chapter 1- happy anniversary babe part 2

“These should be fine.” Claire reassured herself, as she began squeezing herself into the pants. She normally avoided such tight clothes, but Paul always went gaga when she slipped into a tight pair of jeans. It was a smooth process until she reached her mid thighs, that’s when the material really began to squeeze tightly against Claire’s plump legs. As the familiar feeling of worry began to encroach on Claire’s state of mind, she tried to bargain with the pesky article of clothing, “Please.. Please fit.. If you fit, I swear I’ll wear you all the time, I promise!”

“Ugh! Come on!” Claire grunted, as she forcefully tugged the back of her jeans up her chunky butt. Her whole fleshy body was jiggling as she struggled. It was an unwelcome reminder of just how much she’d let herself go. As her motions became more desperate, the material around her butt seemed to grow more stubborn in its refusal to clothe her bare behind. Claire was beginning to lose her breath just as fast as she was losing hope, “I can’t *pant* do it.. I’m too big.. Why do I have to *wheeze* have the fattest ass in the whole freaking world!?”

“Ugh! Uhh! *Pant!* Oh-my god.. Oh my god.. No..” Claire gasped, as she realized her efforts were in vein. Pausing to catch her breath, Clair grunted, “I can’t wear these.”

“I got fatter. I had too. I’ve gotten fatter. It’s not even funny. My ass deserves its own fucking zip code! I’m definitely not wearing these jeans..” Claire rambled, as she ran her hands through her long dark hair in exacerbation.

“I’m so over this.” Claire spat, as she wiggled herself out of the jeans and kicked them against the far wall in frustration. She went back to the drawer and quickly grabbed the pair of jeggings.

“These stretch. They’ll just slide right up my legs. They have to fit..” Claire hoped, as she plopped onto her boyfriend’s bed and began the process of draping her legs into her jeggings. All the while she was tugging the stretchy material down past her knees and toward her thighs, Claire continued to mutter, “They have to fit. They have to.. Come on.. come on, come on!”

There was a lot of resistance around her legs, but the downward angle she was tugging from provided her the leverage to fully cover her meaty thighs. Her butt was the next obstacle, but the stretchy pants seemed much more spacious in covering her generously sized ass. After a few notable and forceful tugs, Claire let out a sigh of relief, “Ahh! Yes!”

Sitting upward, Claire’s eyes widened, as she saw her belly completely block her view of the pant’s button. Using her hands to find each side of the pants, she blindly tugged them together in an effort to bind them, but there was a problem. Either the elastic nature of the pants was not stretchy enough, or Claire’s gut was just too big to contain.. Claire was less than pleased, but she still had hope while she sucked in her stomach, as much as she could, and tried buttoning them one last time, “Ugh! Maybe not so perfect, but I can *Grunt!* still do this!”

“Oh no..” Claire gasped, as her doughy stomach resumed its fully bulgy shape after she took her next breath. Her tummy was too big.

Looking at her dress in Paul’s dresser. Claire sighed, knowing it was the only option she had left..

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45 minutes later..
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Paul could see the wheel’s turning in his girlfriend’s pretty face. The waiter had asked a simple question: ‘What did she want to eat for dinner?’ And it seemed Claire was paralyzed by the thought of responding. Paul had kindly asked the waiter for a few more minutes for her to decide and the waiter left the table rather promptly after politely inviting Claire to take all the time she needed.

There was a silence at the table while Claire stared at the menu and Paul stared at her. To put it simply, in Paul’s eyes she looked divine. Her long dark hair fell flawlessly across the side of her face and down across her back. Her mellow green eyes meshed perfectly with the bright red lipstick she wore across her lovely lips. However, her alluring face was not the only part of her that was beyond attractive tonight.

His well-fed girlfriend had resorting to clothing herself in a stretchy but tight-fitting, off-the-shoulder red mini-dress. The old garment fit well across Claire’s chest, highlighting her perky and pert bust. However, it appeared highly stretched across her chubby tummy as she sat down, in particular, there was a stylish and narrow, black belt that cut across her flabby midsection just above her belly button and produced two very appealing mounds of fat while she sat. It looked like she’d buckled the belt three notches deep, Paul’s mind wondered if she’d be able to keep it that tight as she stuffed her face with rich Italian cuisine tonight.

While the table obscured his view of his girlfriend’s most physically attractive feature, it was still obvious Claire had a rather hefty booty. Standing next to each other back to back, Paul was only about an inch taller than his 5’7 girlfriend, yet sitting down, she always seemed to tower above him. Now a prudent person might attribute this to Paul’s mediocre posture, but Paul knew better. The beefy butt cushioning his girlfriend had jutting out behind her elevated her upward whenever she was in a seated position.

He knew he was right because he’d eyed her butt rather meticulously before they’d arrived at the restaurant. It had grown too big for her mini dress. Claire had to constantly tug the material down to avoid exposing her special pair of Victoria’s secret underwear she saved for special occasions. He couldn’t wait to get his hands on his growing girl after she ate a big meal. It truly would be a perfect night, a perfect one-year anniversary.