Megan’s demise

chapter 2

I had been seeing Megan for nearly a month, a few nights a week before we decided to put a label on it. Elijah texted me first about it.

-dude you’re dating megan now? haha man you’re unbelievable. but i can’t say i’m not surprised. i’ve seen the women u like to date

-Yeah, well. I do like my girls thick. And she does everything I want in bed, a total freak.

-i guess i gotta say good job man. i’m still trying to convince ashley to let me stick it up her ass sometime

-Lmao you’re fucking gay but good luck with that

I chuckled, switching my messages to Megan.

-Let’s go to Valentinos tonight. My treat. I’ll pick you up at 8.

-see u then babe ;) xoxoxxo

When I picked her up later that night she was wearing a short tight dress. Since our nights seeing each other I slowly watched her grow, filling out her clothes every time I saw her next.

“Nickyyyy!” Megan climbed into the passenger seat and gave me a sticky kiss on the cheek. “I can’t wait to eat! I’m sooo hungry.” She whined. I couldn’t help but give a lingering gaze at her chubby midriff that bulged as she sat.

“Sit tight Meg, I’ll make sure you’re well fed tonight don’t worry.” I squeezed her thigh and gave it a little shake. She was soft everywhere.

When we got to Valentinos, I could hear Megan’s stomach rumble. It wasn’t just an italian buffet, it was a pretty high class one at that. The smells were downright intoxicating, and seemed to put my fat girlfriend in a trance.

I loaded my plate with salmon and a salad from the bar. I watched Megan’s eager hands dart everywhere, scooping out a bit of everything onto her plate. She didn’t waste any time when she got to our table.

Immediately, like a glutton she started to stuff everything in her mouth. It was piled high with fattening, rich pastas and breads. Butter and cheese coated everything she devoured. She finished eating before I did, even though we both had vastly different quantities of food. Megan went to grab another plate, and then a third. That’s when she started to slow down.

I could tell she was full but simply wanted to eat more, much like the first night when she requested ice cream after sex. She burped loudly, rubbing her stomach.

“More wine, Meg?” I refilled her cup. I had bought a bottle for the table and most of it was emptied in Megan’s stomach. I knew one of the easiest tricks to get her to eat past inhibition was to add a little bit of alcohol or weed to her system.

“Thanks Nicky.” She said, muffled out by the food still in her mouth. Megan looked like a slob sitting next to me, and I loved the attention she always brought to the table. People gave her nasty looks, and then me incredulous looks. How much could she weigh by now? Since we started dating Megan had definitely put on at least 10 pounds.

On her 5’3 body, she looked like she weighed 180. Her belly had begun to start looking more like a potbelly, a result of constant beer and food. It stuck out in display with everything she wore at this point. I couldn’t tell if she was oblivious or just downright in denial.

Megan finished the third plate with a little struggle, laying down her fork after stabbing the last piece of ravioli in her mouth. “That was soo good. Omg Nicky I think I’m in love with this place!” She drained the last of the wine in her cup.

“I’m glad to hear it.” I cupped her cheek from across the table, brushing away a stray breadcrumb. Even Megan’s face had started to round out since we started dating, and I could see her jawline starting to lose shape. I couldn’t wait until she grew a double chin, unable to no longer hide her gluttony.

“I’ll grab you another plate before we head home. You look so damn good in that dress Meg.”

I left and returned to the table with lots of bread rolls and sweet pastries. “Hurry up so I can rip that dress off and fuck you.”

Megan didn’t protest in response. She hurriedly devoured the plate of bread, only making small signs of discomfort in her face. She burped loudly after she cleared her plate. “I’m so stuffed now, fuck!” She rubbed her distended stomach.

As Megan got up her belly had ridden her mini dress up so much I caught a quick glimpse of her plump pussy sandwiching her too tight thong. Megan yanked her dress down, surreptitiously looking around to make sure nobody saw.

We left the restaurant with the waiters looking both disgusted and confused at how she had eaten so much.

I was driving home with one hand up Megan’s dress. She moaned, gripping her seat belt with her hands. “Nicky I need you to fuck me now.”

I cocked an eyebrow. I had been noticing a slight trend lately, with her being the horniest after she had eaten herself sick. Perhaps Megan was getting conditioned to me fucking her senseless after she had eaten copious amounts of food. Or maybe, just maybe she liked the feeling of being stuffed, and seeing herself fatten right in front of me. I secretly hoped for the latter, but settled for the former.

No, there could be no way Megan actually liked it. All of my past ex girlfriends never enjoyed the experience of being tubby, they always dipped once the numbers on the scale brought them back to reality. It was all that I could hope for that Megan remained in blissful ignorance of her increasing weight.

I pulled over into an abandoned lot on the side of the road.

“Get in the backseat. Now.”

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Another month had passed since the night at Valentinos before Megan started acting a little funny. We were hanging out in my bed, watching Netflix on the tv. It was the morning after and I had doordashed Ihop from down the road. She had scarfed down three meals worth at least 4000 calories. I rubbed her stomach appreciatively. Lately her belly was starting to begin to get softer as more layers of fat spread around her body.

“Babe do you think I’m getting fat?” She posed the question cautiously, as if the question had been churning in her mind all day.

I knew the question was going to come at some point, like it always did. I spoke calmly. “No, Meg. Well, to be honest I think Your ass has been getting bigger lately. And your breasts.” I grabbed one of her melons and squeezed the mound of soft fat that rose above her chest. “And I’m definitely not going to complain about these.” I murmured in her ear. I could feel her body relax, and a faint sigh escaped from her syrup stained lips.

I had Megan spooned in front of me and I knew she could feel my dick poke into her lard ass. She wiggled her butt, giggling as my cock grew harder from the cushioned friction.

“I guess I have nothing to worry about.” She flipped her body around so that she was facing me and flashed a bright smile. “I think Jessica has been jealous of me and you lately. Yesterday she said I need to watch my weight or you’ll leave me just like Danny did.” She laughed. “But she’s not the one in a relationship now. Eric broke up with her last week and I think she’s bitter.”

“Exactly.” I cupped her flabby ass in my left hand and gave it a slap. “I wouldn’t mind buying you some more clothes though, if you need it. This ass of yours is overgrowing everything lately and I love it.”

She batted her lashes. “That would be sooo sweet of you Nicky baby! Omg can we please go to the mall today?” She exclaimed, landing a sticky kiss on my cheek.

I took her measurements myself before we left, reassuring her that I wanted to make certain her ass could fit the pants I would buy her as a surprise.

Megan’s ass was 44”, surpassing her stomach that was a bloated 38”. Her tits competed closely with her ass, coming at a close 43”. She had a nice plump hourglass figure that I couldn’t wait to grow.

When we got to the mall I gave Megan $100 for her to spend on whatever she liked at the food court. My parents are pretty wealthy and always gave me their pocket change without question.

While she was distracted, I hit all the plus sized department stores. Judging from her measurements I managed to update her entire wardrobe. It was fun trying to grab the sluttiest outfits I could imagine her in.

I came back to the food court with several full shopping bags worth of clothes. I spotted my girlfriend easily. Megan was sitting at a large table covered in food scraps and wrappers, and it looked like she had just finished eating. Her eyes were shut as if she were in a food coma.

Her stomach had popped a button in her jeans and it looked like they would never fasten again. Her belly rested in her lap and looked extremely full. Megan’s shirt barely left anything to hide, having ridden up nearly to her chest that also looked fit to burst the shirt at any moment.

“Looks like you enjoyed yourself while I was gone.” I patted her tummy, and her eyes opened in surprise.

“Nicky! Oh, I didn’t realize you’d come back already!” She blushed, looking sheepish. “Everything was so good, I just had to try everything from all the stalls you know!” She handed me back a $20 bill. Megan had spent $80 on food just from the court.

“Nah babe, keep it. You can use it in the vending machines at school.” I smiled, swooping down to plant a large kiss on her food stained cheek.

xxx