Chapter 10

Lisa tossed the quart to the side, and Sloane again ate her horror as melted ice cream spilled out into a messy pool on the beautiful floor.

Tom panted like a dog desperately trying to catch his breath while Lisa used her flat tongue to lift the stream of melted ice cream off his gut and chest. She tightly gripped his fat face harshly and licked the crumbs and cream from his cheek.

“Miss Sloane,” she demanded, a new tone she expected from the start from this powerful woman. “Help me move Tubby to our chambers.”

They unbuckled the restraints cutting into his wrists, and his arms fell helplessly to the sides. Lisa went behind the recliner and squatted, pushing her back against the back of the recliner and pushing upward, forcing Tom into an upright position.

Tom cried in pain in his compressed position, his ball gut collecting in his lap, soft tits pressing into its shelf.

They each grabbed one hand.

“One…” Lisa counted, “Two…three!”

The two pulled, but Tom hardly budged.

Sloane’s mind snapped back to her dream of an impossibly fattened Adam, struggling to lift his head as he tried to find Sloane around the ridiculous expanse of his body. She pushed his belly away and dug through soft rolls in desperate search of his cock.

“Okay!” Lisa took a deep breath. “One…Two…THREE,” she grunted.

With an intense struggle, they helped him to his feet as he stammered about, each correcting step heavy and lethargic, jiggling his body up to his jowls.

“This way,” Lisa directed. The two women flanked their stuffed pig as they slowly walked him to another door.

An intense heat flashed on Sloane’s skin as Lisa opened the door. Heat lamps glowed near the walls of the small windowless room, and a large bed took up the center of the floor.

Sloane remained in the frame of the open door as Lisa slowly guided him to the foot of the bed. She turned him around to face her; belly near bursting, it pressed into her chest as she snuggled into its tremendous heft. She reached as far as she could around his sides to sink her messy hands into his cushiony love handles. Sloane stood in admiration of her sleek, petite figure casting a silhouette of intense contrast in front of his wide, pale body.

“I can’t wait until you start to get chubby for me,” Lisa wished. She gently pushed at his chest with her index finger, and he went crashing down onto the foot of the bed. Sloane shrieked and jumped at the loud crack as one of the legs of the frame snapped. The corner of the bed smashed into the floor, and the opposite corner sprang into the air. Sloane covered her gaping mouth in a useless attempt to hide her shock.

Lisa looked over her shoulder at Sloane, eyes open wide in a cartoonish look of joyous astonishment.

“Holy FUCK,” she moaned in heat as she reached for his waistband.

Sloane quietly backed out and shut the door behind her.

Intense sounds broke through the seal of the closed door; the broken bed frame loudly creaked and Tom moaned in agony. Sloane stood next to the pool of ice cream as she removed her heels and sighed in relief as she stepped onto the smooth, cool floor.

Sloane could hear Lisa grunting as she bent to pick up her jacket, still unable to shut her mouth in disbelief and incredible envy.

As she tried to tip-toe up the stairs, she heard the door swing open. She stopped and turned to watch as Lisa ran out, bare breasts bouncing as she hurried to retrieve the cake.

Lisa looked to Sloane in the stairway and giggled, sprinting back into the room, slamming the door behind her.