One Last Summer Break

Chapter 1

“How do I look?” You appear from the bathroom, a hint of self-consciousness in your voice as you find my eyes. My face is frozen, and I’m speechless. Your body has gotten so much softer, so much wider. Your strings are digging into your hips, and I can see your stomach has started covering your bikini bottoms, just slowly trickling down over the first few inches. By next summer, you won’t be able to see them, not even the strings on the side. You need to be so fat you swell up, engulfing your bottoms and overflowing atop them. You raise one arm, lazily resting in the doorway, awaiting my response as I drool over your new growth. Your arm jiggles now; it’s softer and plusher than it used to be, like the rest of your body. You already know my answer, but you need the affirmation; this weight gain is still new to you.
“You look spectacular, babe, really.” I stretch my arms, inviting you to sit with me. You smile, choosing to flaunt your body as you make your way to the couch. Your hips sway while your puffy gut jiggles so slightly at the bottom. Your tits must have grown a size or two, they’re bouncing along with your belly while your top hangs on for dear life. You sit in my lap, your legs pooling out while I feel how soft your rear has grown. I can’t wait until you no longer fit in my lap, too heavy and wide for me to handle you. You’ll get there soon enough, but never too fast for my liking. “I think I’m the luckiest partner in the world,” I say warmly, kissing the back of your neck while you giggle.
“I just feel bigger, like I’ve been gaining a few recently.” You sound worried, but I’m quick to reassure you. My arms wrap around you, feeling your softness as I whisper into your ear.
“I love how you feel, I’d never get sick of it. You’re precious, even if you have a few extra pounds on you, it’s just more for me to grab.” You turn red in the cheeks, happy, I still find you attractive after your recent weight gain. Finals had left you inhaling fast food and sugary drinks while you spent hours studying and preparing your thesis. You grew softer in the home stretch, stress and eating paired well for you, and I treated you constantly. Deliveries to your house so you could study hard and stay in, late nights mindlessly typing and munching on chips, chased down by sugary sodas and energy drinks as you fought to stay awake. Your leggings grew tight, and walking to class felt a bit tiresome. You blamed everything under the sun besides the fact that you'd gained weight. You’re so oblivious, I’m the one who made you get fat. Your favorite snacks and meals are being served to you constantly. Those desserts and treats you crave so badly are paid for at every whim by yours truly. All the late-night study sessions I spent with you, bringing food and drinks while you pecked away, encouraging you to have some more so you'll stay up later and study harder. You deserved it. Positive reinforcement and encouragement paid off. You were at least thirty pounds heavier by the time you graduated. Our relationship and sex life had been so good, and you felt confident with me by your side, praising your body and always feeling you up, checking your progress as you grew softer for me. You were just glad to make it to the real world, eager to enjoy one last summer with me and your friends before starting a new journey in life.