Chapter 7 - suspicions

Stepping out of the shower, Meg wiped away some of the steam on the mirror to look at her body. It was a good job the love potion worked so well, she thought, otherwise Max would probably be nagging her about the noticeably bloated tummy she was developing. She wiped away the fresh steam, staring a little harder at her chest. Since when had her breasts swollen so much? She seemed to be carrying more mass and weight right around her shoulders and even on to the tops of her arms. She touched her breasts and felt the softness spreading right under her armpits. Sighing, she hoped that Max was too much in love to notice. She spun to her side and looked at her ass. She already knew that was in bad shape; she could feel it spreading underneath her as she sat at her desk in work; still, it was the part of her body Max loved to touch most.

The steam misted the mirror again and Meg wiped it away one final time to look at her face. Clear of the bright, distracting lipstick shades, she could see the double chin she was getting. She sighed again, feeling incredibly grateful that she wasn't single whilst looking this chubby. Lovesick Max would follow her to the end of the world if she wanted. Then she smiled, knowing that she never needed to be single ever again thanks to that love potion. She could do whatever she wanted and Max would still be desperate for her. Whatever she looked like, hunky Max would always be hot for her. It made her temporary weight gain a little easier to cope with.

"Look at these sexy panties!" Max smiled, holding up the brightly coloured material.
It was a hot day and Max was already shirtless and looking incredible. Meg was almost too distracted to notice the gift. She took them in her hands and thanked Max, with a kiss, looking at them. But her mind snagged and she thought back to the advice she had been given about Max. "What size are these?" she asked, noticing that there was no label.

However, as Meg looked closer, she saw two slim strips of material where the label had been, before it was obviously cut off.

"Why have you taken the size label away?" she asked Max inquisitively.

"I always take that off," Max smiled, leaning in to Meg and kissing her. "I don't want you being scratched by it," he explained. "Not this beautiful skin of yours," he marvelled, stroking the sexy part of her back, just above her ass.

Max did always know exactly how to touch her. It was as if his fingers were somehow the most stimulating things on earth.

"Now, come sit down. I've made your favourite for dinner," he offered, taking her hand and leading her to the lounge.

Meg couldn't swallow her concerns as she sat there, stuffed on the couch. She had fallen asleep watching TV as usual, whilst Max went off to the gym. She looked at her watch. Max probably wouldn't be home for another half an hour at least. He'd most likely pick up some donuts or something on the way home as well, as he usually did; it was just as well tonight, considering how peckish for something sweet she felt.

Meg looked down at herself, her overfed, soft tummy starting to sit in her lap, the fat spreading like a tire around her middle and creating two full rolls before her softening, enlarged breasts took over further north. Her thick, chubby thighs looked ginormous as she sat there in only her new underwear from Max; fully fed and serviced before he left her sitting in front of the TV.

She stood up and held her new panties, fearing that they may slide off they were so big. Clutching her aching stomach, she trotted upstairs, feeling bloated and sluggish. Max had been off work today and had been busy clearing out their shared closet again. He bought Meg so much stuff, that space for it all was a frequent problem.

Grunting with discomfort, Meg managed to sit herself down next to the bag to see what Max was giving away. She pulled out the items one-by-one, noting that every single one was hers. Some of them she had only worn a handful of times.

Inquisitively, she searched for the labels on each; noting, just as Max had said, that every one had been cut off. However, Meg then came to a pair of pants where the size was printed on the inside waistband. Meg studied it carefully, realising that it had been covered over with a permanent marker. It was now completely unreadable. Had Max done that? Had he done it on purpose?

Meg started to wonder just how much she was weighing these days. She used to have scales in the house, but she hadn't seen them anywhere in such a long time. She realised that she had been slowly putting on weight for months, with no real clue of how much she actually weighed these days.

"I know we've only been together for fourteen months," Max began after getting home later. "But I've got you something..."

Meg was close to rolling her eyes. More presents? She wanted answers from Max about the marker pen before she accepted anything else. But Max's tone was so mysterious that she didn't want to jump in just then.

"Do you know what today is?" he asked, sitting Meg on the sofa, whipping off his gym shirt to reveal his pumped, musky body.

"May twelfth?" Meg replied simply, trying not to be distracted by the sight of her shirtless boyfriend.

"No..." Max grinned. "Today is exactly one year since I introduced you to my parents."

Meg smiled. How sweet of him to remember! Max had been so great that night. He took her over there with so much pride and happiness.

"I never introduced my parents to any of the girls I used to date," he confessed. "I knew, right from the start, that you were special. You were the one I wanted to be with forever."

Then, pulling something out from his pocket, he slid down on one knee and held open a ring box. "Will you marry me?" he asked sincerely.

Meg couldn't believe her luck. "Yes!" she shouted, making Max smile widely and stand her up to kiss her.

"I'm the luckiest man in the world!" Max beamed, proudly holding Meg around her thick waistline. "Let's call everyone and tell them!" he shouted, more happy than Meg had ever seen him before.