough encouragement for Daniel to continue his exploration of his partner's body.

One hand still massaging her breast, he brought the other down, taking a leisurely journey across her soft padded midsection towards her pubis. Slipping under her shorts he took a moment to appreciate her lower mound. It too was starting to fill out in a pleasing way, the tips of his fingers sinking ever so slightly as they glided across the surface of her skin. He toyed a moment with her, the tips of his fingers reaching down slightly toward the warmth between her thighs as his palm remained flat on her smooth soft mound. Lauren responded to this teasing by widening her stance, allowing Daniel access to between her thighs. His arm dove lower, entering that warm and cosy space between her legs. He knew her well. She was aroused, her clit and lower lips all puffed up like the rest of her. Bringing her ever closer into him, he began to tease and trace his fingers over her. Effortlessly he glided, massaging her engorged clit. Her whole body reacted to his subtle precise movements. She winced and shifted her weight from leg to leg as the sensation danced out from between her thighs and out into the rest of her body.

Daniel was enjoying this. He enjoyed the control he had over her. That he could make her feel this way with such small movements. Such light touches to drive her wild.

He continued to pour attention over her clit, taking his fingers across it and down to her inviting pussy. His fingers curled inwards, finding that familiar texture in her that she loved so much. With a firm hold on her from the inside, he drew her ever closer as he motioned his fingers in her. With his free hand he again went back to exploring her body. The sensations built in Lauren, to the point of her being unable to focus on where else her lover had brought his attention. All she could feel was the building warmth emanating from inside her as Daniel continued to gently coax the pleasure out of her. He came back to her belly, his free hand spreading out over it as far as he could. He desperately wanted to squeeze it, to feel the flesh between his fingertips. He instead settled for grasping her, taking a firm hold in a way that would not betray his true desires. Lauren felt the electric rush run across her skin as the feeling ceased building and had now plateaued. Her breathing was sharp and quick as she both sank deeper into him.

Daniel knew his partner well, and so his mind drifted as he worked on her. He fantasised about control. Control over Lauren's pleasure. Over her body. His mind's eye filled with visions of stuffing her face. Feeding her and watching her grow. Not only physically, but in her mind. Turning into someone hedonistic and disinhibited. Someone that craved to be filled in all ways. For Lauren to transform into someone plush and soft and careless. The thought excited him greatly. As she drew to a climax in his embrace, he knew that was what he wanted. And he could get it, he thought to himself, as long as he kept her sweet. In his arms was Lauren, close as could be but none the wiser to his plans, instead taken over by physical sensation. She felt warm, her neckline flushing as the pressure between her legs began to build. His fingers felt warm in him, moving at pace, driving the pressure building in her as she reached climax. She exhaled sharply, the sensation leaving her almost as abruptly as it arrived.

Lauren relaxed, leaning back into Daniel as much as she could while remaining on her feet. The catharsis of her orgasm was washing over her, while Daniel remained aroused and activated. He turned her around, intent to feed her all himself. He placed his hands on her shoulders, directing her to go to her knees. She resisted.

"Danny, stop it, I actually wanted to talk to you." Lauren said curtly, taking his hand in hers and guiding it away.

Daniel stopped, catching his breath.

"You've been so sweet and supportive lately, but I know I'm out of my routine. I want to go get back to the gym. Tone up a bit. Maybe follow a program, I've been looking at some online."

Daniel's heart, still racing from arousal, quickly sank. She had barely started to change and already she was ready to lose it all. The latent arousal, combined with this news, bubbled around his mind and body in a miserable way. A pit formed in his stomach.

"Ok, of course, what did you have in mind?" He asked, trying his best to keep his emotions in check.

"Just eating better, moving more. Getting all this junk out the flat. It makes me feel bad. All tired and lazy."

What Daniel would give for her to be tired and lazy. For Lauren to just give in and consume and balloon in size for him. He mulled over the proposal in his mind, wondering all the ways he could derail it. Ultimately, he knew he shouldn't, but he wouldn't let her progress go without a fight.

"Yeah, let's do it. Get back into a routine. We can start tomorrow." Daniel said, feigning enthusiasm.

It worked, and Lauren looked the happiest she had been in a long time. Now came the sting in the tail.

"Let's have a final night of it, really go all out, and we start being good tomorrow."

Lauren looked at him, inspecting his intentions. Giving him the benefit of the doubt, she agreed. Now Daniel's face lit up, his earlier disappointment leaving him as he bounced around the flat to get ready. He offered they go to a new restaurant in town. Hardly gourmet, it specialised in only the most calorific of foods. Milkshakes, cakes, and other sweet treats. Lauren went along with his suggestion, Daniel being too fixated on whatever was in his mind to notice she wasn't at all excited with this as she got her shoes on.

They left the flat, walking down old streets in the cool evening air. The place was further down from them, nestled in a trendy part of the old town. Likely it wouldn't stay solvent for long. It was too quiet for such a high traffic area, though for now managed to plod along with the modest customer base it had. Daniel and Lauren stepped in, assaulted by the smell of vanilla and sweetened cream. It was loud too. Not with custom or chitchat of patrons, but obnoxious music blaring out of speakers perching in corners like spiders. They sat at a white plastic table on pink faux leather seats while a disinterested teenager gave them their menus. Daniel scanned it, happy to see they didn't list calories. Probably they'd be out of business even faster if they did, he thought to himself. Lauren scanned the menu too, though with less obvious glee than her partner. She looked for something, anything that seemed in any way healthy. Or at least not diabetes inducing just from the look of it.

She settled for the banana bread, while Daniel got a slice of decadent layer cake with a milkshake to wash it all down. He had no intention of finishing it himself, however. In fact, throughout all of Lauren's weight gain, he had actually kept himself stable, mainly through offloading his portions onto her as much as he could get away with. They sat in silence waiting for their orders, only sporadically broken by Daniel throwing out the bait of small talk that Lauren did not bite on, even if she could hear him over the obnoxious music.

Finally, their dishes came. All flour and butter arranged in different ways, glistening with the added sugar. The banana bread was an amber brick, mottled with the dark brown of chocolate chips. Lauren looked at it, and Daniel looked at her looking at it. He longed for the agony to be over. For her to take a bite. To fall in love with the taste, for it to melt in her mouth, and with it, her ambitions of getting back in shape. She took her fork, cutting a wedge into the rich sponge. Daniel's eyes tracked the fork as it went on its journey to Lauren's lips, all supple and awaiting their offering. She took a bite, Daniel's mind racing as he waited for a response. After a few moments of chewing, followed by a dry sounding swallow, she spoke.

"I can't eat this." She said flatly.

With that, Daniel's heart sank. He attempted to rescue the situation, offering his own food. Lauren shook her head, folded her arms, and got her phone out.

"Danny, I thought I could be patient, but I can't wait. I need to start being healthy now. Not tomorrow. Not after eating this junk." She said, gesturing to her plate. "I'll cover this, but can we go somewhere else?"

His stomach knotted, losing the desire to eat himself. The knot brought with it a cocktail of emotions. Loss, disappointment, shame; all metastasizing in his mind into a petulant anger.

"It's not junk. It's good. Have some. You look fine. You don't need to change." He said, so quickly to be stumbling over his words.

"What are you saying? I don't feel fine Danny let alone look fine. Aren't you supportive?"

Lauren looked down, her mind trying to make sense of his little outburst. Her mind flicked through a range of explanations to his words, some more charitable than others. She couldn't help but land on the feeling that he was upset at the way she looked, but couldn't quite make out in what way. Across the gulf of uneaten treats sat Daniel. Fuming. His dreams of controlling his partner over before they even began. The potential of it all that he had spent building up in his mind had been dashed. He couldn't mould her into the image he desired, and this, combined with his own unreleased frustration from earlier was set to put on a destructive path with Lauren. He opened his mouth to speak. To yell and berate and otherwise sulk, but he didn't get that far. Someone else spoke for him. A sickly sweet feminine voice that he recognised.

"Danny, is that you?"

It was Elle. Shit.

Daniel turned, the knot in his stomach taking on all new twists and turns. His hair stood on end as he turned to face the direction of the voice. It was her. Dressed in a form hugging bodysuit, complete with a neckline that plunged almost to her midsection, and sporting a pair of twin hair buns. She looked dressed to work out, which apparently for her involved frequenting patisseries.

"It is you, Daniel. Oh! What a pleasure to bump into you here, how have you been?" She said, exaggerating her joy at seeing him, though only slightly.

Daniel winced on the inside. He weakly smiled, unsure if saying something would be more incriminating than saying nothing.

"And you must be his main squeeze. Laura, isn't it?"

"It's Lauren. Who are you?" She replied.

"Just a friend of Danny here. Dan it's been too long, we must catch up when you can." Elle said.

Sensing the mood between them, she bid the couple goodbye before her luck ran out. Still, this was not before placing an affectionate hand on Daniel's shoulder, manicured nails leaving their mark under his shirt.

The interloper gone; Lauren drew her gaze back to Daniel. He was all pale and wide eyed, completely shaken to his core. He looked like he was going to be sick, and Lauren could see every moment of this discomfort. Her mind, still ticking over his earlier outburst, now had this spanner thrown in. She felt a growing sense of dread as she started to make the connections in her mind.

"Dan. Who was that?"

"No one. An old friend. From university days." He said quickly.

"You never mentioned her."

"Have I not?"

"I think I would remember you mentioning someone like her. She isn't exactly hard to miss."

"Is that a dig?"

"A dig!? Some fat bitch who I don't know turns up at our table, all friendly. She rubs herself all over you, and you're worried about what I have to say about her appearance."

Daniel said nothing, again paralysed at what to say. His heart was racing. He could feel blood rushing to his face. Not only would Lauren refuse to balloon up to the size he desired, but depending on what he said now, could lose her altogether. He was silent a moment. So was Lauren. At last, she finally drew up the courage to say what she needed to ask.

"Daniel, be honest with me. How do you know that girl?"

Daniel felt sick. He felt disgusting. Grubby. Like the entire world had lost all its colour and instead replaced by an ashy pallor. His mind couldn't think of a convincing enough lie, and so it settled on the miserable truth.

"Lori..." He began, though the tone of his voice told her all she needed to hear.

With the way he said her name, Lauren knew. His discouraging of exercise while encouraging treating herself with food, his outburst at her commitment to getting back in shape, now all made an upsetting sense.

"You want me to be like her? Don't you?"

Daniel sat there, unsure how to respond, all sense of control now totally vanished.

"You want to fatten me up like some cow! You disgusting pervert! How could you?" She said, voicing raising and turning the heads of other patrons in the patisserie.

"Lauren please, let's talk abo-"

"There's nothing to talk about! I'm leaving. You can decide if you want to join me or whether you would rather go crawling back to that slam pig."

She got up, chair scraping on the white tiles of the floor that rattled off the walls and into Daniel's ears. He sat there, surrounded by uneaten desserts. The fact he did not immediately get up to follow Lauren out, told him, and her, his true intentions.

*

Elle was at home. She was in the bath, surrounded by a pool of warm bubbly water in the spacious tub. She had a smile on her face. A cheeky smile, like one has just before tipping a set of massive, intricately placed dominos. She splashed around slightly, massaging herself with the soapy water while a portable speaker hooked up to her phone hummed out a selection of relaxing music to accentuate her bathing experience. She rested her head back on the cool porcelain, her hair out of her buns and dangling down in waves to diffuse out as it met the water. She felt extremely relaxed, with her smooth skin going to goosebumps from the sensation of water. The sensation had awakened a latent arousal, and her toes curling in response. She stretched her arms, reaching up to touch the back wall behind her, before coming back down to meet her voluptuous body. Her nipples were hard, and she toyed with them slightly, noncommittally following her arousal, teasing herself more than anything. Elle had no intention of fully satisfying herself at that moment, and not only because the water would cool before she could finish. She had a hunch. A hope, that she would have a visitor before the end of the night.

She causally explored herself as the water cooled, rubbing her hands over her smooth round form. It was interrupted by the cessation of music, instead replaced by an awkward buzzing sound. The noise, sudden and understated, brought butterflies to her stomach, and prompted Elle to get up from her supine position in the bathtub. Coming to stand and wrapping herself in a towel, she walked to bathroom stand to pick up her phone. She saw from the flashing light that it was a message, only spiking her excitement further. Holding the phone in her hands she held a wicked smile on her face as she read the contents.

The water still clung to her slick curves as she took a moment to anticipate what was to come, before drying herself off and preparing for the evening ahead. He was coming. Of course he was. Though he might try and deny it, Daniel was wrapped around Elle's finger. After her little stunt in the patisserie, she knew it would only be a matter of time before she saw him again. She had to admit though, she did not expect it to be this soon. Naked, she walked around her bedroom, her posterior and thighs jiggling in all the right ways as she walked around looking for something to wear. Keen not to just settle for something, she found a particularly enticing set of lingerie, all body-hugging lace, that she hid behind a thin dressing gown. She had barely enough time to apply some makeup before she heard a knock at her door. A knock she had heard before.

"Well hello again Danny. You're a bit like a bus aren't you. Wait ages to see you, then you turn up twice within the blink of an eye."

He decided to ignore the playfulness, entering Elle's flat without being asked.

"And what are you then? Something that rears back up just as soon as you thought you got rid?"

"Oh, you make me sound like I'm some kind of disease."

"How did you know I was going to be there?" Daniel asked, clearly wrestling between feelings of anger and arousal.

"It's a smaller town than you think Danny. There aren't many cake shops like that around, and I'm partial to a solo treat such as that."

"You didn't have to introduce yourself though."

Elle took a moment to look Daniel in the eye. The wicked grin was hidden, but the sentiment behind it remained.

"Didn't I, Danny?"

Daniel said nothing, realising the point she was trying to make.

"Didn't I? Didn't need to intervene before you flew off the handle and chewed out your girlfriend in public for not-"

"Not what?"

"Not being. Well, me." She continued, her tongue subconsciously tracing her upper lip.

Daniel couldn't argue with that, nor did he want to.

"I just wanted to make it work." He said.

Elle scoffed.

"Danny, be real. Plumping up your girlfriend was hardly a way to make it work. So, what are you going to do now?"

The two were silent for a moment. What was he going to do? He was here. At Elle's, not with Lauren. He hadn't even stopped by since leaving the restaurant. He hadn't tried to call or text or in any way make amends with her. Despite saying a moment ago, his preferences revealed no interest in 'making it work'. If he did, he wouldn't be here. Standing again in Elle's hallway, his heart racing. Elle looked at him. She liked him, funny as it was. She enjoyed him in more ways than one. He was pliable. Eager. Suggestable. He might attempt to resist, attempt to be the one in control, but he'd fold under her pressure. And that was something she greatly enjoyed.

"She wasn't enough for you, Danny." Elle finally said, voice serious and low and full of seduction.

Daniel looked at her. Her gown had loosened during their conversation, revealing what she had on underneath. A web of mesh and lace that crisscrossed her body, only drawing attention to her curves as they met contact with her soft skin, pressing against it in a snug fit. Elle caught her looking, and now saw to seal the deal.

"I could be enough for you, you know." She said, throwing off the gown to off all her body for Daniel to see.

Daniel inhaled deeply in an attempt to keep his arousal in check. He wanted her, and he knew she wanted him. He had been here before, and the outcome was not going to change. She was right. Lauren, for how sweet and fun and charming she was, just was not enough for him. But here, in front him, the curves, the weight, this was enough.

"Are you going to stand in this hallway looking at all of this, or are you going to do something about it?"

With that, Daniel wordlessly went for her. His earlier frustrations had transferred into a force and intensity as he pushed Elle against the hallway wall. His tongue entered her mouth as far as he could as his hands raced across her body, apparently unable to get enough of the sensation of her soft padded skin. Elle didn't expect this, though nonetheless enjoyed the intensity. She was so nakedly desired by him, worshipped even, that she couldn't help but respond. She wrapped an arm around the back of his neck and onto his broad shoulder as they kissed in the hall. Daniel wasted no time taking a firm grasp of Elle's body, his hands finding her abundant behind and squeezing her and bringing her closer to him. His chest pressed against her breasts, and a grinding began from his hips. There was a strength in his movements. A deep, almost animalistic lust. It drove Elle crazy much as it had for Daniel. She enjoyed it when men got carried away, just as much as she enjoyed correcting and guiding them when they did.

"Steady on Danny, you haven't even taken your shoes off yet." She teased.

She brought him to the bedroom, which like the rest of her flat, looked to be incredibly plush and comfy. Her bed, like herself, was suitably well sized, covered in a fluffy pink throw. Elle backed into the end of the bed, dropping herself down onto it and batting her eyes as she looked up at her lover, seeing the barely contained lust in his eyes. Daniel looked down at her. Her thighs had spread out as she sat, and looking down at her he could appreciate her busty form even more. The way her breasts curved over her round belly and met her thighs, all wrapped up in the inviting ribbons of her lingerie. Her round face excited him, as did her wicked lustful smile.

He looked at her and hesitated, unsure of where to even begin. It was in that moment that Elle made a move of her own. She leant forward and began unbuttoning his clothes, freeing his engorged and throbbing manhood for her to appreciate. It folded out from his underwear and came to rest pleasingly in her hands. She looked up at him and smiled, forgetting its substantiveness since their last liaison. One hand slid down his shaft as she took him past her lips. Her warm mouth engulfed Daniel, as she slid up and down him, her free hand travelling vertically up him, crossing his lean and firm torso up to his chest.

Her nails scraped over his tight skin as she drew more pleasure out of Daniel. For a moment he thought he might finish there and then. Elle could even feel him firming up in her mouth before popping it out drawing his cock across her cheek. She looked up at him again, raising an eyebrow and gesturing down at her body. Daniel followed the look, and as he loomed over her came to caress and explore her body with his hands and mouth. Elle leaned back to almost lay on the bed, her legs still dangling off the edge. She discarded some of her garments, freeing her generous breasts to be more effectively appreciated. Daniel took this cue, coming down to her level and cupping one with his hand, and the other teasing with his tongue, making dancing circles around a proud and engorged nipple. He massaged her breasts, taking their fullness in his hands. Elle found herself outstretching her arms as he did so, it bringing up in her the elusive feeling between arousing and relaxing. He continued to pay attention to her breasts as his mouth travelled down her. He gave deep tender kisses to her belly, pressing into her soft flesh with every kiss and he went lower. Eventually he met her thighs, which Elle began to spread as he reached. Her mound was as plump as the rest of her, and Daniel took great care to caress and kiss it as he reached his final stop on the tour of her body.

Elle's clit was throbbing with a white heat, nestled within the pillowy folds of her lower lips. Still Daniel found it easily enough. She was slick with arousal, that was only added to by Daniel's tongue exploring her below. She spread out further, her hands grasping the pink throw as she was so passionately serviced. She was moaning, quiet at first, though as he continued to work on her soon became shamelessly loud. She felt hot, waves of it building in her with every moment and causing her face and chest to flush. Truth be told she was in a similar state of arousal as Daniel was, though with no need to hold herself back like he did, gave into the feelings he brought up in her.

She lifted her legs, placing them handily on his shoulders, enjoying the feeling of them suspended. Her breathing became sharper and more effortful as she approached her climax. In those final moments Elle brought her hands to Daniel's, desperately directing him to tug and tease at her nipples just before she went over the edge. Daniel felt her slicken even more on his face as she cried out and came hard all over him. Her thighs squeezed the sides of his face as she cycled through contractions of pleasure, enveloping Daniel in a soft warm embrace.

After a moment she relaxed, her legs going limp on him, knees bending at his shoulders and the heels of her feet tickling his back. She released him from the squishy confines of her thighs. He had come to kneel at the end of the bed in order to properly service her, and now had brought himself to his feet, taking her robust legs in his hands and placing them down. He looked down at her. She looked relaxed. A gorgeous mess, spread out across the large bed. Her body went on and on, round thighs meeting round belly meeting round breasts. Elle was massaging herself slightly, delighting in her form. She drank in the sensation of her fingers running across her skin, now all sensitive and activated from her preceding orgasm. Daniel kept looking at her. He could hardly believe what he saw, what was in front of him. His deepest desires made manifest and laying in front of him. At this point in the day, he had made two women orgasm without climaxing himself, and so was more than ready to correct this imbalance.

His thick member throbbing and pulsating with every heartbeat, he brought himself between Elle's thighs. She was still in the half aware bliss after being finished off by Daniel with his dexterous tongue, and so the sensation of him entering her almost caught her by surprise. It was hot, and pressing against her in all directions, giving an enjoyable stretch with only the hint of initial discomfort. For Daniel it was everything he wanted. As warm and soft as the rest of Elle's body, yet also tight and slick, tempting him to go ever deeper and move ever faster.

He started slow and deliberate, savouring the feeling and every inch of travel as he moved in and out of her. He parted Elle's hips ever so slightly to bring himself fully into her. Elle was now very much aware of Daniel, softly moaning and giggling to herself as he went at her. Of all the chasers she had met, no one quite outright worshipped her body as Daniel did. Taking hold of her outer thighs for leverage, he began to move with more urgency. Elle's giggling abruptly ended with a sharp gasp as the pace quickly increased. She tilted her head, looking down the bed at him. He had such lust in him. It poured out of him through his eyes. She could feel it too. He had been holding back, but now he seemed ready to really let her have it. Standing, at the end of the bed, Daniel mercilessly ploughed her. He went hard and deep, and Elle absorbed each impact with every stroke. Her body rippled in response to Daniel. Though there was a lot of her, Daniel was strong, and his desire high, and had little trouble giving her the momentum she needed. Her belly jiggled as he repeatedly slammed into her thighs, as did her breasts. Daniel was transfixed on her movement. The way her breasts danced, the way her belly fat undulated in waves. The way it sounded when Daniel's flesh hit Elle's.

Elle felt him pounding away at her, delighting in every moment. She yelped and cried out in delight, noticing that her lover was moving harder and faster at each stroke. He was so lost in his own desire. Desire for her. Not only did she enjoy the physicality of this particular liaison, but just as much at what it meant. He had chosen her. Over his skinny girlfriend. With all her spunk, that trim athletic body, she couldn't keep her man. That skinny bitch had lost, and Elle had won, and the prize not only Daniel himself, but utter control she had over him. She giggled again, her mind a body filled to the brim with joyous ecstasy, ready to clamp down and finish on him again.

"Yes Danny. Oh yes! Fuck me!"

She begged him to keep going, harder and faster. Daniel loved the encouragement. He loved all of it. He loved how hard he could go with her, slamming hard into her hips. He felt himself cresting the peak of his pleasure. A heat built in his loins, each thrust being more enticing and enjoyable than the last. Elle felt the shift in tension, an increased firmness that pressed against her, indicating his imminent climax.

"Yes! Come in me. Come deep inside this fat pussy. Feed me Danny!"

With that he erupted inside her. Pressing on all sides he painted her inner walls with his thick white self. He pounded hard with each contraction, giving as much force as he could. He was breathy, and guttural. His legs were weak, the backs of his thighs trembling as he stood. Finally, he calmed down. All over, his top half folded over and lay atop Elle. Daniel let out a deep sigh, and Elle brought a hand down to caress his back. She looked down at him, smiling a little to herself. He was hers now. He won't be leaving now. Not like last time.

Daniel's legs were too exhausted to keep their position, and so he exited Elle to lay beside her. He was still somewhat hard as he pulled out, and caught the sight of their joint mess sliding out and down as he did. All thick and hot and creamy, a mix of their passions. Their mutual lust. He positioned himself beside her, finding comfort where her shoulder met her breast.

"So, what are you going to do now?" Elle asked, already knowing the answer.

Daniel considered his response a moment. It was late. If his relationship with Lauren wasn't already over, it certainly was now. He couldn't go back, at least not today.

"I'll need to go tomorrow to sort out my stuff."

"You'll have to move out. Can't imagine Lauren will let you stick around after tonight."

Daniel was silent. He hadn't quite considered that.

"Have you got somewhere to stay?"

He remained silent, considering how he could say what he wanted to. Thankfully Elle got ahead of him.

"That's a no then. Well, I suppose you could stay here, at least for a little while."

"Are you sure? We'd have to share a bed."

Elle giggled.

"I think we can make that work." She said, spreading out an arm across the expansive queen bed. "There's a catch though."

"What catch?"

"You need to keep me sweet." She said.

She bit her lip, and rolled onto her side to kiss him. She reached past, aiming for a bedside drawer. After a bit of shuffling, she produced something. It was a small clear plastic bag, tied up like a bottle or bouquet. Instead of flowers however, Daniel saw it was full of chocolate spheres similar to what he saw Elle eat the last time he was here. She took them in hand, and untied the ribbon keeping the bag closed. Daniel eyed them, and then Elle.

"So, what are they for?"

"They, Danny, are how you keep me sweet."

She placed a globe of chocolate in his palm. She readjusted herself, reclined slightly on her side, one hand propping up her head and another on her hip. Daniel inhaled sharply as his heart rate shot up, arousal coming back to him. He took the chocolate between his finger and thumb, and gently offered it to Elle. His fingers went past her lips as she accepted it from him, guiding it from his grip using her tongue, and closing her mouth around him as his fingers retreated. He watched her as she savoured his gift, the subtle movements of her mouth and cheeks implying her consumption of the chocolate in her mouth. After a moment she swallowed, the melted chocolate coating the back of her mouth and throat. She locked eyes with Daniel.

"You keep me sweet like that, and I'll let you stay here as long as you want."