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  1. I remember reading a story a while back but can't seem to find it. Pretty sure the title was something like "My Girlfriend got Fat." Anyways the main protag is annoyed with his girlfriends weight gain and calls her out on it. She eventually does some sit ups to try and prove him wrong but struggles. Then she challenges him and it's revealed he's also gotten fatter and can't complete one.
  2. Part Five: Birthday Time! Once the shock wore off, Tony realized that Mike and Olivia would be waiting for them at the bar if they didn’t hurry up and get dressed. Tony couldn’t fit into his high school jeans anymore, but Angie could, just barely. Although, they didn’t fit like they had the previous year. She wriggled and danced around to pull them over her thicker thighs and past her plump rump. Fastening them was going to be an even bigger challenge. A year earlier, there had been nearly six inches to spare. This time she had to lie on her back on the bed to get them buttoned and when she finally succeeded, a pudgy muffin top formed, bulging over the front and sides of the waistband. Carefully leaning forward so the jeans’ button wouldn’t burst, she rolled up the way-too-long cuffs so she wouldn’t be tripping over them. Once complete, Tony helped his straining wife to her feet so she could finish getting dressed. Tony pulled up his new jeans with their 42 inch waist, scowling slightly as they resisted sliding up his thighs. Out of habit, he tugged the waistband forward, sucked in hit gut, and fastened the button. Once buttoned, he let go of his breath and his belly pushed out over his waistband. His pants on, he then snaked on his belt, tightened it and clasped the buckle. Figuring he’d probably need more room, he then loosened his belt a notch. Unfortunately for Tony, that was the last notch. Angie noticing this made a note to pickup a longer belt next time she went clothes shopping. Hoping to conceal at least some of his girth, he pulled on an extra large sweatshirt Angie had bought him recently. It was kinda warm for one, but he hoped it would help hide at least some of his girth. While at one time Tony would have appeared lost in it, now it did little to conceal the enormous belly of his or even his man-boobs. Oh well, it was the best he could do. “Time to face the music…” Tony wasn’t enthusiastic about facing his friends. He hadn’t seen Mike or Olivia since the wedding, and he knew they’d get a kick out of his new gut. Angie sensed his dread, so she grabbed his hand and gave it a reassuring squeeze before they headed out. During the cab ride to the bar, Tony and Angie both squirmed around in their seats, desperately trying to get comfortable. Both of them were wearing pants that were a too tight and seated in the car, and they were being squeezed. At least, Tony figured in a few short minutes, some beer would help serve as an anesthetic. But for now, he was feeling the pinch. Tony spotted Mike and Olivia sitting at their normal spot when they got into the bar, but something was different about them. Unlike Tony, Mike had done little to hide the beer gut pushing over the top of his jeans. However, compared to the last time he saw him, it was considerably smaller and it no longer pressed against the table like last year. Unlike Tony, Mike had done little to conceal his beer gut pushing over the tops of his jeans. However, compared to the last time he saw him, it was considerably smaller, and no longer touched the table. It looked like he had maybe lost 20 pounds. Olivia, while not as out of shape as her husband, looked like she had slimmed down as well. Tony saw that her arms looked thinner and her face no longer had the hint of a double chin. ‘Oh great,’ thought Tony, ‘They’ve lost weight. Oh well, might as well get it over with.’ As Tony and Angie weaved through the crowded bar, Mike spotted his old friend. Immediately, his face lit up. He had given Tony a decent amount of ribbing during the wedding reception about his widening figure, but back then, Tony was still smaller than him. The shoe was on the other foot now. “Holy shit! Could this be the birthday boy? When is the baby due? Tomorrow???” laughed Mike. Olivia then peered over, then quickly put a hand to her mouth to restrain her laughter. “Tony, what happened to you? Angie must be some cook,” she asked him after getting a hold of herself. Red with embarrassment, Tony just pursed his lips and just nodded in response. “So buddy boy,” Mike said, getting back into it, “Are those your famous high school jeans? If so, you must have added a new wing to the high school!” “No, they’re not smartass,” Angie said, jumping in, “but these are.” Wit that, Angie lifted her top slightly and showed off the tight-fitting jeans she was wearing. The unforgiving jeans were so tight they were squeezing her belly out of the bottom, creating a thick muffin top above the waistband. Olivia’s eyes widened. “Come to think of it, girl, looks like you’ve been enjoying married life too. You’re not the slender little cousin I remember always tagging along with me anymore.” Angie just stuck her tongue out. “Alright, so what’s going on?” Tony asked. “You mean this?” Mike patted his belly. “I just thought it was time to get back in shape. We both joined the gym, and I put us on a diet.” explained Olivia. “Yeh, it’s been nothing but celery, carrot sticks, rice cakes, wheat germ, yogurt…” Mike trailed off. “I haven’t had a decent meal in months.” Olivia nudged her husband with that last comment. “Well, I would never put Tony on a diet. I love his tummy.” Angie smiled, giving Tony’s belly a little pat. “Hmm, lucky guy. Well, we’re not dieting tonight, so have a seat and dig in!” Mike pointed to a plateful of greasy wings, nachos, mozzarella sticks and a couple pitchers of beer. Tony had to suck in his gut as he tried to slide into the booth. His belly had grown so large that it was now pressed against the table. Mike chuckled, “So you want to move to a bigger booth?” Then quickly added, “just kidding.” Before long, all talk of weight was done, and the four friends dug in. Angie beamed as she fixed Tony a plate of food. The platter was practically overflowing with buffalo wings, an array of fried goodies, and nachos piled high in a mountain of chips and cheese. Tony’s plate was quickly cleaned, and Angie heaped on another pile of food. Tony’s appetite had grown immensely in the past year; he was now packing away nearly double of what he ate before he knew Angie. Seconds became thirds, and Tony started to slow down a bit. While he was wearing his loosest pants, his increasingly full tummy was pushing relentlessly against the table in the small booth. His stomach was full to bursting, and he could feel the food accumulating in his expanded stomach. The additional bulk was causing his waistband to sink lower, and his sweater was struggling to cover his expanding midsection. His third plate finished, Tony belched and rubbed his swollen midsection, hoping to relieve some of the pressure. Noticing his friend had finished, Mike perked up, “Hey Tony, if you’re still hungry, have the rest of my wings.” Before he could respond, Mike had dumped the remaining wings onto his plate. “I’m getting stuffed too. There’s no way I’m going to finish my cheesy fries.” said Olivia, patting her stomach. “Tony can take care of it,” answered Angie before dutifully passing the greasy fries to her husband. Tony let out a belch, then diligently tucked back in. At last, the meal seemed to have ended. Angie rewarded him with a kiss on the cheek for his efforts. Tony grunted without opening his eyes and barely registered the extra attention he was getting from her. He had eaten well past the point of being full, and his gluttony left him feeling dazed and sluggish. His gut, achingly distended, swelled into all the space between waistband and table, ballooning and bulging outward over his waistband. His sweater, to accommodate his growing gut, had slid upward, stopping just shy of his belly button. Sitting back and taking a moment to compose himself, Tony was abruptly brought back to reality by an unpleasant sensation. Groggily turning his head to face Angie next to him, he could make out her finger pressing against the side of his bloated belly. Meeting her gaze, she flashed him a devilish smile, the faint trace of a second chin appearing as she did so. Then she pressed a little harder and with little choice, he belched loudly. “Babe, not in front of everyone!” Tony struggled to respond, embarrassed by his own gluttony. Angie gestured to the empty booth across from them. “Oh, don’t worry, they left while you were in a food coma. Come on, let’s get you home for your special birthday present.” With stained effort, and a lot of help from Angie, Tony got to his feet and wobbled out to the waiting cab, sinking into the back seat. During the cab ride on the way home, Angie couldn’t wait to unbutton those tight high school jeans. Tony tried to follow suit and started unbuckling his belt. He fumbled, almost sweating, as he attempted to undo his buckle. Angie, ever helpful, reached over and unfastened the troublesome clasp for him. Once she succeeded, the overstrained button on his jeans popped off and hit the back of the driver’s seat. After sharing a quick laugh, they both pulled their zippers down and slumped back in the seat, contentedly rubbing their stuffed bellies. Back home, it took a fair bit of effort for Angie to get her husband upstairs. His back arching as his overfilled belly pulled forward. In the bedroom, he watched his bride undress, eagerly awaiting the gift she had for him. Once fully disrobed, Angie swayed over to Tony and had him peeled out of his restricting clothes in no time. After a passionate kiss, Angie left the bedroom, Tony assumed, to freshen up. Instead, she reappeared after a moment with an enormous chocolate cake, complete with candles and ‘Happy Birthday Tony’ written in icing on top. “Oh baby, I’m stuffed,” he groaned as she stuck placed cake on the side table and cut a generous slice. Angie smiled and handed Tony a fork. “Come on, you can’t say no to your own birthday cake. Just take a few bites.” She said, spooning some of the slice onto her plate. “Besides, we can share it,” she said with a smile. Tony obliged and took a small bite of the cake. The rich flavor of chocolate was irresistible and Tony couldn’t help but take another bite, then another. Before he knew it, the entire slice was gone. “You know what I think you deserve for enjoying my hard work?” She asked before leaning in and planting a kiss on his cheek. “A reward,” she said, her voice low and sultry. She eased herself onto the bed and pressed her face against his bare belly, causing a shiver to run up his spine. As she continued lower, he in placed a hand on her head, urging to keep going. As she worked her magic, bobbing up and down, Tony closed his eyes and enjoyed the incredible sensation. He struggled to catch a glimpse of the magic happening in front of him, his view obstructed by his freshly stuffed belly. He furrowed his brow and sighed. This kind of bothered him, but Angie knew what she was doing, and she had him finishing in no time. “So, did I take good care of you on your birthday?” she asked with a grin. Tony, still feeling fuzzy, just smiled back and nodded. “Good,” she said. “Want another slice before bed?” Even though he had already eaten a huge slice, he nodded obediently. Early the next morning, while Tony was still in bed, Angie collected his old high school jeans off the bedroom floor and inspected them. Feeling a tear in the seat of the jeans, her gaze shifted to the empty cake tray on the side table. With a little encouragement and help from her, Tony ended up finishing the cake last night. She smiled to herself as she thought about how neither of them was going to be fitting into these anytime soon. With a satisfied sigh, she returned her attention back to the jeans. Fortunately for her, Tony was too dazed to hear the fabric tearing across the seat took them off seductively the night before. She then tossed them into a box with some other cast-offs and stowed them in their storage closet. Nothing more than a neglected memento, they were never worn again. The End.
  3. Part Four: Thirty-One Today One year later, Tony stood in the closet of their honeymoon apartment wearing nothing but his boxers. Angie was by his side, clad in only her bra and thong panties. Tony’s round, full belly bulged out over the waistband of his boxers, which had slid down to just above his pubic area. If he wasn’t wearing anything, his hanging gut would partially obscure the view of his privates. Needless to say, gone were the days when he could still squeeze into his 32 inch jeans, long gone. In fact, lately he was having trouble buttoning his jeans with a 42 inch waist that Angie had bought at a ‘Big and Tall’ shop. In the days and weeks that followed their first meeting, Angie and Tony had become almost inseparable. They usually saw each other a couple of times a week and spent nearly every weekend together. Simply put, they were in love. In Tony’s eyes, Angie was perfect. Not only was she was beautiful, but she treated him like a king, and they shared common interests. She even enjoyed watching football with him. Then there was her cooking. Oh, her cooking! Angie was an amazing chef and Tony loved every dish Angie prepared. He couldn’t think of anything that she didn’t cook and do a good job, which was good because there was always plenty for second and third helpings. Every meal she cooked always had a delicious dessert of some sort, and her apartment was always packed with snacks and beer. Every time Tony would stay over, she would get up early in the morning to make him a nice, big breakfast and pack up a sizeable lunch for work. Tony was smitten with her from the start, so he couldn't refuse when she gave him another helping at dinner or a sugary snack when they were vegging out in front of the TV. Tony and Angie had only been dating a few months before they moved in together and they tied the knot quickly after that. By the time he was fitted for his wedding tux, his waist had thickened to 36 inches on an empty stomach. Their honeymoon cruise along the Mexican Riviera probably added another inch. Not long after, Angie put in her notice at work so she could focus on making their home. Angie being able to provide him a home cooked meal each and every night, family barbeques, his sedentary job with daily meetings (where donuts were always available) and catered holiday parties, two Thanksgiving dinners (one with her family and one with his), and two Christmas dinners were all adding more and more pounds. While Tony knew he had been putting on weight, he was in denial about how much. He avoided full-length mirrors, only using the small mirror over the sink when getting ready. Angie started buying his clothes and, to keep him from worrying about gaining weight, would cut out the size tags. Old clothes moved to the back of the closet or disappeared into a box in their storage room. As Tony scratched his large hanging gut with one hand, Angie watched him with a smile; he was her work of art. His fat stomach stuck out far in front of him and, as he scratched it, it sent waves through the fat. But it wasn’t just his belly that had expanded. Covered in a thin layer of chest hair, was a pair of man boobs perched on top of his ** gut. He had a double chin, and his arms and legs had thickened. After looking him over and liking what she saw, Angie gave him a big hug. Of course, there was more to Angie’s behavior than just wanting to take care of her man. Although she had never came out and said it, Angie liked a man of “substance” and Tony’s growing belly was a turn on. Her mother always told her, “The way to a man’s heart is through his stomach,” and she believed it. Angie’s mother practiced what she preached. Her Dad was always well fed and had quite the belly to prove it. Angie's parents were so in love and she always aspired to have what they had. That was probably what kick-started her love of larger men. Once Angie released him from her embrace, Tony reached to the back of the closet and grabbed his old high school jeans. He held them in front of his protruding belly, then breathed out. There was no way he was going to be continuing his little tradition. “I don’t think these are going to work,” he said with a sheepish glance at Angie. “Someone has been feeding me a little too much.” As soon as he said that, it was as if something had finally clicked in Tony’s mind. Still carrying the jeans, Tony walked out of their closet and across the bedroom to the full-length mirror on the other side of the bed, a mirror that he had subconsciously avoided for months. Sensing that something was up, Angie followed him close behind. Checking his profile in the mirror, the jeans dropped to the floor, and he rubbed his bloated belly with circular motions of both hands. Tony was genuinely surprised with the state of himself. He had definitely put on weight, and a good amount at that. In total shock, he lifted his stomach and dropped it, horrified to see it wobble so much afterwards. “Ang, I look nine months pregnant! Why didn’t you tell me I was getting so fat?” Tony exclaimed in panic. “Stop it! You’re my handsome man!” “Handsome? I’ve turned into a fat married slob!” “Tony, stop it. I won’t stand for that talk! Besides...” She stopped in mid-sentence, realizing what she was about to say. “...besides what?” asked Tony, calming down a bit. Angie didn’t answer him right away. Instead, she placed a hand lovingly on Tony’s belly before confessing. “I think a man looks better with a bit of something extra.” “Huh?” he said, completely dumbfounded. “I, uh, oh please don’t make me say it again.” Throughout the awkward silence, the more Tony thought about it, the clearer it became. Angie did like it! No wonder she was always encouraging him to eat. As if to drive the point home, she got on her knees and gave his protruding belly a big kiss. That sent a tingle up to his head, and Tony could only shudder in response. Despite her efforts, Tony was still perplexed. “Babe, still I don’t get how anyone could like this.” he said, poking his stomach. His whole life, Tony thought fat was something to be ashamed of. Besides, it was unattractive, wasn’t it? “I love it!” she quickly replied, exasperated. She then Angie let out a sigh before changing tactics, “Besides, in case you haven’t noticed, I’ve put on a few pounds myself.” Had Angie put on weight? Tony took a good long look at Angie, like he hadn’t in several months. She gave him a little twirl so he could get the full picture. Her butt had definitely grown rounder and a little wider. The back of her thong disappeared between two nice plump bubble butt cheeks. In the front, a cute little ** belly pushed over the top of her panties. She ran her thumbs under the elastic to give her pinched tummy a little relief, revealing a red line where the band had been squeezing her softening waist line. Her hips swelled outwards and up top, her breasts were bulging over the top of her c-cup bra, threatening to escape their lacy confines. Yup, there was no question about it. Angie had turned into quite the bulging bride, but Tony like what he saw. He couldn’t believe it, but he loved how much she had thickened. It was almost as if the extra weight had made her even more beautiful. “I weighed myself the other day, and I’ve put on 30 pounds since the wedding, and I haven’t heard you complaining.” “Of course not, you’re gorgeous.” replied Tony, but then his face hardened before adding, “I still need to know.” “What?” “How much I weigh.” Angie gulped. When they had first started dating, Tony noticed he was developing a little potbelly and decided to weigh himself. He didn’t like what he saw and became very upset, so much so that he refused seconds that night. So, to keep him from worrying about his weight, Angie had hidden the scale under the sink, all the way to the back. But now it was time to get it out. After she pulled the scale out, Tony wordlessly stepped on. He had forgotten the previous weighing, in which had clocked in at almost 180 pounds and only remembered that for most of his life he had been 165. He stepped on the scale and looked down but could only see belly. After swallowing his pride a bit, he leaned forward a bit to see past his swollen gut. The display had a rotating clock-like symbol, as it calculated his weight. It only lasted a few seconds, but it seemed to go on for hours as Tony bent over, peered down, and stood totally still, waiting for the reading. 2 4 7 “Holy shit, I’ve gained 80 pounds!”
  4. Part Three: Three Dates Tony was awoken by a throbbing pain in his head that morning a little after 9:30. The living room was filled with the wonderful smell of freshly brewed coffee. In front of him was Angie, holding a steaming mug. She was wearing baggy pajamas and had her hair done up in a messy bun. Even though she had just rolled out of bed, Tony could see the same beauty he saw in her the night before. With a smile, Angie offered him the mug of black coffee and a couple of aspirin tablets. After Tony swallowed the aspirin and took a sip of coffee, she spoke in a soft voice. “Why don’t you take a shower while I whip us up some breakfast?” Tony smiled back at Angie, enchanted by her big brown eyes. “Sounds great,” he replied, trying to match her sunny disposition. “I’ll get started then,” she said as she headed towards the kitchen, “Oh, and Mike left some sweats here when he helped move me in. I left them in the bathroom for you. Don’t worry, they’re clean.” After a nice hot shower that did wonders for his hangover, Tony quickly examined himself in the mirror. He was relieved that his belly had gone back down to its usual size after the feast he had the night before. Still, if he was being honest with himself, the usual size of his stomach was a little too big for his own preference. ‘Better try not to make a pig of yourself, Tony,’ he thought while patting his paunchy midriff. After his pep talk, Tony donned the waiting sweat suit. Mike was fifty pounds heavier than Tony, so Tony was practically swimming in them. The pants were extra-large, and he had to pull in the waist drawstring tight so they wouldn’t fall down. Coming out of the bathroom, Tony picked up the heavenly scent of Angie’s breakfast. Sizzling bacon in the pan, eggs scrambled, pancakes covered in butter and syrup, a glass of orange juice, more coffee, and a cherry Danish to top it all off. Tony’s face lit up when she saw the elaborate breakfast spread, but then face slightly as he remembered his resolve to show some restraint around Angie. “Dig in,” Angie insisted, as she dished him up a generous helping. He was about to protest the amount of food when his stomach betrayed him with a growl. ‘Well, I guess I am pretty hungry,’ he admitted to himself. By 11, Tony was packed full yet again. Absolutely stuffed, he retired to the recliner in the living room and loosened the drawstring on the sweatpants. While Angie, rather pleased with herself, happily tidied away in the kitchen, Tony nodded off, watching college football. He totally spaced that Saturday morning was usually his go-to day to hit the gym hard. For Tony, the rest of the day was spent drinking beer and snacking away. Whenever the snacks got scarce, Angie always had something new to offer, plus a beer to wash it down. Tony went through nachos, buffalo wings, pizza rolls, homemade chocolate chip cookies, and more than a few beers to boot. No matter how hard he tried, Tony just couldn’t say no to her. She’d positively beam whenever he polished off her goodies. It also didn’t help that everything Angie made was delicious. It wasn’t long before he was sat down at her dining room table for supper. Before him was a table crowded with a dish of Chicken Alfredo, garden salad, and a fresh loaf of garlic bread. How did she do it? Angie heaped his plate with food, then dished herself a more reasonable portion. “Angie, don’t get me wrong. I love your cooking, but what’s going on here?” he asked, gesturing to the excessive amount of food she was serving him. Seemingly caught, Angie froze up for a moment before replying. “Well, uh,” Angie stammered, stumbling over her words. “I um, I just want to take care of you.” “You sure you’re not trying to fatten me up? Tony said, noticing she was a little flustered and trying to lighten the mood. Angie blushed and looked away. “No, no, it’s just I really want you to enjoy everything I’ve made for you, that’s all.” Tony didn’t know what to say. While he liked the idea of “being taken care of,” he couldn’t help but wonder if there was more to it than that. He couldn’t shake the feeling that there was something she wasn’t telling him. But then again, maybe he was just overthinking things. Still, he had a real connection with Angie and she had been so sweet, he didn’t want to mess things up already. “Well, okay then,” Tony replied finally. “It looks delicious!” He savored every bite of the pasta and garlic bread, amazed at how well Angie had cooked them both. The salad was crisp and refreshing, and he devoured it in no time. When Tony finished his plate, Angie’s face lit up with joy, as if she had accomplished some great feat. She looked so happy when he asked for more. She quickly filled his plate again, and the pile of food was eaten, but Tony was getting really stuffed. He let Angie fetch him a third plateful, but he could feel himself slowing down. His stomach was running out of room, and the drawstring of his sweat pants were beginning to slice into his swelling gut. He loosened the drawstring and then coaxed up a small belch. “Dessert!” Angie announced cheerfully. Tony let out a groan, he was totally stuffed! He shook his head weakly, but Angie was already on her way to the kitchen. Grimacing, Tony massaged his belly and mentally prepared himself. Angie returned in a flourish and plopped an enormous plate of apple crisp down in front of him. She gave him a wink and slid into the chair next to him, spoon in hand. “Open up,” she coaxed. “Here comes the airplane.” Tony opened up obediently. When the last trace of dessert was gone, Angie gracefully helped Tony to his feet. Dazed, he wobbled to the living room and sank back into the couch. “Take it easy. I got the dishes,” said Angie, before disappearing back into the kitchen. Tony drifted off to sleep, waking an hour later, feeling rejuvenated. While Angie was still rummaging around in the kitchen, he decided he would make his first move. As she was coming out of the kitchen, he pulled her close and gave her a passionate kiss. She kissed him back, melting into his arms and moaning in pleasure. But pushed back from his embrace when she felt the swell of his manhood press against her. “Tony, you are the sweetest guy I have ever met, but I have a strict three date rule,” with a frown she continued, “You’ll need to sleep on the couch again.” Tony felt a bit dejected, but went along with her wishes, “It’s okay, I’ll wait for as long as you need.” Sunday was a repeat of Saturday, spent eating and relaxing Angie was a great listener and they talked nonstop, learning more about each other. The more time they spent together, the more Tony got used to Angie’s pampering. He was pleasantly surprised at how she always went out of her way to make sure he was comfortable. Of course this mainly involved making sure he was well fed, but Tony wasn’t complaining. For dinner, Angie made a pan of lasagna, complete with another homemade loaf of garlic bread. Tony, getting the idea, managed to put away three big helpings of lasagna without even being asked. For dessert, Angie had made a freshly baked peach pie. It smelled heavenly when she brought it out, but Tony was almost too full to move. “Sorry Angie, I don’t think I could eat another bite.” Tony said, after failing to suppress a belch. “No worries, just relax for now. I’ll clean up in the meantime.” She replied calmly. Half an hour later, his food had somewhat settled and Angie returned from the kitchen. Tony wasn’t all that hungry after such a huge dinner, but the look in Angie’s eyes was unmistakable. She wanted her man full. “Dig in,” she insisted, her eyes glowing. Tony was, as it turned out, able to put away a large slice of warm pie and a heaping scoop of vanilla ice cream. Without thinking, he loosened the drawstring on his pants for about the fifth time since Saturday morning. After cleaning up the last of the dishes, Angie snuggled next to Tony on the couch. She reached under his sweatshirt and started tickling his round, full belly. Then she flashed a wicked smile, her eyes sparkling with intent. “How are you feeling? Did I take good care of you?” she asked. Tony gave a resounding, “Yup!” “Good, then it’s time for you to take good care of me.” Angie slid her hand from his belly down into his sweatpants and found his growing member. After only a few strokes, he was rock hard. “What? I thought you have a three date rule?” Tony asked in disbelief. ”I do. Date one was Friday, two was yesterday, and now it’s number three. Is that a problem?” ”No problem at all.” Tony picked her up and carried her into the bedroom. The two quickly shed their clothes, and slowly they entwined themselves. Tony’s stomach was full, and he assumed that would be a problem, but once they got intimate, he found that his full belly actually enhanced the experience. He savored the sensation of his swollen, hurting stomach sloshing and his bloated gut going with their motions, Angie’s pressure on his full stomach, the gurgling and even the odd belch, which made her giggle. Over the next several hours, they continued to make love until their energy was completely spent. Still entwined as midnight approached, Tony finally told Angie that he had to go home. He needed to get some sleep, as he had to get up early for work in the morning. “Ohhh no,” Angie protested. “At least let me get you a midnight snack before you go.” “I don’t know Ang. I have been eating all day.” “Come on, I still have one little piece of peach pie left. Think you can handle it?” “Ok sure, I guess I could handle one little piece.” “Great, stay in bed. I’ll get it for you.” The little piece was more like a third of the pie and it was piled high with ice cream. Still, Tony managed to finish it all and even scrapped the plate clean. Finally, it was time to go and Tony slid out of bed and stood up. He stood in the dim light of Angie’s bedroom naked, looking around for his clothes. His belly, which had been more or less flat just three days ago, was now a round little ** stuffed with all of Angie’s fine food. “Are you looking for these?” Angie offered, “Your famous high school jeans. My cousin mentioned to me how you put them on every year and gloat about how they still fit.” For fun, Angie slipped them on. “Look, plenty of room in here.” Angie buttoned them and pulled out at the 32 inch waist, which was six inches more than her own waistline. Playfully, she modeled the jeans that were much too big. Tony whistled, “Looking good! Maybe next year, you can wear them.” he joked. Angie just smiled and slid them off and handed them to Tony. Tony pulled them on with no problem, but when he tried to button them, there was at least a gap at least three inches wide. His belly was had grown too round and tightly stuffed with all of Angie’s treats. “Someone has been feeding me a little too much.” He said with a sheepish glance at Angie. He patted his belly and pulled up the zipper about halfway up. That was as far as it would go. He finished getting dressed, embraced Angie tightly and kissed her goodbye, then reluctantly left.
  5. Part Two: Angie While the two friends continued catching up and reminiscing about old days, Olivia returned to the booth, but she wasn’t alone. Another woman was behind her, trailing her footsteps. “Oh hey Angie,” Mike said as he noticed the brunette in Olivia’s wake. “Tony, this is Angela, Olivia’s cousin from Jersey. I hope you don’t mind that we had her tag along.” Olivia stepped to the side so that Tony could get a good look at Angie when he turned to welcome her. When he saw Angie, he was immediately stunned; his mouth dropped opened slightly and his eyes widened. Angie smiled warmly and extended her hand. “Happy birthday Tony, it’s nice to meet you.” Feeling a little self-conscious in the presence of such a beautiful woman, it took Tony a few seconds to react. Finally, he took her hand in a gentle shake. Angie’s hand was soft and warm to touch and sent a tingle up his arm. “Olivia’s told me a lot about you,” Angie said, trying to throw the still tongue-tied Tony a bone. “Oh, really? Nice to meet you too,” Tony stammered, a bit flustered. Angie couldn’t help but giggle a bit at the befuddled Tony. Trying to save his friend from further embarrassment, Mike motioned to the space next to Tony. “Have a seat, Angie.” He then poured her a glass of beer from the pitcher. “Angie just moved from the Jersey City.” Olivia explained while taking her own seat. “Mike helped her get a job as a receptionist at his company. She’s got an apartment here in Queens about two blocks from here. We helped her move in last week.” Angie stood 5’6” and was a curvy size six. She wore tight jeans that were practically painted on and a low cut clingy black sweater that exposed her ample cleavage. Her ample assets caught Tony’s attention when he wasn’t staring into her big brown eyes. Her complexion was flawless and her heart-shaped face was framed by chestnut hair which cascaded down to her shoulders. Needless to say, Tony was firmly under Angie’s spell. Tony was eventually able to get a grip of himself and could hold a conversation with Angie without putting his foot in his mouth. Before long, Tony’s attention was focused entirely on Angie. He barely registered what Mike said when he and Olivia said when they excused themselves after only a few minutes. Whatever it was, Tony was grateful for their privacy. Who knows if there is such a thing as “love at first sight?” Well, if there isn’t, what Tony felt was pretty damn close. They talked for hours, finding they had much in common. Both were second generation Italian Americans, both liked the same kinds of music, the same shows and movies. The list of similarities went on and on. Without realizing it, Tony made his way through the enormous pile of chicken wings, almost single-handedly, plus two pitchers of beer. Angie refilled his glass any time it got low while Tony was lost in conversation. When Angie noticed he had finished the greasy wings, she steered the conversation over to food. “We sure polished off those wings,” she said, gesturing to the pile of chicken bones and napkins. “Do you want dessert?” Tony thought about it. Did he want dessert? On the one hand, he was in the mood for something sweet after all the beer and wings. On the other, he was getting pretty stuffed. His stomach was aching, and he didn’t think it could take any more food. Carefully, he put his hand to his aching stomach, hoping not to draw attention to himself. Angie could feel his reluctance. “Oh, come on,” she said persuasively. “Olivia said the brownies are really good here.” “I shouldn’t,” Tony said, hesitant to commit. “Yes, you should,” Angie countered, handing him the menu with a smile. Tony did, as it turned out, have a little more room and was able to cram two big brownie squares into his bloated stomach, Angie barely having a taste herself. Shortly after polishing off the brownies, both of them began to realize just how late it had gotten. Tony glanced up at the clock and saw it was almost time for last call. Neither of them could believe how quickly the time had flown by. Tony felt like he could have talked to Angie all night, but with the bar closing he knew that was impossible. Tony paid the bill and they exchanged phone numbers before they said their reluctant goodbyes. But then, as Tony tried to stand up, he wobbled and heavily fell back into his chair. “I guess I had a few too many beers,” he admitted, a little embarrassed. “Why, don’t you just crash at my place? You can sleep on the couch.” “Yeah. I’d like that.” “Great! Do you think you can walk a couple of blocks?” “I think so.” Tony smiled. This time Angie helped steady him as he stood before helping him get his jacket on. As she was zipping up his jacket, her hand brushed across his belly that was now packed with beer, wings and brownies. They bulged noticeably over the 32 inch waist his tight high school jeans. Angie couldn’t resist giving his distended tummy a little pat before beginning their trek back to her place. She just loved a man with a little bulk. Almost as soon as they walked through the door to Angie’s apartment, Tony fell heavily onto her couch. Angie dutifully helped him get his feet up on the ottoman and pulled off his shoes. Tony let out a groan as he leaned forward so Angie could free him from his jacket. Angie sensed that the source of his pain was the waistband of his jeans that was synching his stuffed belly. “Let’s see if we can make you more comfortable,” Angie said as she tugged at his belt. With a bit of effort, she managed to unbuckle it, then yanked the belt out of the loop. With that out of the way, she undid the button, then gently eased the zipper down. Now freed from its tight confines, his bulging belly rapidly filled the newly opened space. The amazing feeling Tony felt now that the pressure on his stomach was relieved was spoiled by the sound of a loud belch escaping from his lips. ”Excuse me…” he mumbled, turning red again. Angie just giggled. ”I guess I ate too much,” Tony said. Angie shooed him dismissively. ”Oh, you’re allowed to indulge a little on your birthday,” she purred. Angie sat down next to Tony, slipped her hand under his tee-shirt and began stroking his full tummy in circular motions. Her hands felt cool and soft. “I hope you had a happy birthday,” whispered Angie as she continued to rube his belly. Tony could only muster a smile in reply before closing his eyes and falling into a sound sleep. All the while, her hands continued to go round and around. “Goodnight.” Angie kissed him lightly on the cheek and then pulled a blanket over him.
  6. Both, SWG, Feeding, Romance - Tony is proud that at 30 he can still fit into jeans he wore in high school, until he meets Angie. This is the first part of a reimaging of a classic WG story originally authored by Billedmeup with his permission. Once the original story has been rewritten, I'll be creating new sequels with the intention of making it a series similar to the Jamie's Tummy series by the great Big Beautiful Dreamer on the old dimensions forum. Anyways this is the first time I'm posting a story WG related, so critiques are welcome! Part One: Thirty Today Tony reached into his closet and blindly searched around until his fingers brushed against the familiar fabric of his old high school jeans. They were unmistakably well worn and soft, the faded blue denim showing signs of age. He pulled them out and held them up, examining them carefully. They looked just as he remembered them - the same slim fit and tapered legs. He grinned to himself, remembering all the memories he had had in those jeans and feeling proud he could still wear them after all these years. With a deep breath, Tony stepped into the jeans and pulled them up over his legs. As expected, they easily slid up without too much resistance, hugging his legs comfortably. However, when he tried to button them up, he realized they were a bit more snug than he remembered. He sucked in his stomach and tried again, but the button stubbornly refused to go through the hole. Tony frowned, his excitement at wearing his old jeans turning to frustration. Finally, after a couple more failed attempts, he was able to get them buttoned and zipped up. Tony wondered if the jeans had shrunk a bit from hanging in the closet all year. He frowned, trying to remember if he made sure to set the dryer to delicate the last time he had them washed. After a minute or so wondering, he shook his head dismissively. Whatever, despite the additional effort, his 32-inch waist jeans from high school still fit 12 years later, so his annual ritual was still intact. After slipping on a black tee-shirt, Tony walked over to the mirror and checked his reflection. Tony stood just a couple of inches under six feet and weighed 165 pounds the last time he checked, making him fit and trim. He ran his fingers through his black wavy hair, pleased that it was still thick and his hairline ’t receded. Satisfied with his hair, he quickly shaved his five o’clock shadow before inspecting his face. His face unlined and his skin smooth, giving him a youthful appearance. Tony attributed his looks to his regular workouts at the neighborhood gym. Three or four times a week, he would hit the weights and work up a decent sweat running a couple of miles on the treadmill. He didn’t really watch what he ate, but he didn’t indulge to much of an excess either. Being a bachelor, his refrigerator was often empty, save for leftover takeout and, of course, beer. For breakfast, he would usually grab a bagel with cream cheese and a coffee at the café in the lobby of his office building. Lunch was almost always fast food; Tony was partial to a New York slice, but any deli sandwich would do just as well. Finally, dinner consisted normally either was of a bowl of cereal or a frozen TV dinner. Tony was many things, but a chef wasn’t one of them and these days, enjoying a home-cooked meal was limited to Thanksgiving and Christmas dinner with his folks. Until earlier this year, working as a Service Representative for a local manufacturing company kept him pretty active with daily site visits to his clients sites all across the city. Of course, things for Tony changed with a promotion to a management position. His new sedentary desk job with added stress, regular business lunches with customers and almost daily afternoon meeting complete with coffee and donuts, had added a few excess pounds to his middle. While he knew he had gained a bit of weight, he was in denial about just how much and paid it little attention. After all, it was only a few pounds, right? Dressed and washed up, Tony grabbed a light jacket and headed out of his bachelor apartment and into the cool spring evening air. It was Friday night, and he had the entire weekend ahead of him. After a night out, he planned on relaxing and taking it easy, maybe catching up on some sleep or gluing himself to the TV. As he walked down the street, he couldn’t help but feel a little pleased with himself. He kept his lean figure through lots of hard work and discipline and his old high school jeans were the proof. As Tony walked into the dimly lit pub, the omnipresent smell of beer and fried food filled his nostrils. The raucous laughter and chattering of patrons washed over him as he made his way to his usual booth. When Tony arrived, his buddy Mike and Mike's wife Olivia were already seated with an empty beer pitcher and a second nearly empty pitcher gave testimony to the fact that they had gotten a head start to the festivities. When Mike noticed the guest of honor had arrived, he quickly poured the remaining beer into a glass and presented it to Tony. “Happy birthday buddy! Take a seat and grab some wings. Tony grabbed the beer with a thankful nod and checked out the table, spotting the messy basket of chicken bones. “Guess we got a little hungry waiting for you,” Olivia said with a chuckle before continuing. “Don’t worry, we’ll order more.” Mike gave Tony the once over. “Let me guess, your high school jeans?” “Yep, they still fit.” “I think Mike still has a pair of jeans from high school,” Olivia snickered, “But he hasn’t worn them in a while.” She punctuated her point with a playful jab to her husband’s bulging middle. “And whose fault is that?” Mike mumbled, glancing down at his belly bulging out of his tight jeans. “Couldn't be me.” She replied innocently. “I just always cook meals I know my husband will love. I don't think I ever forced you to eat anything.” As Mike and Olivia light-heartedly went back and forth, Tony took a moment to survey his friend. In the four years that since he’s shacked up with Olivia, it appeared Mike had put on at least fifty pounds. Tony thought little of it at first; it was normal for guys to pack on a few pounds when they got into a relationship. His buddies' ballooning weight was hard to miss lately, Tony seriously wondered how Mike was able to fit in the booth. His expanded beer belly looked like it was practically devouring the table. ‘Mike what the hell happened to you?’ Tony thought. ‘I got to say something before he’s too far gone.’ Shortly after coming to the conclusion that he should broach the subject, Olivia created an opportunity by announcing she was going to head over to the ladies’ room. As she began to move away, Tony got a glimpse of her backside. ‘Clearly, what’s good for the goose is good for the gander.’ thought Tony as he looked her up and down. Her still dainty ankles and calves gave way to wide hips and chubby thighs that rubbed together as she walked away. Her bubble butt had also grown bubblier and wider, each cheek jiggling under her tight skirt as she walked. As soon as his buddy’s bulging bride was out of earshot, Tony wasted no time, “Look, Mike, I’m going to be honest with you. You’ve gotten fat.” Mike opened his mouth to protest, but Tony cut him off. “No man, hear me out. I worry about you, buddy. You’ve really let yourself go.” Mike again tried to say something, but Tony wouldn’t let him get a in word edge-wise. “You really ought to do some sit-ups and start eating right or else you won’t even be able to tie your own shoes!” Tony let the silence stretch out to emphasize his point before he continued. “You used to run a five-minute mile. Now I look at you and I can’t imagine you being able to even run one lap around the pub without getting winded.” “Okay man, knock it off. Last time I checked, neither of us is playing on the Giants!” Mike shot back. Tony leaned in closer. “Yeah, but you still need to take care of yourself.” Mike snorted and patted his belly for emphasis. “Olivia takes care of me. She’s a great cook, and she always makes sure I’m well fed.” “You know that’s not what I’m talking about,” Tony retorted before Mike cut him off. “Look Tony, one day you’re gonna settle down, then you’ll know what I’m talking about.” “Nah man, not me. I’m living the good life.” He emptied the contents of the pitcher into his glass before getting in one more jab. “Think we should find a booth you can actually fit into?” Truth be told, the “good life” was pretty solitary these days. Over his twenties, he had a few relationships that obviously hadn’t worked out. These days, companionship was limited to the occasional one-night stand with girls that he either picked up at the bar or met at the gym. Soon, another pitcher arrived, and Tony topped up his glass. All the talk of weight and his relationship status was wearing on him, and he needed another drink to unwind. After taking a swig, he unzipped his jacket, took it off, and hung it over the back of the booth. His jacket gone, Mike noticed for the first time that Tony was sporting a bit of a paunch himself. It collected around his mid-section, pushing out slightly over the top of his belt. The tight black tee shirt he wore did little to conceal his belly pressed firmly against the fabric. While there was no debating the fact that Mike had ballooned over the years, it seemed as though his fit friend wasn’t completely immune to the effects of a slowing metabolism. “What are you looking at?" Tony asked, feeling as though he was on the receiving end of the judgement for a change. “Nothing,” replied Mike, taking the high road. ‘Well, if Mr. Perfect doesn’t have a chink in his armor,’ he thought, smiling to himself.
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