Chapter 4

*Reader Notice: Sex scene within*

Andrea groaned as she tried to roll herself out of bed. With a grunt, she pushed up against the soft mattress, but her overwhelming size pinned her down. Her enormous belly, now larger than an at-term pregnant woman’s, weighed heavily on her. Her hands felt damp with sweat as she clawed at the comforter beneath her, tugging it free from her body in a heap.

She paused, feeling a strange mix of frustration and exhaustion. A few months ago, her morning routine didn't involve this much struggle. Her days used to be simple, revolving around exercise, nutrition, and schoolwork. Now, her life was a constant battle to understand what was happening to her body.

"Morning, sunshine!" Adam popped his head into her room, and his gaze dropped to her stomach. "Wow, you've really grown," he said, barely managing to suppress a grin.

That was an understatement. Andrea's hips measured as wide as a car tire and her belly was a vast, round dome. The clothes she used to wear no longer fit and she had taken to wearing loose, flowy dresses to best hide her transformation.

She scowled at him. "Yeah, real funny, Adam. You think?” She shot back. “I feel like I can barely fit through doorways anymore. How am I supposed to climb stairs? Work out? Hell, even eating on my own has become a challenge!” She unhappily reflects to the last few nights where Adam has fed her dessert, sometimes some of her dinner as she struggled to reach the table. Although uncomfortable with his help, she felt grateful for the support—and couldn't help but notice his caring gaze. Was there something more there? Was their friendship transforming into something deeper?

Fighting to spin her legs off her bed, she swung them over the side, finally planting her feet on the cool wooden floorboards. "I need to see a doctor," she mumbled to herself, brushing loose strands away from her damp forehead.

Walking slowly to her vanity mirror, she studied her reflection.

Her face wore a mask of concern that deepened as she let her gaze drift down her neck, over her swollen chest, massive belly, and the swell of her thighs.

"You've really been overdoing it," Adam observed, appearing reluctant to break the fragile silence in Andrea's room. "Are you sure you want to go to the doctor?" Adam inquired, now standing in the doorway.

"Of course I need to!" She huffed in frustration. "Something's wrong with me, and I need answers. Just look at this!” Andrea shouted as she grabbed both sides of her heavy belly and then turned and wiggled her larger ass.

"Look at me, Adam! I'm gaining weight at an alarming rate, and you know it!" She paused briefly before continuing. "My skin feels too tight, like it could burst any moment now. I'm always hungry. And despite the countless sweets, meals, and snacks, I'm never satisfied. It's like I'm constantly in a battle against my own body, and I'm losing—badly! I need help, Adam. Someone needs to figure out what's happening."

Adam turned red at the erotic sight before him. “The best I can do is offer to try to satisfy your hunger with more food and take on the unholy task of motioning your body. Boys and boobs, remember?” He lightly offered.

She rolled her eyes, suppressing a grin as she shook her head. ”No, you inappropriate dunder. I’m serious. I need to have a doctor examine me. Help me understand what’s happening. And I need you to not fantasize over my body while I say this.”

The thought of Adam lusting for her giant belly and curvalicious figure was odd, and Andrea was uncertain how to react to that. She flopped back onto her bed impatiently, her belly rising and falling with each breath.

Her thighs spread as she settled on the mattress, causing her dress to tug and inch upward. Her skin, stretched to its limits, was gleaming with sweat.

Adam hesitated for a moment before taking a tentative step into the room. He regained his composure, placed an hand on her large middle, and then murmured, "Andie, I know you're concerned. I’m here to help with whatever you need.” Adam said soothingly, as he placed a gentle hand on Andrea’s shoulder. "We'll fix this, together." He meant *most* of what he said and later that day he prepared a breakfast feast to help her gain strength.

Adam, brought tray after tray into Andrea's room. Andrea, however, could barely fathom finishing the first tray. “Do you really think more food really the answer right now?” She asked. Exasperation was evident in her voice. However, the idea of more food tempted Andrea. She felt her stomach growl in agony, even though she hadn't eaten anything yet.

Adam paused, thinking, "How can I reassure Andrea and not alarm her?" Sitting beside her, he held her plump hand. His mind raced about how she got into this mess and if the knowledge would further burden her luscious body.

"Look, I understand this situation with your body is alarming, and I'm just trying to help." The words barely left his lips when he noticed her gaze on him. It was a look that sent passion rushing through him and made him forget about her predicament for a moment. He leaned forward, grazing her cheek with his lips.

Andrea's heart raced at the unexpected contact; she closed her eyes and trembled.

She leaned closer, her breasts brushing against his arm. A shiver of pleasure ran down his spine, making him even harder.

Her eyes met his, searching for comfort and warmth. But what they found was something deeper- desire.

He swallowed hard and asked, "Andi, are you sure about this?" She chuckled softly, biting her lip, and nodded.

Her breath hitched; she licked her bottom lip and nodded once more, decisively.

Adam held himself back, searching her eyes one last time. He leaned in, tenderly brushing her lips with his. She tasted like sweet coffee and fresh pineapple; her mouth was warm, her tongue playful.

Slowly, their kiss deepened. Her hands wandered down his back, tracing the curve of his spine, resting on the waistband of his pants. She tugged them down, her cool fingertips grazing his skin.

He shivered, letting out a soft moan, as her nimble fingers teasingly wrapped around his hard length.

Her grip tightened, her palm sliding along his shaft. A gasp of pleasure escaped her lips as she felt him throb beneath her. He leaned back, giving into the raw sensation of her touch.

His hands wandered up her sides, feeling her heat through the thin fabric of her dress. The material was damp with sweat, the cool air causing her skin to pebble with goosebumps.

Adam's eyes widened with desire as he slipped her dress up and over her massive, heaving breasts. A thin layer of fabric remained between them, clinging to the curve of her hips.

"Fuck, Andrea," Adam whispered, resistance now shattered. He leaned down, taking her large, hard nipple into his mouth, sucking and teasing through the fabric. His hand dipped beneath her dress, fingers slipping between her thighs. The heat radiating from her sex made his heart race.

Her back arched as her fingers threaded through his hair, pulling him closer.

"Goddammit, Adam," Andrea growled. Her patience had been exhausted even before her body began to inflate. Now, as he tongued her erect nipple, it shattered completely. "Fuck me, dammit. Make all this weight worthwhile!”

Without hesitation, Adam complied, using one hand to fondle and knead one swollen breast while his lips paid homage to the other. His hips ground against her thigh, his erection sliding alongside her warm flesh.

She moaned, inciting him to position himself for entry.

Teasingly, she withheld herself, tightening her legs around his narrow waist, pulling him in. Then, she relaxed her thighs, allowing him access. He entered her in one swift, smooth movement, his eyes never leaving hers.

She gasped, surprised by how easily her body opened for him. It felt like they were meant for each other. Adam's every thrust was met with the rhythmic movement of her belly, her substantial breasts rippling with motion.

Andrea's belly suppressed each push, requiring more force from him. Their primal lust intensified between the soft sheets. The weight of her newfound mass added a new dimension of depth and challenge that he'd never experienced.

Andrea took every inch of his engorged cock with soft, velvety moans. Her legs tightened around his waist, pulling him into the depths of her body. With every thrust, he bottomed out, slamming against her cervix. Pain mixed with pleasure as her body strained to accommodate his entire length due to the weight.

Adam carefully lifted her enormous thighs, expertly shifting their positions, and before she knew it, he had impressively flipped her onto him.

Andrea groaned at the unexpected shift in power. Her belly weighed her down, her slick thighs clenched around his hips as she adjusted herself.

Now, she rode him, her body gyrating to create a sinful friction that intensified their arousal. She moaned with each up-down motion, her swollen breasts bouncing to the rhythm.

"Look at you," Adam gasped, eyes wide as she pinned him beneath her. "You're incredible, Andrea." He couldn't believe he had been blessed with such a glorious woman to live with, his hands greedily exploring her engorged and expanded middle. "You're so fucking hot, Andrea. I can't believe I'm fucking you. Just look at all of this," as he still paid her belly the utmost attention. “You should grow this just for the sex, damn!” He shouted. His rough hands explored every inch of her mass, his fingers tracing across her oversensitive skin. She leaned forward, letting her soaked pussy slide down his length, eliciting a guttural moan from both of them.

“Andrea,” Adam gasped, using her name as a sweet prayer. He gripped her wide hips, pulling her and pushing her mercilessly. Her enormous belly hovered inches above him.

She frowned, considering what he asked for. “Aren’t I big enough as it is?” Andrea thought, gasping for breath as Adam plunged deeper within her. The extra weight on her belly felt like both a slide and a cushion at the same time. His hands occupied with her quivering flesh, devouring the beauty of her ripe, expanding figure.

"Holy shit, Adam, harder!" Andrea demanded, throwing her head back.

"Of course, baby." The affection resonated through his hushed whisper. His hands roamed her swollen body—greedily claiming ownership with each deliberate caress for her irresistible curves. “Ohhh, Andi. Get bigger for me. Bigger for us. For this.” Adam cried out, clutching her large and heavy mass.

“Bigger, Andi! Bigger,” Adam begged, gripping her colossal ass tightly within his capable hands. He panted heavily as Andrea’s stomach jiggled with each harsh and fervent thrust.

Adam roared, feeling her warmth tighten, clenching around him. She moaned loudly, openly relishing the feeling of their wild, intense coupling. Her cheeks flushed with raw passion, and Adam grew harder in response.

Her name was now sacred, a way for him to express and articulate this overwhelming surge of pleasure traveling down his spine.

"Andrea!" His urgent exclamation was met with a wild, untamed cry. As she hovered above him, her full, heavy breasts swung, her pebbled nipples bounced and brushed against his chest, triggering little bolts of intoxicating lightning traveling through his body.

Her thighs trembled and quivered as she welcomed and embraced this carnal connection, her chest heaving as she panted and moaned from the sheer, intense satisfaction brought on by this symphony of unwieldy, charged sensations.