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The Harem on the Hill (Part XVI)
🕑 Added 2020-04-21 22:19:54 +0000 UTC
"Ooh! is that a stretch mark?"
"I think it's just a bit of sauce."
"Oh, damn." Tina swipes a finger along the side of her stomach and brings it to her lips. "You're right."
Tina sits in her underwear, enjoying a home-cooked meal of pasta and breadsticks. She offered you some, but you politely declined.
It's her other offerings that have you enticed.
It's been three weeks since your trip to town and Tina has been an eating machine ever since. You're not exactly sure what to attribute it to. Your show of faith? Her taste of freedom? Regardless of the reasons, you're not complaining.
Neither is Tina. As she gobbles linguine with gusto, you suspect the #1 reason for Tina's gluttonous overindulgence is simply enjoyment. It shows in her dimpled smile--and is starting to show everywhere else.
Watching from your computer, you bring up Tina's weight: 142. Up more than 20 pounds since her arrival. In truth, it's a fairly modest gain when you consider getting fat has been Tina's sole assignment since her capture, but 'slow and steady wins the race' as your father used to say. Of course, that was a proverb he applied to business. You seriously doubt Tina will be winning any races by the time you're through with her.
'Slow and steady' isn't an approach you'd favor with most girls, but if you've learned one thing from your time with Tina, it's that you're better off keeping her happy. That may well be the only thing you've learned. You didn't ask many follow-up questions about her unauthorized homecoming, and Tina seemed reticent to discuss it. Instead, she's been inclined to keep her mouth filled with food...and who are you to argue with that?
Suddenly, Tina stops eating and pushes her breasts high up in their cups. "Are these getting bigger?"
"Let me see."
Tina smiles and turns demurely away from the camera. As she reaches behind to undo her black lace bra, two small creases form on either side of her back. You doubt they make an appearance last week.
Covering her breasts with her hands, Tina turns back around. "Peek-a-boo," she says, flashing you briefly.
Although not yet large enough to snag the sauce that blemished her belly, they've clearly grown. No longer the pointed protuberances your Twinkie train negotiated weeks before, they've rounded into perfect semi-circles seemingly supported by an invisible shelf. Her areolas and nipples further defy gravity, pointing towards the camera as if to say, "look at us!" Michaelangelo's marble masterpieces have nothing on this girl's genetics.
"Looks like you're getting quite the handful," you say.
"Yeah, but I have small hands." Tina gazes into the camera as she massages her mammaries. "Someone else should test that theory."
You've managed to resist Tina's charms to this point, but it's gotten harder (in more ways than one) as they've grown more substantial. You can think of a dozen reasons why capitulation wouldn't be prudent at present, but this is your pleasure palace. Why allow the slave to torture the master?
On the other hand, maybe the time is ripe to expand your harem? Tina has proven to be a fine wine. Perhaps she should be allowed to breathe. Another vintage could quench your thirst while Tina reached her full-bodied potential.
If so, it might not be a bad idea to involve Tina in the selection process somehow. A gesture of good-will from her "partner" could keep her from getting antsy from a lack of carnal attention. And who knows? A fresh wine in the cellar could make for some interesting pairings.
What do you say?
