"You are such a beautiful fat girl, Yvette," - I whispered, letting go of her hand and stroking my finger up her arm, very lightly, barely touching th... smooth skin, - "I love seeing you eating this ice cream. This ice cream is making you fatter and prettier. Each time you swallow it, it makes you fatter, softer and prettier."I took her hand in mine again, and fed her another spoonful of vanilla. Ice cream was dwindling fast: fed by two men at once, Yvette was eating almost constantly. There was. Suddenly, as she was bent over in the fridge, his body was behind hers, grinding against her pussy a little. Moaning, she pushed back, wishing that he would just plunge in and fuck her hard. Instead he slid two fingers under her bathing suit and into her wet slit, pushing them into her tight hole. She sighed a little as he roughly pushed them in and out of her, finally something inside her pussy other than her own fingers. ‘You’ve changed a lot haven’t you,’ he commented, his fingers still. She didn’t seem bothered by how rough I was being, and even asked for it “harder.”By that time, I was fucking her as hard and fast as a jackhammer, and she was matching my pace, pushing back against me with each stroke. I even pulled on her hair a bit and that seemed to really get her going.“Fuckkkkkk! Yeahhhh! Fuck me like a little bitch!……..Harder……harder!”“I brought condoms,” I whispered. “I don’t want to get you pregnant.”“I don’t fucking care!” Britney retorted. “I’m on the pill……shoot. Those two have known each other for years.” Without really noticing, the air conditioner kicked in and the vent right below the window blew a stream of cold air right up my legs. I shivered slightly and placed a hand on my pussy, blocking the cold airflow. That’s when I realized my new, clean pair of panties were also getting damp.I pressed a hand to myself and damn near had to grab the wall to stay upright. “What the hell is happening to me?” I closed my eyes briefly and stubbornly moved that.