40 for 40, Chapter 7: Progress

Chapter 7 of 15 of my new weight gain/stuck story, 40 for 40.

CHAPTER 7: PROGRESS

The button and the loop wouldn’t meet. 

Marion’s heart fluttered, she tried again. 

Contorting herself and sucking in and the button and loop still wouldn’t meet, she couldn’t bridge the gap.

Marion caught Roger’s eye. He was downstairs in the foyer getting the kids coats on. From his position he could see straight up the stairs through the railing and in to the bedroom. 

From a house length away, she could feel the heat of Roger’s stare. She rolled her eyes and closed the door, “argh!”

She stepped in front of the full length mirror in the closet. This was the first piece of clothing she’d outgrown since implementing her plan. But she didn’t expect it to happen so soon. It had only been two weeks since she started. But there was her belly, poking out from the jeans she was wearing comfortably (if a bit tight) over the holidays just a few weeks ago. 

Everything was feeling a bit tighter but she thought she could skirt by wearing tight clothes for at least another month before she had to worry about outgrowing them entirely.

She wondered how much she’d gained already. She hadn’t dug out the scale yet. But now there was a nagging curiosity that wouldn’t be satisfied without hard evidence, not merely the soft, jiggling evidence before her. 

She rubbed her hands across her rounder belly and looped her hands inside the jeans and pulled and wiggled to get them off her hips and thighs.

Her plan was working, that was for sure.

But she’d forgotten this was her plan for Roger. Instead of it being a sexy gift for Roger, she’d shut him out, just when things were getting interesting. She’d stood there, her jeans around her ankles. 

Out of breath she bent over again and pulled them back up, squirming and jumping to get them back up her thighs and over her butt and hips.

Marion went back to the bedroom door and opened it. “Roger honey!”

“Yeah dear?”

She was losing her voice, “c-can you help me with something?”

“I’ll be right there.”

Marion stepped back against the wall, as she heard Roger bound up the stairs.

Roger leapt into the bedroom to find Marion sultry against the wall. “I can’t button them.” She put her hand on her exposed belly for emphasis. “I’ve gotten too fat.” 

Roger was stunned, mouth agape. 

Marion arched her back slightly and tugged at the button and loop to show she wasn’t kidding, “can you help me?”

Roger closed and locked the bedroom door behind him, “the kids are playing out back” he dropped to his knees in front of Marion, pressing his face into her belly for a kiss and hugging her around the hips. 

She looked down at him, past her protruding belly. She thought maybe she’d been a bit hammy, but it had obviously worked. 

Roger pulled her jeans and panties down and dove his face into her pussy.

Marion laughed, “I meant help me into them, not out of them!”

“After.”

“Well okay then, if you say so.” Marion leaned back against the wall, lifted her hanging belly and pushed forward, thrusting herself hard into Roger’s tongue. 

Roger’s tongue and fingers were fast at work. She flopped her belly down on his forehead, smothering him as he licked. With his free hand Roger grabbed her ass. 

Her jeans part way down her thighs restricted her, so she closed her eyes and braced herself against the wall, leaving everything to Roger.

Her knees buckled as he she came, she fell forward off the wall and put her hands on Roger’s shoulders. She was afraid she might crush him but he directed her fall towards the bed. 

On her back, eyes closed and out of breath, Marion felt a tightness come around her belly. She opened her eyes to see Roger trying to button her jeans while she lie on her back.

She laughed. “There’s no way! I’m too fat.”

She could see how hard Roger was through his jeans. She wanted to unbutton his but he was too busy trying to button hers. 

Marion, still in the fresh haze of orgasm arched her back and pulled her belly fat up out of Roger’s way while he tried to reach the button to the loop. She sucked in and Roger strained and the tightness closed in around her middle and when she didn’t think she could stand it any longer she felt the button close and she exhaled. 

Her fat poured over the closed waistband and poked out through the zipper. Roger pushed her fat back in and forced the zipper up. It was impossibly tight. Tighter than when she used to put on her thinner friends’ party clothes in college. She couldn’t move. 

Roger stood above her, proud of his accomplishment. 

They were both out of breath but she couldn’t tell if he’d just cum in his pants or not. 

“Help me up.” Marion lifted her hands to Roger, who pulled and got her to her feet with much effort. 

“And now, your turn.” Marion pushed Roger onto the bed and unbuttoned his jeans, pulling them down with his boxers and letting his dick stand up. He hadn’t cum yet. Marion was happy to see that.

The tight jeans restricted her movement, but she kneeled down and brought her mouth to the tip of Roger’s head.

A few teasing licks and then she swallowed him. She wasn’t the most talented at giving head, but Marion knew that the show she’d just put on with the jeans was doing all the heavy lifting.

She moved her hand up and down the shaft while she swirled the tip in her mouth. 

The strain of her jeans limited her positions, she wanted a better angle so she could go deeper. 

She stood up and bent over, taking him all in.

RIP

The sound pierced the air at the same time a rush came down Marion’s throat. At the same time she felt both the relief of her jeans suddenly loosening and a fullness from a bellyful of cum. 

She kept stroking and licking until she got every drop. 

Then she gave Roger a wicked smiled and stood up, doing a runway spin to show him her butt, burst out the back of her jeans.

Marion chirped in shock as she felt Roger bite her ass and then yelped as he grabbed her and pulled her down on top of him.

She never usually sat on Roger’s lap, self conscious about crushing him. Roger kissed the back of her neck and squeezed the fat pouring out over the waistband of her jeans.

POP

The button to her jeans flew across the room. Her belly pushed the zipper open and flopped out on her lap, free again.

Marion howled and fell backwards onto the bed.

Roger kissed Marion’s exposed belly. “This is the best birthday present ever.”

Marion stood up, doing a little dance with the open button and loop sides of her jeans, “it’s not your birthday yet. I’m just getting warmed up.”