chapter 9

Anna moved her things in Zac. They were fed up of sharing two places and zipping between the two. Still, as amazing as it was to be moving in with Zac, Anna now had the tough job of unpacking and sorting it all.

Zac had done most of the hard work, clearing her bedroom and packing it in to boxes whilst she lounged in bed eating ice cream and binge watching something on TV. Now Anna was on her own, organising her stuff into a small wardrobe she was to share with Zac. She sighed as she realised she had outgrown so much of her stuff in the past few months. It was unreal, looking at how petite she used to be. Still, what would she rather have - a full wardrobe? Or Zac? Zac would always win, every time.

Despite not being able to wear many of her clothes, she still had managed to acquire an awful lot of it in the last few months. Zac never failed to spoil her when they were out shopping and she felt unable to give up some items as they reminded her of those perfect days out she had had with Zac.

Anna saw a box, hidden at the bottom that she didn't recognise and reached down to grab it and yank it out. Even when it was in her hands, she still didn't recognise what it was. She slowly lifted the lid and peered inside, expecting to be hit with the mucky smell of something long forgotten. But as the lid opened and light flooded in, Anna remembered all too well what was inside. Her heart melted as she looked at the sexy underwear Zac had bought her the first time they had given into their desires. She had been much smaller then and she thought back to how turned on Zac had been at the prospect of her, one day, being able to fit into the large bra and panties he had bought her as a gift.

Anna pulled them out of the box and felt the expensive, delicate material. She held them in her hands, but was surprised at how they no longer appeared 'big' to her. Curious, she pulled out some of her casual underwear that she had bought more recently, putting them side by side on the bed. Were they actually smaller than what she usually wore?

Unable to focus on anything else, Anna stripped down to nothing and stood in front of the mirror as she slowly put the sexy lingerie on; first the bra, struggling with the clasp at the back and fidgeting awkwardly at the uncomfortable straps that were digging in. She tried to turn and look at where it must have twisted at the back, but as she studied her fat form awkwardly, she could see there was no twist. She was simply too large for it; too large everywhere: her breasts overflowed and her back fat was indented fiercely by the straps. 'Oh my...' mouthed Anna to herself in the mirror. She couldn't believe what she was seeing.

Finally tearing herself away, she turned her attention to the knickers, slipping them on awkwardly and pulling them up over her chubby thighs. Suddenly, she was tugging too hard on the delicate fabric as she found herself having to yank them over her tubby ass; then as she looked in the mirror, she could see that half of the fabric had disappeared into her crack, with her two, bulbous ass cheeks smiling victoriously in the mirror. The straps once again pinched her, this time around her hips, creating an indent with lard spilling out either side. Damn! She really was a big girl.

Zac wouldn't be home for hours, but she was already thinking of what he would say to her when he got home and saw her like this. He wouldn't be able to get his underwear off fast enough. What would he say to her? Would he say how proud he was? Say how greedy and fat she was looking? Would he talk about some extraordinarily fattening recipe he was going to feed her later as he came inside of her?

Hardly even aware of what she was doing, Anna's hand had slipped down to her panties and she slowly began to rub herself. Before she knew it, she had parted the tight fabric and slipped a sly finger inside, just as Zac had always done. Still she stared at herself in the mirror, looking at all of the flesh that she knew Zac would be unable to resist. She rocked her fingers and her hips in perfect time as she imagined Zac with a fork in his hand feeding her a large slab of cream filled cake. Suddenly, with her free hand, she felt the urge to grab at the fat of her belly, pinching it like Zac did, then shaking it up and down to feel the jiggle. He heavy thighs were already swaying with the excess fat. There was no stopping that these days.

'What a fat girl!' she mouthed to herself in the mirror, surprised at the wave of pleasure that spread over her as she said it. 'Such a fat girl,' she repeated, a little louder, again feeling more pleasure at the words. 'You're so lazy, greedy and fat. Look at you!' she mumbled, her eyes rolling back into her head. 'Look at how fat he's making you!' she grunted loudly, eyeing her jiggling belly button in the mirror. She slipped a hand behind her and unclasped the strap, letting her large, swollen breasts fall on to the top of her soft stomach. She watched the fat ripple through them and felt the familiar sensation building furiously inside of her. All of a sudden, it was too much. She came, moaning softly, but loudly in the empty house. She had never pleasured herself so well before. Still, she had no intention of taking them off. Not until Zac was home to rip them off her.

Or fatten her out of them.