"Yeah I think this'll do just fine," Steph said, opening the large glass door to your private deck. You had to admit, the sunrise suite was one of the plushest rooms you had ever seen let alone stayed in. The bed faced the deck, overlooking the open seas. The deck hid a small but ideally located hot tub. Steph's self guided tour of the space had already lead her way through the kitchen that was bigger than the one in your apartment. You followed, not far behind. You checked in the fridge, fully stocked with all you and Steph's favorite high calorie snacks.
"I filled out the preference sheet while you were napping on the plane. They're gonna keep that stocked 24/7," You grinned, knowing the stuffing you've done thus far was a mere sampler platter for what Steph had in mind. You felt a rush of excitement at the mere thought of the consequences of the coming indulgence. You shrugged, grabbed a Twix bar from the fridge and chomped away.
"Honey, come look!" Steph called from the bathroom. You made your way over to the cavernous, double sinked, marble countertop bathroom that made your bathroom at home look like a dungeon. The beauty of the room itself was nothing compared to what you saw standing at the other end.
Steph had stripped down to her bikini, her ripening body on full display. She was on the higher end of what most men would consider "thicc", some might even say she was over that line and into chubby or fat. You remember seeing pictures of her in this bikini from last summer, to say she was filling it out more now would be an understatement. The cups of the top were smashing her ample chest together, excess boob flesh spilling out the sides and rolling over the tie string. Her belly, flat in your memory of the last time she donned this bikini, now protruded in front of her. A dozen more pounds or so and it would almost certainly lose it's tautness and begin to hang over the bottoms. Speaking of bottoms... where they once covered her tight but large bum, they now looked close to a g-string. Stretch marks were beginning to creep along her wide hips. The true sign of a growing piggy.
"Once you're done checking me out, take a look at this," Steph said, snapping you back to reality, you didn't even notice that in your stupor you had finished your Twix bar. You made your way over to her, noticing a metallic tile on the ground. Puzzled at first until she stepped onto the tile, adjusting her top as she did (time for an upgrade, you thought in your head). As she step onto the tile, a LED number popped up in the extra large mirror: 179.
"It's been so long since I've even seen a scale and this one is like from the future!" She said with a chuckle, "Since I showed you mine how about you show me yours..."
"Only fair," you say, stripping off your shirt stepping up onto the scale. You weren't one to weight yourself, and even if you wanted to you didn't own a scale and neither had Steph. Thinking about it, you hadn't been weighed since your doctor's appointment last year, coming in a 165. You look up at the mirror, noticing your pudgy belly drooping a bit over your waistband, your pecs bulging a bit more under a thin layer of fat. Just then the number pops up: 193.
"Holy shit..." You say, breathless. Steph's arm snakes around your belly and giving it a squeeze sending a shot of ecstasy down your torso and straight to your member. She leans into you, her breast and belly smooshing against your back. Her breath hot in your ear as she whispers...
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