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It was weird when my dad remarried. His new wife – Danielle – was someone I’d gone to college with. To make it more awkward, she was someone I’d had a huge crush on while we were in Psych 101 my freshman year. Now she was my stepmother. Hell, she was just a few months older than I was. It was super fucking weird. But if she made Dad happy, then I’d just have to deal. The bright side was that I’m pretty sure Danielle never noticed me in class. At least it wouldn’t be doubly awkward. About eight months into their marriage, I came home to visit from grad school. Dad and Danielle picked me up from the airport and we went out to dinner immediately afterwards. My stepmom had said she was starving, so we stopped at our favorite Mexican place. This place, Pascal’s, had incredible food and didn’t skimp on portion sizes. We’d gone through three baskets of chips before our main courses even arrived. Danielle was absolutely ravenous. She polished off her plate of enchiladas and half of Dad’s chile rellenos before she finally leaned back and stifled a small burp. “I really needed that,” she said as she patted her belly. I couldn’t help but notice that her shirt buttons were straining. I tried not to stare. “Flan for dessert?” Our server asked with a big smile. Dad and I were full and starting to say no, but Danielle jumped in and said yes. Flan was her absolute favorite, she told me. “I never say no to flan,” she said with a smirk. The dessert came and Danielle ate most of it. She was clearly enjoying herself and savoring every bite. When she was done, I noticed that her shirt had ridden up and exposed the lower part of her stomach. I gulped hard. “For dinner tomorrow,” she suddenly said, “I’m thinking we should go to that Japanese restaurant I’ve been wanting to try.” “Tomorrow?” I asked, suddenly tearing myself away from her bulging belly. “Mother’s Day,” Dad said. “Oh. Right.” I really hadn’t thought much of that day since Mom passed away when I was a kid. It was going to be weird to suddenly start celebrating it again. As was having Danielle as my stepmom; I still couldn’t get used to that. On the way back to the house, we stopped to get frozen yogurt. Danielle insisted. * * * The next morning, I woke up late. It was about 11 am. I staggered downstairs for some coffee and my stepmom was sitting at the table and eating a giant muffin. She was wearing a comfortable-looking, baggy sweatshirt and black leggings. But I also noticed a hint of belly showing as well. Her blonde hair was done up in a messy bun. “Morning Ben,” she said cheerfully and with a big smile. “Morning,” I stammered. I tried to sound pleasant, but I was pretty useless before my first cup of coffee or the day. “Muffin?” She held a package out towards me. I gratefully took it and grabbed one, noticing that half the muffins were already gone. “Didn’t we just get these yesterday?” “Yeah,” Danielle said with a blush. “I was hungry this morning.” I chuckled and bit into a blueberry muffin. We sat there in awkward silence for a bit. It dawned on me that this was the first time we’d been alone together. “So,” I said to break the silence, “how are things?” “Good!” Danielle exclaimed. “Good.” She rubbed the side of her stomach absentmindedly. “It’s been a long time since Psych 101, hasn’t it?” My eyes shot up to hers. That was the last thing I’d expected to hear. She had noticed me in class after all! “Dr. Jenkins’ class,” she continued. “Remember how he’d always fall asleep during tests?” “Uh, yeah. I do.” “And do you remember how you’d stare at my ass when you thought I wasn’t looking?” Her eyes twinkled with mischief. My eyes went wide with surprise and horror. “Okay, look –” “It’s okay.” She said with a grin. “I did the same to you, you know.” Now I was dumbfounded. I didn’t know what to say. Laughing, she stood up and stretched. Her sweatshirt pulled up and I caught an eyeful of a very pronounced belly. I started to get hard. “Y-you knew I had a crush on you?” I finally stammered. “Yup,” she said as she pulled her sweatshirt down. “And I was disappointed that you never asked me out.” “I was too nervous to,” I said. I couldn’t take my eyes off her stomach. Danielle caught me looking at her and giggled. “Oh, so you noticed this?” She said rubbing her stomach. “I’ve put on a bit of weight since college. What do you think?” Danielle stood up and took her sweatshirt off. I started to sweat. She had to have put on at least 30 pounds since the wedding, and probably 50 since college. Pretty much all of it had gone to her hips, boobs, and belly. Her pink bra was stretched out and close to failing. “Oh fuck,” I muttered. What was going on? I absentmindedly touched my crotch and tried to push my dick down. Danielle raised an eyebrow. “Oh, you like it?” She sauntered up to me while playing with her belly and boobs. “Your dad doesn’t. He thinks I need to lose weight.” “No!” I unexpectedly exclaimed. “I mean...why?” “Why?” She leaned in real close and whispered in my ear. “It doesn’t matter. I fucking love it.” Danielle’s cleavage was in my face and I started breathing hard. “And I know you do too.” “I-I do,” I said after a moment. Trembling, I reached out and placed a hand on her quivering belly. “I really do.” “Want to help make it bigger?” I almost exploded. She laughed again and walked over to the fridge. In her hand was a big carton of something. I looked at it curiously. “What’s that?” “Weight gain shake,” she said proudly. “I made it up fresh this morning. Heavy cream, cake mix, protein powder, and whole milk. It does a growing tummy good.” Danielle playfully slapped her paunch. I stood up and let her sit in my chair. It was hard to stand straight. Her flesh jiggled as she plopped down. Danielle looked up at me expectantly and opened her mouth wide. I started to pour the shake down her gullet. * * * About 30 minutes later, Danielle gulped down the last of it. It was a fucking amazing thing to see! With gainer shake streaming down the sides of her face and smeared on her swollen belly, she burped loudly. “Fuck Ben,” she panted, “that was intense.” Danielle was huge. Her stomach had almost doubled in size and was stretched to the max. Her boobs rested triumphantly on the fleshy ball; she had taken the bra off halfway through. She winced as I placed a hand on her stomach. “Good God,” I said in disbelief. “You’re gonna to burst!” “So are you,” she said. My eyes went to where was looking and I saw that my dick was about to pop out of my sleep shorts. Danielle burped, then laughed. “And we still have dinner tonight,” I said with sly smile. “Are you going to be hungry enough for it?” “Darling,” she said as she put her arms around my waist, “I’m always hungry.” I helped her up and we went upstairs. “Happy Mother’s Day,” I whispered to her as we went into my bedroom. * * * I woke up with a start. There was knocking at my bedroom door, and Danielle was calling my name. I looked at the clock. It was 11 am. I stared at it blankly. It was all a goddamn dream. “Ben,” Danielle said again, “would you like some coffee?” “Uh, sure.” The door opened and she walked in with a steaming mug. I put my knees up to hide my boner. “Thanks Danielle.” “No problem,” she said smiling. “Your dad told me how you can’t function in the morning without coffee first thing.” Danielle set the mug on my bedside table and started to walk out. She was wearing the same baggy sweatshirt and leggings that I'd seen in my dream. “Wait a sec.” She stopped and turned to me. I wanted to ask her about some of the things I’d dreamed about. I wanted to jump up and caress that fantastic belly of hers. I wanted to fill her with gainer shake until she was ready to pop. I snapped myself out of it and looked at her. “Yeah?” “Umm,” I stammered. “Do you remember that we were in Dr. Jenkins’ Psych 101 class together?” Danielle looked puzzled for a moment, but then a look of recognition came across her face. “Oh my God, yes! I don’t know why I didn’t realize it before.” She laughed. “When your dad introduced me to you, I kept thinking I’d seen you before.” "Small world, isn't it?" I couldn’t help but laugh. It had all been a wonderful, wild, and very weird dream. Turns out I didn't fuck my stepmother after all; I was definitely going to dust off my old psychology textbooks after this. “Small world, indeed!" Danielle echoed as she shut my door.