chapter 2

After year 1, her ballooning breasts resulted in constant grunts, oh-no's, and heavy sighs as her favorite low cut shirts fell out of favor - The already tight fabric stretching over her growing D cups made her shirt shrink exposing her once flat stomach- now starting to show a small arc when standing and form a small roll when sitting - her belly button ring almost disappearing completely.

"Damn, that was my favorite dancing shirt," She said. I watched her upper arm jiggle as she threw it on the ground and appeared to almost immediately forget about it as if she knew the implication of outgrown clothes but willfully ignored it. She was after all, in a successful, romantic relationship with a man who constantly treated her to dinner, baked goods, and only mentioned her weight to reaffirm his love for her every curve.

"Its kind of his fault it doesn't fit anymore" she thought jokingly. "He better like the curves he grew" she continued as she tried to find a replacement shirt. She felt herself getting wet just from her thoughts about her body growing. She had gained 15 pounds since we started dating and it was the first substantial gain that she had, ever. She absently pulled on her now-thong underwear to try and have it completely cover her growing rear, like she swore they did last week. "Maybe it's the new birth control, the doctor said I would gain a few pounds," She said as I watched her get dressed from the bed like I loved to do. "Looks great on you sexy, you could use some extra weight skinny," I joked. "If you don't mind, I don't mind!" She said with her signature smile. "I kind of like it too," She thought as she tugged on her too small undies.

"Babe, we need to go to the mall this weekend so I can get some new outfits," She said as she put on one of her old comfy shirts she kept from high school. Once large around her slender body, it now fit like a normal shirt. Her growing arms hugged the inside of the sleeves and her chest stretched the shirt almost too tight to be comfortable. The shirt was longer so it still covered her newly formed belly roll and love handles.

"Sounds good," I stuttered as I stared at her growing rear. She was struggling to button her favorite short shorts- the ones I met her in. I was rock-hard. Her ass had outgrown her favorite shorts. She tried to rip the zipper up with more force then before but her growing ass and new love handles were preventing her button from coming closer then a half-inch. Her larger ass now was speckled with cellulite and bulged from the bottom seams trying to escape the now-way-to-small short shorts; her favorite pair. "Damn it fatty. " she whispered. She felt her pussy getting wetter. "You can't fit into your clothes anymore," She thought as she secretly moaned.

She snapped out of it. "Well this stinks," She mumbled as she turned around to expose my greatest dreams. "My shorts don't fit either, I'm zero for two today, " she said with an unusual amount of carelessness. Her pussy was wetter now then before, and as she slid off her tight jeans, they grabbed her thick legs as if to say goodbye one last time. I couldn't believe how okay she was with what just happened and I replied, "Its okay sexy- you are extremely hot," As I looked directly at her growing pudgy body.