The top of laps

Chapter 3

Day’s would crawl by until dinner time, every night was something delicious, we’d eat on the couch more often than at the kitchen table anymore, so we could play, and much more comfortable for starting our games, which usually involved Sarah on her knees before we moved to the bedroom, where all the toys were.

The things we did in there! I would tie her to the bed, locking her on her hands and knees with bars, facing a mirror, she’d wiggle her widening ass against my crotch, until I was hard, begging me. I’d make her stare ahead, into the mirror as I mocked her, let her know what a tubby little pig she’d become, the look on her face was exquisite as she’d squeeze me dry. And this was one of our more tame games!

She got even more into it when her weight started going to her boobs, she’d wear tops way too tight as she hit 185 pounds, and I could see her nipples stretch the shirts out. Her face was rounding nicely, and her body felt fantastic. It was a fantastic surprise the day she pulled off her bra to find pierced nipples, wearing sexy lingerie that was way too tight for her growing body.

She eventually evened out at 235 pounds. Her tits had gone up at least 3 cup sizes, and it was fun trying to squeeze them into her original bras. While Sarah had definitely gotten fat, she wasn’t huge looking, just extremely chubby, and soft, with a hint of a waddle that I loved watching, as her ass was absolutely stunning as she walked. I could just barely sink my hands into her belly, which pushed out most of her tops and dresses.

We stopped there and her weight would often yo-yo up and down 10 pounds or so, from fun stuffing evenings. She kept in good shape, although most of our exercise was recreational, it was a daily thing almost. I had to talk her out of getting some rather raunchy things tattooed on her body at the moment, or piercings in other places, but I’ll probably let her one day.

Things were perfect, although our friends and family had some trouble excepting her at first, and how I enjoyed whispering things in her ear while they were around, like how she’d let herself go, or what would they think her nipples got hard, or if they noticed the collar she always wore, just not on her neck. We started out with a lie, that she was pregnant, and soon enough we made it true. This brought a whole new level of fun to our sex life, new names, lots of new clothes for her to grow out of, special bras, and we couldn’t have loved each other more.

You might ask, how can you love someone so much, and mock them, embarrass them, even hurt them at times. The answer is really very simple: Because you love them.