Chapter 7 - amy's tale

Matt had been all over Amy as they fell into the door. Most of Amy's large and blubbery backside was still exposed and once the door was shut, she allowed Matt to finally pull down the rest of her pants. She ripped her other clothes off her body and permitted her horny husband to worship her body, as she back-stepped into their bedroom and collapsed on the bed, spreading her legs for Matt to pleasure her.

An hour later, Amy was still relaxing in the bed whilst Matt buzzed around, packing away the groceries. She smiled as he came in carrying a tub of ice cream that he had left melt for a little while so that it was easier for her to eat.

"Salted caramel..." he teased, sliding it under Amy's nose. "You're favourite."

Amy took the tub but didn't begin eating right away. Meanwhile, Matt had stripped himself down to only his underwear, ready to enjoy the show of Amy devouring the entirety of the ice cream for him.

It was then that Amy decided to discuss what had happened earlier. "You know how you like me...fatter?" she began, climbing on top to sit on Matt's lap as he sat up against the headboard. She was now straddling him in just the way that he liked. She needed him on side for what was coming next.

Matt nodded, cupping Amy's growing love handles with his hands. He bit his bottom lip. "Hell yes!" he nodded, pinching the fresh fat.

"We need to talk about this kink of yours," Amy continued. "It's a little out of control don't you think?"

Matt's stares were fixated on Amy's stomach. "I wouldn't say so," he replied, his eyes misting over with lust.

"But what would happen...?" Amy asked, sitting on Matt's lap and holding his hands up to the headboard so that he had to listen to her; really listen. "What would happen if I just continued to gain weight like this?" She wanted Matt to consider it carefully. As fun as she found all this, it couldn't go on forever. "Just imagine it!" she implored. "My ass getting so big that I couldn't sit in regular chairs; my fat belly hanging down like an apron. I've already got breasts the size of soccer balls; what do you think will happen if they keep on swelling up like this? I'm going to be too fat to do anything if we carry on this way! We'd have to leave this apartment, because I couldn't handle those stairs every day. And can you imagine how annoying it would get if you had to put my socks on for me all the time? You know how hard I'm finding that already!" she emphasised to her boyfriend, taking a couple of spoons of the ice cream. "Please, just imagine it! Me wearing one of those tent-like dresses and waddling like a hippo with an ass that's even fatter than this..."

Matt's eyes seemed to rock back into his head as he considered the thought. His breathing was suddenly heavier. Amy held Matt's hands up still, looking deeply into his eyes as she heard Matt grunt.

She was already too late. She felt a warm moistness spread over her flabby stomach as Matt orgasmed over the image in his head.

What on earth was she going to do? The cautionary tale hadn't worked. Matt didn't worry about Amy getting too fat - he wanted her to!