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  1. Glad you enjoyed it! I had a lot of fun writing both this one and the wife of your dreams story. My intent with these was that they would both be one off stories which is why they were written in a before/ after style. Since the climax has already been spoiled, I don't think there's a lot more I can do but I am working on something longer that I think you'll enjoy.
  2. “You know, I always thought that you’d wind up with the fat, sexy wife of your dreams, I just never thought it would be me,” Samira joked as she finished her makeup before we headed out for the evening. “What do you mean?” I asked, feigning innocence as I looked over Samira in her ** red cocktail dress. “Oh you know, the one you always used to ** text me about. The one who has juicy full breasts with a deep, cavernous cleavage you could get lost in,” Samira described, making sure to subtly bend forward and accentuate her own full bosom with a deep line of cleavage clearly visible. “Doesn’t ring a bell,” I joked. “No? Maybe that’s because she also was supposed to have nice hips that flare out to keep her balanced, the perfect child-bearing hips” Samira continued, shimmying her wide hips before slipping on her heels for the evening. “Or did you forget that she’s also supposed to have a big bouncing booty,” Samira described as she turned and bent over to complete the ankle straps on her heels, providing me with a full view of her generous spheres and wide hips as they stretched her cocktail dress to the max. “You know, I vaguely recall saying some of that but I don’t think that describes you at all,” I teased as I admired my beautiful, sexy wife and her delightful curves. There certainly were more of them than when we had first met all of those years ago. Back in college, Samira had an absolutely insane body that was the envy of many on campus. She had been a slender hourglass with toned arms from the gym, a generous C cup bust that contrasted her flat stomach, and a toned rump above long lean muscular legs that were always on display in form fitting yoga pants. While not the most voluptuous, her proportions had been amazing because of how in shape she had been. Practically anywhere she went, be it to class, the gym, or a party, she was always admired and desired. I doubt there was a single person from campus who would still recognize my olive skinned, dark haired Turkish beauty as that hot skinny girl from the gym now though. The voluptuous full figured beauty in front of me who had been teasing me so hard may have still resembled an hourglass, but that was about the end of the similarities between her former svelte figure and the vixen in red before me. There were no more biceps, abs, toned cheeks, or sharp jaw lines. In the ten years since we graduated, life had gradually gotten in the way of her workouts and as our relationship had blossomed, so had Samira’s figure. “Ready to go?” she asked, staring at me with a naughty smirk as my eyes devoured her red figure. As much as Samira would call herself my fat wife, the truth of the matter was that she was chubby at best, it just felt like more to her because of what she had used to look like and just how slim she had been. Sure her body was now coated in a nice layer of fat, her breasts had practically doubled in size to give her that great cleavage, her hips were wider as her butt filled out and that washboard was now as full as a buffet, but I still had visions of a fuller figured woman. “Of course. Can’t have my fat sexy wife wasting away,” I teased as we headed out the door, me taking full advantage of a view of her plump derriere. ‘Definitely more room to grow.’ --- “Hey babe, remember when you said that you knew I’d wind up with the fat, sexy wife of my dreams, you just never thought it would be you?” “Yeah…” Samira responded, confused as I yanked the zipper on her purple dress shut. “I think you’re finally at what I dreamed of,” I teased, giving her a peck on the cheek just above her second chin. “Now come on, we have to hurry or we won’t make our dinner reservation.” I gave Samira a playful slap on her butt and watched the ripples spread across her voluminous cheeks before bouncing back against the confines of her form fitting purple dress. A purple dress that really accentuated her perfectly wide child bearing hips, hips that barely fit through doorways and were undoubtedly her widest point by inches now as they wiggled and bounced with each step. “I swear you’re unbearable sometimes. You just can’t keep your hands off me,” Samira teased as she waddled out of the bedroom, her giant cheeks straining the back of her dress as they too bounced and jiggled violently with every moment, shaking her back fat rolls that were squeezed against the dress. The truth was Samira loved all the attention I gave her. She reveled in every playful slap, brush, tickle, and poke that I made all over her voluptuous body on a very regular basis. Who could blame when you had a full figured temptress waddling around the house all the time with assets constantly on display. “Well you need to stop being so irresistibly sexy and then I will,” I playfull responded back. “Aww now isn’t that sweet,” she replied sarcastically. “Let me give you a kiss to drive you wild.” Samira wheeled around on her wedges which somehow still held all her girth and gave me a full frontal view of her enormous cleavage as her purple dress struggled to contain her now massive breasts as they jostled and bounced in their purple confines. While other parts of Samira’s body had certainly been the recipients of the brunt of her weight gain since our date a couple years ago, the one that still impressed me the most was how full and hefty her breasts were. Back in the days of the red dress, she had probably been an F cup but now was easily sporting J cups if not K cups as her two full melons commanded both attention and excellent support. Leaning in for her kiss, I took advantage of her weight causing her to be off balance to squeeze one of her fat jiggly arms and pull her up against me. The full weight of her breasts smashed into my chest as I held her up right before the rest of her body press up against me, namely her large soft belly. If one part of Samira had changed the most from those days in that red dress, it was the rolls that protruded out from her stomach, an unimaginable contrast to the days when we had first met and I would tickle her washboard abs that were on display on a crop top. “Mmmm, I like when you pull me around,”Samira cooed sexually as we finished our kiss. “Now come on, I want to be the fat wife of MY dreams and that means I need to be tearing this dress by the end of the night. We can finish this later after dinner.” Samira waddled out the door, turning back to give me one last playful look as I enjoyed her fully hefty silhouette before disappearing to go towards the car. “Maybe she isn’t the wife of my dreams. I think she might be even better.”
  3. A day late on here but a fun little V-Day story I whipped together. --- Research says that the average person will have between five and six serious relationships before finding the right person in their life to marry. For me, I had already had eight and every single time they just weren’t quite what I was looking for. Maybe I had some character flaw that no one would tell me about, or maybe I had a terrible taste in women that was somehow being overlooked. Or maybe, it had to do with my absolutely stunning best friend Margot who I’d harbored a crush on for years but had never been able or willing to pursue. If I’d had trouble holding down a relationship over the years, Margot was like the Titanic where she kept hitting icebergs and sinking into devastation. She’d probably dated or had flings with close to fifteen men and somehow they had all ended in disaster. Some had been duds from the start but studs in the bedroom, others were intriguing but just couldn’t meet her expectations or were intimidated by how attractive she was, which was of course contrasted by her recent string of men who didn’t seem to appreciate her enough. It was in fact that exact situation that had led to a knock on my door one lonely Valentine’s day. “Margot, what are you doing here? Aren’t you supposed to be out on a date with…” I asked as I opened the door, stunned at the beauty standing in front of me before she interrupted me. “He dumped me right as I was about to call my Uber to meet him for dinner,” she bemoaned as she walked through the open door to my apartment, her high heeled boots thudding on my carpet as her faux Burberry coat covered up her incredible form. “Even worse, I just got a confirmation notification that we checked in for dinner, which means he took someone else on our date!” “That’s awful. I’m so sorry to hear that,” I consoled, trying to avoid the obvious undertones of cheating that she was implying. “He didn’t deserve you anyway.” “No he didn’t. I mean, I had gone out of my way to get a reservation at that really nice new fusion restaurant he’d wanted to try, I had spent hours putting on my makeup, picking out the right dress, and even picking out a little surprise for later, and then he has the audacity to cancel right before we’re supposed to be there? I bet he never wanted to go there in the first place and just wanted to take his stupid side girl there. I should have picked up on that since he never really cared about nice restaurants, I should have known he wasn’t loyal. How could I be so stupid again,” Margot vented, her flowing caramel blonde hair bouncing with each motion as she vented, emphatically waving her arms in rage. “That is super shitty Margot, do you want something to drink?” I offered, trying to get her to calm down. “Do you have any IPAs? I could really use a beer to get this bad taste out of my mouth,” she stated melodramatically. “I’m a little low on beer but I’ve got a couple of quadruple IPAs…or Scotch if you need something stronger,” I offered going to my fridge. “I’ll take it all,” she offered after a deep sigh. I handed over a can I had just picked up at the brew shop today for what was supposed to have been my evening alone and Margot cracked it open without hesitation before chugging the whole thing. “Uh…do you want another?” I asked stunned, not used to seeing Margot chug a beer, let alone such a strong and thick one. “I’ll take that Scotch now. And do you have anything to eat?” Margot inquired, a slight blush of embarrassment on her face as she processed that she just down a strong and heavy beer. “Well it’s no fancy fusion, but I did just order a pizza before you showed up,” I replied before grabbing a tumbler glass and a bottle of GlenDronach 15 to pour a scotch. “You’re the best, you know that?” she said with a beautiful smile on her angular face as she followed me to the bar cart, heels echoing on the carpet. “Oh come on, you’ve always been there for me over the years too,” I replied, deflecting the complimenting “Not like how you’ve been there for me. You have always been there to pick me back up when inevitably the next jerk breaks my heart. You have always been there for all my lows, you even broke up with that one girlfriend because I needed your support. I don’t know what I did to deserve such an amazing guy,” Margot gushed as she took a deep swig of the Scotch, the beer starting to take effect on her suddenly rosy cheeks. “Please, we both know she and I weren’t going to work out any way. Now how about we go find a show to watch while we wait for the pizza.” “That’s not how I remember it. She was just your type,” Margot teased, a subtle jab at my preference for fuller figured woman. When someone is your best friend for as long as Margot had been mine, you learned what the other at least thought they wanted, and she had learned early on my predilection for larger busts, wider hips, bigger butts, and softer physiques. She had, on several occasions, even served as my wing man with surprisingly great success. “Well it didn’t work,” I stated matter of factly. “Now do we want to pick out a show to watch?” “It didn’t work out because of me, right?” she asked with a mischievous glint in her eyes as she took another healthy sip. “No, of course not. We just didn’t quite see eye to eye on some things,” I remarked, not wanting to admit that Margot had been a key point of contention in that relationship. “Do you know what our problem is? Each other. “For as long as we’ve known one another, there’s always been this tension between us that neither of us has wanted to admit. We’re so great for each other, I honestly don’t even know what I would do without you, and you’ve wanted me for so long, maybe it’s time I finally wisened up to the reality of what an amazing guy you are.” “What are you talking about Margot?” I asked with concern. Chugging the remainder of her Scotch, Margot placed the glass on the counter then undid her trench coat to reveal what I could only assume was the “surprise” Margot had mentioned earlier for her date. Margot wore nothing more than a heart shaped felt bra front that pushed her ample bosom up to maximize cleavage, a trait I had always admired about her that instantly drew your attention in. The rest of the rest of her body was completely exposed except for a thin white strip of panties with little pink hearts on them, fully flaunting her amazing figure from years of working out with strong muscle tone, a flat stomach, and strong muscular glutes. Except, Margot looked softer than I remembered her being from the summer. “I think it’s time we finally do what we should have been doing all along,” Margot teased as she strutted over to me with probably some stupid shocked look on my face. She slipped the beer can out of my hand, knocked her head back, and started chugging my barely touched 16oz can. In doing so, her already highly sought after 36DDs jostled and bounced in the tight top, captivating my attention away from her softened curves. Without any hesitation, Margot closed the gap and pressed herself up to me, grabbing my hands and placing them on her soft, jiggly ass. She then stroked my groin with an amused expression on her face as I was unable to resist her allure, not that I would have wanted to anyway, before masterfully undoing my zipper. For years I had dreamed about us being together, dreamed of the moment when my 10/10 friend might set her eyes on me, but I had never thought that it could be a reality until she grabbed me. “You know, I never did thank you for dumping that girl for me. How about a quick reward before that pizza comes,” she said with a pleading look on her face. God she was irresistible. “Uhh sur-,” was all I could get out before she started and I lost my breath. I guess with fifteen relationships came lots of experience because she was incredible. For several minutes I stood there in pure bliss, watching her hair bounce up and down as she worked me into a frenzy, always pausing right before I was ready. I was way out of my depth with her but she seemed thrilled by it all, positively glowing with pleasure at my pleasure. At long last, I couldn’t hold back anymore and she greedily finished me without hesitation, a mischievous smile on her face as she stood back up with a bounce. “Go figure you have amazing endurance,” Margot remarked with sincerity as she went to get another glass of whiskey. “I was using almost all of my tricks and you still took almost ten minutes. That’s gotta be a record for me. I think we’re going to have a lot of fun together.” Just then, a knock came at the door and without any shame, Margot answered the door in her high heeled boots and underwear to the stunned pizza delivery boy. “Thanks so much,” she sweetly responded as she grabbed the pizza and closed the door. “You umm, have a little something on the edge of your lip,” I politely said after admiring the view of Margot’s figure from afar. “Oh I know,” she stated confidently as she stood at the door with the large pizza in hand, giving me time to admire the subtle changes of her body I hadn’t noticed before. In contrast to her in a bikini bod from the past summer, Margot no longer had any tone across her body at all and even had a slight convex curve to her soft midriff on display. Her breasts also looked fuller than I remembered, ready to burst out of her flimsy top at the slightest of movements. The real surprise though was the small love handles she had on her gently flaring hips, an accumulation of fat that I don’t think Margot had ever had on her divine body. “Now, I don’t know about you but I’m starving and that work earlier tired me out. Do you think you could help feed me this pizza?” Margot innocently begged, being sure to settle her bosom right on top of the box for maximum effect as she gave me her sweetest puppy dog look. Up until that moment, I thought I might have a modicum of resistance to her siren song to stop this from getting out of hand. The problem with having an insanely hot friend who knows all of your preferences and kinks is that they can play you however they want because they know exactly what buttons to push. At that point I was hers, but Margot wasn’t done playing with me just yet. “Oh and can you put in an order for another pizza, I don’t think that this one is going to be enough,” she said with a wink her eye that sent me over the moon. As much as I was now hers, she was also mine. --- “Happy Valentine’s Day babe,” Margot cheered with a bubbling champagne glass in her hand as we chinked, her diamond bands sparkling in the overhead lights of our kitchen. “Happy Valentine’s Day Margot. I love you,” I responded with a goofy grin at my amazing wife. “Can you believe it’s been six years since I finally asked you out?” Margot asked in feigned shock, causing her voluminous bosom to bounce and sway as she placed a plump hand on her bosom. “Oh you asked me out? Is that what happened?” “Yeah, I convinced you to finally be my boyfriend after you finally realized I was what you wanted all along,” she replied, continuing with her alternate story of how that night had gone. “I don’t think I really needed much convincing after you opened up that jacket and you forced yourself onto me,” I teased. “Well I don’t remember hearing any objections, do you? You were at a loss for words,” she said with a wink What an amazing ride it had been since that wild night. Margot had been right from the start, the only thing getting in the way of our happiness and finding the right person had always been us not going for each other. Looking back, I’m not sure how it could have been any more obvious but that was the beauty of experience and hindsight. “No, I think you had me from the moment you walked in upset about that guy who dumped you for that reservation,” I admitted. “About that…he actually dumped me two weeks before Valentine’s day. I just needed you at your most vulnerable and when I knew you would definitely be at home so I could surprise you.” “On…Valentine’s Day?” “Yep. You were a sad little puppy and I knew you would hole up for loneliest day of the year for singles, I just had to make sure I took full advantage of it,” she said with a grin that highlighted her double chin on her once angular face. “Well you definitely took full advantage of my liquor cabinet, fridge, and my food. You nearly drank me dry!” “Well I had been starving myself all day to make sure I had a good appetite and the pizza wasn’t there when I arrived so I had to improvise.” To be honest, Margot had never had a bad appetite as long as I had known her. Perhaps that was another one of the many reasons I had always been drawn to her, besides how insanely hot she was of course. In our six years together since, Margot had been nothing short of a glutton, constantly flexing her stomach to the limit and driving me absolutely wild as she delved into my preferences with reckless abandon. “You ate one and half large pizzas, I don’t think a couple of beers and whiskeys was going to solve that problem!” “I had to show you I meant business,” Margot defended. She most certainly had shown it that night, having her way with me while also doing exactly what I had always fantasized about. But she hadn’t really let up since and I wasn’t about to stop my dream woman from fulfilling my wildest fantasies. The results, of course, were predictable. Margot had once been relatively tall and busty at 5’7 with a good amount of tone that shrunk her body down to further contrast against her prodigious bust. That contrast was now all but gone as years of indulgence had spoiled her rotten with a big soft beach ball belly that stuck out from her body in dominance. Her bust, to its credit, had grown amply as well, providing hefty 36K melons that she constantly highlighted with low cut tops and full bras so they jostled and bounced in front of her to my never ending delight. Not to be out done, her lower half, once firm and enticing, had now filled out to support her, both widening and deepening as her thick thighs rubbed together below her soft shelf. Of course, her slender arms had nearly tripled in thickness and her once stunning face had rounded and softened to give her a more matronly beauty than seductress. To me, she was everything I had ever dreamed of and more. Of course, what I hadn't known at the time was that Margot had already started to slip on a few pounds as we got older and her appetite finally caught up to her. While the thrill of watching a fitness fanatic turn into a big beauty had always been a preference of mine, her starting point was still more than enough for me to revel in. As it turned out, the extra pounds had also been the nail in the coffin for her prior relationship, with the unappreciative jerk seeking out a fitter version as she grew a bit softer instead of supporting her. Maybe Margot was settling for me in a way, maybe she'd just lost her desire to be a stick with boobs, in either case I was more than supportive of my wife to be. “Well I’m glad you did. Now speaking of meaning business, the pizzas are almost here, so how about we get started with our annual tradition,” I naughtily offered. “I thought you would never ask,” Margot replied with a smirk as she chugged her champagne before getting down and using her massive chest to warm me up before going in for the finish. “I love y-” was all I could get out before she had me again. ---- Hope you enjoyed the story. If you're looking for more of my work, feel free to check out my DA: https://www.deviantart.com/flaminghades14
  4. Never read that one before but I can certainly see some parallels! Glad you enjoyed my story.
  5. Had this fun little scene / story bouncing around my head the other day and I just couldn't stop writing it. Not my usual style I don't think but I hope you all enjoy it as much as I enjoyed writing it. Cheers! --- "This is all your fault!" Carol complained as we walked into the bedroom after a night out on a romantic dinner date. "I used to be able to wear heels all night long, stand in line in them, dance in them, even walk a few miles in them. Now, because of what you've done to me, I can barely walk to the table at the restaurant in them because my feet are so swollen that every step hurts," Carol bemoaned as she bent over to unstrap her wedges. For my once lithe, athletic girlfriend, it used to be an effortless task to bend over her nonexistent waist and quickly undo the slender straps on her heels. Even my slender but softened fiance would have barely struggled to bend over and undo her strap. Yet for my hefty wife, the task of bending over far enough with her large belly stopping her in that tight sexy maxi dress was nearly impossible. Reaching a plump, jiggly arm down towards her heels, Carol's already strained olive maxi dress fought back as her stomach rolls pushed on the fabric, restricting her reach to just above her ankles. "Dammit. I can't even undo my own shoes because of you! Get over here and help me out of these infernal things." As I reflected on the evening, walking over to liberate her swollen ankles from the confining straps, it was hard not to be amused by where my wife was placing blame. I wasn't the one who had insisted on going out for a decadent seven course tasting where I stuffed myself full of delectable plate after delectable plate. Nor was I the one who had insisted, after finishing our second bottle of wine for the evening, that we stop by that late night cookie shop and devour a half dozen sweet treats on our ride home. Maybe I was responsible for how Carol partially arrived at her current state and perhaps I had encouraged such gluttonous behavior in the past, but I was in no way culpable for tonight's decisions. Besides, she hadn't needed me to get into those heels at the start of the night, just to get out of them after overfilling her swollen gut. "Thanks babe. Now you better help me get out of this dress too, I feel like an overstuffed sausage in its casing. You're going to have to roll me home if I can ever even squeeze into this again. Now take it off," she demanded with a slightly softer yet firm tone. "Gosh. Can you believe that I used to go out every other night in a tight top and mini skirt. I used to be able to count my abs and have every guy in the club drooling over my hourglass body. I don't even know if I ever paid for a drink in my life since all I had to do was smile and wiggle. I recall you in particular just couldn't get enough of me out at the club, or at the gym. You practically fell over to buy me another drink and always seemed to be nearby when I was working out," Carol reminisced. "I seem to really only recall a lot of sports bras and yoga pants at the gym but I'm pretty sure you were the one constantly trying to workout around me. You even deliberately used to cut me off at the water fountain just bend over and show off that pert ass of yours along with those wide hips from your 'hourglass' figure as you call it," I teased, walking around her far more abundant curves to unhook the top of her dress. "Well before you came along, I had worked hard for years to develop that delightful bubble butt you so adored and those rock hard washboard abs you used to stroke. I don't recall you having anything but nice things to say about me when you weren't too busy drooling. Don't flatter yourself about the water fountain though, I did that trick for all of the boys so don't think you were anything special." "Maybe you did that with them, but you practically shoved your breasts into me every time we went out clubbing. Pretty sure that's how you always got me to buy you free drinks. Especially that one night when you wore those leather pants and leather corset. They were practically tipping you over out of that outfit with how far forward the corset pushed them," I teased, kissing her briefly on the neck as I worked the zipper slowly down her back. Of course, those days of slipping into skin tight leather pants, booty shorts, and yoga pants that accentuated her perky behind, lean muscular thighs, and impressive thigh gap were far behind her. While the mental image of those two floating spheres above shapely muscular legs was still ingrained in my mind, hypnotically bouncing and swaying with each step or beat of the music, it was difficult to overlay that mental image against the reality I was seeing as I unzipped her dress. As the tigut zipper slowly inched it's way down Carol's back, her excess back fat seemed to gradually ooze back out, free of its olive confines. Love handles that occupied space she once never took up jiggled in delight at being freed. There were no muscles on display anymore, but there certainly was a spectacle of a bottom half. All of those years of shaping up her legs and glutes had left a wonderful foundation to grow upon and boy had they grown. Each monumental cheek easily exceeded the width of a basketball with wondrous depth and softness bouncing violently as each cheek escaped its taught olive confines as I fought to pull over their peaks. Not to be outdone by her expansive shelf, Carol's hips had done nothing but widen since those gym days, growing to support her burgeoning figure, leaving me with hardly any material to roll and pull down as I tried to liberate them. To support her growth elsewhere, her once enviable thighs with their admirable thigh gap had been sealed shut by a thick layer of padding, not leaving so much as a hint of their former muscular shape. "I recall my juicy butt more than keeping me balanced," Carol remarked with an earthquake like shake of her derriere as the dress hit the floor. "Though I'm surprised you even remember my delicious body since you were always too busy pumping me full of Long Island ice teas and late night pizzas. No wonder those leather pants don't fit anymore." "I did no such thing!" I protested despite knowing fully well I had done exactly what Carol described. "Sure. And the girls just magically swelled up to Hs from Ds with this gargantuan belly appearing out of nowhere," she retorted, cupping her bra and shaking her deep cleavage violently for emphasis. Waves of violent jiggling echoed across her round sagging belly from the movement before all of her gave a few shakes. "Now that we've cleared up that this is all your fault..." Carol seethed as she struggled to undo her massive bra before finally letting her impressive chest bounce freely as gravity pulled on her hefty melons. "Are you going to at least properly pleasure your poor wife who has had to suffer through another difficult evening being reminded how much she's changed?" With a surprising leap, given her prolific size, Carol crawled to the back of the bed with her inflated ass rippling and bouncing over her equally enthralling thighs and chunky calves. Plopping down to face me, Carol crossed her plump arms over her engorged chest and made as much angry cleavage as she possibly could with a scowl on her double chinned face. "I think you owe me that much." "You know, with all of this blaming and complaining, I thought you might want me to go sign you back up for the gym," I teased, admiring how her large beach ball like belly sat comfortably on top of her incredibly thick thighs, all framed by her wide hips. "Maybe we can get you a personal trainer or see if Grace wants to be your workout buddy again." "Oh absolutely not. I worked far too hard on this figure to let it waste away at some gym!" Carol exclaimed as she spread out her arms, dropping her hefty melons in the process. "I never want to step foot in a gym ever again. The walk to the fridge for ice cream are the only exercise this divine body needs. Besides, Grace is even worse than me after what you and David did to her. Now... are you going to show your sexy whale of a wife how much you love her big fat body or should I go grab those new jumbo silk pajamas you bought me?" Temporarily stunned by the sight of her bouncing chest, I struggled to form a response, ogling their seductive bounce and swing. A naughty smirk broke across Carol's face at my expense. "Can't a man hurry up and pleasure his wife?! Sheesh" she chided, snapping me out of my trance. "I would love to. But first, I thought I'd go get those chocolates covered strawberries from the fridge for you to snack on as we play." "Now you're speaking my language. Getting out of that dress and all of that fit to fat foreplay talk has really worked up my appetite," she said with a beaming grin that showed all three of her chins. "Can you bring up some ice cream too?" "Of course my dear." "...and the whipped cream?" Carol asked with pleading yet playful tone. "Anything for my amazing wife. I love you." "I love you too. Now go get me my treats then pleasure me all night long. A girls got to maintain her peak sexual energy level and physique for her loving husband!"
  6. Hey guys, know it's been a long time since I posted something but I've been slowly trudging through this one for a while and I hope you enjoy it. It's not quite my normal style and is something of an homage to a former sexy coworker of mine but you find it interesting all the same. Apologies if it's a little rougher in its finishing than some of my other works. --- “Jack, sweetie, I don’t think I can eat another bite,” Mandy moaned as she let her silverware clatter onto her recently emptied plate. Leaning back in her chair and loudly exhaling, Mandy desperately tried to relieve some of her latest discomfort stemming from her overstuffed midsection. Like most every night when Jack and Mandy sat down for a meal together, Mandy was treated to a sumptuous feast courtesy of her adoring boyfriend, full of delightful tastes, textures, and flavors that most could never hope to experience. For Mandy, it was the best deal she could have ever hoped for. With Jack being such an incredible cook, coupled with being a man who took great pride in having a spotless kitchen after every meal, Mandy simply had to indulge without worry. In a way, Mandy almost felt guilty for how little she contributed in their relationship sometimes, at least when it came to chores, but she knew that she had her own role to play in their special relationship. “Oh come on babe, you don’t think you could manage even just a few small bites of these brownies I baked for you? They’re your favorite,” Jack replied tempting Mandy by prying a freshly cut brownie chunk from the pan and holding out the decadent, gooey square just in front of her plump pink lips, letting the delightfully chocolate aroma goad her into action. Mandy couldn’t help but grin at the sight of the delectable looking brownie floating mere inches in front of her plump lips, it’s sweet smell filling her nostrils with the tempting promise of chocolate delight, filling her with a newfound warmth and enchanting her forward towards her delicious reward. “Mmmmm, triple chocolate chip brownies,” Mandy cooed as she inched forwards towards the tempting brownie chunk that was teetering precipitously on the slotted spatula, seemingly at risk of falling off at any moment. In a brief flash of perfect white teeth, Mandy lunged for the brownie chunk and fit the whole piece in her mouth while her cheeks puffed out temporarily, happy to accommodate the gooey goodness swarming around her mouth. Almost instantly, a genuine smile broke out across her face as the delectable chocolate warmed her body and sent her blood sugar spiking, a feeling she relished with each sweet bite. While Mandy was lost in her own world, enjoying the rich savory brownie chunk, Jack expectantly drove the spatula back into the tray, prying another gooey piece free to tempt his girlfriend with. For a moment, Mandy simply stared at the new piece as if sizing up a prized pig, studying its every chocolatey inch, scrutinizing its ooze and allowing time for that wonderful odor to fill her nostrils once again and pull her forward out of her more comfortable position. When at last the siren song of the latest brownie piece was too tempting, Mandy struggled forward to cover that last bit of distance and greedily chomp down on the next chunk of brownie. For the next several minutes, Jack and Mandy continued their strange dance as Jack worked hard to pry the next delicious bite free for Mandy to enjoy while she fought her internal demons to lean forward and bite down on the next delectable chunk. Mandy kept up her pace for an admirable amount of time, the rows of brownies slowly falling away like dominos, momentum carrying her forward to the next heavenly bite. Much like a train of dominos, eventually all good things come to an end and Mandy reached her limit with one final bite before crashing back into her chair, resting her hands comfortably on her distended belly. Jack initially tried to further tempt her with one last smaller chunk, seeing if Mandy had truly hit her limit before finally calling it quits for the time being. With no imminent movement coming from the brunette beauty, Jack let his spatula clatter down into the now almost half empty brownie tray with a resounding clack of finality. Even with all of the pushing Jack had done with Mandy over their time together and all of the different times that Mandy had exceeded his expectations, this was perhaps one of her more impressive feats so far in their relationship. “I knew you had it in you,” Jack stated, smiling as he looked at his overly stuffed girlfriend who had yet to move from her relief position, another clear sign of her dietary exertion. “You always know,” Mandy joked with a giggle as she continued to recline in her chair, too stuffed to do anything more than reply to her boyfriend. While the discomfort was always unsettling, particularly the times when she felt herself on the verge of being sick, Mandy had grown to accept discomfort as part of their routine and a temporary side effect of her gluttonous enjoyment. Even before they had started dating, Mandy had always been susceptible to literally biting off more than she could chew, Jack had just found a way to bring it out of her on a more frequent basis, an unspoken sexual kink of his that Mandy was all too happy to embrace if it came with the added benefits of great food, great sex, and relationship stability. Of course, it came with a bit more than that. About 30 pounds more to be specific. To describe Mandy back when they had first met was easy: hips, thighs, and ass. Mandy had possessed, without a shred of doubt in Jack’s mind, one of the all time greatest hips to waist ratios he had ever witnessed. He could still vividly recall the first time that they met during a local kickball game. Mandy had been sitting there by herself, nursing a spiked seltzer at the time, wearing nothing but a pair of skin tight booty shorts and fitted tank top that vaguely resembled the team’s color in case she was called up to kick. On that fateful evening, Jack vaguely remembered throwing down his gym bag on one end of the bench, looking over at the silky haired Brunette as she scrolled through her phone, and becoming instantly blown away by how thick Mandy was. Walking over to introduce himself, Jack recalled being awe struck at just how much space her lower half took up, seeming to eat up the cold metal bench in every direction, spreading out from her waifish waist. Without a shred of doubt, Mandy was a phat ass white girl with the thick thighs to match. He fondly remembered how her shapely hips had spread widely out from her tiny waist, supported by a set of full globular spheres that seemed to push her pencil straight posture even further upwards. It was adoration and lust at first sight, and Jack was determined to chat up this wonderful new creature whom he knew should have been well out of his league. They hit it off wonderfully and were going strong in their conversation when one of Mandy’s friends told her that she would be lead off kicker next inning. Clearly not one for the physical exercise portion of kick ball, Mandy reluctantly got up and began strolling out of the cage towards the plate to kick off the next inning. It was the next series of moments that was the pièce de résistance for Jack. Hypnotized by her wide hips swaying enticingly back and forth while her tall and wide globular cheeks bounced and jiggled with each step, Jack knew that he needed this woman in his life. Watching her walk in those skin tight booty shorts, full lower half on display for all to admire it’s entire bouncing bounty, Jack couldn’t even attempt to peel his eyes away from her ass, getting sucked into the gravitational pull of her seductive sway. And that was before Mandy kicked the ball. Taking an awkward un-athletic stance and then whacking the ball strangely off her foot, Mandy ran half heartedly towards first base, taking Jack’s entire heart with her as she bounced and shook on her short journey to the bag. Unsurprisingly, with a sand bag bottom like Mandy possessed, she held no chance of ever making it to base, but the show had cemented Jack’s adoration of her for eternity. He even specifically remembered being the first one to greet her at the dugout with a water bottle in hand to help her recover from her exertion, guiding her to a comfy spot on the bench while admiring each bouncing step as he did so, positively enamored with the slender beauty. The Mandy presently in front of Jack was a far cry from the big bottomed beauty who had bounced her way to the bag. In full honesty, he highly doubted if she could even run the 90 feet to first base anymore the way she had changed since. Between her lax attitude towards life and unbridled thirst, Mandy possessed a lot of what Jack wanted out of a girlfriend and potential wife: someone who was not afraid to be her authentic self and enjoy all that life has to offer. It was that same attitude which Mandy would be the first to admit had been her figure’s downfall. Not being one to shy away from a good meal and never one to overly worry about her appearance, Mandy had practically grown up to eat out of the palm of Jack’s hand to explosive results. After moving past their initial dating phase, Jack had been persistent in pushing her to eat and she had been all too happy to oblige, greedily indulging in decadent meals and never shying away from dessert regardless of her condition. Before long, her greed had come at the price of a new pair of love handles and slightly softened middle, an almost imperceptible paunch that ever so slightly peaked over her already taxed waistbands. That, of course, was no deterrent to one as voluptuous and gluttonous as Mandy. Instead of dragging her thick but still relatively slender body to the gym, she went straight to an all you can eat buffet with Jack and never gave it so much as a second thought. The results, as you could imagine, were predictable. Mandy’s already wide hips, the base of her incredible body, seemed to have only gone further outward, broadening her to the point of spewing off most narrower chairs and forcing her to turn sideways in tight hallways. What little space that had once existed between her thighs quickly was gobbled up as her lower half expanded to support her as a round layer of smooth fat under her skin encased her thick muscles. In the blink of an eye, that relentless diet and unspoken agreement to indulge in Jack’s desires had quickly begun piling onto her lower half. Yet, the magic of Mandy, her illustrious allure, had always been her slender waist on top of such a tantalizing bottom heavy physique. While her bottom had unsurprisingly filled out, it was her upper half that had undergone the real change. Her once svelte waist that had seemingly floated off of her phat bottom quickly inflated into a spare tire, stretching clothes and expanding to spread into her lap while being supported by a solidified set of love handles. In comparison to hefty lower half, her waist paled in comparison and still alluded to her once more slender form, but her chunky arms, rounding face, and soft jiggle with each step were a testament to how the kickball jogging Mandy of old was nothing but a distant memory. In spite of all her growth, never once had Mandy expressed any remorse as her arms had cased in jiggly fat, as her once angular chin rounded and began multiplying, or as her bottom tore through pants at an alarming rate. So long as Jack did his part to treat her right and stay honest with her, she would continue to reciprocate her actions in the way that most fulfilled his desires. With a deep exhale, Mandy reopened her eyes, a new mischievous gleam shining as she looked up at Jack with a naughty smile. Having been previously lost in her thoughts as she slowly digested her feast, Mandy had returned the present with a new hunger in spite of the pain in her abdomen. “You know sweetie, those brownies are awfully hard to fit in my stomach, but I think I still want some ice cream,” she said with a grin, lifting her wide bottom out of her seat and slowly sashaying in the direction of the bedroom. Like magic, the hypnotic pull of each of her inflated cheeks bobbing, bouncing, and jiggling as the crescendoing waves of her wide hips smacked against some invisible wall before shifting in the other direction with each tectonic step, instantly enchanting Jack. Instantly aroused and rapidly elevating to a new level, Jack watched his wide bottomed girlfriend disappear into the bedroom with one last expectant glance at him. Jack practically fell over himself sprinting into the kitchen to grab a tub of ice cream for his dearly beloved, visions of fuller hips, larger and deeper cheeks, and a filled out pair taking over his mind as he followed Mandy into the bedroom for some more eating, and their other favorite activity. Both of them, in their own way, along for the ride.
  7. Awesome story! Really loving the small town set up and rich characters. Hope we get to see more of this one.
  8. Thank you for the praise and glad to hear that I was able to bring the images to life with good descriptions. I tried to keep it realistic so for better or for worse, that meant her outrageous curves losing their power.
  9. I have actually toyed with the idea!
  10. Glad you liked it!
  11. I was in love with Sandra Rodriguez from the moment that I laid eyes on her during my first day of work. She was practically the image of perfection in every single way. An intelligent woman who certainly did not lack in confidence or a sense of humor, Sandra’s wit was only matched by her unbelievable beauty and sex appeal. Sandra was unlike any woman that I had ever encountered, such a stunning beauty and yet so confident and powerful at the same time, she made every other woman seem dull and uninteresting. Standing at only 5’3”, although it was almost guaranteed that Sandra was wearing 3”+ heels and always adorning unbelievable form fitting skirts, blouses, pants, and breathtaking dresses, Sandra was a compact powerhouse. An absolutely stunning latina with a radiant tan complexion and flawless skin, she looked every bit like a model with full pouty lips, heartwarming chocolate brown eyes that betrayed her inner kindness, and a stunning white smile that looked like something out of a dental catalogue. She was perfection embodied, and that was just her gorgeous face. From afar, if one was ever so lucky as to be able to admire her from afar, Sandra’s most dominant set of features was almost always visible: her wide set of hips and round bubble butt. No woman in my life had a set of hips quite like Sandra’s as they spread out from her relatively slender waist, supported of course by nice thick thighs that helped keep her hips and unbelievable spherical ass up; it was quite the treat to behold their perfect curvature almost like that so closely resembled two sides of a round sphere. Her ass, truthfully, was no joke in and of itself. Given the full width of her full hips to spread across, each of her monolithic butt cheeks seemed to spread into and strain even her loosest fitting dresses, a pair of juicy bubbles that swayed and bounced as if entirely of their own accord. From afar, Sandra was truly mesmerizing. Up close, assuming one was able to ever break away from her breathtakingly beautiful face and let their eyes happily slide down past her neck, they would be greeted by a pleasantly full cleavage that Sandra had no qualms with frequently showing off, or at least teasing, in the office. Those perky puppies were delightfully full and helped to round out her otherwise bottom heavy physique. In fact, they were so large that virtually every blouse Sandra wore looked to be straining against the might of their hefty weight. From afar, they might not have been the most unbelievable feature on her divine body, but up close, there was hardly a straight man in the office who didn’t consistently struggle to maintain eye contact with them bouncing around. Truth be told, Sandra really only had one flaw of note: the giant diamond ring resting on her left ring a finger, a sign of her commitment and love to a man that was the envy of every man in the office and many a passerby. While the ring did symbolize that Sandra, who was admittedly several years my senior, was off limits from a dating perspective, it didn’t deter me in the slightest from crushing on her in every other way possible when given the opportunity. My biggest problem with Sandra, however, was not that my dreams and fantasies of stealing her away to be my future misses were nothing more than a pipe dream, or that she was several years older than me, or that I likely would one day be a stare or two away from an HR report, but that her very presence distracted me in the worst kind of way. Any town hall within the organization or larger group meeting meant that I more likely than not would have the opportunity to admire Sandra’s striking beauty from across the room that ultimately resulted in me getting lost in a haze of lust filled fantasies. Unable to tear my eyes away from her as she shifted her wobbly bottom in her seat or stretched her back which pushed her already taxed blouse even further forward, I was perpetually mesmerized by her unbelievable power. I was so enamored with her that I might as well have just been watching the Sandra Rodriguez show on TV because I wasn’t absorbing any information when she was around. To make matters worse, executives within our company had decided that a peer mentoring program would help new hires deal with transitioning into the organization, a probably foolish notion, but one I wasn’t entirely against once I learned my dedicated mentor was none other than Ms. Rodriguez herself. Trying to maintain any semblance of work related conversation was, at least for me, extremely difficult. I consistently found it nearly impossible for my feeble brain to stay focused on any task with the seductive Sandra sitting next to me. With her wide hips practically pressing against me as they spread out from her chair, her thick thighs squeezing together in tight bottoms, her bountiful bosom constantly straining bras and blouses with abandon, and her strong watermelon scented perfume wafting into my nostrils each and every time we discussed my assimilation to the company culture and role, it was a marvel that I was ever able to focus at all with such a plethora of distractions constantly calling for my attention, and even more surprising that I didn’t wind up talking to HR. With my focus constantly strained to its limit and failing at best, I was eternally grateful that Sandra didn’t seem to mind too much that both my eyes and my mind would wander on a frequent basis. Perhaps she was just so accustomed to the effect that she had on the male cohort that she had come to accept that it was just the impact that she had, or maybe she just simply had relinquished the fact that there was nothing that she could do to get our attention and simply had to wait patiently until we came back into focus. No matter what anyone might say about her and the numerous wonderful qualities both physically and emotionally, her patience with the male cohort, especially, may have been her most impressive feature of all. Fortunately for me, with some significant deliberate practice and a slightly less revealing winter wardrobe in the mix, I was able to gradually build up some degree of immunity to her latin charm and began to slowly stay more attentive during our meetings. By the six month mark, I no longer struggled externally or internally to maintain a flowing conversation with my mentor and we even, much to my delight, formed something of an office level friendship. Sure I wasn’t fully immune to her charm, bouncing breasts, swaying hips, bubbly booty, heart melting smile, and overall stunning beauty, but I at least was somewhat able to get past it in small doses. Just never expect my eyes to move off of her poetic body in motion should she be walking by and I can enjoy her from afar. Things were starting to really go well for me, both in terms of my work quality, as well as my budding friendship with Sandra, something truly out of my dreams. Then, rather unexpectedly, the company decided to throw me a curve ball, or rather, a curvy woman. With the market and business constantly changing, the company had decided that about six months into my role, it was time for a massive restructure of the organization. On paper it made a lot of sense to reorganize the business units to capitalize on some emerging opportunities, drive efficiencies across units, and trim the fat so to speak. In reality, it meant things were shaking up on a personnel level, and while my role was perfectly stable, my dear Sandra found herself moving into a wonderful new role for her, but horrible for me: as my new boss. At first I was positively thrilled for her. It was great to see that the company was recognizing her incredible intellect, passion, commitment, and ability to likely leverage a mountain of neglected sexual harassment charges to finally earn a well deserved promotion. There was no question that she was the complete package and would make a wonderful manager for most people, but I wasn’t most people. The thought of having to go to constant meetings with her, be evaluated by her for feedback, have more frequent check-ins and daily conversations with her positively terrified me. While it would certainly be a treat to watch her wobble and bounce around in between meetings, having conversations with her and spending countless hours on projects together made me nervous about maintaining my focus around her, to say the least. From our very first meeting, it was clear that Sandra was just as nervous about her new role as I was. Her concerns, in all likelihood, were not based upon the same issues that I was worried about, but it was evident on her smooth and beautiful face that she was already stressed about her new role. Never before had I seen her wearing a genuine frown or even the occasional scowl on her usually cheerful face and her traditionally positive and upbeat attitude seemed to wane ever so slightly. Even her usual saunter down the hallway that accented her wonderful curves quickly evolved into a more efficient and purposeful walk, assuming she even had time to get up from her desk to go for a walk. That constant demand of work, answering e-mail, sitting in on conference calls or meetings, and cramming in all of the other essential tasks in between meant that delightful wiggle that the office had come to know and love didn’t make much of an appearance once it was promoted. Over the first few weeks, it became quickly evident that Sandra was practically at her limit with her workload, and as she slaved away to get everything done, she quickly began neglecting her nutrition to compensate. Because Sandra never had enough hours in the day, her once consistent staple of a daily salad with thoughtful nutritious snacks to maintain her shapely figure soon became a thing of the past. Now that she was constantly being pulled in a million different directions, Sandra rarely had the time to run down to the cafeteria and grab a salad, relying on either a generous soul to grab her a sandwich, or making do with whatever snacks were available that a pitying admin would begrudgingly provide, typically some form of candy they had lying around or leftover chips and desserts from a lunch meeting. Hardly the nutritious and well balanced meals that had previously allowed Sandra to keep her sumptuous physique in top form. For a time, I thought nothing of the impact that this sudden shift in work lifestyle would have on my new boss. She gave off the appearance that everything was fine, in spite of how busy she was, and her curves were certainly distracting enough to prevent anyone from noticing anything out of the ordinary. But like all good things, they must come to an end, and those first fateful signs of impending changes began to manifest themselves on her divine physique. It quickly became impossible to miss the changes to figure, at least for those of us who adored her powerful physique on a daily basis. The first time I noticed any changes to my office love was towards the final dregs of winter on an unseasonably warm day. Sandra had donned what was perhaps my favorite of all of her tasteful outfits, a form fitting red dress with a solid black belt that cinched her waist, accenting her wide flaring hips and bulbous behind, while also showing how prodigious her ample bust was by tightening her stomach behind the belt. As she sat down with me for our weekly one on one check in, her dress made the usual groaning noises as her breasts pressed against the top half while her hips and ass squeezed firmly against the constraints of her creaking lower half, spreading comfortably onto her seat and straining the fabric to its limits. On that fateful day, however, there was an additional note to her symphony of abundance, an ever so slight popping noise as one of the stitches somewhere gave way to her full figured body. In spite of turning almost as red as her dress, Sandra played it off as if nothing had happened and did her best to stay professional, yet I was all but certain that I had heard the popping noise. As someone who was notorious for wearing form fitting professional attire that slightly pushed the boundaries of what was work appropriate, I’d heard rumors of previous instance when Sandra had popped a button or split her pants. While mostly nothing more than office gossip, the usually restrictive attire that she wore certainly left little to the imagination and certainly made it seem more than plausible that she had on various occasions ripped her outfits. As I sat there, I was more than optimistic that and was optimistic that I might have finally been held witness to one such event where Sandra’s office attire failed to contain her bodacious body. Almost instantly, my mind assaulted with countless images of tearing her out of her attire, watching her wobble down the hall with her panties exposed, or even just delightfully showing some additional leg or cleavage. As my mind raced away, my focus instantly dropped as the curiosity and lust gnawed at my conscious. Somehow, surely beyond my understanding, Sandra managed to continue on with our meeting as if nothing had happened, leaving me with no opportunity to scan every inch of her visible body to find the source of the tear. At long last, an opportunity came forward as she turned to use her monitor and like a wolf hungrily searching for prey, my eyes shot over her delicious curves with sexual hunger and lust pumping through my body. Unsurprisingly, the source of the popping was not to be found, at least not in her current position, but I did notice for the first time that her usually flat belt that comfortably settled in front of her slim waist had a slight bit of fat pressing against it. While nothing alarming, it was certainly surprising to see that the ultra curvaceous Latina had some unexpected new weight settling on her otherwise immaculate figure. Sure, it was only a minor blemish on her striking figure, but I had a sneaking suspicion that it was the first signs of a significant change for the stunning Latina. While I never was able to locate which of her seams had given way that day, the constant groans of her already form fitting attire soon became a common symphony around the office. Each bounding step she took led to a squeak, every time she sat leading to a groan from her constrained skirts, and there was the constant creaking of her constrained bra as she constantly shifted around. For a time it was heaven, almost genuine music to many an ear with her abundant curves pushing her attire to its absolute limit and Sandra seemingly operating in naivety about some newly settled softness to her figure. With such divine curves, it was certainly understandable that Sandra could have written it off as just an additional bit of growth, but as time progressed, and her formerly toned physique began to slowly slip away to longer hours and late nights in the office, it quickly became more of a question of when something would really give. Give was of course an interesting term since her clothing quickly lacked any of it as the pounds began to accumulate throughout the springtime. At first, it had been thrilling to watch as her wide hips widened ever so slightly, her bust practically burst out of any bra and blouse or dress she threw on, and her delicious booty began to don an exciting extra jiggle and violently shook with each bouncing step. Yet, those delightful changes soon were overshadowed by the soft midsection she was rapidly developing, no longer able to hide it or the accompanying love handles helped to balance out her growing front. Truthfully, the gain likely wasn’t that significant numerically, probably only 20 pounds or so. When you consider how 20 pounds gets dispersed across such a compact and curvaceous woman, however, it quickly became evident that those first few accentuating pounds were the outlier and not the norm with her once flat stomach taking the brunt of the development. To perhaps make matters even worse for Sandra was her inability to hide the the newly developed curves. So accustomed to wearing clothing that was so flattering to her formerly divine figure, it seemed that she was struggling with the concept of selectively flattering attire as her once delightful outfits began to unintentionally display her new, softer curves for the whole office to see. At the rate that she seemed to be gaining weight, it seemed more than likely that her constantly struggling wardrobe would soon be a thing of the past as she either tore it all, or outgrew it. For a time, it was a lot of fun to watch as her clothes tightened, as she developed those first softening curves and as my office goddess turned into a mortal, albeit a stunning and deliciously curvy one at that. Then I realized that her once gravitational pull and ability to constantly gather all male attention was waning, and with it, my own attention. Her magical sway that had once kept every male pair of eyes glued to her tight and bouncing ass now was hardly earning her more than a cursory glance before returning to the work at hand, having softened just enough to lose its buoyancy. That once persuasive pair of breasts she had leveraged countless times to negotiate or distract, while certainly fuller, seemed far less inviting and powerful when pushed up by a soft roll underneath and sagging slightly. Even her stunning beautiful and angular face, still naturally warm and beautiful, had begun to soften and round out in a slightly less flattering way, accentuating chubbier cheeks. Apparently the guys of the office were not the only ones who were disappointed and disenchanted with the once stunning Latina. I will never forget when I came into the office on a Sunday to get a bit of work done, knowing that the upcoming week was going to be chaotic, and was stunned to find my boss sitting in her office crying. Knocking gently on the door, Sandra practically jumped out of her seat in surprise and stared up at me with bright red puffy eyes, tears streaking down her still beautiful face. It was as she moved her hands away from her face that I noticed for the first time a certain piece of jewelry was no longer adorning her ring finger. For some unfathomable reason, Sandra’s fiance had called off their engagement and Sandra had run off to hide in the office to wallow in her sorrows. I imagined at that point I was about the last person on earth Sandra had ever wanted to see short of her former partner, but I also recognized that I at least needed to do something chivalrous. Over the next 45 minutes on that fateful day, I sat there and comforted my boss, providing her with tissues and comforting hugs as she bawled her eyes out. It was strange on multiple levels, comforting my boss and a much older woman, but then also having a former dream come to fruition in many ways. I’d never hoped, let alone dreamed, that I’d ever gain a soft embrace from her, yet there I was holding her as she cried, her delightful bosom and abundant curves pressing against me. Surprisingly, I wasn’t as excited as I would have once been. Maybe it was the tears, perhaps the circumstances, or the fact she simply wasn’t the woman I had first fallen in love with, but I was more worried about Sandra my boss than the fantasy that had been swirling around my mind about the office hottie for the past year. After finally calming Sandra down enough to get her back into a reasonably emotional state, I suggested we do the only thing that seemed appropriate in the moment: go to the bar. On another day, this too would have been a dream for me given Sandra was wearing nothing but Spandex that left literally nothing to the imagination as her pants encased her thick thighs, while the poor fabric struggled to contain her burgeoning cheeks. Up top, her straining sports bra and low cut tank top highlighted a rather generous amount of cleavage that exceeded her allowed office amount by a generous cut. In what should have been a heavenly fantasy scenario for me, it was hard not to notice how much thicker and softer Sandra’s arms had gotten and her burgeoning belly that now rested gently on her thighs. Six months ago, I would have counted myself the luckiest man alive as we made our way to the bar near the office and I got to admire her form in a fitting, unrestrictive outfit, but now, it just seemed to further reinforce how far from her once otherworldly hourglass she had become. As if to reinforce the point, I was soon beheld to the spectacle of watching Sandra knock back beers and tequila while devouring thousands of calories of food with ease. There was no remorse in her appetite, and it was clear that she was spiraling out of control with each sip and bite. I couldn’t help but feel that it seemed doubtful we’d ever see the return of the hot office latina, particularly if that was how she comfort ate. While I had done my best in the moment to help Sandra, it quickly became clear that the damage went far deeper than what could be overcome in a moment with a few drinks and food. Over the next two months, I watched Sandra positively explode as she worked harder than ever, ate even worse than ever, and from what others around the office murmured, frequented the bar after work at an alarming rate versus her slimmer self. The damage, of course, was exactly what one would expect of someone who had spiraled downwards without any control over their life. As I walked into Sandra’s office one Monday morning in the late fall, I was surprised to see that she had suddenly gone ahead and packed up all of her decorations supplies. At first I had been curious if she had been promoted or moved to another group, she had certainly been working hard enough to earn either a lateral or vertical move, but I quickly realized those were not the typical inter office moving crates. To add to my confusion, Sandra was not sitting at her chair cranking away on work as I typically found her. Even with the remainder of her stuff all around me, I foolishy I began to panic that she might have left without even saying goodbye. Then I heard a polite tap of nails on the door and spun around to find her standing there with a sad smile on her face. Examining the Latin woman in front of me, it would have been nearly impossible to believe that she was the same woman who had once commanded office attention with her incredible curves and inspired countless office fantasies. Wearing a simple red dress with a plunging neckline that shamelessly promoted perhaps her only still comparable asset, Sandra had clearly packed on the pounds in the final few months of her time at the office and the dress did nothing to disguise that fact. Long gone was that unbelievable hourglass shape that had been lusted over by many, distracted every male brain within a 100 yard radius, and commanded attention with the slightest of movements or a hint of a bounce. Replacing it was perhaps a far more mundane and corpulent form that one would expect of an out of shape short woman. While still certainly unbelievably large, the jiggles that had once been so enticing had multiplied to match her substantially increased and swelling cheeks, but not in the toned and bubbly ways that had been electrifying to behold. Front and center no longer was her prominent chest, forced to play second fiddle to her pendulous belly with a roll clearly pressing against the fabric and straining it in ways that her wide hips and juicy derriere had once done, but in a far less flattering manner. While still certainly large in their own right, her once perky pair had begun to sag and spread, relying on strong bras and good cuts to be flattering in spite of their larger size instead of their former perkiness. Supporting all of this central growth were her noticeably wider and much less shapely hips, having lost their sharper curves to accommodate the necessary extra weight she had accumulated. Of course, those hips were also needed to make up for her thick thighs, once strong a lean, now thick trunks that rubbed together with each waddling bounce. Sandra smiled at me as I eyed her over one last time, a smile that had once melted my heart but now only served to highlight her double chin and round facial features. In many ways, she was still beautiful, but her added softness and lack of confidence had done a number to once strikingly beautiful face. After a brief embrace and Sandra confirming that she was leaving the company for a new and exciting opportunity elsewhere, I wished her the best and offered to generously help her move her boxes to the car. In many ways, I was still excited for her since she was clearly excited by this new opportunity and seemed to be going to a better place for her. In the back of my mind, I was secretly hoping that her new office might reinvigorate the old Sandra to reclaim her old figure, but after disheartening lapse and expansive figure, I suspected there would never be a return to that office siren with whom I had fallen in love with. We walked down the hall and out to her car, during which time I had the distinct honor of watching her fat behind wobble and jiggle uncontrollably, overlaying a mental image of how those once tight buns used to bounce and shake so delightfully. It was hard to miss how no one would rise up out of their cubes to watch her go, as had been common practice in her former days, and no one was caught taking an extra long sip of coffee to watch those globular balls of excess flesh jiggle and bounce. How times had changed. At long last, I placed the last of her boxes in the back of her Lexus SUV, a recent purchase coming out of her promotion that may well have been the only thing she’d bought in the last year that still could comfortably contain her full figured. We gave one final embrace as she thanked me for all of my hard work, my understanding, and for always being there. In a strange way, as we embraced and her abundant curves squished against me, I could have sworn that I found myself still getting vaguely aroused, a testament to how voluptuous she had always been, how powerful her sexual aura was, and how strong my lasting desires were with her. She gave me a parting peck on the cheek, a heart warming smile that was perhaps even a little flirtatious, and then leveraged her way into her plus driver seat. One final wave and she was off, soon to become a distant memory in my mind, a former coworker whom we both knew I would likely never see again. In that moment, as I reflected upon our time together and how great of a boss she had been, I found myself genuinely missing her, fat behind and all. It was a tough feeling, saying goodbye to a good friend and lustful flame, and I wasn’t quite sure how I would handle the void that had suddenly emerged within me. Then I heard the clack of stilettos on the concrete as a graceful young figure strutted past me, my eyes being pulled into her stunning gravitational pull. There was the brief glimpse of a straining blouse working to contain a pair of delightfully full breasts that playfully bounced as she strolled past me, only for her hypnotic pair of tight bouncing spheres to draw me further in. How on earth her overburdened gray pencil skirt contained all of that wonderful spherical flesh was beyond me, but in an instant, I felt excitement stirring within my as my blood pressure spiked and the parting image of Sandra leaving the office was all but forgotten as I admired my new office love. Perhaps things wouldn’t be so bad after all.
  12. The Precipice of Excess Enjoy a life of self indulgence, and assume it comes with no consequences. That was how Laura had chosen to live her life, and in spite of her imprudent lifestyle, it had worked out pretty well for her. In high school, while most of her friends were busy participating in tons of extracurricular activities to pad their college applications, Laura had been busy dealing with her own version of extracurriculars, in a manner of speaking. It involved less clothing than most all other extracurricular activities. A lot less clothing. And in her case, it was a collaborative activity with a member of the opposite sex. At that point in time, Laura was far more selective with whom she wanted to intimately “work out” with, opting almost exclusively for the largest guy in her grade, a 6’6” defensive linemen who was a grown man as a freshman and only continued to bulk up throughout their years together. While they were technically together throughout high school by most people’s definition, Laura had always struggled with traditional definitions of relationships and associations. In her mind, she had viewed their relationship as an intimate friendship with robust benefits, along with some public displays of physical attraction. Dating, in her mind, was too restrictive, even if by just about any and every definition of the term, she had been dating him.This emotional freedom enabled Laura to shamelessly participate in her second most extra curricular activity behind sex: flirting and seduction.As Laura bloomed entering high school, it was hard not to notice the 5’4 blonde with big lips, piercing blue eyes, and incredibly perky 36Ds that pushed any and all of her tops to the limits. While the rest of her body was relatively lean, she was not a lucky winner of a true hourglass, with only a minor curve for a butt and practically no muscle tone across her body, particularly around her waist. Regardless of some of her potential physical shortcomings, her striking beauty and divine rack quickly captivated the attention of most all of the school’s the male population from the seniors down to the poor freshman who could only stare uncontrollably at her in all of their classes together, unable to restrain themselves. Within only a few weeks of strolling down the halls, all of this unbridled attention had begun to exponentially augment her confidence, fueling her already inflated ego from being the daughter of one of the richest men in an already wealthy town, and leading to some less than kind words from upperclassmen behind her back. Recognizing the power of her relatively inadvertent disruptive behavior, better known as her physical presence, Laura decided to lock herself down and remove any concerns of stealing someone’s boyfriend, girlfriend (not that it was her thing but she appreciated the admiration), secret love interest, or just fun fling. At least, that was the external projection she planned to put out. Ever one for the excess and desire to find someone as desirable as herself, she ultimately selected the big muscle man she would ‘date’ for the coming four years. That strategic move helped to dissipate most all of the sexual tension she generated around the school, not that she didn’t sight the occasional boner tucked underneath athletic shorts if she caught someone staring at her, but it was generally believed she would only be nothing but a classroom daydream. As news gradually spread about her exclusivity, other than a passing glance, she began receiving less attention from her peers, though it had allowed her to properly enter the popular group, now that there was theoretically no tension between her and the other members. In spite of that, Laura did not take kindly to her dwindling attention, craving to still be the focus of the school and have the opportunity to ‘play’ with the boys. Ever the cynosure, Laura made it a point to start wearing outfits that tastefully (read: school appropriate) flaunted her bust, and it worked almost too effectively to the disdain of her female peers. Any time she made so much as a move, every pair of male eyes eagerly gazed in her direction in hopes of a glimpse of a view of her canyon of cleavage, excessively jiggling and shaking, or even just to hear the groan of her blouses that fought to contain her mammoth mammaries. No one would ever make a sexual approach towards her, either inside or outside of school, for fear of getting their skull crushed in by her boyfriend, but Laura commanded attention. Still, it was not satisfying enough to her that her every movement be watched by every boy in every class she took. No, Laura wanted something more engaging. So it became that Laura was the dream lab partner for any science project as she would always rest her chest on the lab counter, make sure to show her cleavage, and constantly ‘accidentally’ brush her partner with her chest as she reached for something. Every man wanted to be her partner, and no one was ashamed to admit. It was this behavior that ultimately enlightened Laura into her second favorite activity: flirting and seduction. The thrill of teasing a guy, beguiling them into playing along with her confident yet flirtatious attitude, leading them down a twisting emotional path was a game she positively loved. While she was still loyal to her hunk of muscle, Laura loved to play coy with some of the attractive, or even less attractive boys at the school, leading them on in the secret hope of somehow stealing her away from her ‘boyfriend.’ For three years, this playful teasing, flirting, and slight touching of the male cohort of the school satisfied her adrenaline rushes. Senior year, however, was different. Laura had grown bored of her large play thing, as intimate as she seemed to be with him and greatly enjoyed his tremendous physique, it just wasn’t stimulating enough for her, even after they had finally hit the magic 18 mark and upped the ante. She had this itch to explore, to branch out, to experience new and different sexual experiences than what he could supply. One night, Laura was naughtily flirting with one of the stars of the basketball team, a not uncommon practice since Laura’s flirty behavior was well known at this point, but a few shots of tequila pushed her towards a level of sexual confidence she had not achieved previously. Laura, dressed in a recently too tight tank top, having just grown out of 36DD bras, was shamelessly flaunting her cleavage and soaking up the attention he was paying her. Much like puddy in a child’s hand, Laura could barely get his eyes to break away from her monumental cleavage as even her breathing lead to slight jiggles and she would start to play with him by ‘accidentally’ pushing up her breasts or keeping her beer on the ground so that she would have to bend down and grab it. After she brushed against his thigh on the way down for her beer, Laura could tell she had him by the balls, at first metaphorically, but by the end of the night, literally. In her slightly drunken exuberance and with a body that was enraptured by a high degree of sexual hormones, Laura subtly patted his male parts through the jeans he was wearing and gave a flirtatious wink signaling that she had come to play. Ever one for theatrics however, Laura excused herself to the bathroom, only to pull out her phone and take a selfie with cleavage pushed up as high as possible, straight to his phone. It took her drunken classmate of all of 5 seconds to bound up the stairs and practically knock down the bathroom door. Where her prior sexual partner had always been gentle so as not to crush her, her new play thing was far more aggressive and attentive to her wondrous curves, and Laura positively reveled in his sexual attention to her. Yet, it wasn’t just the attention that she was paying her that had become such a joy to her, or the physical intimacy that came from a new man, but Laura found herself positively addicted to the art of seduction. She was hooked on it like nothing before. While Laura at first maintained an air of innocence about the event and knew her co-conspirator would remain quiet about their previous activity, the feeling of the attention he had provided her with was unshakeable. Over the rest of her senior year, Laura found this new secret game of seduction positively invigorating, even when she typically passed on the sex. The simple thrill of having someone else handle her breasts, kiss her lips, massage her shoulders and cater to her every need, all in secret, was magical.It was with equal parts excitement and disappointment that Laura graduated from high school and moved onto a large state university where she could truly unleash hell, but had to unsaddle herself from her four year ‘boyfriend.’ While in truth, she was not even slightly saddened by the end of their relationship, she was upset to lose that extra sensual tension she had eagerly experienced with a select few from her high school throughout senior year. This was not to say that she hadn’t appreciated her ‘boyfriend,’ but she had recognized that she had outgrown him and that it was time to move on without any hard feelings. That was of course, before the queen of her high school set her eyes on a new goal: becoming the queen of her university. Her conquest started out on the right foot, with her bid to join the de facto hottest sorority on campus. While never one to enjoy labels or automatic associations, nor the steep competition that a sorority chocked full of mind bending hotties, the benefits of direct access to the most attractive male cohorts on campus, the answer books, the parties, and the social connections that came from it were ultimately enough to convince her to join. It also certainly helped that she never paid a cent of her dues, thanks to her father’s desire to cater to his daughter every whim.It was during these four, crucially formative years, that Laura solidified her belief that one should fully enjoy a life of self indulgence, and assume it comes with no consequences.Starting right out of the gates after orientation week, Laura found herself at one of the large frat parties with a small but growing group of friends among her sorority sisters and without any hesitation shot gunned the first beer handed to her and then downed a funnel in under a minute, shocking all of her new sisters. The trend only continued from there as the party started to pick up, with a young Laura going shot for shot with some of the larger men at the party as they licked their lips in anticipation of seeing if they could bag this insanely hot freshman. While Laura didn’t remember the remainder of her night, she had some amazing photos taken by her sorority sisters including one of her with a slice of pizza in one hand, a handle of vodka in the other as she sat on the couch in only her bra and panties. That was only her first weekend on campus. Like a rampage, Laura swept through the party scene at an unprecedented rate, seemingly perpetually drunk through the entire first month of her semester unless she was in class or at a sorority pledging function. It didn’t take her long to establish her reputation as the female equivalent of a machine, known for being able to handle impressively large quantities of alcohol and feeling little to no effect. Much to the chagrin of most of her salad eating sorority sisters, Laura also was infamous for late night binges and devouring anything and everything at the dining hall.On more than one occasion she had gone back for seconds, or even thirds where most of her sisters could barely think about finishing one plate on their tray for fear of gaining weight. Yet, unlike her two actual sisters, her mother, and seemingly all of her sorority sisters judging by the amount of complaints they had about what drinking does to their figure, Laura’s body remained unchanged. She essentially maintained her physique as a floating pair of 36Gs with a body attached in order to make sure gravity didn’t shoot them straight down.There was one night in particular, towards the end of her freshman year on campus when Laura and her sorority sisters had come back from a night out, switched to more comfortable attired, and ordered a late snack of a couple of pizzas, breadsticks, and a free 2 liter of soda. With most of the girls still fairly drunk, they hadn’t realized just how much food they had ordered until it arrived. None of them wanted the greasy food once it had arrived, each taking their obligatory slice or a breadsticks, but they all chugged their water and soon retired for the evening, leaving an entire pie uneaten. With seemingly no one else up for the task, Laura dug in with gusto, methodically eating the pizza slice by slice and washing it down with the soda. For several minutes she drunkenly gorged on each greasy, meat, vegetable, and cheese laden slices, blissfully enjoying the delicious blend of sauce, cheese, and toppings as she consumed without inhibition. It was such a delight for her that the usually classy Laura failed to notice the occasional drop of cheese or slice of pepperoni that fell into her exposed bosom that went unprotected by her deep v-neck sleep shirt. At long last, even with the magic of alcohol removing any restraint that Laura mentally may have had, she had to throw in the towel with one slice left, and a very bloated stomach pressing up against her shirt.Laura’s roommate soon came back to the lounge area, wondering what had become of her wild roommate, only to be met by the sight of Laura’s indulgence. The soda bottle lay on it’s side, mostly drained of its contents while the pizza box sat open, that final piece still taunting Laura who had passed out on the floor in a food coma. As if that were not enough of a sight, Laura’s distended stomach stuck out straight in the air, having forced her shirt up to accommodate it’s expanded mass. Any normal woman would have been mortified at the sight of such a bloated stomach, but Laura’s breasts still dwarfed the new curve on her body and almost made it seem insignificant. Her roommate, not one to be surprised by Laura’s ability to consume just about anything, simply shrugged and left her there in the lounge. Laura would inevitably make it back to their room later that night, but when her roommate went to clean up their mess in the morning, she discovered that Laura had done so after polishing off the pizza. Just another day in her life of excess. The one area in which Laura had managed to keep herself fairly controlled, despite her natural desire to flaunt her assets and draw all attention to her all the time, was in the male department. Her entire freshman year, Laura only made out with a handful of guys and only had sex with one. Given all of her newfound freedom, it would have come as a shock to most, particularly her old flames from high school, but she was more content with enjoying the entire experience of a night out instead of viewing it as a means to arrive at a singular pleasurable experience. Throughout her four years in fact, Laura may have relinquished all other inhibitions about her appearance, couldn’t have cared less about her diet, and barely attended to her academics, but when it came to men, she found herself more interested in making men squirm and lust for her than she did having them inside of her. This was not say she was not a fan of the pleasures of the flesh, but that she was thoughtful in having a reputation of being the true life of the party instead of the college slut. This was not to say that Laura did not taking advantage of exploring several wonderful young specimens over her four years. When she did deem one truly worthy of being able to experience the pleasures of her body and to satisfy her sexual desires, she made sure to enjoy it. While there were not many men fortunate enough to have been with her during college, those who had, could only speak of her boundless sexual vigor and unrelenting energy. Laura craved being stimulated and demanded a lot of the men she selected, which added an additional criteria to her selection process. It was that and her desire for a strong sexual imagination. Laura, while not always a fan, found certain instance of dominance and bondage to be equally thrilling, though she didn’t own any of the necessary tools, particularly since she had never been able to find a corset that could fit her beauties. As the years went by and graduation finally arrived, Laura could only look back at her college experience with a great sense of satisfaction. She had eaten whatever she wanted, drank whatever she wanted, whenever she wanted, passed all of her classes, and had fun with whomever she wanted. It pained her to think about the future for the first time as she walked up towards the podium to receive her diploma, high heels clicking as her ample assets strained her graduation gown with each thunderous step, due in large part to the low cut sky blue dress that she had decided to wear underneath which left nothing to the imagination. Ever polite and gracious, Laura accepted her diploma with a heart warming smile and a wink at her dean, a crotchety old man who typically wore a natural frown, but couldn’t help but being caught at the radiant beam that was Laura’s beauty and sex appeal. His muscles cried out in pain as his face contorted into a smile the likes they had not done in years as she walked by before returning to his permanent frown with lingering thoughts of the stunner he had just somehow let graduate. In the weeks thereafter, Laura was treated by her parents to a lovely month excursion around europe, an experience she couldn’t be bothered to undertake during her time at college due to too much “studying” that needed to be done. For a month, Laura and some of her best friends stayed at luxurious hotels, partied at some of the best clubs in the world, and most importantly, drank and ate their faces off on a nightly basis. When the dust had settled, everyone but Laura seemed to be walking back with an extra jiggle in their step, and went right off to face the music of the real world.Laura, by contrast, had not given much thought to where she would go after college and was thoroughly content to do what her sisters had done previously, lounge around their luxurious abode, nap by the pool as she worked on her tan, and devour her mother’s cooking. It was an absolute dream life in her mind, completely stress free and quite satisfying minus the lack of sexual stimuli. That was Laura’s life for about two months. Sure there were some family events that would occasionally transpire where her two lovely sisters would come home from life in the big city, each with their respective boyfriends, and tease Laura about anything they could, from her eating to her laziness to her wine consumption (her parents kept things classy) to her giant breasts (not that theirs were lacking at 34DDD and 36D themselves), but it was otherwise uneventful. While Laura would have been content to continue on with this lifestyle, her mother began to worry that her daughter wasn’t getting out of the house enough, which roughly translated to: was starting to drive her a little crazy with all of her demands for food and lack of initiative. Laura’s father, ever the softy for his youngest daughter, was happy to support her, Laura did concede that she could at least stretch her legs a bit and at least feign effort to appease her mother. Never one to adhere to a fitness schedule, and having a strong distaste for any form of exercise that caused her to perspire or jiggle violently, Laura opted to go for a walk in the late summer sunshine.As she strolled the two miles to and from her parents house to the local ice cream parlor (come on, you didn’t think she didn’t have some ulterior motive did you?), a slender blur passed by her with a wave and a “Hi Laura.” Startled by the sudden figure passing by, Laura almost spilled her large ice cream, which would have been heaven on earth had any other man been nearby, but thankfully, she managed to just keep it erect, leaving her with the puzzled expression of who had just whizzed by her at 6:00pm on a Tuesday. Not that she wasn’t flattered that someone had recognized her, for most of the town had some idea of who the delightful bombshell was, but she couldn’t place any friends from high school who were runners, having always opted for the more manly and physically developed men of the football / soccer / basketball / lacrosse teams. Even more puzzling to her was that most everyone in her grade had managed to escape suburbia for some other part of the country, or to move to the big city.While it stumped her all the way back home, Laura soon forgot all about her strange encounter until she went for her walk the next evening and had the pleasure of seeing a glistening young male specimen running right towards her. With nothing but a pair of compact running shorts to accent his slim but muscular thighs and firm torso completely barren of any clothing, Laura could see every inch of his sinewy muscles and six pack abs. Once again, this familiar stranger waved as he blew past her and said hello, still catching her completely unprepared as she headed off to get her ice cream.This time around though, she thoughtfully pulled out her phone to try and figure out who this physically fit and friendly young man was. After going through the significant effort digging up and scanning through Facebook photos from high school, Laura ultimately found him in the photo of a friend of a friend: Matthew Soddisfare. After doing some further digging, she was vaguely reminded of the scrawny young runner she would occasionally see blast by her and her ‘boyfriend’ during a training run as they walked to her ‘boyfriend’s’ home for some exercise of their own. Never had she imagined that mr. runner would put on a few, emphasis on a few, pounds of muscle. To date, she had never done it with a skinny guy despite all of her prior sexual exploits, and after being figuratively isolated for the past two months, a new hunger slowly emerged inside of her. But, Laura had quickly mastered the art of waiting, and while she was at least intrigued by this newcomer into her life, she was not going to proactively seek Mr. Soddisfare out. She would, however, continue on with her daily ice cream routine and see if their fates would once again cross paths.Much to her disappointment, with fall rapidly approaching, Laura realized that her trips to the ice cream parlor were going to be limited to the next week when the parlor shuttered its doors for the offseason, which would inevitably force Laura to actually go for walks for the sake of fitness. Even worse, it meant that her odds of encountering her recent interest were rapidly diminishing with the passing of each fateful day. With nothing to risk but energy spent, Laura decided to take a risk and up the ante, taking two walks a day in the hopes of encountering mr. runner once again, but with the clock ticking down, she continued to not see him on her walks. She even did the unthinkable, going farther on her walks than she had ever gone, making it all the way to the center of town instead of just her usual ice cream loop, making sure to stop at starbucks for some energy on the way home of course. In spite of her best efforts, each day passed with disappointment as she failed to catch a glimpse of mr. runner, slowly dampening her hopes of having any sort of interaction with someone her own age again. At long last, the week was up and Laura had to accept that she just wasn’t meant to see Mr. Soddisfare out on a run ever again. Despite her best efforts, Laura did not encounter Mr. Soddisfare out on a run again before the ice cream parlor closed for the winter. Truly distraught for the first time in months, Laura finally caved to her mom’s gradual goding and started working on applying for jobs, mostly through her sorority sister network. After doing some real work for the first time in months, and officially applying to two entry positions at small companies in the area where her father had some connections, she decided to celebrate her success by satisfying of her sweet tooth. Some preliminary scouring of the cupboards indicate that she had already devoured all of her mother’s daily baked treats, so she “dashed” off to the store in order to buy cookie dough before it closed at 9pm, a common suburbia problem that the recent college graduate with 24-hour convenience stores was unaccustomed to. Rushing towards the frozen foods aisle, Laura rounded the corner and nearly rammed into a shopping cart just around the bend, barely stopping just in time but forcing her poor white tank top groan violently as it struggled to contain her melon sized breasts. After pausing and apologizing profusely, she realized that the person she had almost rammed into was none other than Mr. Matt Soddisfare himself, who quickly switched from a genuine look of concern to a wide eyed grin at the sight of the startled busty beauty. “Oh my gosh Matt, I am so sorry about that,” Laura had started off before catching on to where Matt’s attention was currently residing. Finally snapping out of his trance and looking up to Laura’s warm, innocent smile, he managed to greet her, “Hi Laura, umm...good to see you. How have you been?”Amused at watching Matt struggle to regain his composure and unable to resist her natural flirtatious urge, Laura leaned on the front end of his shopping cart to provide Matt with an incredible view of her deep cleavage before responding. “I’m doing well, aside from almost getting run over by this crazy lunatic runner a couple of times, and then almost smashing into his shopping cart in the frozen foods aisle late at night.”Catching on to the joke, Matt finally managed to pull himself back together and fight the urge to glance down at the tantalizing display mere inches below her beautiful face. “Yes sorry about that, but I’m training for a marathon and need to make sure I get in my runs. I hope I didn’t startle you too badly.”“Oh no, it just was a little unexpected. I thought everyone had moved off to the city and I was the only one around here,” Laura remarked, trying not to hint too much about her current lifestyle.“Yeah, I know what you mean. No one seems to have stuck around, not that I blame them. I currently work over on the other side of 95 in that little office park so I know exactly what you mean. Everyone seems to have high tailed it out of here.”“The one by the Coca-Cola factory? Of course I know what you’re talking about. I didn’t realize any of those companies were hiring though. Always thought that place was...not the best”“Well, most are not exactly ideal places to work, but I know the president for one of the startups there and he was in desperate need of a corporate strategist, so he brought me on. I’m living at home right now to save up a little bit before I move into the city, but with all of my running, I feel like all my money goes to food,” he remarked with a gesture towards his full shopping cart.“Wow, and I thought I ate a lot,” Laura joked as she finally took the time to glance at the cart. Much to her distaste, it was mostly full of fruits and vegetables, with some protein bars and some meat, but she did spot her favorite cookie brand tucked into a corner.“You like Auntie Mae’s famous oven bake cookies too?!” she remarked with genuine interest. It was a far lesser known brand versus the powerhouses of Toll House and Pillsbury, but Laura found them to be far sweeter, moister, and all around better than the larger brands.“They’re the best, and I managed to get the last one,” he stated proudly.For once in her life, Laura must have been unable to control her facial expressions for Matt instantly picked up on her change in tone and expression as she absently responded, “The last one…”“Hey, why don’t you take them. Lord knows I don’t need them sabotaging my training,” He generously offered, doing the best he could to appease this goddess in front of him.“Really?! Thanks so much Matt,” she said, beginning to reach into the basket. “Hey, at least let me pay for them,” he offered.“No really, I couldn’t” she played innocently, knowing fully well she would finally ‘relent’ when they got to the register, never one to turn down free food, though she did appreciate his gesture.“I insist,” he stated firmly for the first time all conversation along. A genuine smile broke out across Laura’s face, and she accompanied Matt to the checkout line where a rather reluctant store clerk rung up everything right as the store closing announcement went off. Eventually, Laura walked out into the parking lot, cookies in hand, a pleasant vibe reverberating around her mind. “Well thank you for the cookies!”“Think nothing of it. Make sure to take good care of them,” Matt said joking as he started to steer his cart towards the direction of his car in the parking lot. There was a brief moment when he paused as if to say something and Laura, having heart the sound of his cart coming to a halt, turned around to face him as if expecting something more from him. While Matt clearly struggled with something, he inevitably began pushing his cart onwards again and off towards his car, much to Laura’s disappointment, but as she had learned, she needed to stick to her guns and let him initiate anything. Frustrated by the end of her encounter with Matt, but excited to eat her cookies, Laura drove home to make her light celebratory snack, hopeful that she might bump into Matt again sometime soon.For nearly two weeks, Laura continued absent mindedly applying for positions, receiving nothing but rejections, or worse, nothing at all. With fall now in full effect, Laura lounged around her house eating even more of her mother’s cooking than normal and much to even her own mother’s surprise, continued to maintain her slender figure, bust aside. While she wasn’t eating her feelings per say, Laura was rapidly finding herself becoming increasingly bored without the pool to tan by, and having killed any all books in her house to read. Thus, it was with great relief that she received a Facebook message one evening from none other than Mr. Soddisfare himself:“Hey, I know we don’t exactly know each other and that you’re very busy applying for jobs at the moment, but let me know if you want to grab coffee or something sometime soon. My mileage is starting to wind down as the marathon looms closer, and I am finding that I have more free time all of sudden. You’re probably too busy, but let me know!”Laura could only smile at the message. On the one hand she thought it was sweet of him to finally ask her out on something of a date, on the flip side, given how perfectly written the message had tried to be casual, but thoughtfully crafted, she could tell he was very nervous. What surprised Laura, however, was how much thought she found herself putting into her own response. The queen of confidence, standard for seduction, and mastermind of mischief, was at a complete loss for what should have been an easy response for her. After much deliberation, far more than she had ever put into any response to a man before, she finally came up with something she thought was both tasteful and relevant.“Aren’t you runners supposed to be carbo-loading? Let’s skip coffee and go straight for some good old Italian, so long as you won’t run away at the first sight of my appetite,” she half teased.Almost instantly her phone buzzed again, Laura’s assumption about Matt’s eagerness had been well founded. “That sounds great to me, and I’m glad you’re not afraid to eat. I can’t stand people who just eat salads all day, every day. If it’s OK with you, how about I pick you up tomorrow evening at 7pm? I know a great place with reasonable prices and a lot of food.”Laura scanned the message and made sure to take her time before responding, trying to play it casual. “Sounds good to me. Who likes eating a salad anyway? Give me a slice of pizza any day of the week. Anyway, here’s my address and I will see you tomorrow .”She could only imagine the waves of excitement that Matt must have been experiencing after reading that message, and surprisingly, it brought her some form of pleasure and excitement as well. Things were starting to look up for her.
  13. Nice contribution! Curious to see how the plot continues to progress.
  14. Thank you all for the support and I am glad everyone is enjoying it. Sorry, per usual, that it took me so long to write but I hope that it was worth the wait. As to Alex, I've had a couple of folks ask questions about a sequel to this story and while I had originally intended to have this be the end of her character, I did have another story idea I've been toying with that she might have a key role in. Only time will tell!
  15. Part 3 of 3 ---- I’ll never forget the moment when Alex opened her bedroom door. It was the exact moment that I knew hurting her emotionally would not be a concern for the evening and that, for all of her pouting and guarded demeanor at the restaurant, she still was fully capable of playing to her strengths and using her body confidently. Why would I say that? Because upon seeing her holding the door with an expansive amount of cleavage on full display in a flowing green top and tight hip hugging pants, I knew that the old Alex wasn’t fully gone and that she was still sexually dangerous. It started with her ungodly amount of cleavage that was now on full display, the bra underneath her low cut top seemingly pushing her breasts together for maximum effect as each of her melons swelled against the fabric, pleading for gravity to aid them in breaking free to no avail. Each of her wonderful round mounds noticeably rose and dipped with each breathe before bouncing at the slightest movement, a magnetic sight for even the strongest willed men. Sure it was a cheap trick, but there was no way Alex would have done it if she didn’t have faith in the power of that bountiful bosom. The top, so cleverly selected, also subtly masked her now pudgy middle, further amplifying her extended cleavage that pressed far out from chest and highlighting the roundness of her generous bosom.. The other half of her hourglass, or more likely pear shape at this point, was a similar story. Where the top ended, her hips instantly began and with each of her thick thighs squeezed tightly into jeans that more closely resembled tights, clearly designed to highlight her wide hips and allude to other prominent assets. To say that she was a thick girl down below at this point, would probably have been an understatement given her lack of thigh gap and impressive width and depth to each thigh. But that all paled in comparison to the shelf behind her, a sight that was hard to discern from the doorway but gave off an image of impressively sized cheeks. The entire outfit, top to bottom, had been strategically selected to play her unmistakable strengths and rely on those to distract from her noticeably softer appearance elsewhere across her body. But while her body was confidently on display with a tantalizing, albeit inordinate, amount of curves, her face betrayed the facade of confidence she was putting on for the occasion. Her smile beamed brightly up at me, accompanied by her twinkling blue eyes as she clearly displayed her excitement at my decision to see her. Buried underneath that excitement and joy that I had arrived was a noticeable sense of relief in her eyes. No longer was she able to fix me with that enticing seductive stare, instantly drawing my attention and eliciting a feeling of lust for her, but instead overwhelmed me with a warmth and vulnerability in her look that I was totally unaccustomed to with her. Of course, that was just my observations of her in the split second I had to look her over before she grabbed my hand and pulled me into the room, shutting the door behind us in one smooth motion. There was hardly enough time for me to drop my bag on the floor before she had pushed me up against the door, wrapping me in a soft embrace and pressing her abundant flesh against me. As she wrapped her thick arms around my neck and rose up on her tiptoes, she pressed her already hefty chest further against me, leaving just enough room for her to lean in and kiss me. It was a kiss of clear passion, of longing, of excitement, and of joy. Each time our lips embraced, her energy and vigor was redoubled as she pushed further against me, making sure to press her breasts harder against me as if to remind me just how well endowed she now was, but also constantly shifting to keep my attention attention up top instead of elsewhere. Yet in spite of her best efforts, it was nearly impossible to miss the soft pressure resting up against my abdomen where her soft belly now uncontrollably jutted out over the waistband of her jeans. Each movement and shift may have been exciting, but it also gave me an idea of just how much she had changed in the two years since our last encounter. When at long last she released me, dropping down off her tip toes and unleashing a violent wave of jiggling from her breasts, and more subtly across her body, I couldn’t help but admire how robust she had become. True she wasn’t the same seductive siren that I had come across and played with previously, but she managed to still play to her strengths and they were quite captivating. “I’m glad you came!” She remarked with a naughty smile on her face, prominently featuring her soft face and double chin. “Of course, I knew you would.” All I could do was provide a goofy grin at her and try not to spend too much time staring straight down at her prominent rack. In the back of my mind, I noted how her tone sounded less than convincing and that there was audible relief in her voice, but quickly filed those away and focused on enjoying the moment. “Well I’m glad you could squeeze me in to your busy schedule,” I teased, alluding to what I quickly recognized was a planned encounter from the start. Immediately her face shifted and shame seemed to spread across her now chubby cheeks at being caught in a mild game of deception. “Yeah...well let’s just say my calendar has been pretty light lately and I wanted to spend some time with you since it’s been a while,” she replied, a dejected look on her face as she stared towards the ground, assuming she was able to see it past her prominent chest. “But you’re here now and I can’t tell you how happy I am to have you here tonight.” Her demeanor noticeably shifting towards the more positive tone of a moment ago, another smile breaking out across her round face as she turned towards her desk, providing me with a full view of her overburdened jeans that were strained with not only her thick thighs, but bulging butt cheeks. It was hypnotizing to watch as each of her short strides resulted in a serious sway of the hips and bounce of the glutes. Bending over to reach into one of the drawer’s in her desk, the strain on her jeans was all too audible as I watched her cheeks spread outwards towards the sides before she came back up holding two tumblers and a small bottle of Bulleit. “Your sister said you wanted a drink, so I hope bourbon is OK,” she stated, a hint of concern nestled within her remark as she cracked open the unopened bottle, a sign that she likely rushed out and bought it just for this occasion. It always was another instance in which her once overflowing confidence was gone, replaced by a slightly more timid and even perhaps a little bit desperate attitude. “Bulleit is great,” I reassured, happily reaching for the freshly poured glass and the admittedly generous amount of whiskey she provided each of us, doing my best to focus on her still pretty face instead of her squished breasts. “So what are we toasting to?” “To me obviously,” she giggled, causing her cleavage to violently jiggle as she worked to subdue her laugh. “I am graduating tomorrow after all.” “To graduating then,” I toasted, extending my glass out for the two of us to clink and after a gentle tap of the glass, cautiously taking my first sip of the bourbon, knowing that there will still be some excellent burn at the end of it. My blonde counterpart, however, was either quite thirsty or far less cautious with her whiskey and practically downed the whole drink in one strong swig. While she held it down impressively well, and was admittedly in far better drinking shape than myself, it was clear that even she had bitten off more than she could chew, contorting her face slightly as the full burn of the alcohol came into effect. For several moments she cringed and took deep breaths, trying to alleviate the burning sensation that was in her mouth and throat, in turn causing those tightly encased breasts to once again and rise and fall. Positively mesmerizing. Shaking off the initial bite of the whiskey, Alex set her glass back down on the desk before sauntering over to me, delicately taking the now mostly empty glass out of my hand and placing it over on her nightstand. “Still thirsty?” she teased, placing one hand on my chest while carefully using her other to prop up her cleavage from underneath. “I am, and I think you spilled a drop right there,” I nodded towards her chest before making a dangerous plunge full onto into her soft warm bosom, her flesh jostling and shifting as I simultaneously pushed her down onto her bed. For several moments I reveled in the opportunity to feel her soft, warm flesh bounce and shake as I did my best to bury myself further into her bountiful bosom. Her laughter and partial scream were lost on me at the delight of being able to touch and caress her hefty breasts, so warm, squishy, and yet still surprisingly resistant to additional pressure. Finally, after several vain attempts to liberate me from her bosom, I finally allowed Alex to push me back out of her breasts and up right so that we were staring face to face, our breath shorter and heavier as we worked to regain air for a moment. The tension between us had positively skyrocketed after my initial ploy and I all too greedily wrapped my arms around her, fully intending to equal her earlier passion with my own growing excitement. As we once again resumed our passionate exchange of kisses, the flavor and aroma of whiskey lingered continuously, adding a different taste to our locking of lips. When I began to explore her with my hands, mirroring her own excitement at gliding her hands around my body, I was extremely cautious where I went to touch her so as not to alarm her or to trigger any self doubt that she may still possess after our series of passionate exchanges. Of course, what I had failed to notice in my first round with her against the door, was that everything about her was so soft now that it practically impossible to find a safe spot, instead defaulting for her most generous curves. Whether it was myself, Alex, or both of us in some sort of unspoken agreement, we slowly shuffled towards her bed as we renewed our earlier passionate exchanges of kisses, taking time to explore each other’s bodies as best we could. Upon finally bumping up against the bed, Alex greedily grabbed the bottom of my polo and quickly pulled it over my head while I happily relieved her of her top, providing me with a complete view of both her straining bra and bulging doughy belly. With surprising dexterity, Alex undid my pants and let them hit the floor before gently feeling me, a goofy smile spread across her face before she tore off her own pants and sat down on the bed, looking back up at me, expectantly. What a sight she was in that moment, her large breasts surging up against the bra and pushed further upwards by the real estate otherwise occupied by several soft rolls underneath that flowed towards her thick thighs, completely covering whatever underwear she had on. A true testament to her growth, her hips still managed to spread outwards beyond her love handles and doughy belly. It felt almost as if I was staring at a completely different woman with how much she had changed since her last time at the house, but that expectant look was there, and I didn’t plan on disappointing her on the eve of her graduation. “Like what you see?” she asked coyly before looking down towards my waist. There was a hint of vulnerability in that sentiment, but either the alcohol she’d consumed that evening had begun to imbue her with a new confidence or she was better at masking her emotional discomfort. Or, perhaps, her confidence was strengthened by my own biology betraying me in that moment. Deciding that I didn’t truly need to answer her question, I took one step forward and then lunged for her, causing both the bed and her entire body to shake. Laughter broke out before I smothered her lips with another kiss, digging my hands into her doughy flesh and greedily exploring her soft body. For several moments we shifted on her full size bed before she shocked me by pulling me down and taking over the top position. With her bra still on and having positioned herself to sit fully up on thick thighs with that generous behind as a cushion, her hefty chest practically blocked the overhead light with how far it projected outward above me. Perhaps even more surprising in that wonderful moment as I looked up at her, taking in all of her wonderful curves and the sheer amount of chest meat she now had, was how close her belly was to catching up to those breasts. In the position that she was in, her belly naturally rolled towards her knees and showed just how large and doughy it was, even in the shadow of her hefty melons, which I noticed were spewing ever so slightly under her bra. Had she let her breasts free flow downwards and relinquish to gravity, it might have even been possible that her belly had swollen to catch up to her breasts, that old hourglass now long forgotten. She had really lost control of herself in the past few years and it was definitely showing, but with the light shining down on her and all of her curves on full display, I felt that Alex looked amazing and I couldn’t help but smile at the thought of the what the rest of our evening was going to be. “Huh - what?” she asked, confused by my sudden display of emotion, a smile having broken out across my face as I looked up at her, or what little of her I could see past her bosom. “Nothing. I just am excited to see you with your bra off,” I teased, earning me a half hearted slap. “So are these why you came?” she goaded, pushing against her bra with her dainty hands, causing her breasts to wobble and jiggle playfully. “They’re definitely a reason,” I joked before using my legs as leverage to push her forward and send her crashing on top of me with a full view of her pendulous cleavage as it came crashing towards me. “Is. That. So,” she wheezed as she tried to catch her breathe after the exciting exchange, providing me with an ample amount of time to admire her chest pushing and resting against mine. “It is. But mostly, I just wanted to make sure you still missed me,” I joked. “Gotten your answer?” she asked before fixing me with a stare that I assumed was supposed to be menacing. “Not quite yet,” I teased. “Well let me show you just how much I missed you,” she joked, grinning mischievously as she reached back behind her to undo the clasps of her bra, and with that final move, kicking off the true beginning of our night together. It was a night that was everything she seemed to have hoped for, full of sensual moments, passion, exhaustion, and a lot of cuddling. The feeling of her warm, soft body pressed up against mine was a constant overload of stimulation that no amount of exploring with my hands was able to satisfy. Between cupping her more than hearty handfuls, softly kneading her doughy belly, squeezing her thick thighs, and squeezing her gelatinous cheeks, it was impossible to get enough. Of course, the more extracurricular activities were also quite fun as we went after it round after round. Admittedly, her stamina was not quite what it used to be, having likely diminished as her voluptuous body expanded, which gave me more than enough time to recover to go again and again. While even the most exciting sex usually wears me out inevitably, for that one night, she was absolutely spectacular and neither of us seemed to ever be able to get enough, or run out of new things to try. It was pure bliss for both of us. But as the saying goes, all good things must come to an end, and this story was no exception. As we lied there after truthfully only sleeping for a couple of hours, exhausted and reeking of sex, we both stirred uncomfortably, knowing that this was likely the end of whatever we were. Alex was doing her best to pretend as if she were still lightly snoozing, trying to enjoy her final moments of rest and delaying the inevitable morning rise while my hands gently slid around her body. Our quiet time was unceremoniously interrupted by a loud growl from her stomach, a sign that she was both awake and hungry for some more food. We had done a lot of demanding exercises that night, exhaustion and sweat inducing activities, but at no point had her face turned as red as it did in that moment when her stomach roared to life. “Do you want to go grab breakfast?” she asked politely, conceding that we were done sleeping and needed to move on with our day. “Sure,” I replied so eloquently, pretending to be surprised that she was awake. Slowly we stirred, gradually finding acceptable clothes to go out in for breakfast, taking a moment to wash up and in her case, putting on enough makeup to disguise some of the signs of profuse amounts of sex we’d had. At long last, adorning some rather tight looking spandex and a flowing t-shirt that did just enough to mask her softening middle, but still featured her ample chest, Alex was ready to go out. We made small talk as she drove us to the closest International House of Waffles, but the conversation was by no means distracting enough for me to miss the handful of empty fast food bags in the back seat, or the empty box of Crispy Cremes stashed in the drivers side door pocket. It seemed that her unbridled appetite had not diminished at all over the years. That observation was soon proven further correct after we finally arrived and sat down for an early breakfast. Thankfully for both of us, most of the college students were either off with their families having a nice early breakfast, or were still sleeping after their final night of celebrations, which meant that it was still pretty quiet. It also meant that Alex wasn’t concerned about seeing anyone that she would know, and had decided that now was an appropriate time to have one final pig out before a long, boring day of pomp and circumstance. Ordering a chocolate chip waffle, bacon, a stack of pancakes, cheese grits, scrambled eggs, and oatmeal for good measure, Alex was practically drooling with excitement before realizing how unlady like she was coming across. “Will you really eat all of that?” I asked, dumbfounded by the sheer amount of calories she was about to inhale. “Well...I guess we’ll find out,” she remarked, looking off into the distance as she tried to mask her embarrassment at being caught redhanded and prepared to overindulge. The answer, of course, was yes she could. Alex had known that even before she ordered all of that food and over the following half an hour, I watched as the plump beauty ate like clockwork to finish her massive meal. At no point did she rush, at no point was she overly expressive in her consumption, at no point was she a slob, but she diligently consumed all of it with evident pleasure. Never in my life had I seen such a display of gluttony, and while it may have been one final sinful meal in her mind, it was a clear sign to me of how she had transformed over the past several years from a petite beauty to a voracious, plump co-ed. After dutifully paying for what in truth was her meal with a side of breakfast for me, we both rose up and headed back to the car. I couldn’t help but notice the complete and utter lack of change in her motion, another sign she was accustomed to her expanded figure and full belly. It was impossible for me not to compare the chunky lady in front of me with that young stunner in the booty shorts that I had first walked in on four years earlier. Had she been the one to eat the meal that I had just witnessed, assuming she could somehow finish it, I had no doubt that her flat stomach would have been bloated and given off the appearance of being pregnant, that she would have struggled to get up, and that she barely would have been able to waddle to the car to drive us back to the apartment. This was clearly not that Alex anymore. Then again, as I reflected on that younger, leaner Alex, the pieces were always there. She had always enjoyed food and spirits, had always had a voracious appetite, and had always been a glutton. Maybe it had always been just a matter of time before she arrived to her current state. In either case case, it was the current version of Alex drove us back to the apartment so that I could be with my sister when my parents. We sat in relative silence for the ride home, Alex presumably in something of a food coma or too tired to speak and I was out of things to talk about. We eventually made it back and headed back into her room where she began to strip down to go into the shower before stopping herself and just grabbing her towel. Her body language noticeably changed and a new shyness, or embarrassment seemed to take hold of her. Sensing her unease, I told her that I would go see if my sister was finally awake and spend time with her to give Alex some privacy. She nodded and mumbled something about needing to go back out soon for breakfast with her family which caused an additional flush to her cheeks. I pretended as if to not have noticed the comment and gave her one final smile before heading out to my sister’s room, preparing for a tedious day of graduation activities and the big event Graduation day came and went. There were many tears of joy and sadness, countless photos taken to capture the moment, and more than sufficient amounts of Alex’s cleavage on display for all to enjoy, so long as they didn’t let their gaze wander down to her almost matching stomach. While she was fun to still admire from afar, that lack of inner confidence seemed to once again come through and that sense of vulnerability came through in her gaze. a At long last the fateful moment for us to say our proper goodbyes arrived and Alex gave me one quick, soft hug. It was a last fleeting moment where I could feel her whole body pressed up against me before she pulled away so as to not raise any suspicion by the parents. Shortly thereafter, Alex wandered off with her parents, leaving me with one final parting view of her wobbly behind, pushing against the tight fabric of her dress as it jiggled and bounced, propped up by tight wedges. It was an image that would be forever ingrained in my mind. We surprisingly never crossed paths again in the years to come. She had a falling out with my sister some time shortly after graduation and never came back into our lives. While it was sad in the moment, I soon came to accept it for what it was and looked back with fondness at our wonderful, sex filled, times together, but recognized it had never been anything more than youthful exuberance that had come to pass. Sure, from time to time I would peruse her Instachat to check in and see how she was doing, but even though we were finally connected, she rarely posted anything of interest on there. In truth, it was more entertaining to flip through her Instachat from start to finish and see her progression of growth, a growth that seemed to have only continued since college and continued to instill that same thought from after that final breakfast together: maybe it had always just been a matter of time.
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