Chapter 10. Honeymoon phase

Over the next few weeks, we settled into a comfortable routine. I worked every weekday, while Kelsey hung out on the beach. In the morning, she'd order a Bottomless Milkshake from Scoopers: one of our specials, $25 upfront but unlimited refills. It'd stay in her hand throughout the day as she sunned herself on the beach or waded in the ocean in her tiny string bikini. Whenever milkshake levels began to drop dangerously low, the busty blonde would come in for a top-up and shamelessly flirt with me as I fulfilled her request. Even though I saw her all the time now, she still left me flustered with each wink, light touch, or cheeky phrase. I was putty in her hands, and I accepted that.

Kelsey's stomach seemed to share the same bottomless quality as her milkshakes. She'd fill herself up in the morning, expanding her tummy with ice cream until it wasn't possible to suck it in anymore. God, I couldn't believe what she was doing to herself. She looked so hot with such a large, round, hard belly on that otherwise athletic body of hers. She'd take it even further at lunch: gorging herself on burgers, fries, fish and chips, and more while still sipping on her milkshake. Usually from mid to late afternoon she'd fall into a food coma, napping on her beach blanket in the shade with a hand lazily rubbing or resting on her packed belly. Whatever she was doing, she'd make sure her activities were in full view from where I was standing.

In the evening, she'd come in one last time to finish off the day with a supersized sundae. She'd work on it as I closed up shop, really making a show of it for me with her exaggerated moans, laboured breathing, and loud complaints about how full she was after such a long, difficult day.

Then would come my favourite part of the day: she'd drive me back to her place, and we'd go at it. For hours and hours, late into the night, I showed her how much I appreciated every inch of her growing body. The next morning, she'd drive me to work and we'd start all over again. Her parents never seemed to be home, and mine didn't seem to mind that I was getting out of the house so much. Weekends, we'd go on foodventures in the city or back to the beach to enjoy it together. I conducted extensive photoshoots of my willing model, documenting her rapid progress.

Before my very eyes, Kelsey's flat and toned abs were being transformed into fluffy, irresistible layers of chub. Her boobs and butt were growing too, and it was a delight to discover each new roll I could squish and grab onto. Her abs were the first thing to go, disappearing under a fabulously squishy fat layer. Then her thighs thickened and her butt took some time to fill out, turning her bikini bottoms to thongs. Her perfectly round cheeks began to jiggle with her every step, forcing me to make a conscious effort not to show I was practically drooling when I walked behind her. One by one, new folds appeared in her softening back and I suppressed the urge to bury my face in each one. Her face rounded out too, and before long she had bigger cheeks and an extra chin that I thought was the cutest thing in the world. Having a round, pudgy belly really suited her, and it was expanding fast due to her frequent stuffings.

When it got too hot, we'd hide away in the air-conditioned sanctuary of Kelsey's place and she'd give me makeovers and makeup tutorials for fun, or we'd just chat and hang out. I was enamored with how easy she was to talk to when she was in the mood for it, how smart she actually was, never mind how artistically talented. I realized quickly how lonely her life really was, and how much pressure she was under from her parents to eventually take over their company. She dismissed my genuine encouragement to pursue her passion for makeup, which I thought was a devastating waste of her talent. It just couldn't be helped. I fell for her faster than a river that was always destined to end in a waterfall. Still, neither of us took the plunge to explicitly define our relationship status.

Kelsey never wore clothes inside, preferring to show off in front of me in the nude. Since it was summer, the only clothing Kelsey typically wore outside in public were alternating pieces from her collection of string bikinis. It was easy for the tops and bottoms to simply be tied looser to fit comfortably around her expanding boobs and waistline. Kelsey didn't seem to pay much attention to the changes to her body, instead remaining wholly absorbed in the joys that filling her belly and being fucked by me brought her. It was astonishing how quickly her lean figure softened into that of a greedy piggy as she gave in to her desires.

Closer to the end of the summer, I decided to surprise her one Saturday morning with a new pair of jean shorts... three sizes up from her old ones.

"Are you sure, hon? These are enormous!" She gawked as I held them out in front of her.

"Just give them a try," I smiled. All those weeks of denial were about to catch up to her.

She stepped into them and pulled them up.

"Damn, these weren't designed for a bitch with a booty," she complained when they wouldn't pull up easily over her butt. Not deterred by this, she jumped around in an attempt to get her blubbery ass into the shorts. She was a sight to behold. Already red in the face and sweating, bouncing around trying to wrestle those shorts into submission. I felt myself getting wetter as I observed how the movement caused her boobs - now reminiscent of ripe cantaloupes in size - to bounce and her flabby belly to jiggle.

"Oh, there's no way in hell these are going to button," Kelsey exclaimed once she did manage to get herself into the shorts. She turned to me.

"Oh my god, I've gotten so fat!" She wailed. "I feel like a whale! Look at me, I'm massive!" She grabbed handfuls of her belly and shook them up and down to emphasize her point.

"I can't even zip these shorts up even a little bit!" She showed me as she tried to pull the shorts together. Yeah, that wasn't happening. Her belly was pushing the shorts open, keeping them unzipped to the maximum. And still, the waistband of the shorts was digging into her, creating a sexy muffin top as her fat spilled over on all sides. Seeing this once-fit girl in distress, now fat and helpless as she failed to accomplish even the simplest task of doing up her jean shorts, was the hottest thing I had ever seen.

"I want a snack," she pouted, "that was a lot of work."

Below, I was hot and pulsing as an idea started to take shape.

"Take a seat on the bed, babe," I told her. "I have just the thing for you."