chapter 2

"Lauren!" Derek cries from the bedroom. "Can you come here?"
I groan. "I'm making breakfast babe, can't you wait?"
"I-i need help," he stuttered. I instantly smirk and basically sprint into the bedroom. I find him standing in front of the mirror, pants half on, as his bubble butt blocking the rest. "They don't fit anymore!"
I laugh as I strut over to him, my wide hips swaying. "Oh babe," I grab the sides of his pants. "They'll fit until they don't button. Hold onto the bed frame."
He turns around sheepishly, his face reddening. I giggle as I see his ass, not as fit and perky. I smack it, making him yelp.
"Could you not?" he exclaimed, though I could swear I heard some arousal in his voice.
"Don't worry D," I soothe. "Just suck in. Hold that belly if you need to."
I can tell he's sucking in as best as he can, but it's almost pathetic. I yank the pants up, my arms straining. The pants budge a bit, getting right beneath his love handles. I try one side at a time, which definitely helps. Derek sucks in more, and I can tell he's out of breath.
Finally, I pull the pants high enough that only his belly is over his waistline. I turn him and focus on the new problem.
"Honey," His dark brown hair is sopped in sweat. "I don't think these will fit. I need new pants."
I sigh. "Derek, I'll buy you new clothes if you can just wear these one more time. Just for 2 hours."
He paled. "I won't make it!"
I snort grab a rubber band, stretching to make sure it's strong. "It's brunch, not sports. You'll make it."
He blushes. "Babe, if I'm basically sweating to get these pants on I bought a month ago, I'll break these pants during brunch." he looks at his belly. "I'll eat myself through these pants."
I giggle and loop the rubber bands from the button, inside the button whole, and back on the button again, keeping his fly closed as much as I can. I lean in close and stroke his flabby pecs. "Who says I don't want that?"
He looks up, shocked. "You want a fatty as a husband? You want this-" he jiggles his belly. "You want that instead of-"
"I want someone who isn't afraid to gain a bit of weight to make their lover happy." I clutch a ass cheek and shake it. "And maybe I do like you with some meat on your bones. It's better than being a skeleton."
He scoffs, grabbing a black and white hawaiian shirt and starts to put it on. "Okay," but he doesn't look convinced. I frown. I want a man who is confident in being big and full of lard, not one who fights his true instincts.
"You better come eat breakfast," I say. His belly rumbles as I giggle. I give it a little rub. "You better answer the ring."
I walk away, though the feeling of my fingers sinking into his fat makes me want to rip his clothes off for the second time this morning.
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"Ren!" my sister, Laury exclaims. "So good to see you!"
I hug her, but instead of the slim model I usually hug, I squeeze a back roll. I internally gasp. How could my supermodel sister be turning chubby?
I release, smiling from ear to ear. It wasn't like I was excited for her. I knew Luke was into fat girls (He promptly told me while we were preparing for his engagement while Laury was out.), but I didn't know he would turn her into one so quickly.
I give him a hug as well, feeling muscle instead of fat like I do with Derek. As soon as I feel it's hardness, I know I don't miss it.
Derek gives a smile and claps Luke's back, hugging my sister as well. We sit down, Derek, and surprisingly, Laury already putting their napkins on their laps.
"How has the engagement been?" I ask, sipping on my water. Derek is stroking my leg underneath the table.
Up and down, up and down, up and down-
And quickly up to my pussy, which is now sopping wet. I glance at Derek, who is smirking while sipping water as well.
Cheeky bastard.
Laury beams. "Oh it's been great! We traveled to New York last week for his brother's birthday."
I turn to Luke. "That's great! How was it?"
Luke chuckled. "So amazing. After Dan's party, we went out on the town and visited this amazing restaurant on the East Side, so many good options."
"We basically got all of the dishes." Laury admitted as she bit into bacon, which had just arrived at the table. "I almost threw up all that food, but it was just so good!"
Derek laughs. "I wish I could have been there, that sounds so good." I rubbed his crotch under the table. "I do miss the great dishes in California though. Had such great options."
Everyone's food had arrived. While Luke and I ordered a meager breakfast sandwich and a side of sweet potato fries, Derek and Laury had ordered a full English breakfast, big enough to feed a 6 person family, with leftovers galore.
Derek glances at me as he dug in. His cheeks turn a crimson. Though he's a neat eater, a outsider can tell not only is he enjoying his meal greatly, but also can't get enough.
Laury, who seems to not be so advanced in binging as Derek, slows down as she gets down to half of her food. She's breathing shallowly, allowing long breaks between bites and swallows. Her belly grows stuffed, emerging over the table, as if she's pregnant.
About 15 minutes into their feast, a waiter comes by again. She glances at the two whales inhaling their food. She blushes before talking. "H-how is the meal?" though Derek's ravenous grunts speak from themselves.
I smile, rubbing my husband's shoulder. "It was so good, though these 2 are still eating."
Derek leans back, rubbing his overstuffed belly. "I'm done now." he voice is deep, his throat covered in grease. "Compliments to the chef. That was the best English I've ever eaten!"
I smile.
Though it won't be the best his fat ass will eat.