Chapter 6 - Temptation

The hunt for the dress was short but interesting. Rachel went with her mates to a bridal shop specialised in plus sized brides and found the perfect dress for her. She was thoroughly measured and a dress was order to her exact measurements. That sounds like a feeder wet dream and I would have killed to be there to see it.

Then they went to a regular shop to get the bridesmaid's dresses as they were all quite thin, and afterwards they went out for some food and drinks.

The next morning, I surprised a quite hungover Rachel with a big brunch full of bacon, sausages, harsh browns and other very greasy goodies. She inhaled the whole thing and drank a really fattening milkshake, afterwards with both her hands resting on her distended belly she told me that she ought to be careful with her diet as she was told in the bridal shop that even though they will do some final adjustments 3 weeks before the wedding, she would have to remain pretty much the same size, as the dress was tailored to fit her body.
This turned me on that much that we fucked there on the spot. I threw her pijamas away and I fucked her fat pussy into oblivion while grabbing that big swollen belly, spreading grease like it was oil all over her creases and stretch marks.

Now, you can definitely call me a hypocrite, but the idea of fattening her up in the 7 months until the final fitting of the dress and seeing her fat pouring through the seems of the dress and pressing against the fabric was driving me insane.
Of course, this would defeat the purpose of the wedding and cause a severe headache on regards of not having a dress only days before the big day.

Nevertheless, the temptation was always there, lurking beneath the surface and moving my hand to cook fattening meals and order take out. To see her figure expand again, to enjoy new and red stretch marks and to fantasize with the numbers climbing up on the scale.

What do you think? Did I fall into temptation or did I manage to ignore my utmost desires?