Be warned: This is a weight gain story. If that's not something you like DO NOT READ.
Christa has had her eyes on Samuel for ages.
He's the quarterback of the football team and easily the most popular boy at school.
She's worked hard to try and g...
The moment the door clicked shut behind us, a delicious thrill coursed through me. My heart raced in my chest, a frantic drumbeat that matched the nervous laughter spilling from my lips. He was so close, his presence warm and intoxicating, making it hard to think straight.
As he stepped back, the playful smirk on his lips sent a shiver down my spine. In one swift motion, he pulled off his shirt, revealing a body that could only be described as sculpted. His chiseled abs and defined pecs were an image burned into my mind, and my breath caught in my throat as I took him in. I couldn't help but feel a pang of insecurity wash over me, a stark reminder of how fit he was compared to my own body, which had become softer and fuller as I had gained weight in recent months. His dark hair fell into his eyes, which glowed with a smoldering heat that set my insides ablaze, but I couldn't shake the nagging feeling that he deserved someone who matched his physique, someone who didn't carry the weight of self-doubt along with her curves.
My heart raced even faster as he reached for the bottom of my hoodie, fingers grazing my skin. "Wait," I blurted out, a jolt of uncertainty creeping in. "I don't know if you want to see what's under here." I instinctively pulled down on the fabric, feeling it cling to the roundness of my belly and chest. The vulnerability of the moment made me want to hide, yet I felt an undeniable urge to share myself with him.
"Oh, believe me, I do," he replied, his voice low and sultry, sending a thrill through me. Something about his tone made my resolve waver, and I loosened my grip, allowing him to pull the hoodie off completely.
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His sigh of appreciation sent warmth blooming in my chest, and before I knew it, he gently pushed me back onto the bed. The mattress felt soft beneath me, and I surrendered to the sensation, his hands traveling over my body with a reverent touch. I gasped as his fingers explored my curves, gliding over my belly, which seemed so much rounder than the last time I looked at it, the flesh soft and inviting under his caress. He traced the swell of my breasts, his fingers brushing against the sides before gently squeezing, as if he were captivated by every inch of me.
With each movement, he seemed almost drawn to the places where I had gained weight—my thighs, fuller and softer, yielding slightly as he ran his hands along them, reveling in the way they jiggled under his touch. Instead of being repulsed, he seemed to find an intoxicating thrill in my body, and each caress ignited a fire within me, making me feel both exposed and desired like never before.
As we surrendered to the moment, he slowly slipped my leggings and underwear off, each deliberate motion heightening the tension that crackled in the air between us. When the fabric finally released its grip, I felt a rush of freedom, my body reacting instinctively to the newfound space. My ass spread out against the soft mattress, and I could feel the way my thighs jiggled slightly as they settled, a sensation that was both exhilarating and nerve-wracking. The gentle rise and fall of my belly created ripples through my flesh, each movement a reminder of my curves, which were now completely unconfined.
Then, he discarded his own pants, and suddenly, we were both bare, the barriers between us vanishing in an instant. The cool air brushed against my skin, heightening my awareness of every inch of my body. I felt vulnerable yet empowered, my curves on full display as I surrendered to the moment, eager to explore this new intimacy with him.
What followed was a whirlwind of passion, our bodies moving in a rhythm that felt primal and intoxicating. I could feel every part of me responding to his touch, the way my flesh jiggled and shifted beneath his hands only fueling my excitement. His voice wrapped around me as he called me beautiful, each word a balm that soothed my insecurities and filled me with a sense of empowerment.
Lost in the intensity of our intimacy, I felt the world outside fade away, leaving only the two of us in this cocoon of pleasure. As the waves of ecstasy crashed over us, I teetered on the edge of bliss, my body responding to his every movement. With a shared gasp, we both found our release, spiraling together into a euphoric abyss.
Even in the throes of passion, he paid exquisite attention to my movements, his hands dancing over my body with a care that deepened the connection between us. He gently squeezed my rolls, savoring the softness as if it were the most precious treasure. Each touch was deliberate, a mix of tenderness and desire, and he took his time exploring every curve. Occasionally, he would deliver a gentle slap to my round belly, causing a delightful ripple of jiggling that made me gasp, not from shock but from sheer enjoyment. The mixture of sensations—his playful touches and the way my body responded—sent shivers of pleasure coursing through me, making me feel alive and cherished in a way I had never experienced before.
Afterward, the air felt thick with satisfaction as we lay together, the rhythm of our breaths calming. He propped himself up on one elbow, a soft smile on his lips, and as his hand moved to rub my belly, I felt an unexpected wave of vulnerability wash over me. His gaze locked onto mine, deep and unwavering, as he caressed my softness with such care and tenderness that it made me feel even more exposed than when we had been fucking. Each gentle stroke ignited a warmth within me, and I reveled in the intimacy of the moment, feeling safe and cherished in the aftermath of our shared experience. The connection in his eyes reassured me, transforming my insecurities into a profound sense of acceptance and desire.
But then, just as quickly as the magic had enveloped us, he got up, throwing on his pants with a nonchalance that made me smile. "Let's eat!" he declared, his eyes twinkling with mischief. And just like that, he walked out of the room, leaving me blissfully content yet utterly confused.
Lying back on the bed, I replayed the whirlwind of emotions that had just unfolded. What had just happened? A mixture of excitement and uncertainty swirled within me, leaving me to wonder what would happen next.As I sat there in the afterglow, I felt a pang of guilt creep in, and my thoughts drifted to Samuel. Memories of our moments together tugged at my heart, and I worried about what this newfound intimacy could mean for our relationship.
But just as those worries began to take hold, a wave of anger washed over me, fueled by the countless times Samuel had left my texts on read and the way he had walked past me at school like I was invisible. Each instance had stung, reminding me of the distance that had grown between us. The frustration bubbled within me, clashing with the warmth of the moment I was sharing now. In that tension, I found clarity; I deserved to feel desired and cherished, not just by anyone, but by someone who truly valued me.
