Imagine, if you would, a chubby coworker of yours. A bit overweight, but you’d hesitate to call her fat. After hitting it off for a while, you invite her out for a date, and she accepts.
It’s a pretty informal thing, just a nice night out to a family restaurant. The two of you chat over food, discussing work and each other’s hobbies. You stop eating after a while, and you’re so engrossed with what she’s saying that you don’t even notice that she’s gone through an appetizer, two entrees, and a whole ice cream for dessert. So enamored, you grow a spine and ask her if she’d want to come back to your place. At least to cuddle and watch some movies… but maybe more, too.
Letting out a slight burp, she accepts.
It’s not much to get back to your place, and all the while on the drive over, your date keeps groaning about how full she is. Once she shuffles through the door, she leans up against it, groaning as her hand goes up behind her shirt.
“Let me get more comfortable.” She says.
You hear a light snap of fabric and watch as a broken corset tumbles to the floor. Right before your very eyes, you watch your date swell out, her figure billowing in the frame of the door. Her thighs thicken, clapping together as he ass surges outwards. A colossal pair of tits rest atop a belly as heavy as you, hanging against her knees as she bent forward from the surge in weight.
“That’s better~” she coos, a hand going to her enormous rump. “What’s the matter hotshot? Am I too much woman for you?”
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