Dream Woman

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Mia hasn't been to the gym in a month. I've noticed her appetite has increased greatly, so now I'm offering her food all the time.

Her flat stomach was a thing of the past now, and a ring of pudge surrounded her middle. I was absolutely obsessed with her growing belly, and was always rubbing it when she was stuffed.

So far all of the weight gain was going straight to her gut, but i could tell her thighs were beginning to thicken. All of her tight clothes displayed her fattening figure perfectly.

She wore a silver dress for our date night. A dress that definitely fit better 20 pounds ago... The fabric was stretched over her soft belly, showing off her recent gain to everyone.

As we ate, I couldn't help but watch the way her stomach inflated under the tight dress. She devoured her pasta and chugged her wine, not caring how her gut began to rest on her thighs.

It was difficult to watch her stuff yourself and not be able to touch her. I wanted to feel the weight of her belly in my hands, especially after she finished eating dessert.

When we got home, I quickly took her to the bedroom and peeled the tight dress off of her bloated body. My hands caressed her belly, poking and prodding at the soft, fat flesh.

Mia moaned at the contacts of my hands. She'd grown to love getting belly rubs just as much as I love giving them. "God I ate so much," she complained.

"I can tell," I said, patting her gut. "You're starting to fill out, babe."

"I'm just really full," she said.

Mia rode on top of me for the first time in months. I could feel how much heavier she was, how much heavier I made her. Her belly was soft as it rested on my abs, and honestly looked huge from my perspective.

I couldn't believe how big she's gotten in just a a few months—she had to be nearly 25 pounds heavier. She still seemed to be in denial about her growing waistline, but that wasn't going to stop me from adding to it. I couldn't help but squeeze her belly as I came inside of her.

When Mia climbed off of me, she panted with a smile. "Do you want a snack?" She asked.

I couldn't help but chuckle as I looked over at her. She was caressing her belly, smiling lazily at me. "I'll get you ice cream," i told her.

I fed her the entire carton of chocolate ice cream. Even after she began to protest halfway through, I continued to stuff her full belly until she was moaning in pain.

"Fuck," she breathed out. "You keep feeding me like that and you'll have a fat girlfriend."

I chuckled. "It's a good thing you go to the gym every day," I said, acting like I haven't noticed the change in her routine.