Chapter 1

It's around 11pm when you tiredly walk into our bedroom. Glowing with the heady combination of a fun evening out and tiredness, you look utterly beautiful. Gazing at you with a dopey half smile on my face, I notice your stylish shirt that I got you for your birthday 9 months ago is snug. There are a couple of tell tale signs, like where the material is slightly bunched up at the sides and there is a shadow where the fabric is pulled across your bellybutton. Noticing this with gentle amusement, I also see that your jeans look a little uncomfortable. There is a barely noticeable fold around the waistband and the outline of the objects in your pockets is clear from where your thighs restrict the pockets. Which jeans were these, the 36"s? I can't quite remember.

Being honest with myself, it's hardly surprising. We have been out on the most cute date night this evening but we ate too much and indulged, but hey, it was fun. After a starter and main I'd never normally have a dessert, but it's becoming a more common occurrence for us to have three courses. I regretted eating so much after, when the bloating was acutely uncomfortable; but you didn't seem to have the same problem. The thought of eating four scoops of ice cream when we got home made me feel queasy, yet you demolished them with gusto.

A fair few times recently we have done the same thing. It's become a bit of a Friday night ritual for us to go to our new found favourite bar for a few drinks and then onto the pub for dinner. I enjoy that we are going on date nights more regularly and what would be the point in them if we restricted ourselves and didn't let go? Yes, it's had a slight effect on both of our bodies, but until now I'd not realised how noticeable the growth on you is.

You were plump when we started dating - the sort of body where when wearing clothes your jawline gave the illusion you were pretty thin. But take off the shirt on the beach and everyone would be able to see a fairly substantial pair of love handles and a paunchy belly too. You knew I loved the curves so stopped trying to diet and did gain a bit of weight, that's where the purchase of the 36" jeans came in. Secretly, I know you were enjoying being greedy and found my lust for your softness very flattering.

Snapping back to reality from my musings, I feel a stir of desire as I scan up and down your body again. "Aww baby", I say, "let's get you out of those uncomfortable clothes."

"Yes darling, don't you just get to that point of an evening where clothes feel so restrictive and you just want them off" you reply. I inwardly chuckle, wondering why they must feel restrictive. I rise from the bed and step over to you, gently leaning forwards and giving you a soft peck on the lips. You smile back at me and gaze with your beautiful eyes into mine. I've always loved your flashing teeth in your smile and the way your whole face joins in with beaming. Teasingly I tickle my fingers down the palm of your hand as I slip around to be stood behind you, I almost imperceptibly move my body towards yours and begin kissing you on the neck. Up close, I love to see the dusting of freckles and that your cheeks are flushed, something that's become more pronounced as you've indulged. Using the tip of my tongue to lick from the base of your neck up to behind your ear, I slide my arms under your arms and begin to undo your shirt buttons. As I do, your soft body quivers slightly as the strain is released. As I undo the last button your belly pours forwards, finally free. I can feel a slight dampness on your chest and you smell of a beautiful elixyr of aftershave, a slight tang of sweat and the sweetness of lager. You know this is exciting ne as you feel my dick stir as i'm pressed into your back. I slide both hands down your side, teasingly tracing the folds between your back and love handles. The tip of my fingers slides into them so easily, as the buttery warm flesh parts around them. I reach around to the front and gently lift your belly from underneath, my eyes flutter closed and I moanwith desire. There is some real heft to your overhang now, I understand in this moment why they call it a muffin top. Kissing you more passionately on the neck, I feel you roll your head backwards with desire.

Gently nibbling your neck as you moan with ecstacy, I reach to undo your jeans button, I can feel the outline of your semi hard dick as I do so. I struggle with the button because the jeans are too tight. Your big sexy ass is growing too large for them. Knowing that's why the button is tight turns me on and my dick stirs and throbs, pressed up against you.Once undone, I drop your trousers and grap both hands on your wide soft jiggly arse and roughly squeeze it. Tearing the boxers down, I observe a wide mount of pale flesh. Your once perky ass is becoming really flat and shapeless as it grows wider and heavier, the once evident muscle is nowhere to be seen. I spin you around so we are face to face, dicks touching, pulsing against one another. I strongly force a finger into your deep belly button, moving with rough urgency as my desires take control of me.

I grab you by the back of the head and we pull into one another, kissing roughly as I jiggle your fat ass, pre cum dripping down my knob and onto your chunky thighs. Feeling your breath panting and listening to your fat cheeks slapping almost makes me cum there and then.

I throw you onto the bed, so aroused by your large body, I jump atop you, both of us breathless with excitement and pure lust. Straddling you, I hungrily look down at your wide body. Pale flabby moobs reaching up towards me, a pronounced double chin underneath your reddened face. One of my hand caresses the pure sex appeal of your overweight body as you lift your knees up, exposing your hole to me and creating a mass of rolls and folds across your torso.

I slide in, knob lubricated my slathers of pre-cum as you and pant "oh yeah" to me as you grasp your rock hard dick.

Together we go, in perfect rhythm. Slowly at first, but then pumping more. Harder. Faster. Urgently. Thrusting. Thrusting. Thrusting.

Your fat body jiggles and slaps as I throw all of my energy into you, I feel my heart is going to leap out of my chest so strong is my desire for you. You bounce and away, parts of your blubbery body moving independently as the lard underneath your skin ripples. With you laid back like this I can see a couple of tiny stretch marks forming and this drives me on even more.

You know how much I'm turned on and you love how perfectly in sync we are. I gaze down at you, you look up at me. Both moaning. Both screaming with pleasure. Until after building, building, building, we both explode.