chapter 4

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Eric tried to clasp the buttons on his shirt but it was no use. No matter how much he sucked in, the buttons would not close. He tossed the shirt to the side angrily.

It was his company’s Thanksgiving Pot Luck and he wanted to make a good impression with his bosses by bringing Maria around for the first time. He hadn’t counted on the fact that NONE of his nice non-work clothes fit. At all.

Eric looked in the mirror and was genuinely surprised by what he saw. He had definitely put on weight, and a good amount. He saw his belly bulge over the waistband of his tight boxer shorts, how his chest had inflated a bit and his pecs were starting to sag, and how his face had gotten so puffy that he almost had a double chin. He lifted up his stomach and dropped it, shocked to see it jiggle for so long afterwards.

“I’ve gotten fat, haven’t I” he asked himself.

He had indeed, for if he had gotten on a scale, he’d have seen that the familiar 203 that had shown up before he met Maria was now at 249. It was why he was wearing all snug xl clothing to work and a size 40 inch waist. His dress clothes however had not been updated since the spring and he couldn’t get them on.

“Hun, isn’t your party at 7?”

He turned to see Maria before him, looking stunning in a black dress that accentuated all of her curves. Her breasts were sticking out more than ever and he felt himself grow stiff, almost taking him away from the problems with his clothes. However, he looked back down to see his swollen stomach.

“It is, but I don’t think I’m going.”

He felt Maria put her arm on his back and nearly lost it.

“What’s the matter?”

“I don’t have any good clothes to wear, I um, well. I think I’ve outgrown them all.”

He pointed at the stack of shirts on the bed and pouted.

“Babe, I think I’m getting fat” he said, poking his stomach once more, watching as it jiggled.

“Hun, you aren’t getting fat. It’s the holidays, remember? Most people put on a few during them.”

Eric heard what she was saying, but something still didn’t seem right. Sure, he had been snacking more at work due to all the treats being brought in and they had already gone to his mother’s for an early Thanksgiving, but he felt like this was not just a recent thing.

“Maybe that’s true but I don’t think it’s only a few babe. I couldn’t even button the shirt you gave me last Christmas!”

He picked up the Ralph Lauren button down that was a large and one that had fit him well only ten months earlier.

“So? You put on weight for the holidays. Plus, some is probably relationship weight. I mean, that’s been my issue you know.”

Maria stepped back to let her boyfriend get a good look at her. It was true, while not even chubby, Maria had grown more voluptuous during the year plus relationship. Her breasts appeared fuller than before and her stomach, which had never been firm but was somewhat flat, was pressed firmly against her dress, clearly not having been that way when she bought it. Her hips had widened a bit as well and her butt was much softer.

“I’m probably up at least one size since we started dating. But, I haven’t heard you complain about that, now have I? So don’t worry about it hun. You’re fine.”

Maria reached around and grabbed Eric’s plump ass with both hands. He shuddered a bit and his dick began to peak out from the opening in the front of his boxers. The sexy Italian woman giggled.

“I guess we’re not going to this party” she said before reaching down to grab his cock.

“Oh, I guess not” he said before pulling her close and giving her a big kiss before taking her to the bed.

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Maria pulled the lasagna from the oven and placed it on two potholders on top of the stove. She added a dash of parmesan cheese to the top and grabbed her glass of wine.

“Another fine dinner, if I do say so myself” she said while taking a sip.

Eric was in the guest bedroom where he kept his stash of clothes whenever he was staying over and, after tossing his work clothes aside, picked up some of his comfortable clothes to eat dinner. He took out the new sweat pants Maria had gotten him for Christmas and undid the string, which he previously had to tie to the maximum to keep them up before donning a baggy shirt and heading downstairs.

“Ah, smells good babe.”

He kissed her on the cheek and rubbed his hands together in anticipation of the meal.

“Glad you think so. I made a good amount so we’ll have leftovers.”

The couple sat down and began eating, Eric eating like he had never eaten before. As expected, the food was marvelous and he had to admit that the young Italian woman was the best cook he had ever met in his life, rivaling some of the restaurants he used to love going to. And the places by his college were rated some of the best in the country so for him to say this meant a lot.

“So, babe. I think we need to have a talk.”

Eric paused from his gluttony to look at her, his face distraught. Was she going to go after him about his weight? He knew he had probably put on more but he thought she did not mind.

“If, if it’s about my weight, I told you I’d get the gym membership after I get my bonus at the end of this month! They just pay us out after February because reasons!”

He stopped eating and pushed the plate to the center of the table as if to say he was done. Maria laughed.

“Oh stop, you know it’s not that. I wanted to ask you, well, it’s been about a year and a half of us dating, and I know your lease expires soon so I wanted to see if you wanted to move in here with me. I have all this space and you’re here almost every night anyway, I figured it’d be better for us both.”

Eric was floored. He had been so worried and for no reason. He felt like an idiot, and an even bigger one when he reached to the center of the table to pull his plate back.

“Yes, yes I’d love to live with you Maria. I love you and want to spend as much time with you as I can.”

He reached for her hand and she took it before cupping it with her other. He smiled as he watched the rose tattoo contract as she stroked his hand.

“I’m so happy. Well, for two reasons. One, because I’m looking forward to living with you, and two, well, I made a triple layer chocolate cake for dessert and if you said no, I’d have to eat it all by myself.”

They both laughed.

“Don’t worry, I can help you.”

Maria smiled before putting on her cute face as if she was going to ask for something. Eric knew she was about to.

“Do, well, do you think maybe we can have some of that cake, in the bed? You know chocolate gets me hot.”

She put a finger to her lips and tried being seductive. He smiled.

“If that cake is going to get you wet, then I guess we better bring it in there. Want you wetter than Japan after a tsunami, roomie.”

He laughed again, though she wasn’t too impressed with the joke. He wasn’t the funniest guy, thankfully that wasn’t why she was dating him.

“We definitely need to work on your humor and your foreplay cause that was god awful.”

She shook her head and poured another glass of wine before taking a forkful of food for herself.

“My bad.”

“It’s good that your so cute, thoughtful and honestly fantastic in bed cause your humor leaves a lot to be desired, ha-ha.”

They both chuckled at this and resumed eating dinner.