Chapter 8

“Getting dressed is so hard in the heat. I need a snack.”

She was wearing her skinny jeans. The flaps were forced wide apart. Her top was clinging to her. Lately she had been getting softer and healthier.

“Are you ready yet?”

“Almost mmmrmmp. I’m still getting dressed.”

She shoved the rest of a chocolate bar in her mouth smearing a bit of it on her cheek. I saw her suck in her now pudgy belly to button her jeans.

“Oooof there.”

She had gotten a bit of chocolate off her belly. It poked out the bottom of her shirt and over her jeans.

“How do I look?”

“You got a little on your face.”

I said this while staring at her soft middle. It wobbled a bit.

“What? Oh.”

She wiped the chocolate off with her hand and ate it.

“Okay ready.”

“You sure you don’t want a jacket?”

“Pffff no. It’s sunny. Come on I’m starving.”

I watched her middle wobble past me. When did she get pudgy? I was only gone for a week. I tried to think back. She had abs before right? Or was that when I slept with my ex for the last time? Fuck thinking of my ex gave me a crazy boner.

“Bryce are you coming?”

“Yup one second I gotta…”

“Oooo someone is horny.”

“Uh yeah but I thought you were hungry.”

“I have time for a quickie.”

She started to crouch down. Oh fuck yes is she finally gonna give me head? This girl never gave me head. I missed it. I thought of my ex when she would wake me up with head. She was always so playful.

I looked down to see she was just taking off her shoes to take off her clothes. This position only served to highlight her mushy middle. Her belly bunched up over her jeans. Those pants were way too tight. She pulled off her shirt or tried to. It got stuck on her softer arms. Her belly wobbled slightly as she struggled to take it off.

“Like what you see?”

I realized I had been staring at her torso. As I moved up to her face I noticed her boobs looked a bit plumper but also less perky. Her face was also rounder.

“Uh huh.”

“Can you unbutton these for me?”

I gulped and went to do so and saw her and felt her belly plop forward a bit more. Any muscle she had was gone. Everything jiggled a bit too much.

Was she getting soft before? Was she ever that in shape? She was blonde and I remember her being crazy thin and with thin girl abs. But what happened?

Last time we had sex she had been slightly softer and it was a nice change from the bony girl I Met. But even then I had thought of my ex.

“What are you waiting for?”

I ate her out feeling her fat graze my forehead. I had to keep thinking of my ex. To think how she tasted, smelled, spoke, felt. I moaned a bit. The way she moved. Her confidence.

I pushed her into doggy.

“Bryce you know I like missionary.”

I growled into her ear.

“Mmmmm someone is an animal today.”

I tried to focus on her bubble butt. But it was getting a little too soft. It was losing its shape. I closed my eyes and thought of her ass. I started getting harder. I swear I could smell her again. I started to moan. I pumped harder.

“Bryce what are you doing I don’t like it like that.”

I didn’t like how she wanted to fuck. But I had to listen. I kept the vision of my ex in my head. The way she screamed during sex, her moans, the way she contorted her body. I was losing my mind thinking of it.

I was fuckinh her how I fucked my ex. Trying to ignore the extra jiggle and lack of noise and then random high pitched squeals.

She stopped me before I got off. I finished into the toilet. I came back out just in time to watch her suck in to button her jeans. We had only been dating a month and a half.