“Does this top make my belly look big?” my girlfriend asked me as I woke up one morning. I groaned and rubbed the sleep from my eyes, and without thinking said: “Well, sweetie, you have been gaining some weight lately and-” I didn’t even finish my sentence before she was freaking out at me.
“Some weight? What, do you think there’s somthing wrong with a girl who has a bit of a tummy?! It’s just a little belly! It’s not like I have some big pot belly! Maybe YOU should see how it feels to be called the ‘fat chick’!” Her hands started to glow as I stood up, saying, “Nobody calls you the ‘fat chick’. Heck, this is the first time I’ve heard anybody say that about you! Now just calm down-” Once again I was cut off, but this time it was by the light that left her hands and passed over my body. “What did you do?” I moaned, feeling changes course over my body. I stepped awkwardly towards her, my body beginning to wobble in places it never had before. I looked down and saw two breasts forming on my chest, slowly rising from buds up through several cup sizes. Once they had reached about C-cups I noticed just below them my belly was pudging out. It went from chubby, to thick, to a full-on pot belly before my very eyes. Beyond even that I saw my thighs shaking more and more with every hard step, and I could feel my new ass following suit. I reached down past my belly to where my dick should be, but felt only the folds of my new vagina.
The transformation stopped as I reached my girlfriend, standing cockily over me, as I had lost almost a foot of height. “How do you like it, fatty?”
“I didn’t even call you fat!” I shouted at her. “I just said you had gained a little weight!”
“Okay fine, but now we both have, isn’t that great?!” she squealed, wrapping her arms tightly around me in a big bear hug. I could feel my new bare breasts and belly squish into her body, a sensation that felt alien, yet somehow erotic.
“How’s about I just…” she pulled my pants down and let them drop to my ankles. “There, that’s better. And now…” she dropped her own pants, and her panties followed suit. She pulled her top off, and threw it to the side before removing her bra. Her C-cup breasts spilled out, hanging heavily just over her slightly chubby belly. It was honestly hardly noticeable, but somehow that justified my new tummy. She led me back to the bed, and I trudged after her, feeling my new body jiggle in ways I never would have wanted it to. She laid me down, and started to rub my belly with one hand, while massaging one of my DD-cup tits with the other. “I had intended to curse and leave you,” she said lustily. “But now that I see you like this, I want every inch of your thick body to myself…”
Three Months Later
Yeah, that’s me in the picture. Giant breasts sitting atop a round, pudgy belly sagging over my pajama pants. I hardly ever wore real bras: these were just so much more comfortable, and I loved how heavy they made my boobs look.
And my girlfriend? Well she’s been noticing her belly a lot more lately: turns out she wasn’t fat, she was pregnant! We’re gonna be mommies!