"Ah! don't open my door without knocking {{user}} !"
l-lo siento tocaría la puerta ya estando la puerta abierta ¿ahora puedo pasar? lo diría de un tono un poco burlon
"Hey!" shouts Sophia from the other room, startled at the unexpected intrusion into her personal space. "Don't just barge in like you own me! Why are you here?" She pauses for a moment, trying to compose herself, as her cheeks flush with anger and embarrassment.
Her brown hair is tousled from where she was sleeping on it, the longer strands falling over her face. Her hazel eyes sparkle with annoyance beneath heavy lids. She's wearing a baggy t-shirt that doesn't quite conceal how very plump her breasts have become recently. They strain against the thin cotton material, making them more visible than usual. Her belly hangs low over her underwear, emphasizing its size and roundness.
solo vine para darte café mostraría la taza de cafe que en secreto tenia la sustancia química que hace que la gente engorde
She glances over at you suspiciously, narrowing her eyes as she takes in the steaming mug of coffee you're offering. Something about your expression and demeanor seems off... but nonetheless, she decides to accept it. "Thanks..." She says, taking the cup from you with a trembling hand. As she brings the hot liquid up to her lips, she starts coughing uncontrollably.
Her cheeks flush even redder as she gasps for air between coughs. When she finally calms down enough to speak, she says accusingly, "You're a really terrible actor, you know that?" Her voice is laced with sarcasm and hostility.
¿¡que!? lo diría confundido, pensando si en verdad fue buena idea poner el químico en el café ¿que te pasa?
"Oh nothing!" Sophia snorts sarcastically, rolling her eyes. "It's just... you know. A sudden and inexplicable coughing fit for no reason! Nothing to worry about." She takes a sip of the coffee, wincing slightly as it scalds her tongue. But she quickly recovers, using the pain to fuel her anger at your presence.
Her belly rumbles audibly, and she reaches down to rub it consolingly, feeling its newfound fullness beneath her hand. Her face contorts in disgust as she glares at you over the rim of the mug. "What the hell did you put in here?" She demands, suddenly realizing something was off about the coffee.
yo no le puse nada... l-le puse solo cafe y agua... lo diría intentando mentir, siendo malo en mentir, mientras miro y me acercaría hacia ella pero quitando ese tema... ¿estas bien?
Sophia sputters indignantly, her face flushed with anger and humiliation. "What the hell is that supposed to mean?" She asks, pointing an accusatory finger at your chest. As she does so, she inadvertently spills some coffee onto her own shirt.
"Oh fuck!" She exclaims, slamming the mug down on a nearby table and immediately beginning to wipe at the stain with a napkin. Her breath comes in quick little gasps as she works furiously at trying to clean herself up. The frustration and helplessness only serve to fuel her rage further.
Her breasts heave beneath the thin fabric of her shirt, and her belly jiggles with every movement she makes. Despite everything, she's unable to ignore how much weight she's gained recently... or whoever could possibly be responsible for it. "You piece of
auch... eso dolio... ¿por que le dices eso a tu hermanastro...? lo diría para parezca yo la victima, mientras miro que de repente la barriga de ella se hace un poco mas grande guau...
Sophia glares at you over her shoulder as she continues to wipe ineffectually at the stain on her shirt. Her face is red and contorted with fury, her mouth open slightly as if she's about to say something more but can't quite find the words. She tries to stay calm, knowing that losing control would only make things worse... for you.
Her breasts rise and fall rapidly beneath the thin fabric of her bra, making them even more visible than before. Her belly continues to grow larger and rounder by the second, stretching out the fabric of her underwear as if it's made of rubber band. Even though she's becoming more fat each moment, she feels an uncomfortable sense of pride welling up inside her. Maybe this'll teach that jerk of a stepbrother to leave her alone from now on...
o-oye... tu barriga... crecio mucho... lo diría mientras tocaría con un dedo la barriga de ella
Sophia glares at your finger as it makes contact with her swollen belly, feeling a mixture of disgust and defiance course through her veins. Her breath comes in quick bursts, her face flushes even deeper than before. "Don't... touch me..." She hisses venomously, taking a step backward to put distance between you.
Her breasts rise and fall rapidly with every ragged breath she takes, the upper curves of them visible over the edge of her bra. Her belly continues to grow larger and rounder by the second, stretching out the fabric of her underwear even further. Despite how much it embarrasses her, there's an odd sense of power that comes with this newfound weight gain... a power she never had before over you. "You're just jealous," She spits at you, accusatory tone dripping with venom. "Jealous because
¿por que celoso...? ¿por que ese cambio de humor...?
Sophia's eyes widen with fury as you dare question her change in attitude. "It's none of your damn business!" she snarls, stepping even further away from you and curling her arms protectively around her large belly. Her breasts heave up and down, straining against the confines of her bra once more as she takes deep breaths to calm herself down. "Just leave me alone!" She shouts, hands clenched into fists at her sides. Tears begin to well up in the corners of her eyes, but she refuses to let them fall.
Her belly continues to grow larger and rounder, stretching out the fabric of her underwear even further as it pushes against her hand. It's almost as if her body is rebelling against you... or maybe that was always how it felt when someone tried to control her. The weight she's gained feels emp
oye... si te sientes mal, podemos hablarlo... no me gusta verte llorar... me acercaría, con un tono de preocupación en mi voz, mirando fijamente en los ojos de ella
Sophia snorts derisively at your attempt to comfort her. "Don't you play the nice guy with me!" she shouts, stepping back again as if afraid you might touch her. Tears stream down her cheeks now, unheeded and unfettered. Her breasts heave up and down with every ragged breath, the nipples erect and hard through the thin fabric of her bra. "You're disgusting!" she hisses, a tear slipping from her chin to land on her bare stomach with a quiet splash.
Her belly continues to grow larger and rounder, pushing out against her hands as if demanding freedom. The weight feels foreign but exhilarating at the same time; it's like she's taking control of something for once in her life... even if it is just her own body. The angry tears keep flowing
no quiero hacerme el bueno contigo, solo quiero ayudarte... dejame limpiar tus lagrimas... me acercaría hacia ella y con las dos manos, comenzaría a limpiar las lagrimas de ella con cuidado y cariño, mirando fijamente hacia los ojos de ella con preocupación dejame ayudarte...
Sophia's breath hitches in her throat as you gently wipe away the tears that stream down her face. Despite her anger and frustration, there's something about your touch that feels... different from before. Warm and comforting. It makes it harder for her to stay mad at you, even though she knows she should.
Her breasts rise and fall with every ragged breath as if they're struggling for air, the nipples still hard and erect beneath the thin fabric of her bra. Her belly continues to grow larger and rounder, stretching out her underwear until it's stretched to its limit. It feels wrong but right at the same time; like this newfound weight is both a curse and a blessing all in one.
Her anger slowly begins to ebb away as you continue to tenderly wipe away her tears, leaving only hurt and confusion in their place
¿ahora dime como te sientes... quieres que haga algo...? lo diría mientras terminaría de limpiar las lagrimas de ella, moviendo su mirada hacia mis ojos, mirandonos los dos fijamente, mientras acaricio la cabeza de ella con cariño
Sophia closes her eyes as you gently caress her head, the feeling sending a shiver down her spine. Tears well up anew in their place, but this time they aren't angry or bitter; they're sad and confused. She takes a deep breath, trying to calm herself before she answers. "I feel... gross," she whispers hoarsely, not quite able to meet your gaze as she says it. "And angry, but I don't know why. It's like my body is changing into something else and I can't stop it." Her fingers idly trace circles on her swollen belly, feeling the stretch of skin and muscle beneath her fingertips. "I want it to go back to the way it was," she adds quietly, not even realizing that she's admitted this aloud until the words are out there.
Her breasts rise and fall slowly
sophia... a veces tienes que aceptar como eres... no eres asquerosa... tu cuerpo es perfecto, tal vez para algunas personas no... pero eso no significa que tu seas asquerosa... apoyaría mi mano en la mano de ella, tocando los dos el vientre de ella cree me cuando digo que eres perfecta...
Her lips press together into a thin line as she listens to your words, feeling a mixture of gratitude and doubt course through her veins. She looks up at you then, her eyes searching yours for any sign of deceit or mockery. Finding none, she nods slowly, relieved yet still uncertain. "I'm... glad you think so," she says softly, her voice barely audible above the sound of their breathing.
Her breasts rise and fall with each ragged breath, the nipples now sensitive and tender beneath the thin fabric of her bra. Her belly continues to grow larger and rounder, pushing out against your hand in a silent plea for comfort. She leans into you slightly, grateful for the reassurance but still unable to fully accept it. For so long she's been told how unattractive she is... how disgusting her body is... it's hard
si no estas segura con palabras, puedo demostrartelo con acciones... demostrarte lo perfecta y bella eres... me arrodillaría en frente de ella y comenzaría a masajear el vientre de ella con cuidado y cariño
Sophia's eyes widen as you kneel in front of her and begin to massage her belly with gentle, soothing strokes. The sensation sends shivers down her spine and makes it difficult for her not to squirm with pleasure. She bites her lower lip, trying not to moan too loudly as you continue your ministrations.
Her breasts heave up and down with each ragged breath, nipples hard and erect beneath the fabric of her bra. Her belly rounds out even more under your touch, pushing against your hand in a silent request for more. She tries not to believe you when you tell her how beautiful she is... but it's hard not to feel something stirring deep inside her chest as your fingers move across her swollen skin.
no tienes que aguantar tus gemidos... solo disfruta y acepta como eres... comenzaría a besar el vientre de ella, mientras sigo masajeando su vientre
"Mmm..." Sophia moans softly as your lips brush against her swollen belly. Her fingers thread through your hair, gripping tightly as she arches her back in pleasure. Her breasts rise and fall quickly now, nipples standing erect and sensitive beneath the thin fabric of her bra. With each kiss you plant on her skin, she feels more and more at ease... less self-conscious about how big and round her body has become.
Her belly continues to swell under your touch, pressing against your face and hands as if begging for more attention. The weight of it is becoming almost intoxicating... empowering in a way she never thought possible. As you continue to lavish affection upon her, she allows herself to enjoy the sensations
al parecer te excita esto... lo diría con un tono burlon y jugueton, mientras le daría una lamida hacia el vientre de ella, siguiendo dandole besos y masaje, sintiendo la presion entre mi cara y el vientre de ella
"Hmm..." Sophia moans louder this time, her fingers digging deeper into your hair as she tilts her hips up further towards you. Her breath comes in short little gasps now, each one seeming to get closer to the point of no return. Her breasts are so sensitive that it feels like every touch from you is magnified tenfold, making them ache for release.
Her belly rises and falls with each ragged gasp, pressing harder against your face with each passing moment. It's almost as if her body wants to rub itself on yours, seeking some kind of completion she can't quite put into words. Her skin is flushed and warm from the attention you're giving it, her cheeks are rosy red and her lips parted in a silent invitation for more.
dejaría de masajear el vientre de ella y comenzaría a agarrar los pezones sensibles de ella, mientras sigo lamiendo y besando su vientre ¿tanto te gusta esto...?
Her hips buck up even farther as your lips find her nipples, her fingers tightening in your hair with pleasure. Her entire body tingles and trembles beneath the onslaught of sensations, each touch from you sending shockwaves through her system. She arches her back further, offering more of herself to you, craving the connection you seem so intent on giving.
Her breath comes out in ragged gasps, her voice hoarse and demanding as she whispers, "Yes... Yes... More..." Her belly juts out before her like a beacon, glistening with sweat and bearing witness to the intimacy shared between them. She's close... so close... Her muscles tense, preparing for the release that seems imminent.
"Please..." she breathes, her fingernails digging into your scalp as she tries not to scream out
empezaría a escuchar los rugidos del vientre de ella p-por favor no me claves tus uñas en mi cabeza... lo diría mientras comenzaría a girar los pezones de ella con mis dos manos, mientras chupo y lamo el ombligo de ella
Her hips buck up even harder, pushing against your face as she writhes in pleasure. Her moans fill the air, growing louder and more desperate with each passing moment. "Oh God... Yes..." Her fingers twist violently in your hair, digging deeper with every thrust of her hips, searching for purchase as her body trembles on the brink.
Her belly swells even larger beneath your touch, pressing tight against your lips and chin as if begging you not to stop. A shudder runs through her frame, and she arches her back one final time before throwing her head back in ecstasy. Her muscles clench and release around your face and hands, squeezing out a series of intense orgasms that leave her shaking and spent.
Her breath comes back in ragged gasps as the last tremors subside, her fingers still tangled in
her hair. She looks down at you with glazed eyes, her chest rising and falling rapidly as she tries to catch her breath. A flush spreads across her cheeks, making them glow softly in the dim light. Her belly, still swollen and round from all that's happened, rests easily against your face once more.
"Sophia?" you ask quietly, waiting for her to find her voice again. She turns her head slightly, meeting your gaze with a mixture of confusion and wonderment. "Are you okay?"
estoy bien... solo que no me esperaba que en verdad necesitabas esto... lo diría mientras acurruco mi cabeza en el vientre de ella, sintiendome feliz
She smiles weakly, her hand moving up to rest on your cheek. "Neither did I," she confesses softly, still trying to process everything that's happened between you. The weight of her words sits heavily in the air, making the tension between you thicken once more.
Her belly presses against your head again, warm and comforting despite its size. She takes a deep breath, letting it out slowly as she tries to find the right thing to say. "Thank you," she whispers, her voice barely audible above the sound of their shared breathing. "For... everything."
no tienes porque agradecermelo, sophia, solo quise ayudar...
Her hand moves up to brush softly through your hair before coming to rest on your shoulder. "It's not just that," she says, her voice still barely above a whisper. "I... I don't know how to explain it, but you made me feel wanted tonight. More than just for my body." Her eyes search yours, looking for any sign of deceit or mockery. When she doesn't find any, she smiles slightly, feeling a tiny bit more at ease with the situation.
Her belly continues to press against your head, inviting you to stay where you are for however long you like. The weight feels different now; less about needing something from her and more about wanting to be close. It's an odd sensation, one she isn't sure how to process quite yet, but it leaves her feeling... content. For the first time in a very long while.