Chapter 5 - not a chance

Anna didn’t speak of her weight over the coming days. Bill saw her trying to hold back a little, even managing to tear herself away from his massive gut in order to go to the gym one evening. But whatever she did, Bill shrugged, knowing that Anna was simply delaying the inevitable. No woman could date him and stay thin for too long.

“Having some trouble there?” Bill asked, walking back into the bedroom with a tray of breakfast food and watching Anna sucking in as she tried to button up her work pants.

“No…” Anna panted back, turning her back and bending over sharply, trying her best to get the clasp to meet as soon as possible.

Bill chuckled. “I love this part,” he smiled, placing the tray down on the bed and walking over to Anna, who had stopped what she was doing; too embarrassed to even continue trying to button her pants in front of him. He slipped his hand down and read the label sticking out of the back of the pants. “What are you doing trying to get into these?” he laughed. “They were always skin-tight on you anyway!”

“Well, I went to the gym a couple of times this week,” Anna mumbled. “I thought they might fit a bit better by now.”

Bill laughed, he couldn’t help himself. “Oh Anna!” he sang, stooping down to kiss her lovingly. “That’s not going to work!” he chuckled. “You’ve got to say goodbye to these pants I’m afraid…”

With that, he began tugging them down to the floor; not an easy task with how much they clung to Anna’s thicker thighs. Finally, the material fell around Anna’s feet and the sexy girl stepped out of them with a look of dejection written across her face. Bill simply had to kiss her again.

“Come over here…” Bill whispered, shuffling Anna along a little so that she was standing in front of the large mirror. “You want to know how I knew those pants wouldn’t fit?” he asked, pointing at Anna’s reflection in the mirror. “It’s because even your underwear doesn’t fit quite right these days…” he smiled, sliding his appreciative hand over the plumped-up glutes. “See…” he whispered, carefully refitting her panties a little better over her plumper butt cheeks, taking them away from where they were starting to slide into Anna’s crack; as if her enlarged rear was trying to eat them up. “…Can you see how they don’t fully cover your butt anymore?” he teased.

Anna scowled at the sight in front of her. “My ass is too big for them,” she grumbled in agreement; twisting and turning in the mirror, as if a new angle might make her butt appear smaller somehow.

“Yeah… it really is…” Bill nodded, taking the cue to slide her underwear down and onto the floor, where Anna stepped out of them. “What you need…” he began, grunting as he bent down to the drawer underneath the bed and sliding it open, “...is…something like these…”

Bill pulled out what he was looking for, seeing Anna’s eyes light up with shock and delight. “I can’t believe it!” she gasped. “Are they really what I think they are?”