Chapter 4 - passion

Weeks went by with Matt's rampant lust consuming entire evenings. As soon as Amy got home after work, Matt would start his tactics to get Amy into a good mood; flowers were bought, treats were given, food was prepared. He was even heading to the gym during his lunch breaks to ensure that he looked in top shape for her. Matt knew that Amy could not resist his toned stomach and bulging biceps, but sometimes even Amy had to take a night off just to stay sane; even with how much pampering and kindness Matt was showing her.

"Damn! I love your ass in those pants," Matt approved as Amy dressed for work one morning.

Amy sucked in and pulled at the material to get it around her. She'd put on weight, no doubt about it. Her ass was pressing up against the fabric, turning Matt on even more than usual as he could see every inch of it, even when Amy was dressed. Her thighs had ballooned and her breasts had expanded to their largest ever size, but so had the small, buttery looking stomach underneath. "I need to go on a diet," she grumbled, slightly out of breath from the effort of getting her pants on.

"No way!" Matt smiled, slipping his hands onto Amy's hips and leaning in to kiss her. "You're perfect!"

Amy carried herself off to work on her blubbery legs, feeling her big rump bouncing along behind her. Even despite her fuller shape, she couldn't help feeling like the sexiest woman alive, having appreciative Matt to come home to every night.

One evening, Amy was still dressed in her work pants as she finished eating her large meal, prepared by Matt. With Matt having been working out more in the gym recently, he was walking around shirtless, flexing his six-pack for her and getting her very much in the mood.

Amy stood up after finishing her meal and was about to head upstairs when she dropped her cell phone on the floor. She bent to pick it up, hearing a large tear in her rump and a dramatic release of pressure. She reached around and grabbed her ass, feeling the tear running a few inches along her crack. She looked at Matt, who seemed utterly speechless at the sight.

"Damn!" she grumbled, wondering how bad it looked. "I only bought these a month ago!"

Matt walked over and felt the damage, still speechless. "Oh my..." he breathed, running his finger along the tear. "...Your sexy ass is... getting even bigger, isn't it?" he mumbled to himself. But just as Amy was about to reply in dismay, she felt Matt's hands grab the material of each side of the tear and yank them both apart. The tear spread and Amy yelled with surprise, asking him what he was doing. But Matt just stared at Amy's exposed panties, his mind fixated. "It's getting fatter," he breathed.

Amy felt herself being pushed up against the table, her ass up and presented to Matt. She quite liked the kinky position, even if Matt was acting a bit weird. She felt her ass being tapped and prodded, with Matt laughing happily as he watched small ripples of fat flood through her butt. Then he turned her around and kissed her passionately whilst slowly lowering her down onto the table top.

Matt picked up Amy's legs and slid her further up the table top, ignoring the plates that were getting dangerously close to the edge as he did so. Holding her blubbery thighs over his strong shoulders, Matt began to tear the material of her pants further and slid Amy's panties to the side so that he could slip his tongue down in her crotch and warm her up.

Lying on the table, Amy looked on smugly as she watched her husband try to unzip his own pants with too much haste and getting frustrated as his zipper stuck. The hunky man looked like he might explode if he did not have her here, right now! She thought about how much she loved discovering new sides to Matt's personality; especially this new dominant streak that had emerged recently.

Matt slipped inside Amy with ease, holding her legs up at his side as he stood over her on the table. Amy felt the fat in her lardy thighs rocking as her insatiable husband built up speed. She felt her blouse being pulled up as Matt wanted to watch the new pounds ripple into her spreading tummy fat and Amy heard him sigh with pleasure as he saw it.

Within no time, Matt was panting and bringing them both to a climax. Amy could hardly help herself, moaning with pleasure despite the paper-thin walls between their apartment and next-door.

"Did you enjoy that?" Amy asked as she was finally helped to pull herself off the surface of the table a few moments later. Somehow she felt incredibly pleased with herself, even if she didn't have any work pants for tomorrow now.

Matt was still panting to recover, his toned body drenched in sweat. He nodded and swallowed as if he needed a drink. "That was the best sex ever..." he finally got out.