Harder than Before

Every bounce on the man's throbbing cock made Rouge moan louder than the last, even as her winded gasps and pants warned her that she was running out of breath.

Being fat was just about the greatest sexual decision she'd ever made. Not only did having so much more flesh make every bounce feel infinitely more stimulating, but she'd quickly realized she could get away with being far rougher thanks to the padding packed across her body.

On paper, obesity heightened the experience in every way that mattered. In execution, she found herself contending with her slowly-dwindling endurance. Every dozen or so pounds made sex that much more exhausting, with the effort needed to ride on top of her partner making her legs burn with such an intensity that she swore that might fall off. It was rare that she could even speak by the time she climaxed, far too out of breath from the activity to do anything more than pathetically choke and sputter.

Rouge knew it was only a matter of time before her role became more passive; before she simply had to lay on her fatty back folds and look pathetically up at her partner while they did their best to find her entrance amidst all the sweaty folds she sported... but it was hard to convince herself to diet or lose any sort of weight when she couldn't deny just how much she enjoyed the upsides.

The downsides were less and less worth it by the day, but Rouge found her sense of impulse control slipping too much to care. So what if she'd soon be wheezing and choking just from BEING fucked rather than actively fucking someone? The food tasted great and she FELT great.

She'd just have to cross these bridges when she came to them, even if the answer was always going to be denial and procrastination.