The growth

Chapter 3 - The Flip

the very next morning

"I want to make you breakfast," Jenny whispered, her voice husky with desire. "But first..." She trailed off, her fingers moving lower, parting Ashley's folds to reveal her swollen, wet entrance. With one long, slow stroke, she pushed inside, feeling Ashley's inner walls clench around her finger.

As she began to thrust gently, she bent down, taking one of Ashley's nipples into her mouth, sucking on it hungrily. Ashley arched her back, moaning in pleasure as the sensations built within her. The feel of Jenny's finger moving inside her, the wet heat of her mouth on her breast, and the smell of fried food wafting through the air all combined to create a heady mix of arousal.

As she neared the brink, the smell of breakfast grew stronger, filling her senses with the promise of another delicious meal. Jenny's fingers were expert, knowing just how to push Ashley over the edge. She felt herself start to shudder, her body tensing as the wave of pleasure washed over her.

The sun streamed through the window, casting a warm light across the room. Ashley glanced at the clock, noting the time with a sigh. They really did need to get going soon. But for now, this felt too good to rush. She pulled back, looking into Jenny's eyes, seeing the love and connection that she felt mirrored there.

With gentle fingers, she smoothed down the covers, revealing two rumpled beds and the crumpled clothes that had been tossed carelessly aside the night before. They both got out of bed, stretching luxuriously as their bodies woke up. Ashley reached for her discarded clothes, pulling on a tight pair of khaki pants that hugged her curves just so. Jenny opted for a pair of comfortable jeans and a loose-fitting sweater, tying it loosely around her waist.

As they dressed, they couldn't help but exchange knowing glances and the occasional sly smile. The air in the room felt charged with the energy of their recent lovemaking, and the scent of breakfast lingered tantalizingly in the air. They moved around each other effortlessly, like they had been doing this dance for years.

Jenny set the table with china plates and fresh linen napkins, carefully arranging the cutlery in the center. The slow cooker sat on the countertop, its aroma wafting through the kitchen, promising a hearty meal. Ashley poured two steaming mugs of coffee and added a splash of cream to each, handing one to Jenny. They sat down at the table, taking sips of their coffee as they watched the sun rise outside the window, casting a warm glow over the neighborhood.

The air in the kitchen was charged with anticipation as they waited for the gammon to finish cooking. They chatted idly about their day, catching up on each other's lives. Jenny mentioned that she had met a new client at work, a woman named Sarah who owned a small bakery downtown. Ashley shared that she had received a promotion at her office and would be taking on more responsibilities.

The gammon finally let out a sizzling sound from the slow cooker, signaling that it was done. Ashley turned off the heat and stirred the contents, releasing a savory aroma into the air. She spooned some of the ham onto a plate and set it in the center of the table, next to a heaping mound of buttery mashed potatoes and a side of steamed vegetables. The presentation was simple but elegant, a testament to their shared love of cooking and hospitality.

They ate in companionable silence, savoring the flavors and textures of the food. Ashley found herself relishing the taste of the gammon, its smoky flavor dancing on her tongue. The mashed potatoes were creamy and rich, the perfect accompaniment to the ham. She glanced up at Jenny, noting the satisfied smile on her face as she chewed.

As she ate, she couldn't help but think about what Jenny had said the night before. "I want to make you fatter," she had murmured, her voice thick with desire. The words echoed in Ashley's mind, sending a shiver down her spine. She couldn't help but feel a newfound appreciation for the fullness in her body, a result not only of their lovemaking but of Jenny's care and attention to her.

She glanced over at Jenny, who was watching her intently, a playful smile tugging at the corner of her lips. "You know," she said between bites, "I never really thought about it that way. Being... bigger." She paused, searching for the right word. "It feels... good."

Jenny nodded, her eyes never leaving Ashley's face. "I know it does. And it's not just about the weight, either. It's about feeling... desired, cherished. Like you're someone's favorite thing." She reached across the table, taking Ashley's hand in hers. The touch sent a warmth spiraling through Ashley's chest.

They finished their meal in companionable silence, each lost in their own thoughts about the possibilities of their newfound relationship. When they were done, they cleared the dishes from the table, taking turns rinsing them off and loading the dishwasher. The kitchen seemed to hum with an undercurrent of energy, as if it were alive with the potential for more.

Ashley found herself drawn to the window, watching the sunlight dance across the yard, the shadows lengthening as the day grew older. She turned to face Jenny, who was standing behind her, hands on her hips. "What are you thinking about?" she asked, her voice soft.

"Oh, just the idea of us, I guess." Ashley replied, looking back out the window. "I mean, here we are, just the two of us. We could do whatever we want." She turned to face Jenny, a mischievous glint in her eye. "And I was thinking... maybe we should take advantage of that."

Jenny grinned, stepping closer. She placed a hand on Ashley's hip, her fingers digging into the soft flesh. "What did you have in mind, my fatty?" she purred.

Ashley felt a thrill run through her at Jenny's words. She glanced around, making sure the door was closed and no one could hear them. "Well," she began, her voice low and sultry, "I was thinking we could... see how many helpings of dessert we can eat."

Jenny's eyes widened with excitement. "Oh, you're on! My favorite part!" She hurried over to the counter, opening the cupboard above the refrigerator. "We've got apple pie, chocolate mousse, and vanilla ice cream. What do you think?"

Ashley's mouth watered at the mention of the desserts. "Oh, chocolate mousse sounds good. But I think we should save that for last. You know, let it really make us fat." She giggled, feeling a thrill of anticipation course through her.

Jenny grinned, stepping closer. She placed a hand on Ashley's hip, her fingers digging into the soft flesh. "What did you have in mind, my fatty?" she purred.

Ashley felt a thrill run through her at Jenny's words. She glanced around, making sure the door was closed and no one could hear them. "Well," she began, her voice low and sultry, "I was thinking we could... see how many helpings of dessert we can eat."

Jenny's eyes widened with excitement. "Oh, you're on! My favorite part!" She hurried over to the counter, opening the cupboard above the refrigerator. "We've got apple pie, chocolate mousse, and vanilla ice cream. What do you think?"

Ashley's mouth watered at the mention of the desserts. "Oh, chocolate mousse sounds good. But I think we should save that for last. You know, let it really make us fat." She giggled, feeling a thrill of anticipation course through her.

Jenny grinned, reaching for two plates from the cupboard. "You're right. We should pace ourselves. We don't want to get too full too fast." She placed a helping of apple pie on each plate, the golden apples nestled in a bed of flaky crust. "Here we go," she said, handing Ashley a plate. "Let's see how many slices we can eat."

Ashley took the plate from Jenny, feeling a thrill of anticipation course through her. She picked up her fork, digging into the warm pie, the sweet aroma filling the air. Each bite seemed to melt in her mouth, the flavors exploding on her tongue. They ate in companionable silence, occasionally stealing glances at each other over their plates. The crust was crispy, the apples tender and flavorful.

As they finished their first slices, Ashley couldn't help but glance down at her body, noticing how her belly protruded further than ever before. The fabric of her shirt strained against her heavy breasts, the buttons threatening to pop off at any moment. She reached for a second helping, feeling a sense of decadence wash over her. Jenny followed suit, her own plate disappearing just as quickly as Ashley's.

The sun dipped lower in the sky, casting a warm, golden glow through the kitchen window. Ashley could feel the fat settling into her cheeks, her hips, her thighs. She savored the sensation, relishing in the knowledge that she and Jenny were both getting fatter by the minute. When they'd finished their second slices, she made her way over to the counter, retrieving the chocolate mousse from the refrigerator.

"Oh, my God," Jenny moaned, her eyes lighting up at the sight of the creamy dessert. "That looks amazing."

Ashley smiled, setting the chocolate mousse on the table in front of her. "I know, right?" She giggled, licking her fingers clean of apple pie crumbs. "But you know what would be even better?"

Jenny's eyes sparkled with excitement. "What?"
"If we ate it together," Ashley said, her voice a sultry whisper. "If we shared every bite, and every spoonful, and just let ourselves get fatter and fatter together."

The words hung in the air between them, heavy with desire and the promise of indulgence. Jenny swallowed hard, her mouth watering. She looked at Ashley, then at the chocolate mousse, and back at Ashley again. "You mean... like we're sharing it?" she asked, her voice trembling slightly.

Ashley nodded, her cheeks flushed with excitement. "Yeah, exactly. We'll take turns spooning it into each other's mouths, and we won't stop until it's all gone." She reached out, her fingers tracing along the edge of the serving dish. "It'll be like we're feeding each other."

Jenny felt a shiver of anticipation run down her spine. "Oh, God, that sounds so hot." She leaned forward, their bodies almost touching now. "I've never done anything like that before."

Ashley smiled reassuringly, her hand moving from the dish to Jenny's, their fingers lacing together. "I know it might feel weird at first, but trust me, it's so much better this way. You don't even realize how much you're eating when you're just enjoying it with someone else." She squeezed Jenny's hand gently. "Besides, we're both here for the same reason, right? To get as fat as we can."

Jenny nodded, swallowing hard. She felt a mixture of nervousness and excitement coursing through her veins. Her heart raced as she gazed into Ashley's eyes, noting the unspoken understanding between them. She leaned in closer, their bodies almost touching now, her breath warm against Ashley's cheek. "Okay," she whispered. "Let's do it."

Ashley's Khaki pants start to get uncomfortably tight around her waist. Belly bulging over the waistband.

She reaches back, tugging at the fabric, trying to loosen the belt a notch. But it's no use. Her stomach is just too big now, her flesh spilling over the confines of her pants. She looks over at Jenny, who is also clearly feeling the discomfort of their tight clothes.

After every spoonful of the chocolate decadence Ashley consumed, her belly is pushing more and more on her tightening Khaki pants button. the sound of the seams and stitches groaning filled the air.

"Oh, God," Jenny moaned, her own belly pressing against her uncomfortable jeans. "I can't take it anymore." She reached down, tugging at the waistband of her pants, but it was no use. The extra weight they'd gained in such a short time was straining the fabric to its limits.

Ashley nodded in agreement. "Me neither. I feel like I'm going to pop a button off any second." She glanced down at her own pants, the button already straining against the pressure of her distended stomach. "Maybe we should find something more comfortable to wear," she suggested, trying to sound casual.

"NO!" Jenny shouted. "It would be much hotter if we keep eating and let the buttons pop off on their own"

Their breath hitched as they continued to eat the rich, chocolate mousse, each spoonful causing their stomachs to stretch the fabric of their pants tighter and tighter. The buttons on their pants began to strain and groan under the pressure, threatening to give way at any moment.

Ashley gasped as she felt the first button pop loose from her pants, the fabric giving way with a tiny tearing sound. She glanced down at the now-gaping hole, her heart racing with excitement. Jenny's eyes widened in response, her own button now clinging to the fabric by the thinnest of threads.

They continued to eat, faster now, their hands shaking as they scooped up the rich, decadent chocolate mousse. The buttons on their pants popped and flew one after another, leaving gaping holes in their formerly neat and tidy attire. Their stomachs ballooned further with each bite, stretching their shirts and blouses to the limit.