Beautiful

Chapter 1 - Beautiful

His hands ran over your bloated stomach, the gentle touch seeming to relieve some of the pain. He smirked, leaning down to kiss it and even if you had wanted to stop him, you didn’t have a chance, weighed down by the sheer amount of food you had consumed.
“Beautiful” He mumbled. “You’ve been getting so big”
You moaned as his hands pressed down on your stomach, the pain of how overstuffed you were nearly too much. He was experienced though, knowing just were to push to relieve some of the pressure and you sighed in relief when a fart forced its way out of you.
Immediately a chocolate was stuffed into your mouth, as he was unwilling to let any new found room in your stomach go to waste. His hands were roaming your body, admiring his work. You shivered as he caressed your thick thighs. At no point in your life could you remember them touching, yet nowadays, after months of him pushing you to your limits, they were firmly pressed together, cellulite covering the once smooth skin and jiggling whenever you moved.
The dimples covering them only continued up to your ass, once round and tight, now soft and losing more and more of its shape. His fingers dug into the soft flesh as he cupped your cheeks. “How I love this fat ass of yours. Remember how bothered you were by all the men staring at your hot little booty? Now you struggle to find pants to squeeze it into. And we’re only just getting started.”
Once more, he moved to your stomach, leaning down and running his tongue over the taut skin. You moaned his name at the cool sensation and he smirked, rubbing soothing circles with his hands. Your ass and your stomach were his biggest achievements, the later most of the time round and hard with how full it was, but on the rare occasions where it wasn’t, like after you had just woken up, still before your first meal, it had formed quite the soft and jiggly potbelly. Those times he loved to come up behind you and wrap his arms around you, grabbing handfuls of your stomach and kneading the soft fat. Always mumbling into your ear how big you were getting and how much more he wanted of you.
Whenever he did that, his hands usually wandered up to your breasts too. Your full and heavy breasts. Once perky and quite average in size, both a perfect handful, they were now growing quite heavy and already starting to lose their battle against gravity. You had no bra that properly fit anymore, they always threatened to spill out at the top, but he loved nothing more than to see you in your too tight clothes that used to fit so well anyway. He liked to grab and squeeze them roughly, telling you they were just gonna get bigger, hang down further, weighed down by the sheer amount of fat stored in them. Your back would probably ache from how heavy they were, but at that point that would be the least of your concerns.
Now though, as he was kneeling in front of you, his tongue ran further up your stomach, to take one of your nipples in his mouth. You arched your back at the unexpected sensation. You raised your head to look down at him, only further accentuating the double chin that had recently formed.
He looked at you, a smile on his face. “You’re so beautiful” He moved further up, pressing a kiss to your lips, moving his hands to your shoulders and down the lengths of your arms, the only body part still left. Even they were getting soft, you had only recently noticed how they were jiggling when you waved after him as he had left for work in the morning. “So big and beautiful.”
Once more, did he wander down, his hands caressing your thighs, before once disappeared between them. You both moaned when his fingers met the wetness between your legs. “And you’re so fucking into it too.”
You had once been so hot, to others, men staring at you when you entered a room. That was long ago, before you had met him, and that body was now long gone. The only reason people stared at you now was because of your ill-fitting clothes that you were practically spilling out of. But to him you were the epitome of sex appeal and you only continued down that road with each pound you gained. “I can’t wait for you to get even bigger.” And neither could you.