Chapter 1

I went back a couple days later to see her again. I started off with compliments, and keep the teasing down a bit. I didn’t want to scare her off after just one meal, not if I could really turn this into something. I could see myself having a lot of fun if Kelly let me help her pack on some more pounds.



We started grabbing lunch several times a week. My office was close by, and she usually worked on Saturdays also. She got used to me ordering the food, and even made a point of finishing everything I gave her. I think she was trying to prove that she was ok with who she was, and didn’t care what I said or thought. I didn’t really care about her motivations, I just enjoyed watching her struggle to force down the increasingly larger meals.



“I need to *hic* buy some new clothes,” Kelly said as I walked her back to her store after lunch.



I glanced at her. She was definitely a couple inches bigger around after that gut-busting lunch. She leaned back slightly as she walked, one hand resting atop her protruding middle.



“I think we just passed the maternity store,” I chuckled.



Her left fist fired out with surprising speed and struck my shoulder.



“You jerk,” she said, but there was no heat in it.

I think she was starting to get used to me, and took my comments are good-natured teasing. I was getting comfortable as well. Not only was I watching a hottie blimp up, I could even talk about it to her face.



“Yeah, you’re right,” I admitted.



She looked at me in surprise.



“Maternity jeans might not be big enough for your ass!”



Kelly gave an outraged shriek and pounded me in the shoulder again. I started to wonder if I was going to have a bruise. We walked for a moment in silence, she was starting to pout now.



“C’mon, you know I like your fat ass,” I told her.



I reached for her badonkadonk, but she slapped my hand away. At least a small smile started to play on her lips. I didn’t want to scare her away yet, I was having much too much fun.



When we said goodbye at her store I told her that I’d be happy to accompany her that weekend when she went clothes shopping. She looked at me for a few moments, trying to measure my sincerity level, but finally agreed.

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“Do these jeans make my butt look fat?”



I almost laughed out loud. I was finally in a position to give the answer every man has wanted to give. Kelly’s bubble butt filled the jeans completely, the denim clinging to her wonderfully round posterior.



“Yes,” I replied simply.