Chapter 1 - My Fat Valentine (1)

Dan had insisted Kylie wore this dress.

It's tight, extremely so. She'd worn it for their Valentine's dinner date last year and it was a relatively loose fit. It was already a bigger size than what she used to wear before dating Dan, but now... now it's clinging to her body like a second skin, pink drapes emphasising the stubborn swell of her stomach. And the hem that had once fallen to just above her knee keeps hitching up her legs, clinging mercilessly to her full thighs.

Kylie places her order and gives the waiter the menu.

"You know that pasta's really fattening, right?" Dan asks.

"I think I'm past worrying about that." Her heart flutters in her chest despite her casual response. "Though it's no more fattening than ordering three courses. And beer."

Dan shrugs his hefty shoulder, digging into the entrance of bread as if he hadn't just ordered practically the entire menu.

"What can I say? I'm a lost cause."

He really was. When they first started dating, Dan was the captain of the college football team. He was lean and muscled and defined. Then he injured his knee and moved in with the blonde and discovered the pleasures of being lazy and taken care of. She had wanted to spoil him since he was sad about losing his career, so she learned to cook his favorite meals and dishes. She'd expected him to put on some weight, of course, since he wasn't being as active anymore and she baked cookies on a daily basis. What she wasn't expecting was for him to eat his weight in those cookies. What she also hadn't expected was for both of them to really enjoy the results of his overeating when they finally kicked in and were even more astonishing than she would've guessed. Well, Dan did freak out when he found out he'd managed to gain seventy pounds in the first six months alone. But their sex life had never been better and he couldn't imagine starting a diet anytime soon.

So now here he was, two years later, belly pressed against the edge of the table, his single-button jacket only just fastened across his enormous stomach, the shirt underneath snug enough to look painted on. While Kylie couldn't see it from her position on the opposite side of their table, she knew that Dan's struggling waistband was slung beneath his lower belly, a black belt with extra holes punched into the leather only existing to stop his pants from slipping down over his hips.

He'd been 170 pounds when they first met, but he'd hit the 300 mark only a year after his injury. He was way over 350 now. Last time they'd weighed him a few months ago, he was around 375, but Kylie could swear his double chin had started to look even more prominent in the last month or so, and his chest looked fuller.

And dating and living with him had also taken a toll on Kylie's body. She'd been slim and fit up until a year and a half ago, but somewhere along the way he'd started rubbing off on her, and she'd managed to gain a staggering 90 pounds since then, which truly and well fattened up her previously tiny frame.

As soon as the food arrives, they both dig in. Watching him eat was a powerful reminder of why there was still such a striking size difference between them. Kylie may have gotten heavily chubby since dating Dan, but Dan himself had always been so much larger still, an enormous man with an appetite to match, honed by years of overeating.

As Dan clears his plate with gusto, devouring the steak until only the bone remained and alternatively dipping his remaining fries and onion rings into the buttery mashed potatoes, Kylie finds herself struggling to finish her own huge meal. She'd had a snack before dinner, just a couple donuts before leaving the house, which she'd figured wouldn't make much difference. But now her stomach is tight against the unforgiving silk lining beneath the lacy finish of her dress, packed with cream-soaked spaghetti and cheese and quite possibly a little too much soda. Seams creak as Kylie takes a quick swig of it to ease her discomfort, the logical part of her mind suggesting that she stops.

She doesn't.

She keeps going until she's panting, and as soon as she gets too full to even lift her arm, Dan steps in. He picks up the fork and keeps feeding her, ignoring the onlookers.

"Eat up," he tells her, patting her lower belly. "Good girl."

Despite her discomfort, Kylie keeps going. Dan's praises always have that effect, which is probably how she got herself in this situation — high-waisted panties digging painfully into her belly, evincing the fact that it's obviously a double belly now. A hefty muffin top sits on top of the panties waistband under her dress, splitting her taut stomach in two enormous rolls when she's sitting. She dips a finger into the waistband, trying to get some relief, but it's so tight her finger won't even slip in.

And to think she used to be a gym freak cheerleader.

"Looks like you're struggling there, babe," Dan teases.

"You're the one who asked me to wear this dress," she grunts, still chewing.

"Wanted to see how well it'd fit after a year. Not my fault you got too fat for it. Wasn't so long ago it was skimming over your tight little body," Dan notes with an arched eyebrow, studying her frame. "Now it looks like it's going to burst at the seams."

Despite herself, Kylie feels a twitch in her pussy at that.

"Feels like it too."

"I bet," he agrees. "Can't wait to see you out of it."

She finishes her dish. Dan has long finished his. She's so full, practically hyperventilating, but he's looking over the menu again.

"Dessert?"

Kylie holds back a burp and a painful groan, but agrees.

"I knew my tubby wouldn't be able to resist it," he simpers.

After Kylie eats the big chocolate lava cake and Dan manages to put away two giant milkshakes, they leave the restaurant. They're both struggling now, panting and puffing a bit, and it's the hottest thing Dan has ever seen. He and his girl, passing through the tables, gorged and stuffed while people turn to stare horrified.

Out on the street, there's a line to get a cab. Kylie moans, holding her taut, pained belly, and Dan sees the opportunity arise.

"Excuse me?," he asks the couple on the front. "Do you mind letting us take the first one? My girlfriend is pregnant and she's really tired."

Dan sees the moment Kylie gets so flustered she blushes, but he hopes the couple only sees it as her being fatigued.

"Of course!", the woman says. "Girl, you look positively about to pop! Must be on the third term already, right?"

Kylie smiles, embarrassed beyond measure. Humiliation soaks through to her very core as the rest of the queue begin to shuffle aside for them.

"Yes."

"Congrat ulations, you two!", says the man.

Dan's grin doesn't falter as he shamelessly leads Kylie down the line, hand resting against the small of her back as he nods his gratitude to everyone that they pass. But perhaps worst of all is when Kylie catches sight of their darkened reflection on the surface of the car window, reality cutting through her haze on seeing just how far her swollen stomach protrudes from between her plush hips, truly creating almost the perfect illusion of someone entering the later stages of pregnancy. Shame cloys Kylie's throat as they enter the car. The curve tearing Dan's smile suggests that he's enjoying himself far too much, especially when he slides his hand over Kylie's rotund side to rest it against the crest of her belly.

"How far along are you?", asks the driver.

"Ah..."

"Six months, isn't that right baby?" Dan teases.

"Big kid then, huh? You look closer to full term."

Kylie blushes so hard, but she feels her panties get wet. Dan smiles broadly, caressing the taut top of her upper belly.

"Yeah, she's truly blowing up so fast."

As soon as they are dropped off at their building and they get to their apartment, Kylie snaps at Dan.

"What the hell was that?"

"Figured we could use the help," he shrugs. "You didn't want to be standing there waiting with this full gut weighing you down now, did you?" He pats his own bloated belly. "I sure didn't."

"You didn't have to tell them I was pregnant!"

"I didn't see you correcting me."

"Because it would be more embarrassing to admit that I ate so much that I just look pregnant," Kylie hisses, heat rushing to her cheeks at just admitting that out loud. "I had no choice but to go along with your idea."

"Hate to break it to you, Ky, but you've been looking pregnant even when you're running on empty," Dan prods his finger into Kylie's side, smiling as she swats him away. "We're never going to see those people again. And if we ever do, you'll probably be even fatter, so who knows if they'll even recognize you?"

Kylie's jaw drops.

"Just how fat do you see me getting, Dan?" Her heart flutters in the base of her throat, breath catching as Dan's fingers trail over her soft chest, side and back rolls and lower belly.

"Shit, with the way you've been going? Fat, baby. Real fat," he whispers in her ear, squeezing her doughy hips and biting her earlobe. "Well, fatter, I guess."

She moans, feeling herself wetter and wetter.

"You're really filling out this dress, you know that?" Dan asks, pulling on the overstretched fabric that won't let out not even an inch. "I really doubt you'll be fitting back into it for next year's Valentines."

"I really doubt I'll be fitting back into it ever again after tonight."

"You're probably right. Jesus, you're really going to be huge this time next year," Dan says , squeezing her love handles. "I need to see your bloated belly. Now."

They go to the bathroom, already taking off their shoes. Standing in front of the mirror, their size difference is evident. Kylie's belly brushing against Dan's, what had seemed so large to her eyes was minute when compared to his girth. Heat radiates from Dan as Kylie pinches open his struggling pants button under his heavy overhang, and his already prominent gut surges forward the moment it's released. A thick slab of quivering flab adorned by a smaller roll of fat over the top, bellybutton wide. Creases rippling down his sides, stomach spilling out over the waistband of his boxers.

"Damn, baby," Kylie moans, struggling to get closer to him as their big bellies get in the way, but managing to kiss him. "You're huge. I'm still surprised sometimes. Can't believe you let yourself go like this. Can you imagine what your college buddies from the team would say if they saw you like this? Only a few short pounds from hitting 400?"

Under his sagging belly, his cock rises to attention even more, poking onto his flab.

"It's cause you feed me too much," he whines.

"Maybe at first. But now as you can see I also have my own gluttony to attend to. And you're only picking up speed."

He lets out a breath, aroused.

"Seeing you gorge yourself, seeing you get so fat and plump, makes me hungry," he tells her, then pulls her back to his front, kneading the softer fat of her lower belly while staring at them in the mirror. Trying to hug her against him, he barely manages to reach around her, his hands only meeting around her neck. "Can you imagine if they saw us like this? We were the fit couple, now we can barely fit the mirror frame together."

Dan's fingers curl over the hem of Kylie's dress, peeling it away from her. The fabric kept catching, first on her hips, then against the fattest part of her stomach, and finally across her breasts until it's off.

"Growing so big, baby girl," he murmurs. "Lean over."

Her belly spreads in the marble counter as she obeys, opening her legs to accommodate Dan between them. He takes off her panties as well, and she bucks as he slides a finger inside her pussy, uneven breaths coming out of her. When a second one enters her, a keening whimper falls from her lips, and she trembles, feeling her entire body quivering with the motion.

Kylie barely has chance to draw breath before she feels Dan pressing against her entrance, his big gut pushing against her lower back. As he inserts himself further into her, his gut continues to press down heavy against Kylie, almost bending her double beneath its weight, and she thinks it's the most erotic feeling in the world.

A hefty arm curls around her waist to help keep her upright, sinking down into her fat stomach, fingers digging deep into her soft rolls.

"God, you used to be so skinny. Now I can grab handfuls and handfuls of fat in your belly. In your everywhere, really," Dan mumbles, thrusting hard. "Baby, you're getting so fucking fat everywhere. Gaining so much fucking weight. Jiggling all over, look at that."

Kylie keens, and Dan keeps hitting that place deep inside her that always makes her see stars.

"Fuck, I really am, baby," she moans. "I don't know what's happening. I'm getting so round and soft."

Dan snickers, kneading the upper rolls in her belly.

"What are you talking about? Your appetite is out of control, Ky. I've seen you down a whole pint of ice cream in one sitting without even blinking. Then go get more. And you always go for thirds, fourths. You're eating so much, baby, all the time."

"Oh, God."

"And that's saying something coming from me."

Kylie loses strength, leaning over the sink, her belly spilling all over it, filling it. Dan holds onto her love handles to steady his thrusts.

"Your ass is so padded now," Dan hisses between thrusts, Kylie's butt cheeks jiggling with the motion. "Feels so fucking good."

He leans further over her, picking up speed despite being out of breath, lifting his gut so it rests fully on her back so he can rest some of his weight on Kylie and move more freely.

"Dan, you're so heavy," she moans. "Your gut... fuck."

"I know. It's a lot, isn't it?" He pants. "And you love it, don't you? You like that your athlete boyfriend got so fat he can't see his own dick? You like that his gut is so large it rests on your back when he fucks you from behind? So, so fucking big he has to get it out of the way to properly fill you up?"

"Yes! Yes!" Kylie cries out. "My big guy. Used to run 10Ks and now he can barely stand up from the couch without getting winded. Now he's turning me into a lazy, fat girl as well. Making me grow out of all my clothes."

"Yes, yes, I am. And so fast, Ky. You're ballooning. I swear, every day you wake up a little fatter."

"You liked fattening up your skinny girlfriend, huh? Getting her so plump and round people just believe she's pregnant?"

"Oh, yes, God, yes," he squeezes her breast and grabs her at her fat as he pumps fast into her. "Fuck, Kylie, look at us."

They watch themselves in the mirror, jiggling, panting masses of flab, desperate for release. Round cheeks blushing from the physical effort, sweating because they're so out of shape now.

"We really let ourselves go, baby," Dan groans, his belly folding in huge rolls and then rounding out again as he moves against Kylie. "Fat and lazy and so fucking soft. Gaining so much weight we're unrecognizable."

Kylie keens, feeling her orgasm approaching.

"The jock and the cheerleader turned into this. Not even an inch on our bodies not covered by layers and layers of fat, baby," Kylie moans. "I'm doubling my weight and I can't seem to stop. It's getting out of control and still I just wanna eat and stuff myself all day."

Dan spears himself hard inside Kylie, growling, letting most of his weight on her back, and her pussy clenches tight around him.

"Yes! Oh, fuck yes!" He cries out, thrusting as fast as he can with his weight slowing him down. "Come with me, baby. You greedy little fatty, I swear I'm gonna make you even fatter!"

"Fuck!" Kylie screams. "I'm coming, D-Dan, I-I'm coming!"

She squeezes him, milking him dry as Dan lets out a shout and fills her up with his hot cum, thrusts going shallow as both of them pant, falling apart.

They stay for a while like that, unmoving, catching their breaths. When Dan finally moves out of the way, removing his gut from Kylie's back, she jokes, "Oh thank God, I thought you'd finally grown too tired of carrying this around and now it was there to stay."

Dan slaps her ass playfully.

"You'll know the feeling soon enough," he teases her.

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