Chapter 1 - Beginning

Chapter 1

Miss Cole was sitting on the corner of her desk top, making eye contact with me as the rest of the class struggled through their maths test. Subtly biting her lip, she adjusted her skirt , which had been drifting up her thigh. She knew the way she sat made her chubby thighs spread.

I had met Miss Cole the summer before, though I didn’t know her as Miss Cole then, only as the pale young woman that I regularly delivered pizza to. It was good money, along with the unexpected perk of catching a glimpse of a sexy 20 something brunette, in lounge wear.

These scenes occurred over the entire summer, 2-5 visits a week, delivering 1-3 pizzas. I thought she was stunning, and for this reason I felt completely unable to have a conversation with her. It was mostly smiles at first, after we both noticed the pattern of deliveries, she decided to play with me a little. Throwing in a wink, or a little joke about the quantity of pizza being ordered.

Over the summer she was growing. Initially wearing a well fitting tank top, it began to cover less of her body, riding up to reveal a soft belly roll, by the end of the first summer month, I could see her pierced belly button. The woman did not appear bothered, if anything she seemed to like the attention she was getting.

As the summer came to an end, the mystery girl was significantly larger, having gone from a well endowed thin woman, to a chubby girl who’s clothes seemed to have failed to contain her new size, her thighs and ass were straining her shorts, and her tank top had become a crop top, containing her large tits, showing off a soft tummy.

Taking the pizzas from me, she noticed me looking, gave her own tummy a quick squeeze, bit her lip, and then winked at me before closing the door.

Chapter 2

The final weekend before school, I was making yet another delivery to her house, 4 pizzas this time. I knocked on the door, and she swiftly opened it, taking a step out onto her porch, only a meter from me. She smelled like berries, her long hair tied up in a pony tail. She flashed a dimpled smile. She was the least adequately dressed yet.

In her evening gown, her body looked fleshy and well endowed. “Would you like to come in?, I don’t want to show off to the whole street”. She said.

She grabbed the pizzas off of me, turned, and went back inside, throwing her head back to suggest I follow. My heart was racing. What was such a slight ass months ago, her chubby ass bouncing as she stepped, her wide hips swaying.

As we both entered her home, she closed the door behind me. “I’ve noticed you gawking at me, are you thinking that I’m such a fucking fatty?” She whispered in my ear as she pressed her chubby tits into me from behind. Do you want to see how fat I’ve actually gotten?” She breathed. Holding my hand she walked me into her lounge, and pushed me onto the couch. Placing the pizzas onto the coffee table, she began to take off her gown.
Letting the gown fall to the floor, she stood wearing only a tight white tank top, and a pair of light blue panties. “It’s only been a summer, and my eating has made me so big”. She said. “Come feel my tummy” she urged as she moved forward to straddle me on the couch.

She straddled me, a chubby thigh on each side. Her deep cleavage staring right at me. She took my hand and placed it onto her chubby tummy. “finally, someone gets to touch my fat belly, put your finger in my belly button, fuck, see how deep it gets”. Still holding my hand, she pushed one of my fingers into her belly button, reaching the first joint of my index finger. “your pizzas are making me so fucking big, I was 60kgs (130 pounds) when I met you, now I’m 80kgs (180 pounds)”

After letting me play with her tummy a bit more, she got off me, and ate a whole pizza in front of me. “Run along now, wouldn’t want to get in trouble with your boss” she said, shooing me with her hand. As I left the house my mind swam for a explanation about what had happened.