Dream Woman

6

Over the next six months, I encouraged Mia to gain another fifty pounds. She gave up on the idea of losing weight and staying in shape. If anything, she seemed to slowly be falling in love with the way I stuffed her everyday.

Our relationship has been perfect. We don't fight, we constantly have sex, and there's never a bad moment between us. She was literally my dream girl; especially with her new 225 pound figure.

While she still carried a lot of the weight in her belly, her lower half also thickened nicely. Her thighs were massive and her ass ballooned. Her arms have also grown wider, and her breasts are even heavier. A double chin was finally peaking out, and her cheeks were adorably chubby.

Mia often ate during the day, and I've even caught her sneaking a few midnight snacks. She was completely letting go, and really didn't seem to mind her expanding gut anymore. She even enjoyed when I rubbed her belly.

For our one year, we ate at our favorite Italian restaurant. She was dressed in tight dress that hugged her body nicely. I could see her belly stretching against the fabric, and her breasts were slightly overflowing.

"We haven't been here in ages," Mia gushed as she ate her third breadstick.

Our food hasn't even arrived yet, and her stomach was already beginning to bloat with the amount of bread she was stuffing down her face. I cant imagine what she'll look like by the end of the meal. How tight that dress will be.

I raised my wine glass and offered her a sweet smile. "To our one year," i said, tapping our glasses together. "I love you."

"I love you," she smiled back.

Our food arrived and Mia immediately devoured her pasta. We chatted about life, and our future, and how the rest of the night was going to plan out.

By the time we were done eating, Mia's dress was skin tight. She was breathing heavily, holding her swollen belly as she finally put down her fork.

"I forgot how good the food was," she said, laughing lowly. "I ate so much, I feel so full."

"You look it," I accidentally blurted.

Mias eyes slightly widened and her mouth twitched into a smile. "Do I really?" She asked, her cheeks growing red.

"Are you kidding darling?" I laughed. "Your belly is ready to burst from that dress. I can tell it's tight, you can barely breathe."

She laughed again. "You should pay the bill so we can go home," she said. "You're right. This dress is tight, and you need to take it off."

I smirked and flagged the waiter.

When we got home, Mia rode on top of me. I had to do most of the work since she doesn't have much stamina anymore, but I couldn't care less. As long as I could feel the heavy weight of her warm gut on my toned chest, I didn't care how much my legs burned.

I loved watching her swollen breasts bounce with each thrust, and her chubby body jiggle with every movement. I gripped her thickened hips, my fingers sinking in to her soft lovehandles.

"I can't believe how big you've gotten baby," i said, thrusting harder. "You used to be so skinny and fit. Fuck. I cant believe you put on a hundred pounds in a year."

"It's your fault," she panted. "You constantly feed me and let me sit around and do nothing."

"I let you do whatever you want," I defend, grunting slightly as the burning in my legs returned. "Fck you're so heavy now."

She leaned back, using her hands to support her. Her belly looked massive at this angle and I nearly came right then. "You said you liked me heavier," she said, sounding slightly self conscious. "Am I too heavy?"

I moved my hand from her hip and rubbed her belly. I took in the new stretch marks that were beginning to form, and the new fat rolls. "You'll never be too heavy," I assured her.

After we finished and I helped clean Mia up, I went and got her a snack. She ate a carton of ice cream while I rubbed her belly. We watched trashy tv shows about house remodeling before finally turning in for the night.

I spooned Mia, laying behind her with my hand rubbing her stuffed belly comfortably.