Chapter 2: Building Tension
A few months had passed and I was really enjoying living with Ashley. With that said, I did feel like she was taking advantage of me a little. She was in between would often have me pick up groceries on my way home, and she rarely does any chores around the house. She mostly just laid around the house all day and, from the looks of our grocery bill, ate. A lot.
"Jack, can you run to the store and get me some ice cream?"
Ashley asked one evening, her eyes pleading as she stared at me.
"Sure, no problem," I responded, trying to mask the hint of irritation creeping into my voice. Honestly, I loved watching her eat.
There was something incredibly satisfying about seeing Ashley enjoy the fruits of my labor. That being said, I couldn't shake off the feeling that she was growing too reliant on having her needs met. And yet, every time I saw her eyes lighting up with anticipation, my concerns dissipated, replaced by a sense of warmth and pride. I wanted to take care of her, to ensure that she was happy and content—and if that meant running to the store for some ice cream, then so be it.
I arrived home later that evening, clutching a bag containing a gallon of Ashley's favorite ice cream flavor.
As I opened the door, I was greeted by the faint hum of the television and the sound of Ashley's satisfied moans echoing softly from the couch. I chuckled softly, setting the bag down on the counter before calling out to her.
"Hey, Ashley, I brought home the ice cream you asked for," I announced, carefully navigating past the cluttered coffee table and overcooked pots scattered across the countertop.
Ashley's eyes sparkled as she turned to me, licking away remnants of chocolate sauce from her lips.
"I needed a chocolate appetizer
before the main course," she joked, playfully nudging me with her elbow. "Thanks, sweetie."
I couldn't help but chuckle at her adorable attempt to justify her craving. My heart swelled as I watched her dig into the ice cream, a sense of satisfaction washing over me. As she ate I observed the changes that had happened to her body over the last few months.
I noticed how her jeans had become noticeably tighter around her waist and how her bust seemed to strain against the fabric of her shirt. Even so, she still wore them comfortably, seemingly oblivious to the transformation unfolding within her.
I found myself becoming increasingly fascinated by her expanding curves, my attention fixated on the subtle roundness that had begun to form beneath her shirt. The soft, stretchy material hugged her figure, accentuating the gentle slope of her belly and drawing my gaze downward. I couldn't deny it: I liked the idea of Ashley gaining weight.
I shook my head, attempting to banish these intrusive thoughts. I knew that they stemmed from nothing more than curiosity and perhaps a fleeting sense of control.
Yet even as I attempted to suppress these impulses, I couldn't help but marvel at the sight of Ashley indulging in her favorite treat. Each bite she took seemed to bring her closer to me, as if the act of eating itself created an unspoken bond between us.
As I stepped closer to the couch, I reached out to stroke her arm, reveling in the warmth of her skin beneath my fingertips. "Are you enjoying yourself?" I asked, unable to resist the desire to touch her.
Ashley nodded, pausing mid-scoop to glance up at me.
"Definitely," she murmured, her voice muffled by the spoon cradled between her lips. "This is exactly what I needed. Thanks again, babe."
The corners of my mouth curled upward at the endearment, and I settled onto the couch beside her, careful not to spill any remnants of the melted ice cream that coated the sides of the carton. I nestled my arm around her shoulders, and watched her consume.
A few more months passed and Ashley grew fatter and lazier.
She spent most of her days lounging on the couch, watching TV shows and movies, and stuffing herself with junk food. The once slender girl I fell in love with had morphed into a chubby, overweight woman who struggled to squeeze
into her old clothes. I wasn't blind to the reality of the situation; I knew that Ashley had gained significantly more weight than was healthy. But instead of confronting this issue directly, I chose to sweep it under the rug, hoping that somehow, everything would work out fine.
"Hey, Ashley, why don't you go for a walk today?" I suggested casually one afternoon, aware of the dangers associated with her sedentary lifestyle.
Her eyes widened, and for a brief moment, I thought she might actually consider my advice.
However, her expression quickly shifted to one of disinterest. "Actually, Ben and Jerry's just released a new flavor at their brick and mortar and I was hoping you would treat me to some ice cream
."
My chest tightened, and a wave of unease washed over me. I knew I should put my foot down, stand firm, and demand that she prioritize her health. Yet, despite acknowledging the severity of her weight gain, I found myself agreeing to her request.
"Of course, baby, whatever makes you happy," I responded, forcing a cheerful tone into my voice. I knew that deep down, I felt a strange thrill at the prospect of seeing her indulge further.
Ashley's eyes lit up, and she flung her arms around me, showering me with kisses.
"You're the best boyfriend ever!" she squealed, her excitement palpable. Though my conscience nagged at me, whispering warnings of impending consequences, I pushed the thoughts aside, choosing to bask in the joy of seeing Ash delighted.
We drove to the ice cream parlor, chatting happily as we navigated familiar streets. I couldn't help but notice the envious stares directed our way as we entered the shoppe. Once inside, we joined the line, waiting patiently for our turn to order.
I couldn't help but glance sideways at Ashley, whose eyes gleamed with anticipation. She wriggled excitedly, her hands clasped tightly together in front of her. Her enthusiasm was infectious, and I couldn't help but smile fondly at her eagerness.
"What do you want to try today?" I asked, trying to conceal the slight tremor in my voice.
Ashley shrugged, her brows furrowing in concentration. "Hmm, let's see..." she trailed off, scanning the menu board behind the counter. "It's a limited edition flavor... So is it okay triple scoop?
" she mused, her eyes sparkling with mischief. I didn't hesitate, eager to please her.
"Alright, sounds like fun," I agreed, smiling broadly. "Order whatever you want."
Ashley grinned, her eyes glowing with excitement.
"May I have a quadruple scoop of the limited edition flavor with extra chocolate sauce and two cookies on the side?"
Ashley asked the friendly cashier, her eyes sparkling with excitement.
The cashier raised an eyebrow at the sheer quantity of ice cream Ashley requested, but politely complied with her order. "That'll be $8.99," she informed us, punching the numbers into the register.
I handed the cashier a ten-dollar bill, accepting the change graciously. "Here you go," I said, handing Ashley the receipt as we waited for her ice cream.
The minutes ticked by, and Ashley fidgeted impatiently in the queue. But when the scooper started making Ashley's order, I knew she was in trouble. The scooper was a woman who clearly enjoyed ice cream. And each scoop she placed in Ashley's bowl was bigger than the last.
I tried to hide my concern, watching as the mountain of ice cream grew higher and higher. However, Ashley's blissful expression kept me rooted firmly in place, my apprehension temporarily forgotten.
As the scooper diligently crafted Ashley's monstrous creation, I couldn't help but stare, mesmerized by the sheer magnitude of ice cream piled high in the bowl. The delectable concoction teetered perilously close to overflowing, threatening to cascade onto the nearby counter with each deliberate scoop.
"Extra chocolate sauce on top, please!" Ashley chirped cheerily, her eyes alight with glee.
The scooper hesitated, her brow furrowing slightly as she surveyed the towering heap of ice cream.
"Uh, sure, ma'am," she finally responded, her voice strained. She lifted the silver dispenser high in the air, allowing the thick, velvety chocolate sauce to cascade down the sides of the precarious pile. Each drop formed a shimmering pool at the base of the mound, creating a breathtaking spectacle of contrasting colors and textures.
"Two cookies on the side, please." Ashley repeated, her voice barely audible. Her eyes remained locked on the masterful artistry unfolding before her.
We took Ashley's feast to a table
near the window, and I eagerly awaited her first taste.
I watched her face as she took a bite, her eyes rolling back in ecstasy as she savored the flavors.
"Mmmm, this is amazing!" she sighed, her voice husky with pleasure. "Thank you, darling."
I could only nod, entranced by the vision of her gorging herself, my admiration undiminished despite the mounting concerns weighing on my heart.
She ate and ate
, the bowl emptying slowly, until only a small puddle of melted ice cream remained. Ashley paused briefly, licking the spoon clean before discarding it on the plate with a sigh of satisfaction.
"God, that was so good!" she exclaimed, wiping her lips on a napkin. "Thanks, babe."
The words echoed in my ears, sending a jolt of warmth through my veins. I couldn't tear my gaze away from her, captivated by the way her belly bulged outwards, straining against the fabric of her shirt. The button and zipper of her jeans looked like they were about to burst
from the pressure exerted by her rapidly expanding waistline. "Those pants look a little tight. Maybe you should unbutton them?
" I suggested, my voice quivering slightly.
Ashley's eyes darted downwards, her gaze lingering on the strained seam of her jeans. A blush crept up her cheeks, and she nervously twisted her hands in her lap. "They're fine," she muttered, her voice low and unconvincing.
I swallowed hard, my heart pounding in my chest. "Really, it's no big deal," I assured her. I reached down and undid the button on her jeans
, releasing the tension that had built up as she filled her fat belly. As the button released, her belly rolls pushed the zipper
down. Seeing her huge belly exposed like that gave me such a rush. I continued pulling zipper down and her massive belly plopped out. It was so hot.
"Jack," she protested weakly when she realized what I was doing. But I ignored her and pulled her t-shirt up, exposing her enormous belly. She squirmed a bit but didn't push me away.
"You've grown quite a bit," I told her, cupping her belly in my hands. It was heavy and soft, swaying heavily with my touch.
I could see it rise and fall with her breaths, the gentle ripples traversing the expanse of her stomach.
Ashley stirred slightly, opening her eyes halfway. "It's all thanks to you," she murmured, reaching up to grab the first cookie. "I was skinny when I met you"
With each bite, Ashley's belly expanded, pushing against the seams of her clothing like a stubborn balloon refusing to yield. I couldn't help but reach out to caress her swollen abdomen, marveling at the sheer force of consumption that had shaped her once petite frame into an impressive display of hedonistic indulgence.
"Can I have another bowl?" she pleaded, her eyes pleading with me.
I glanced at the empty bowl, considering the possibility of ordering another round of ice cream.
"I'll head back to the counter and give them another order."
I managed to say, standing up from the chair as if moving mechanically. I walked back to the counter slowly, still trying to process the events that had unfolded thus far. Ordering another bowl of ice cream was a decision that seemed absurd and irresponsible, especially considering her already substantial weight gain. Yet, the mere thought of denying my beloved Ashley her heartfelt wish was equally unthinkable. As I approached the counter, I felt an overwhelming surge of conflicting emotions clouding my judgment.
"Another order, please," I muttered, my voice cracking under the weight of my inner turmoil.
The young lady behind the counter arched an eyebrow, her gaze flickering between my anxious countenance and the hefty figure seated at the table.
"Sure thing, sir," she replied, the corners of her mouth twitching slightly in amusement. "Would you like to try one of our specialties today?"
I hesitated, my throat constricting as I sought to muster a response. Instead, I merely nodded, my Adam's apple bobbing up and down with the effort.
"Yes," I croaked, swallowing convulsively. "Please... the same order as before except with cheesecake ice cream."
The young lady behind the counter exchanged a knowing glance with her coworker, before turning back to me with a practiced smile plastered on her face. "Of course, sir. Just one moment while I prepare your order."
As the seconds ticked by, I began to fidget nervously, my gaze darting between the counter and the occupied booth in the corner.
The young lady behind the counter worked efficiently, expertly wielding a pair of ice cream scoops like an artist crafting a masterpiece. She meticulously sculpted each serving, ensuring that the final product was nothing short of perfection.
In spite of my apprehension, my heart swelled with pride as I watched Ashley unwaveringly indulge in her second helping of ice cream. She devoured every last spoonful with the same fervor and voracity as the first, leaving not a single trace of the gastronomic delight. "You're gonna have to roll me out of here
," she teased, gesturing towards her distended abdomen. "I can hardly move after all that ice cream."
I could see her point—her body had changed dramatically over the past year. When we first met, she'd been thin and trim, but now, she was practically bursting at the seams. I couldn't help but appreciate the contrast, however, as I traced my fingers along the rippling folds of her belly. The sensation was almost intoxicating, and I found myself falling deeper into the spellbinding dance of temptation.
I knew the repercussions of my actions, yet I couldn't resist the allure of her burgeoning curves. My fascination with Ashley's expanding physique had taken root, and I was powerless to resist the magnetic pull of her blossoming beauty.
As the months passed I fed Ashley more and more.
I couldn't believe how much she was able to eat and I reveled in her growing size.
Her breasts
heaved up and down with every gasp of breath, as her belly expanded and contracted like a bloated balloon. Her hips had always been wide
, but now they were downright generous, stretching the denim of her jeans to their absolute limits. Her thighs rubbed up against each other, the friction creating heat as she waddled across the room. The excess flesh hanging from her arms swayed and jiggled with every movement. Her entire body seemed to have transformed into a mass of wobbling flesh, a testament to my dedication to her comfort and happiness.
I found myself entranced by the rhythmic undulations of her belly, mesmerized by the sight of her pendulous breasts swinging freely as she moved. The soft, plush skin of her body was warm and inviting, and I couldn't resist reaching out to touch her. I cupped her belly, feeling the swell of her protruding gut beneath my palm.
"Ashley," I whispered hoarsely, my voice barely audible. "Look at yourself.
You're huge!" I breathed, my words lost in the silence of the apartment. Ashley's gaze drifted downwards, her eyes tracing the lines of her own body. Her face reddened, and she shuffled uncomfortably in her seat.
Ashley lowered her eyes, her lips quivering slightly. "B-but... I love it," she mumbled, her voice barely audible.
"I love how you spoil me, how you make me feel special."
My heart raced at her admission, and I couldn't hold back the words anymore. "Ashley," I blurted out, my voice breaking. "Don't you think you've had enough? You're already so big... What if you get even larger?"
Ashley gazed at me, her eyes glistening with unshed tears. "But... I want to keep growing," she confessed, her voice trembling.
"I love the way you feed me, the way you look at me when I'm full. I'm comfortable with myself, and I want to continue feeling this way. Plus, look how big my tits are." She said as she grabbed one with each hand. They were each the size of large cantaloupes.
They were perfect globes of flesh, perky and round, and stood out prominently. They had grown right along with her rest of her body.
"Do you like my new boobs?" she asked, her voice a soft whisper.
My heart thumped wildly in my chest, and I could only gape at her in awe.
Ashley pushed me down on to the bed
, straddling me.
"Let me show you why I want to grow bigger," she purred seductively, leaning down to kiss me passionately.
Her ample bosom pressed against my chest, her warmth enveloping me like a cocoon. I could hear both our hearts beating frantically, matching each other's tempo.
She broke the kiss, biting her lip coquettishly. She stripped off all our clothes. And climbed back on top of me.
Her hand slid down my chest, teasing me with a slow trail of sensual touches. She lifted her belly showing me her plump pussy
and then sat on my erection without hesitation. I groaned and thrust deeper into her, relishing the sensation of being engulfed by her moist depths. She rose and fell, grinding against me, her movements fluid and unhurried. Our bodies melded together, and the scent of sex became intoxicating in the air.
She lifted up her belly and dropped it on me
with a smirk then grinded on me harder. She rode me like an obedient horse, going faster and faster, causing my breath to hitch. I reached up and squeezed her giant breasts, feeling the firmness beneath my fingers. I wanted to lose myself in those perfect globes.
"See how fun my fat body is?
" She whispered into my ear, nibbling on my neck. I couldn't deny the thrill of having her curvy form atop mine. Her hips rocked against me, and I could feel each delicious curve and contour of her swollen form. Her belly rubbed against my torso, creating a soft cushion for our passionate embrace. I gently cupped her cheek, marveling at the transformation she had undergone. Her once angular features had rounded out, replaced by lush, pillowy flesh. I could scarcely recognize the slim, athletic girl I had fallen in love with, but I knew that my feelings for her had only intensified.
"You fattened me up. You fed me so much food that
I became too fat to do anything else but lie here and enjoy your attention." Ashley murmured, her eyes shining with lust. "I'm too fat to run and exercise like I used to. All I can do is eat and fuck." She said while breathing heavily
, grinding her wet pussy
against my cock. I groaned and bucked beneath her, desperate for release. Her pussy gripped around my shaft like a vice, and I could feel her wetness soaking my pelvis. Her voluptuous body was a dream come true, and I could never imagine giving it up. She leaned down again, kissing me deeply, her tongue exploring my mouth. I wrapped my arms around her, holding her close. I wanted to absorb her essence, to become one with her.
"You fattened me up, and now you need to take care of me.
You need to feed me
and watch me grow," Ashley insisted, her voice husky with desire. Her legs trembled slightly, her muscles flexing as she continued to ride me relentlessly. "You need to satisfy my hunger, because I'm yours now."
She kissed me fiercely, her tongue invading my mouth, tasting of sweat and arousal. I moaned softly, my fingers digging into her plump ass, guiding her movements. I wanted to possess her, to claim her as my own.
My hands roamed over her body, exploring every inch of her soft, pliant flesh. She writhed beneath me, whimpering softly as I touched her intimately. The scent of her arousal mingled with the smell of sweat and sex, filling the air with an intoxicating aroma.
"Oh, God, yes... More," she moaned, gripping my shoulders tightly. "Make me yours, Jack. Make me fat and sated."
Her words sent a shiver down my spine, and I knew that there was no turning back. I cane inside her
hard.
"I promise," I rasped, my voice strained from the intense pleasure coursing through my veins. "I'll take care of you, Ashley. I'll feed you and watch you grow."
She smiled, her eyes glistening with unshed tears. "I know you will, darling," she murmured, nestling her head against my shoulder.
As the months passed Ashley grew more and more.
I could see her changing right before my eyes. Her once slender figure had morphed into a voluptuous bombshell, her curves becoming more pronounced with each passing day. Her once flat tummy ballooned into a glorious potbelly, her breasts swelling to a size that made my jaw drop. Her hips widened, her thighs grew thicker, and her calves swelled. Every part of her gained weight. I loved it, I loved her new curves, her new shape. It wasn't long before she reached 200 pounds.
She waddled around the house, struggling to move with any grace. The simple act of walking left her panting and huffing, her massive belly quivering with each step. Her appetite seemed insatiable, and she would often demand multiple servings in a single sitting. At night, she would lay sprawled on the couch, her immense bulk taking up nearly the entire piece of furniture. Despite her struggles, Ashley was adamant about continuing to grow.
"Jack, you promised to feed me and watch me grow," she reminded me, her voice muffled by the mountains of flesh separating us.