Dream Woman

7

"Just a couple more bites," I coaxed, bringing the fork back to Mia's lips.

She let out a breath before taking the piece of cake into her mouth and chewing. She rubbed her stuffed belly, letting out a soft moan.

"You're doing good baby," I encouraged, caressing the side of her swollen stomach. "Fuck. You look so big right now."

We were currently out to dinner with our friend Ash and Leah. We were having a double date at one of our favorite restaurants.

We haven't seen our friends since Mia and I celebrated our six months anniversary. Now, seven months later, both girls were unrecognizable.

Mia was at least 240 pounds now. Her massive belly strained every shirt she wore, and hung over all of her tight pants. Her thick thighs were smashed together as she walked, and her ass wobbled with every step. Her arms ballooned, and her fingers were chubby. Her face was round, and her neck disappeared beneath her chins.

Leah was also packing on the pounds, which Ash was more than okay about. We talked about feeding our girlfriends and worshipping their growing bodies often. It was nice to have a friend who understood me. Leah went from a thin 110 pounds to a chubby 160 pounds.

I set the fork back on the table as Leah and Ash returned from the bathroom. They both said they needed the go, but I think Ashton just wanted to fuck his fat girlfriend after watching her stuff herself in that ridiculously tight dress.

"The waiter brought the bills," I informed my friend and he sat down. He nodded his head in thanks, his hand discreetly rubbing Leah's belly under the table.

"You missed dessert," Mia told her friend. "It was really good, not too sweet."

"I don't know how you still had room for dessert," Leah said. "I still stuffed from dinner."

"Yes you are," Ash mumbled, patting her belly.

I smirked. "Mia always has room for dessert," I said, rubbing her belly under the table. Her soft skin was hanging over her leggings and peaking out from under her shirt. "That's why she always wears stretchy pants."

Mia chuckled. "Stretchy pants are a lifesaver," she said.

We paid and left the restaurant, saying goodbye to our friends. Ashton and I made plans to meet up again in a month or so, while Mia and Leah hugged.

We got into the car, and Mia let out a breath as she struggled to pull the seatbelt over her swollen gut. She placed her hands on the sides of her swollen stomach, slightly rubbing to ease her discomfort. "I can't believe I ate that much," she complained.

I reached over and patted her gut with a laugh. "Are you getting too big for your stretchy pants babe?" I teased, rubbing the her bulging belly.

"I'm out growing all of my clothes," she said. "Everything is too tight again."

"We'll get you bigger clothes," I assured her. "Don't worry."

"Maybe I should be worried," she said. "I'm already an XXL. How long until I outgrow an XXXL?"

I looked over at her with a smirk. "With the way you're blowing up? Probably not long," I told her. "I think you'll look good in XXXL, maybe even a an 4XL."

"Fuck, how big do you see me getting?" She asked.

I shrugged. "You're already my dream girl. Big belly, thick thighs, wide hips... anything else you gain at this point is just an added bonus," I told her. "But you love to eat, and I love to watch you eat. If you wanna keep outgrowing all your clothes, I'm not going to deny you that."

"You wouldn't care if I was 600 pounds?" She asked, chuckling at the thought.

"Fuck is that a goal? You're already almost half way there," I said. "Mia, is you wanna stuff yourself until your ass can no long fit in this car, than I will help. I've said it before and I'll say it again, i like you heavy. I wanted you this way from the moment I laid eyes on you, and I am never letting you go now that I have it."

"Wow," she said, a small smile on her lips. "I love you."