Lockdown Weight Gain PT 4 - BE, WG, AE, Belly (Patreon)

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A plump leg stepped forward into the tub, pushing Tye back. Another footstep, now he was against the wall. His cock pressed harder against Kylie’s round belly. She took another step forward, pressing her belly into his chest. His cock was painfully shoved toward as her fat enveloped his torso. Tye’s arms are pinned to his side as her hefty tits pressed against him. 

He couldn’t get read on Kylie’s face. Was this flirting? She pressed harder. Tye felt more air escape his lungs as she gritted her teeth and used her legs to crush him against the shower tiles. She looked… angry? Hungry? Horny? He could barely breathe. Between gasps, “Kylie, what are you… uhh… doing? What do you want?” Tye forced some air into his lungs by pushing against Kylie, but she was just so heavy.

“What I want,” her hand slammed on either side of Tye’s head, pressing him back against the wall, “is for you to tell me the truth!”

3 WEEKS AGO

Things have gotten out of hand. Tye couldn’t tell if Kylie even worked anymore. All he could see or hear her doing was eating, watching TV, and masturbating. And god damn, did she do the latter often. Whatever toys she kept ordering to the apartment seemed to bring her to greater and greater orgasmic bliss. What started as a few screams turned into moans, then thrashing into furniture, then yelling curse words as she came. Their landlord had Tye’s number and multiple noise complaints from neighbors were being sent to Tye’s phone every week. The landlord started out by joking for the two ‘love birds’ to keep it down and was shocked that they weren’t together. He was curious how Tye could live with someone being so loud every day.

He didn’t have an answer for him, but the truth was - he loved it. Every time she would flip on a vibrator or start to moan through the wall, his cock would harden. He’s noticed that he’s been cumming harder than he ever has in his life. Tye’s even been trying to sync their orgasms, hoping her screams could drown out his own. Every time he shot, the load was bigger, messier, and honestly, even better than the last. His brain was addicted. He was like Pavlov’s dog and Kylie’s vibrator was the bell. Every time he heard it, he had to masturbate.

They still ate some of their meals together, which surprised Tye. Throughout the day, he could watch or hear Kylie walking out of her room, making up some food or scooping up some snacks, and returning to her bedroom. Every hour, on the hour, she would come out for more. Words failed to describe just how big she’d grown. Kylie had finally reverted to baggier clothes, but these were loose clothes for when she was tiny. Now, they were a tight fit. Her belly entered the room minutes before her, usually tight as can be. She would normally keep a hand resting on it at all times. She’d even become comfortable resting her cereal bowls on top of it as she ate. Her tits were in a league of their own. If Tye had to guess, he would say they were close to S cups, but that’s only based on comparing them to models online who claim to have a similar size. The models were all silicon or fat transfer, while Kylie was all natural. Her ass was a marvel of its own. Her XXXL sweatpants looked like a second skin on her, but still allowed all that fat to jiggle with each step she took. He was surprised to see her exiting the room without skimming her hips on the borders.

Every time they watched TV, Kylie sat a bit on Tye’s lap. He’d gotten used to the weight, but every few weeks he realized his legs were falling asleep faster and faster. The bigger she got, the more of a hazard she was. That included our furniture. The couch protested every time Kylie sat down, and Tye noticed every time she would go red in the face. He would always try to quickly flip on a show or a movie to pretend like he didn’t hear or see anything. 

While they still respected each other’s space, they still found it pleasant to be around one another. Besides minor squabbles about cleaning the apartment, they were perfectly happy. Tye did wish he could get to know Kylie a little better, on a deeper level. While he’d never say it out loud, what he really wanted was a genuine conversation with her that proved that he either had feelings for his roommate or he just lusted after. If he had that clarity, he could deal with it and move on with his life. One Friday night, he decided to take the plunge. “Hey Kylie, wanna open a bottle of wine with me?”

“Hmmmm,” she pondered between scoops of her chocolate ice cream. “You know what? Let’s do it! I’m having a good day and I deserve to feel like a fancy bitch.” She giggled to herself as Tye served her a glass of red. “What should we watch tonight?”

“I was thinking,” Tye paused to take a sip of his liquid courage, “that maybe we could just… talk?” Almost sounded confident.

“Oh,” Kyle seemed surprised. “I would… I would like that, yes.” She smiled, her double chin turning into a triple. Her cheeks had gotten extra chubby, making Tye want to pinch them. He shook the thought from his mind.

“So… how are you doing?” Tye asked, nervously, desperately trying not to stare at her bulging tits in her black top.

“Wow, going deep already,” she giggled as she took a sip. “I’m good, and you?”

“No, no,” Tye brushed off the awkward feeling in his gut. “How are you doing? With everything? How’s work? How’s your family? How are you feeling? Are you depressed or sad or lonely?”

“Well, I’m doing…ok? I guess. I have up days and down days, but I’m surprised how well I’ve been doing, to tell you the truth.” She finished her glass of wine and continued speaking as Tye topped her off. “I talk to my family once a week, and of course, they have to make the call uncomfortable. Outside of that, I took a few weeks off of work since vacations seem to be a fantasy during the lockdown.”

Tye took a sip of his wine, sneaking a peek at her bulging belly. God, he wanted to feel it. “Why are the calls with your family uncomfortable?”

“Ugh, it’s always the same thing: comments on my body,” Tye almost spit up his wine at the mention of her curves. This was the first time she’d come close to acknowledging her body since they locked down. “Sure, I look different than I did before the world shut down, I can accept that. But they were worried about my health when I was a gym rat and now they’re concerned that I put on like, what? 15 pounds?” 

“Wait, was she me?” Tye thought to himself, his eyes going wide. He searched for any appropriate response “Well…everyone isn’t moving as much as they used to. I’ve definitely put on weight.” That was not totally a lie. Tye had gained a few pounds, but compared to Kylie, he was a stick.

“Exactly!” She took a big swig of her second glass and Tye was quick to top her off. “I don’t need my mother explaining to me what men find and don’t find attractive about my body!” Tye nodded in agreement, unsure where to look in the room. 

“Totally, you could have anybody you want…” the words slipped out of Tye’s mouth too fast.

There was a pause. “You think so?” Kylie asked, an eyebrow raised.

Tye was flustered, “I… yes. Of course. You’re smart, funny, a great hang, and you’re gorgeous.” Oof, he’s worried he’s said too much.

“Gorgeous, huh? Even with the extra weight my mom says will drive all the men away?” She sipped her wine and looked eager for Tye’s response.

He decided to go for it. “Duh! Everyone likes a woman with some curves. Some meat on her bones.” He sipped his wine for more courage.

She eyed him, thinking. “So you’re saying I’m smart, funny, and gorgeous, even with a little extra,” She took a swig of wine and Tye filled her back up. “That makes me wonder… why haven’t you done anything about it?”

The air was sucked out of the room. What did she just ask? “Uh… I’m sorry?” 

“You say these things yet you do nothing about it. Even with me under this roof with you for months. I catch your stares, I see you looking.” Tye’s head shot down in shame as she continued, “At first, I thought you were judging me for pigging out a little from stress, but I’ve been thinking that you might like what I’ve been doing.”

This felt like a trap, Tye had to be careful. “And what have you been doing?”

“I’ve been taking care of myself. At first, I tried to deny that I was gaining weight, but after I split open my sports bra two weeks ago, I had to accept that I was bigger.” She chugged her next glass and held it out for a refill. “Look, I know I’m big, but that’s not an easy thing to accept. Starting tomorrow, I’m going to get all this under control. I don’t mind the boobs,” Kylie shimmied her shoulders, shaking them in her shirt.

“That… good?” Tye didn’t know how to respond.

“I know that I liked being stronger and more petite, and even though I don’t have my CrossFit gym, I can still try to work off some of the extra poundage. So enjoy the peaks while you can,” her smile curled up her face.

“So… you don’t mind if I stare every once in a while?” 

“Not at all. If you don’t mind if I stare,” she giggled.

“Oh, I hadn’t noticed you staring…” Tye seemed confused.

“It’s usually when you’re staring at my tits. You want to…” Kylie motioned to her massive tit, “feel?”

Tye couldn’t speak, only nod. He slowly raised his hand and rested it on her chest. “It’s ok, I won’t bite.” His hand gripped her breast, squeeze a portion of it. This made Kylie coo in delight. “Oh damn, I haven’t been touched in a moment.” She set her glass down and locked eyes with Tye. “You wanna know a secret?” Tye nodded. “They come in a set…”

Kylie guided Tye’s hand to set his glass of wine down and then placed it on her other breast. She whispered under her breath, “squeeze them again.” Tye did as he was asked. “Ohhhh… that’s good. I didn’t know bigger breasts could be so sensitive.”

Tye continued playing with them. Pressing into them, squeezing them, eventually making his way to her protruding nipples. At first, he grazed them, which made Kylie moan. She nodded her head and bit her lip as he teased her nipple. She looked as if she was grinding on the couch, her thick thighs squeezing her pussy as Tye played with her gigantic boobs.

Kylie bit her plump bottom lip as Tye sped up his teasing. Her mouth fell open as Tye twisted one nipple, whispering, “fuck yes, Tye! Keep going!” He listened. Still playing with her tits, his hand moved south, onto her stomach. His hand rested on the beach ball rivaling middle and she didn’t react negatively. Kylie seemed to still be focused on the breast stimulation as he started rubbing her full belly. He could feel it rumble and gurgle as it digested her food. He may have been mistaken, but he could have sworn he felt it grown. It must be processing her ‘protein powder’ and all her food intake.

“Oh fuck,” Tye spoke for the first time in minutes.

“You like those tits, Tye?” Kylie’s eyes were closed as she started massaging the sides of her breasts. 

“I like all of you,” he moved his hands all over her stomach. It was both firm and soft, and all he wanted to do was kiss it all over. 

“You like my big, bubble butt?” Tye nodded. “How about my thunder thighs, are those too big for you?” Tye shook his head. “That’s good to hear… but you seem a little focused on my food baby.”

“Sorry,” he pulled his hands away in an instant. Kylie reached out and took his hands in hers.

“No, no, it’s ok. It actually feels… kinda good. You can keep going, but share the love. Play with my tiddies every once in a while.” She giggled until Tye twisted her nipple, making her moan. “Fuck yes, keep going.”

Tye went for it… he kissed her belly. It was hanging fully out of her shirt now, and it was perfect. So round. So big. And only getting bigger. “Bigger…”

“What was that?” Kylie asked, seeming to get more and more worked up. She was close to cumming on the couch from her belly being touched, which she never really saw happening in her future, but she wasn’t upset.

Tye cleared his throat. “Uh nothing….well,” between kisses, he found some bravery and decided to go for broke. “I like how big you’ve gotten. I kinda wanna see you… get bigger.”

Kylie’s head flinched at that. She gave Tye an odd look. “Well… that’s unfortunately not going to happen. This is all going to go away and I’m going back to my old self.” The mood had turned in the room.

“Oh, sorry, I didn’t mean to make things weird. I’ve just liked seeing you more comfortable with yourself,” Tye was losing it.

“So … you like that my tits and ass and belly are fat, but you don’t care about my health?” Kylie wasn’t happy. The sexy fondling was done. Tye retracted his hand from her stomach.

“No no no, I want you to be healthy. I just know that you and your parents put a lot of pressure on you to be perfect, and you just said they’re never happy. You were miserable when you were hitting the gym and now you seem so much happier…” Tye couldn’t find the right words.

“Who says I’m happier now?! I don’t have clothes that fit me!” Her volume raised as she stood up. Well, tried to. It took a few attempts before she was standing, resting her gut on the arm of the couch. “I can’t fit anywhere anymore! And you want me bigger?! You want to make me live out your fetish?!”

“No no, you’re putting words in my mouth. I don’t want you to do anything,” Tye was trying and failing to calm her down.

“I think I’ve heard enough from you. Good night, Tye. Thanks for getting me drunk and trying to feel me up.”

“That’s not what I wanted! I’m sorry, Kylie.” She returned to her room and shut the door. A picture fell from the wall from the impact of the door closing. Tye didn’t know what to do. 

He cleaned up the wine glasses and got himself ready for bed. As he lay awake, he dreaded seeing Kylie again. As he started drifting off to sleep, he could hear her revving up a sex toy. She was probably trying to cheer herself up. Tye started to drift to sleep but could have sworn her saying a word as she got closer to orgasm. No, he was certain. She was saying, “Bigger.”

TO BE CONCLUDED