The door to Hannah’s room creaked open as she crept out into the common area. The lithe little hotel heiress’s inaudible footsteps graced the cold wooden floor as she tip-toed out in nothing but her pajamas. The mountains were cold even this early in August, so Hannah had made sure to dress warmly—but fashionably. A pair of pink, black, and white zebra stripe pajama pants and an old tank-top that was a soft shade of purple. Her hair was a mess, it was midnight after all, and she’d hadn’t gotten much sleep.
Hannah snuck over to the refrigerator and opened it, the sudden chilly air brushing against her breast and hardening her nipples even underneath her tank. She grabbed the carton of milk—whole milk, not her usual choice—and poured herself a glass. She took a sip and walked over to the cubbards, reaching up to grab the box of pop-tarts that Mel had (miraculously) left untouched in all of her feasting the past two days. She reached inside, grabbing one silvery package of two strawberry tarts, and put the box back.
Midnight snacking was completely out of the norm for Hannah Hammond. Roommates of Hannah Hammond, yes, but not the girl herself. But she had been awoken by her stomach growling some twenty minutes ago. She hadn’t eaten much of anything today, doing her best to make sure Mel was kept full-up was a lot of work, and figured that two pop tarts weren’t going to kill her.
As she crept back towards her door, Hannah was startled by a sudden explosion of noise—a loud gnashing sound that immediately caused her to whip right around.
Was that… Mel?
Mel’s room and Hannah’s room were on opposite sides of the common area-slash-kitchen, and in the pale moonlight Hannah could clearly see the entire layout of their dorm. Sure enough, once the sound emerged, Hannah could clearly trace it to the other side of the room. She unclenched, relieved that someone hadn’t started a chainsaw somewhere in the building. Instead no, it was Mel, who just happened to snore very loudly.
Hannah sighed in relief and put her tarts and milk down, going instinctively to shut Mel’s door—left ajar in the big blonde’s haste to collapse onto her bed. However, as another ripping snore pierced the night air, Hannah paused as she gripped the handle of the door. She stared blankly into the moonlit room, eventually finding herself pushing the door open rather than pulling it shut.
Inside, Mel lay spread-eagle on her back. Her stomach was still painfully stuffed from today’s events, but not so much as it was before. It didn’t look as solid and its crest had lost its flush as well as some of its height. Mel’s mountainous mass was outlined clearly thanks to the moon and her undrawn curtains. She slept like a starfish, her legs and arms spread out as wide as they could go while her tummy splayed outwards between her legs.
There were no covers on the bed, but a comforter and blanket on the floor. She was dressed in nothing but some ill-fitting panties (Hannah could see them wrapped around the swell of Mel’s buttcheeks, but she had left her tummy untucked in them probably out of necessity given its relative size at the time she initially fell asleep) and that ratty old Hillary Heart t-shirt. Her long blonde hair was strewn about her pillows. She seemed determined to take up as much of the bed as possible—the weight of her belly forced her sides to pool outward on the soft mattress, causing her to appear wider than she was when she stood, and her doughy limbs were spread apart but still looked uselessly thick and heavy. The crest of her stomach rose and fell with every ear-drum shattering snore, likely caused by the pressure on her insides and the awkward position her head had been in when she had fallen asleep, nestled into her chest.
Hannah crept closer, her own breathing heavy now as she observed this sleeping butterball. It was such a sexual, sensual position for a girl to just fall asleep in. Hannah couldn’t help herself—one hand reached for the soft doubly-tiered monstrosity of her stomach. Mel stirred and Hannah jerked her hand back (she didn’t even get to feel it!)
Mel’s massive arms slid to her stomach and she began kneading it, like she was making butterball biscuits with her belly. Fatty little groans escaped Mel as she pressed and squeezed her own fat, still asleep apparently. Soft pale pudge filled the space between her sausage fingers as she tugged and pressed harder on her malleable mass of a middle.
Hannah almost came right then and there, the inseam of her pajama pants acting as great stimulation.
More snoring as Mel slumbered uselessly there, a great big sexy pile of fat kneading her belly like a cat. She smacked her lips—an act that Hannah interpreted as hunger.
It was just reactionary, Hannah hadn’t really thought about ever doing this before. But she’d seen it (and came to it) on the internet before, and her libido was more than in charge of her half-sleepy self. Hannah exited Mel’s room somewhat quietly and stomped over to the fridge, whereupon she found one of the few things that Mel hadn’t eaten yet: butter. Plain, uncooked, unused butter. A whole stick of it. She rummage through the silverware drawer and found a knife before returning to Mel’s room.
Creeping over, though not nearly as carefully as the first time (like Mel was really gonna wake up), Hannah loomed over Mel’s sleeping form. She cut a thickish slice of slick yellow butter off of the stick and dropped it into Mel’s mouth. Much to her delight, Mel’s body was so used to eating that, upon any given opportunity apparently, Mel would happily start chewing and swallowing. Even in her sleep.
Hannah giggled huskily as she repeated the process, delighted to see that Mel’s hands were re-encouraged to begin assisting the digesting process again. While Hannah dropped pad after pad of thick butter into her roommate’s mouth, Mel made breathy erotic moans and squirmed pleasantly on her bed, playing with her belly the entire time.
“You like that?” Hannah whispered thickly, “You like that Melly’s Belly?”
“Mngh..” Mel answered in her sleeping state, all her squirming causing her heft to wobble
Hannah placed a hand on Mel’s stomach and squeezed gently
“Mmmgonna make you so big…” she said through her teeth, pussy practically throbbing beneath her panties, feeding her the last of the butter, “So fat. So huge.”
Hannah kissed the soft round dome lovingly and retreated back into the common area, grabbed her pop tarts and milk, and didn’t eat them. She instead masturbated herself to sleep, dreaming longingly after several different versions of Mel, all infinitely bigger than the one she’d just groped for five minutes while she slept.
She slept so hard she missed first period.
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