A big birthday present

Chapter 1

"Hello?" I answered breathlessly.

"Hey, hon" I could hear you smiling on the other end.

I smiled back. "Hey sweetie. Happy Birthday!"

You laughed. "Well, thanks. That is about the fifth time you have told me today."

I grinned. "Thought I had to tell you for each year. I have to tell you 24 more times."

"No that is spankings."

"Oh, believe me, you will get them."

You looked at my picture on your desk and smiled, picturing me at home. "I guess I shouldn't have reminded you."

"Yep, after I get done with you, you won't be able to sit down for a week." I plopped down into the chair. "So, how is your day going so far?" "The staff gave me a cake, a card, and some balloons. Nothing that compares to what you

gave me this morning." I blushed. "Well, I hope no one would give you what I gave you. I guess our breakfast in bed kinda got out of hand." You laughed. "Yeh, I'd say. That is what you get when you make me pancakes with strawberries and whipped cream."

"Well, I kinda thought you would eat them."

"I did."

"How do you figure?" I laughed.

"Well, I just laid them out on you and ate them. You are a much prettier plate."

"Good thing you know how to clean a plate."

You laughed. "I am at work you know."

"You started it."

Your boss peeked his head around the door. You nodded at him. "Hey, Liz I gotta go. We

are still going out tonight right?"

"Yes, I am planning on giving you a wonderful birthday."

"I have no doubt about that, but I mean we aren't going to have any surprise guests, right?"

I laughed a little. "Nope."

"All right. I will see you at 6."

"Okay. Happy Birthday. 23 More times." I laughed. "Bye hon."

"Bye." You smiled as you hung up the phone.

I hung up and stretched a little. I felt complete happiness. I was looking forward to the evening. I had lots planned for Mark. I looked over at the clock. 4p.m. I got up and lazily walked to the bathroom. I sat down on the side of the tub and ran the water. I held my fingers under the running water. I turned on the shower and slipped out of my robe. I pulled my hair down from its clamp and felt it fall down my back and brush the top of my ass. I shut the bathroom door and looked in the mirror on the back of the door. I ran my finger down and over my neck, tracing it down over my breasts and over my disappearing waistline and over my blossoming hips. I looked at the fullness of my thighs and felt their softness. I grinned as I looked at my feet, which had gotten chubbier too. I turned and looked over my shoulder at my full ass. Looked like I had little dimples on each cheek. Mark had spent countless hours examining every inch of my growing body. He even measured me each month and kept a journal on our progress. His favorite parts to explore were my waist, my thighs and my ass. I stepped on the scale, I watched as the red marker made its way up to 364. I smiled as I made a mental note of gaining 3 pounds in the past 2 days.

Mark had even gained 45 pounds since we had been together. I ate so much, it was hard for him not to eat. So, we just gained together. I was secretly thrilled watching him gain, enjoying himself and eating so much. I loved spoiling him and seeing him indulge at every meal. I had also spent countless hours laying in bed playing with his hair and massaging his growing belly, kissing it gently. I stepped in the shower and let the warm water caress me. I closed my eyes and felt automatically relaxed. The past two weeks had been hectic. I had been scheduling all of the stuff for his party and now it was finally here. He had no clue that his family and friends were going to be at the restaurant also. I smiled to myself imagining his reaction. I shampooed my hair and rinsed it, watching the soap run down my legs. I put conditioner in my hair and let it sit while I washed the rest of my body. I squeezed body wash onto the wash cloth and slowly washed my hand and then worked my way up my arm. Gently rubbing soap over my breasts and belly. Making sure to wash in all the new folds and creases. I put my leg up on the side of the tub and washed down it and over my toes. I repeated the same process with the other leg. I rinsed my hair out and turned off the water. I grabbed a towel and wrapped my hair up in it. I pulled another one around my body. Hmmm. Looks like I was going to need to invest in bigger towels, these barely wrapped around me anymore. I walked into the bedroom and dried off. I slipped on some black panties and a garter belt. I pulled on a black matching bra. I lay back on the bed and slid black thigh high stockings on each leg, pulling them up and clamping them to the garter belt. I went and sat down in front of my vanity and released my hair. Felt cold as my wet hair hit my back. I began to brush my hair. I looked down at my body noticing everything was getting smaller. My breasts bulged over the top of the bra. The thigh highs squeezed the top of my thighs and created a soft little roll above each one. I couldn't even see my panties they were so tight, they had disappeared in my softness. I laughed.

I put my make-up on and then proceeded to dry my hair. After I was done, I went to the closet and pulled out my clothes. I pulled on a black calf length form fitting skirt and zipped it on the side. It had a small slit in the back. I slipped into a beautiful, red, soft cardigan sweater. I went into the bathroom and pulled my hair back into a french twist. I let some dark soft curls fall around my face and neck. I sprayed my hair. I put some diamond earrings on and sprayed some of your favorite perfume on my neck. I was applying my lipstick when I heard you come in the front door. "Liz, I'm home."