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blepjkabf · 2 months

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”when did my baby get so fat?”

All day you had been teasing. I went to work before you woke up and as soon as you did you sent me selfies of you drinking a weight gain shake and wearing a shirt that definitely fit better 20 pounds ago. I’d reply with encouragement and get back to work but before I know it you’re texting me again. This time you’re telling me that you’re getting ready to go out with a friend and you just cant seem to find pants that fit properly. You tell me you went with a dress instead and send me a picture, obviously trying to tease. In the picture you’re standing sideways in front of a mirror in that blue and purple dress. It’s tied tightly, your belly pressing against the front and the cut out in the back definitely showing how soft you’ve gotten. You’ve got one hand on the phone and the other holding your definitely stuffed belly. I’d reply telling you how beautiful you look and that you’re definitely having fun without me.

Finishing up my day at work I get another text from you. You tell me you’re home and getting comfy and that you had fun when you were out but your friend just couldn’t get over how fat you’d gotten. Apparently when she saw you she mentioned something about how I must be taking care of you well and then as you were eating lunch she saw your portion size and said something along the lines of no wonder that dress is so tight. You told me that you found it hard not to blush when she said that even though you thought you should be embarrassed. You finished up the message with a selfie from the couch showing you in just your bra and underwear where you had slipped out of your dress, saying by the time you got done for lunch it was way too tight so you were just gonna be comfortable until I got home. I’d reply teasing about how well you’re taken care of and how fat you’re looking today. I’d let you know that I’m on my way home and I can’t wait to see you.

I’d walk through the door of our house and call for you, with no reply. I’d go into the living room and find you still in your underwear looking at me with those big doe eyes, holding your belly. I’d greet you how I normally would, walking up to kiss you and you’d pull me close. I’d end up looking down at you from where you’re sitting on the couch, heavy tits trying to spill out of your bra, belly resting out on your thighs, looking round but not quite as full anymore. I’d put my finger under your chin, guiding your head up to look at me, asking you what’s going on. You’d pull me closer again, telling me that you’re just so hungry. You had tried to stuff yourself a few times today but it’s just not the same without me and you need to be full.

This had become a regular thing after you started gaining. You would get in the mood sometimes while I’m at work and you would get so worked up that by the time I got home you were begging to be stuffed. You noticed how much I loved it when you begged and wanted to be bigger so bad and it just made it more fun.

You’ve gained about 30 pounds since you started gaining, and you love it so much there’s no end in sight. And now, you’re sitting infront of me, gains out for the world to see, begging me to make you gain even more. I lean down to kiss you gently again but you pull me in tight for a deep kiss. You grab my hand and pull it into your belly fat, looking me in the eyes begging for me to make you so much softer. I give in and hand you my phone with door dash open. I tell you to order as much as you want of whatever you want while I go get clean from work. You lean back on the couch, my phone in one hand and your belly in the other, mindlessly playing with it while you order.

Soon enough the food would be here, I’d go get it from the door to save you the trip, me still not knowing what all you had ordered. I opened the door to find two big bags of Texas Roadhouse. I look back at you seeing the wide grin on your face. I’d bring the bags in and get everything out on the coffee table. I’d push you back on the couch and kiss you, only to pull back and tell you to beg. I’d make you beg to be stuffed. beg to get fatter. beg to be so stuffed you cant even get off the couch. You would start pleading, telling me how you want to be so much bigger, how you want that dress you were wearing earlier not to be able to reach around you. You just wanted to be my fat cow who opens her mouth and gets used. Not only had you ordered a meal, but you also ordered an appetizer and a dozen rolls. I had expected you to order more honestly, and I asked why you didn’t. You told me that once you finished this, you had a surprise for me. I just nodded along and picked up the thing of rolls, and you dug in.

you ate until there was nothing left. Roll after roll, bite after bite, butter dripping down your chin as you pig out. Me just watching in awe. I let you feed yourself as I rub your expanding belly and kiss you all over. By the time you finish your food, you’re panting and you have a proper belly. One that sticks out, taking up more and more of your lap. I give you a minute before moving to eat you out, but you stop me. You say to help you up and then stay there. I pull you up with a groan and you waddle to the kitchen holding your freshly stuffed tummy. I stay there wondering what youre doing, but then it all makes sense as you waddle back into the living room. Not only are you carrying the funnel, but also a pitcher full of weight gain shake.

“Baby how many of those have you had today?”

“Not enough. Please just make me bigger and heavier.”

“Oh baby I will but you dont just get to sit back and be fed.”

“What do you mean?”

“Well im gonna sit down and youre gonna ride my strap while I stick this funnel down your throat. So you can show me just how good it feels to be getting fattened up”

You dont even respond before you push me down on the couch and straddle my waist. i slip it inside of you and you settle your weight on me, I moan at the feeling, your belly spilling out from between your thighs, settling against me. You start to move your hips as I stick the funnel into your mouth, slowly pouring calories upon calories into you. You moan at the taste, knowing that you’ll wake up in the morning still looking stuffed even though your stomach is empty. But thats the best part isnt it? Feeling yourself expand and get softer with every bite. Feeling how your clothes feel tighter and tighter around your pot belly. And moments like these when we can see how much you’ve really grown by stuffing you so full your belly defies gravity with the way it sticks out.

I continue to pour the shake down the funnel, making you hold it so I can use one hand to pinch and rub you. I reach down to press at your belly and listen to you moan from the sensitivity.

“Oh baby I told you it would get more sensitive the more you gained.” You just looked at me with pleading eyes, asking for more of the shake, asking to get even more sensitive. As you continued to drink, your belly pressed against me more and more, it going from full to taut. You looked atleast 6 months pregnant. You’d finish as I press against your belly more, and I would flip you around and set you down on the couch, you still holding the funnel in your mouth. I’d slip out of you and grab the dress you squeezed into earlier.

“Lets show everyone how well I take care of you princess” I’d set the funnel down and slip the dress over your head and tried to pull it down over your belly with not much luck, I look up at you to see you blushing and holding back a moan. I press on your belly to try to tug the dress down, you let the moans slip out as I tug the dress down, hearing the seems stretch to match your increased size. I cant even attempt to tie the back, but just getting it on was a feat on its own. With it on, I stick the funnel back in your mouth to your surprise. I press on your tummy as you attempt to finish the pitcher. Just as you swallow the last few mouthfuls, the side of the dress succumbs to the stress of your weight. Your belly spills out from the side and you look at me in awe.

“Baby don’t you remember that we got this dress from the maternity section? when did my baby get so fat? I wonder what your friend would think about you now. Begging so much to be stuffed that your clothes cant hold you anymore, it’s pretty pathetic if you ask me..”

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