Chapter 1 - My Fat Valentine (2)

[Almost same story, different trope.]

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 the breakfast you brought me in bed today."

"What can I say? I like to spoil you." Dan shrugs his muscled shoulder, drinking his wine. He eyes her, up and down, smiling. "Maybe a bit too much, I guess."

When they first started dating, Dan was the captain of the college football team and Kylie, the captain of the volleyball team. Nowadays he was still active and was almost as lean and muscled and defined as he'd been back then, but he couldn't say the same about her.

A year into their relationship, Kylie injured her knee badly during a game. She recovered eventually, but not enough to go back to being a high performing athlete.

They moved in together, and he wanted to spoil her since she was sad about losing her career, so he learned to cook her favorite meals and dishes. He'd expected her to put on some weight, of course, since she wasn't being as active anymore and he baked cookies on a weekly basis. What he wasn't expecting was for her to eat her weight in those cookies. What he also hadn't expected was for him to really enjoy the results of her overeating when they finally kicked in and over time became even more astonishing than he would've guessed.

Kylie freaked out when she found out she'd managed to gain a staggering fifty pounds in the first six months alone after her injury—which truly chubbed up her previously slim frame. But their sex life had never been better and Dan had suddenly started acting obsessed with her new softened body. And he'd gotten her used to eating so much she couldn't imagine starting a diet anytime soon.

So now here she was, a year and a half later, her previously flat, toned abs now a heavy, pear-shaped belly almost pressed against the edge of the table.

She'd been 120 pounds when they first met, but she'd hit the 200 mark only a year after her injury. She'd been chubby back then. Heavily chubby, but still. She was way over that now though. Last time they'd weighed her a few months ago, she was around 225, but Dan could swear her double chin had started to look even more prominent in the last month or so, and her chest looked fuller. And she's been eating so much lately. She's a bit tall, so in the beginning her weight had distributed quite evenly, but now most of what she ate went straight to her heavy, bulging belly.

Dating and living with her hadn't
taken a toll on his body, though. Though he maintained a rather indulgent lifestyle for her, his was disciplined and healthy.

As soon as the food arrives, she digs in. Watching her eat was a powerful reminder of why there was such a striking size difference between them. Even though Dan had always had a healthy appetite—due to hours of training at the gym—, Kylie had grown used to being fed ridiculous amounts of food and always overeating.

As she clears her plate with gusto, devouring the pasta and alternately dipping the remaining fries and onion rings into the heavy cream-based sauce, Dan enjoys the view, smiling smugly.

After a while, Kylie finds herself struggling to finish her plate. She'd also had a snack before dinner, just a couple donuts before leaving the house, which she'd figured wouldn't make much difference. But after entrées and appetizers and now quite a hefty dinner, 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 into 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 athlete...

"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 the three ice cream scoops while Dan teases her for being so greedy, they leave the restaurant. She's actually struggling now, panting and puffing a bit, and it's the hottest thing Dan has ever seen. His girl, passing through the tables, gorged and stuffed, tucked into a dress she fit much better many pounds ago, 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're looking puffy already, like you're 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 flat belly mockingly. "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. Heat radiates from Kylie as Dan pinches open his pants button then takes off his shirt. Standing in front of the mirror, their size difference is evident. Kylie's belly brushing against Dan's toned, hard abs.

Dan's fingers curl over the hem of Kylie's dress, peeling it away from her. The fabric keeps 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 leans in to murmur in her ear.

Dan partially pulls down her high waisted panties until it rests just over her crotch. Her belly surges forward the moment it's released. Creases rippling down her sides, stomach taut but still spilling out over the waistband of her pulled down panties.

"Damn, baby. Look so full," Dan moans, kissing Kylie. "You got so fat. I'm still surprised sometimes. Can't believe you let yourself go like this. Can you imagine what your college girlfriends from the team would say if they saw you like this? Fat and gorged and oh so out of shape?"

Under her slightly sagging belly, his cock rises to attention even more, poking onto her overhang. He groans at the feeling.

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

"Maybe at first. But now you've become so greedy, you don't need me feeding or encouraging you to eat your way out of your clothes every few weeks."

She lets out a breath, aroused. "Dan."

"Seeing you gorge yourself, seeing you get so fat and plump, makes me so horny. You don't even know," 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."Can you imagine if they saw us like this? I'm still in my peak condition and you can barely climb a flight of stairs without hyperventilating. We were the fit, hot couple together, now we can barely fit the mirror frame together."

She blushes, and her hands join his for a while, kneading her soft rolls. Then she pulls down her panties, wiggling her way out of the tight material.

He spanks her ass when she comes back up and orders, "Lean over."

Her belly spreads in the marble counter as she obeys, opening her legs to accommodate Dan between them. 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 Dan pulls off his fingers and she feels him pressing against her entrance, his big cock pushing against buttocks. As he inserts himself into her pussy, she moans, her gut pressing down heavy enough against the counter that she lets out a silent belch.

God, she's so full. 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."

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."

Dan leans further over her, picking up speed. He tries to angle her leg higher to hit deeper but she almost loses balance. He tries to keep her straight by steading the weight of her belly, but soon realizes he can't do it for long while fucking her.

"Ky, you're so heavy," he moans. He lets go of her belly and hears it slapping the sink. "Your gut... fuck."

"I know," she pants. "It's truly a gut now, isn't it?"

"Yes, and I fucking love it. I love that my athletic girlfriend got so fat she can't see her feet. Her own pussy. I love that her belly is so fat it rests on my abs now when she's on top of me. So, so fucking big she has to get it out of the way for me to properly fill her up."

"Fuck, baby," she moans. "I'm getting really heavy. You're making me blow up. I think I must've put on five pounds just in the last week. I can honestly feel them weighing me down."

"Yes! Yes!" Dan cries out. "My big girl. Used to run 10Ks and now she can barely stand up from the couch without getting winded. She's turned into such a lazy, fat girl."

"Dan..." She moans. "I'm serious. I'm growing out of all my clothes, again."

"Yes, yes, you are." He'd noticed it this morning. They'd bought her those jeans only a couple weeks ago, and she couldn't button them. At all. "And so fast, Ky. You're ballooning. I swear, every day you wake up a little fatter."

"You actually 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 you."

They watch themselves in the mirror. Kylie a jiggling, panting mass of fat, desperate for release, belly folding in huge rolls and then rounding out again as she moves against him. Round cheeks blushing from the physical effort, sweating because she's so out of shape now.

"You've really let yourself go, baby," Dan groans. "Fat and lazy and so fucking soft. Gaining so much weight you're almost unrecognizable."

Kylie keens, feeling her orgasm approaching.

"The captain of the volleyball team, turned into this. Not even an inch on your body not covered by layers and layers of fat, baby," Dan moans. "You're doubling your weight and you can't seem to stop. It's getting out of control and still you just wanna eat and stuff yourself all day."

"You never tell me to stop."

"I don't, do I? What do I tell you then, huh?"

"Just one more bite."

Dan spears himself hard inside Kylie, growling, and her pussy clenches tight around him.

"Yes! Oh, fuck yes!" He cries out, thrusting as fast as he can. "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.
Dan slaps her ass playfully before he pulls out.

"Second round?" He asks.

"Of dinner or sex?"

He laughs, pulling her into him.

"Spoken like a true fatty."

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