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“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.”

Sporting a nice double chin in her “Charmed” reunion.

Sporting a nice double chin in her “Charmed” reunion.

Sporting a nice double chin in her “Charmed” reunion.

Sporting a nice double chin in her “Charmed” reunion.

Sporting a nice double chin in her “Charmed” reunion.

Sporting a nice double chin in her “Charmed” reunion.

Sporting a nice double chin in her “Charmed” reunion.

Sporting a nice double chin in her “Charmed” reunion.

Sporting a nice double chin in her “Charmed” reunion.

Sporting a nice double chin in her “Charmed” reunion.

Sporting a nice double chin in her “Charmed” reunion.

Thanks man, glad you enjoyed it! I don't know about a sequel since I feel I've said all I've wanted to with these characters, and Emily's already more than fat enough for my own personal tastes (Although if anyone out there feels inclined to continue the story themselves,  by all means go for it). I'm personally looking forward to moving on to a new batch of characters to thicken up in a fresh setting, so stay tuned!    

My man! Great story. Was hoping for that reunion with Steve but maybe in the sequel???

Such a great update! Love your writing style!