chapter 3 - beauty

I kept bringing the larger fruit and chocolate pies home every night for the next week, asking if you wanted some cream to complement and counter the richness of the chocolate, which you always emphatically agree to. It was always double/heavy cream, which you obviously enjoyed.

You had grown a chubby little belly by now that you would let me rub and pinch at, if you weren't already! You'd sink your fingers into its softness, maybe give it an affectionate pat.

"What are you thinking about?" I asked.

"How well you take care of me, and how this feels."

Then came the slightly larger pies sizes, and came in flavours like cookies and cream, chocolate and salted caramel…and with 2 full glasses of wine now. You would try to hide cute little burps, and when you couldn’t you feigned horror and exclaimed, “excuse me!”

One night, as we lay in bed having enjoyed each other, you whispered in my ear.

“I love you making fatter…my ass looks amazing!”

“It feels amazing!”

We both giggled uncontrollably as I lightly spanked your fattened ass and we made passionate love all over again.

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You’d reluctantly let yourself expand and go up in 4 work uniform sizes (reluctantly because you felt embarrassed asking again so soon, not because you weren’t enjoying the changes). And now you were examining all the changes in your fattened body in the mirror.

Your body was softer and looked deliciously more inviting. Your hips and ass were undeniably wide now. You had a muffin top and a hanging belly. Thickened thighs, flabby arms, breasts that were testing that poor favourite bra of yours. Rolls of back fat, plump cheeks, a wobbly double chin. You were big and round all over.

“You know what, hun? I think I’m too fat for Alice bands now,” you declared.

I could follow what you were thinking – the thin strand of ribbon contrasted your voluptuous body, making it look even larger. Your frowned at your reflection, until suddenly lighting up.

“I’m going to wear it anyway! After all, I am the sexiest fatty that ever was!”