chapter 2

Neither of us worked on Sunday, so I took her to mall. She was wearing leggings and a t-shirt that I imagine was big on her once upon a time, but now clinged to her oily skin like saren wrap, even riding up a little at the bottom. The legging left nothing to the imagination, unlike the black dockers she wore with her uniform. I hadn’t realized just how big her ass had gotten until then. Wobbling as her hips swayed up and down, pillowy thighs touching in the middle. I tried to walk behind her as often as I could to get a better look, but she had grown physically slow, so trying to pace myself to always be in the rear was damn near impossible.

She took me to her favorite store, a trendy spot with half naked models working the counter. Once I realized the kind of place it was, I tried to divert her somewhere else, but she was insistent. I started to sweat, fearing that my plan might crumble right then and there. I noticed the employees and other shoppers glaring at Sasha as she clearly didn’t belong. None of these clothes were going to fit her and everyone knew it except her. Somewhat cognizant of her own state, she grabbed the biggest pair of jeans they had (a size 8) off the rack and took it to the changing room. I stood outside the curtain, holding her purse until she called me for help.

Right there in front of me was Sasha, red faced, pulling with all her might at the belt loops as she tried to get the jeans over her thickened thighs. She asked if I could help her squeeze into them and I jumped at the chance. Getting behind her and pulling as hard as I could as she jumped and jostled, repeatedly slamming her fat ass into my crotch, I desperately tried to keep my composure, but a man can only take so much. The jeans didn’t budge, leaving her ass barely covered by a thin pair of panties as it grinded up against me in all it’s untoned glory. Before I knew it, I was rock hard and my own pants were doing a poor job of concealing it. With one jump, it practically slid between her buttcheeks and she paused, my cover blown.

Without turning to look at me, she said “Is that what I think it is?”

Horrified, I tried desperately tried to deny it. She responded with a chuckle and a sly smile.

“So you still think I’m sexy, huh? Good to know. How about we get out of her so I can take care of that for you?”

She didn’t need to tell me twice. We were out the door in seconds and back at my car where we started making out. She unbuttoned my pants in the backseat and sucked me off with all the skill of someone who’s been gobbling down high quantities of food nonstop for months.

We never did end up going shopping, but I gave her some money and she came back to the office with a new outfit. A crop top, showing off the big roll of her belly and some work out shorts that barely covered her ass and left her cellulite-dimpled thighs on full display. She provocatively moved around the office, getting a thrill out of my arousal. Despite not knowing why I found her so attractive, she went to work teasing me with her eating, as it was the main thing she could do. Seductively munching through her lunch, moaning with every bit. After yet another stuffing, she asked if I could rub her belly while she laid on the futon. She had undressed at this point to get more “comfortable”. In nothing but her bra and panties on, I saw just how plump she was. I rubbed her growing gut, fingers tracing across her stretch marks. By the way she reacted, I assumed she hadn’t felt a man’s touch in quite some time. Probably since we started eating lunch together. Most guys don’t exactly swipe right on filthy plumpers. Her ham-like thighs rustling against each other as her body begged for more than just a belly rub. And I was more than happy to give her what she wanted.