Chapter 1 - Part 1

When Emily and I started dating, there was one inevitability in the back of my mind that I knew I’d have to confront at some point down the line. Meeting her parents. I know dreading meeting the parents is a kinda contrived and stupid thing to be concerned about, but her parents were the opposite of he and really, I think she only went to Covington to get away from them. I figured out how far opposite they were from her when they asked us to fly out to the middle of nowhere in Colorado to go to some mountain retreat I’d never heard of.

Emily filled me in on the kind of people they were and I started dreading it from the word go. They were the outdoorsy types, fishing, hiking, camping, running, the works. Emily and me? We barely left the apartment unless we really felt like going to a buffet or seeing a movie or something. And now we’re being dragged out to the Rockies for some kind of woodland resort bullshit. The only reason we were going was because we figured I should meet her parents eventually. The catch here, however, was Emily. The past year had been very kind to Emily’s figure. She was quite proud that she had managed to jump up from 148 to a very respectable 225 lbs, and she was getting soft everywhere. Her once perky B-cups had jumped up to an impressive, albeit slightly saggy DDD, and her ass was wide enough now she had to get into her shower stall sideways now. But what she was happiest with was her little pot belly had turned into a nice, sizable gut now, and it almost always seemed to peek out from under her ever-shrinking shirts. God she’s perfect.

But anyway, the first hurdle was the plane. Emily was shockingly punctual, so we had plenty of time to request the stewardess to get us a belt extender because the seat belt on the plane was much too short to accommodate Emily’s width, a fact she was taking much pride in. My only complaint is that we had someone in the aisle seat next to us, because it took everything I had to keep my hands to myself for the whole four hour flight. Being pressed up against Emily’s warm, soft body and smelling her soap mixing with sweat was driving me crazy. I just wanted to grab and squeeze and do some unspeakable things to her, but that would probably get us arrested. Or at least we’d get a good talking to from the Air Marshal.

The second was Denver Airport, which if you don’t know is massive and very difficult to navigate because of the Illuminati or fucking whatever. Emily’s physique wasn’t built for walking anymore, and I could hear her breathing pick up the longer we walked trying to find the baggage claim among some crazy murals and nonsensical twists and turns. Seriously, who built this place?

Finally, we met her parents, Ed and Maya. They were tiny, super liberal, middle-aged, yuppie types, the kind of people you’d see on the cover of a health and wellness magazine. Ed was a tall, thin man with a big smile and a firm handshake. I don’t remember what he said he did for a living, but IT Director would be my first assumption. Maya on the other hand was a tiny woman who could probably be easily misidentified as a railing if I weren’t paying attention, with big, square glasses and a perm that wouldn’t have looked out of place at Woodstock. A stark contrast from her daughter, who was pleasantly plump and wearing an oversize t-shirt and jeans to hide her belly. Even so, you could still see that Emily was a big girl just by looking at her face, her ass, and the cute little chin she had forming under her first one.

“Emily!” Maya said, hugging her daughter, “You look… Healthy!”

Emily accepted the hug, but rolled her eyes when she embraced her mother. Ed walked with me while Maya and Emily caught up. “I’ve heard a lot about you. Emily seems very happy with you, son,”

So he was one of those guys that calls you son. “I try to keep her that way, sir,”

“Just what I wanted to hear,” Ed glanced at his daughter a second and then looked back at me, “So I can assume you’re a good cook, eh?”

I nearly spit out my drink, but by some miracle I kept my composure. “It’s a useful skill, I’ve always been told,”

Ed looked like he wanted to say, “My daughter seems to really like it,” but he kept his mouth shut.

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After getting into Ed and Maya’s hatchback we all made our way past Bluecifer and into Denver, watching it go past as we headed out of the city and towards the resort. When we finally got there, I was going crazy. First the plane and now I was pushed shoulder to shoulder with Emily, feeling every bit of her squish into me and jiggle and bounce with every movement of the car and I COULDN’T FUCKING DO ANYTHING ABOUT IT. Thank God that Ed told me we’d be getting a suite because I don’t think I could survive the week like this if I couldn’t at least get my fill of Emily in the evening. I couldn’t even really focus on the conversation in the car because I was going crazy. I wonder if Emily felt the same.

Finally, after about two hours in the car, we reached the lodge. It was a big resort built to look like a huge log cabin, and from what I could see there were smaller cabins that lined up around it, forming a big circle. Ed pulled the car up to the front and we got out, stretched and I prayed that no one- save for Emily- could see my little soldier was at attention. Ed went to grab a baggage cart while I unloaded the bags. Maya and Emily seemed to be in good moods, but neither of them really talked to the other. Now that I think about it, I think Ed and I were the only ones holding up conversation in the car. I wonder if that’s gonna come back on us at all.

After Ed came back with the cart, we got checked in, our bags were brought up and we followed the bellhop to our room. It was a pretty big suite, with a sizable living room and kitchenette, with the bedrooms being at the back of the suite.

Fuck they share a wall. I thought. Looks like Emily and I would just have to be quiet at night here.

“This is a nice place, Ed,” Maya said, walking around the room and settling on a couch in the living room, “I can’t believe the deal we got on it!”

After that, we sat and talked a while, but I wasn’t listening because, frankly, I didn’t care and Emily was so close it was driving me crazy. But that at least changed when Ed walked back from getting in his bag for one reason or another and he produced a bottle of wine to share with us. I couldn’t be happier, because this is the only case where Emily is considered a lightweight now. We both had a few drinks and the evening went shockingly well. I did notice that Maya kept staring at Emily most of the night.

After we finished our drinks and everyone had a good buzz on, we decided to head to bed. Ed said the standard issue, “Time to turn in, big day tomorrow,” thing that every dad seems to say any time they go on vacation, and we obliged. But we definitely weren’t sleeping yet.

The very second our door was closed, I pinned Emily to it, getting as close to her as I could with her belly sticking out. It felt so good to feel how soft it was against me. I immediately started to kiss her, the wine and the blood rushing downward giving me a hell of a headrush, and Emily seemed to feel the same way, putting her hands around my shoulders and coming at me with the same fervor I started with her. My hands ran all over her growing body, lifting her shirt to get closer contact. She let out a little moan and I pulled back and put my finger to her lips.

“Remember, we have to be quiet,” I said. Emily nodded and I went right back to kissing her and feeling my way around, my hand eventually finding the top of her pants and slipping inside. I wonder how fun I can make this for us.

“I think,” Emily said between heaving breaths, “We should probably get in bed,”

“And I think I have a better idea,” I said quietly, guiding her towards a vanity I spotted when we walked in, “Let’s get a good look at you!’ I bent her over it, and took her shirt off, showing her her breasts. They were trapped in an all too small bra- most of our money goes to food and non-underwear clothes nowadays- and they were bursting out, a wave of plush that flowed out of the cup and extended almost an inch forward.

“Look at how much you’ve grown, Emily!” I grabbed a handful of boob and squeezed, which made her whimper a bit, a sound that only fired me up more and told me to keep going. “Don’t think I didn’t notice your mom looking you over. She must have been thinking ‘God, look how fat Emily got!’ But she doesn’t even know the half of it yet,” I moved my other hand back to lower her sweatpants down to her ankles, making sure to caress her ass as I did, which made her wiggle her hips in anticipation. This, in turn, made everything jiggle. Especially her belly, which had been exposed by her panties rolling down over the course of the day.

“And this is definitely impressive now that I can see it,” I used both hands to hold up her gut, a feat that was getting harder by the day, it seems, “You’ve been a greedy girl, Emily, and it’s really showing,”

Her hips were wiggling even more now, and Emily seemed to be in fits, her pale face flushed so deeply I could swear it was making her lightheaded. I figured I’d take my time. It was still kinda early for bed, after all. “You know what I think the best part is?”

“What is it?” Emily asked. I think she was trying to sound confident, but it came out almost as if she was desperately begging for the answer.

“I’m willing to bet you just want more.” I walked around so that I could face her, caressing every part of her on my path, and looked her in the eyes, “You want to be a cute, greedy pig, don’t you,”

Emily started trailing off immediately into fits of unintelligible yeses, begging and pleading for me to do something with her. She’s so cute when she’s desperate. But I had plenty more to do before I let her have fun. Well, more than she was already having. I reached back and traced my finger along the curve of her ass, making sure that I stayed just grazing the surface of her skin. I knew she loved it when I did that because it tickled in just the right ways. It almost looked like I was electrocuting her from the way that she’d jolt just a little bit whenever my finger touched her skin.

“You know, I think that you’d really like to watch your own face when I fuck you tonight,” I said, as I moved back behind her, taking my hand away to help undo my pants. Once I was centered, I took a minute to admire her from behind. In the mirror I could see her lips trembling in anticipation as I took my time getting ready. She was giving me that feral look that drove me wild whenever I saw it.

I teased her for just a second with my tip and Emily let out a little moan. Not too loud, but loud enough I was concerned that her parents would hear. Fuck it. Let them. I slipped inside of her and no sooner than that did Emily spring into action. She rammed herself back into my hips, which at her size nearly knocked me over. Thank God it didn’t, and I retaliated by coming back at her at full force, letting her feel every last inch of me enter her, going in and out. I watched her in the mirror, and I was truly in heaven seeing her go to pieces in front of me. Her face melted in pure bliss, and everything on her jiggled and bounced with every thrust. There were still days that I couldn’t believe that this was the same Emily that I met in front of the buffet that day, and it was an even bigger turn on to know that I’m part of the reason she became like this.

That thought renewed me even more. I broke out of the fatigue that I had built up from the plane ride and the drive and fucked Emily with all my strength. She had laid her head on top of the vanity now, not even able to keep it up anymore with how much I was doing, and she just covered her mouth and let every moan come out. I finally came deep inside, and pulled out. Emily, exhausted, went to her knees, with a lot of what I just unloaded into her leaking onto the carpet. Housekeeping was gonna be pissed, but I don’t think either of us cared.

“Wanna cuddle?” I said, helping Emily to her feet.