Chapter 3

I grab food out of the fully stocked kitchen and make a delicious meal for us to share. Off to the side of the kitchen is a table that could seat ten. As I’m placing food on the table, Greg wobbles out to the table and pulls out a chair to sit.

“This smells amazing babe,” he says as he sits down, a smile spreading across his face as he sees all the food. Smiling at his compliment, I sit down next to him and we dive into our small feast of grilled salmon, bbq chicken, roasted butter and herb baby potatoes, parmesan asparagus, ferro, and fresh salad with feta cheese. All of it enough for a family of six. We finish everything on the table, our bellies almost doubling in size with the consumption of everything there.

Carefully, I lean back in my chair and rub my belly just a little, feeling the pressure deep down. I burp accidentally and blush, only to hear Greg do the same, but louder and accompanied by a hiccup. We both look at one another and laugh. “What’s for dessert?” Greg asks, rubbing his belly in small circles with his hand.

“Hmm, I’m not really sure,” I say, looking around the kitchen for inspiration.

“Well,” Greg murmurs, reaching across the table for my hand, “I was hoping I could have you for dessert,” he says, a slow, sexy smile spreading across his face.

I get up out of the chair and lean down into him, resting hand on the table and the other on the top of the chair behind his head. I lean in and kiss his lips gently, biting his lip as I pull away. Gently I rub his belly in small circles, helping the pressure in his belly to redistribute and settle. “Meet me upstairs. By the time you get your fat ass up there, I’ll be ready to give you as much dessert as you want.” I kiss his lips hard this time, feeling the growl he releases in his throat vibrate against my lips.

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Upstairs in the master bathroom, I gaze at myself in the mirror. My body has grown too in the last ten years since meeting Greg, becoming plumper, curvier. My belly has gotten bigger, hanging over the line of my panties, hiding them from view, round and plump. My breasts have grown to be about a DD size, filling my torso out completely. My arms are thicker, my thighs thicker too. My face is fuller, my hair long, falling around my face and down my back in soft waves. My blue eyes sparkle against my fair skin. I’m averaging about 260 pounds these days, plush, but still quite active.

I love how I look, how sexy my curves are, how round and squishy my tummy is, how soft my skin is. Being with him has made me sexy in a way that I never knew I could be. I lean forward over the bathroom vanity, causing my tummy to hang over the sink and push up into my chest. I look at myself in the mirror and notice the flush spread across my face. Damn I'm hot.

Leaning back, I gaze at myself one last time. I’m dressed in a two piece lingerie set, the top being a silky black baby doll top that doesn't quite cover my belly anymore and is tight enough in the chest that it pushes my breasts up, showing off some amazing cleavage. The bottoms consisting of a lacy black thong, showing off my plump ass. I run my fingers through my hair one last time and head out into the bedroom.