Commission: Plus Size - Preview 2

Back from vacay and have a few things on the backburner. But here's a preview for y'all.

"Had Jake known exactly how the next month would unfold, he may have been more bold; maybe suggested they try before Lene took her first dose. Instead he would experience the most edging four weeks of his life up to that point, as he watched his abstinent girlfriend bloom into a new aspect of womanhood.
It was fine for the first few days. The blonde often joked and reassured him that she was probably in the control group taking the placebo. By the middle of the first week though something subtle happened as they were eating lunch.
Lene had finished her meal rather quickly, the pair sitting in their usual secluded corner to eat and cuddle. Leaning up against him she nuzzled softly into his arm, but her ocean blues kept firm on his half finished lunch. Then he heard it, the light gurgle of her stomach just loud enough to pierce over the hum of the crowded cafeteria around them.
Immediately the girl flushed crimson, trying to hide her face in embarrassment. “Kill me,” she groaned, curling up as small as she could in her boyfriend’s arms.
It was adorable. It took him a moment to finish chewing before he gave a teasing giggle and slid his container closer between them. “Still hungry?” he offered.
The blonde beauty peeked up from her hiding place, her eyes sparkling with the purest kind of love. “Yes,” she admitted to him, straightening to sit proper at his offer and taking up her fork. “I’ll just have a little,” she said to herself more than him, as she once more eyed his meal like a predator to prey.
She didn’t have a little. In what seemed like only seconds she wolfed back the whole of his food in huge bites she swallowed without even a hint of effort. It was amazing to watch, leaving the boy wide eyed as she sat back.
It took longer for it to dawn on her what she’d done than it had to polish of his dish. “Shit, I'm sorry,” she apologized to him with watery eyes.
“It’s alright, you were hungry,” he told her, rubbing her back comfortingly.
She flushed, smiling softly at his words. “I dunno why but I've just been starving. Last night I just scarfed everything in my fridge that didn’t have a prep time. I feel…” she cut herself off, resting a hand on her belly self consciously.
Jake just held her. “Want to go grocery shopping tonight then? I can help you carry everything back, and so long as we’re careful and I don’t get pulled over I could probably get my mom’s car to use,” he offered.
That radiant smile brightened. Even when she was feeling bad about herself he came through for her above and beyond. She leaned in and planted a kiss on his lips, nibbling the last few little scraps of taste from his bottom lip. “You’re amazing Jake,” she purred.
He gave a chuckle, collecting his container to put it away. “I’ll pack a bigger lunch tomorrow too. Just in case,” he teased her.
Clearly though she took the tease seriously, her mouth watering already at the idea of more food. “Did I say amazing? I meant perfect,” she giggled, taking him by the arm and pulling him close into her bust.
How could he say no to perfect? So it settled into their little routine that Jake brought a double lunch for her. She was, of course, increasing her own intake on top of it as well. No matter how gifted, the blessings of Lene's overactive metabolism couldn’t handle such an appetite forever.
When the weekend rolled in the blonde grew quiet. Normally with the free time the pair were practically blowing each other’s phones up with text, or planning a nice date, so the silence came with a certain amount of worry for Jake as he laid in bed looking at the ceiling. He didn’t want to smother her, rationalizing she was probably sleeping in after a rough school week; they were only two weeks into the semester after all, and even his work and projects were starting to pile up a bit. When his alarm clock showed two in the afternoon though his carefully constructed patience cracked, and he couldn’t help himself anymore.
“Everything okay Lene?” he texted, keeping it simple at least despite the hornet’s nest of thoughts running through his head.
He stared at it a moment, feeling the anxiety building inside him that he may have misstepped. As he was in the middle of setting the phone down again however, it went off in his fingers, vibrating up his arm. Like lightning he jolted up, pulling it back in to see her reply.
It was just one line. “I can’t fit in any of my pants…” it read, accompanied by a pair of emotes: one blushing with embarrassment, the other sobbing.
Jake sat stunned a second. He couldn’t help himself, the first thing that happened was him imagining his girlfriend without bottoms; an image that had him shifting uncomfortably from a spike of arousal. Once he wrangled his dirty thoughts though he was quick to reply.
“I’ll be right over,” he replied, rushing to his closet to get dressed and collect a few things.
She was upset, nothing short of an act of God was going to keep him from her. Filling his backpack he slung it over his shoulder and rushed down the stairs. “Borrowing the car mom!” the boy called out, plucking the keys from their place on the wall and setting off.
He was only weeks from his driving test, getting caught driving solo would flush that all down the drain. His angel was in need though, so careful as he could to avoid any checkpoints he raced to the school dorms. He made record time, his phone going off a few times with messages from her that he rightfully ignored.
Bounding the stairs two at a time he got to her door, reaching up to knock and having her door simply open to his touch. Apparently whoever used it last hadn’t closed it properly, letting Jake wander in freely. “Lene?” he called out to let her know he was there.
“Oh god,” he heard her mumble from her room.
He was quick to kick off his shoes, maneuvering over the mess of discarded clothes that led to his girlfriend’s bedroom. Skirts, jeans, all with their zippers open or otherwise broken, and leaving a trail to their distraught owner.
He came to her door, finding it closed. “Don’t come in!” she protested weakly. The hurt in her voice though told him she didn’t mean it though, and slowly the plain boy pushed his way in.
The blonde was on her bed, red in the face and looking at the floor in embarrassment. Her beautiful eyes were swollen and puffy from crying, and even despite everything she was struggling to get into a pair of leggings.
He'd seen her wear them before, with their striped design drawing the eye to how they perfectly conformed to the curves of her hips and rear. They were probably the stretchiest thing she owned, and yet as his dark eyes were plainly seeing they were barely clearing her knees. The fabric was stretched taut over her thighs, giving a sheer look through at her pale skin. Where the elastic of the waistband hugged her flesh was muffining out, fighting against her desperate attempts to stuff it into the ill equipped garment.
It wasn’t the only thing she had clearly struggled to her into. Her panties were obviously tight, digging into her hips to the point it looked painful. You could clearly see every line of her shaved pussy by the camel toe she was sporting, and her full cheeks were jutting out from her as a proper plump ass that would surely jiggle with each step.
When she caught where his eyes had fallen she quickly closed her legs, fumbling to get her thumbs out from her poor leggings. “I’ve gained ten pounds,” she sobbed, her lip quivering as rivers of tears fell from her oceans.
He didn’t waste a second, walking in and setting his bag down before falling in line beside her. His arm wrapped around her, holding her to his chest as she let out her tears. “There there,” he reassured her, running his hand up and down her back.
Lene sniffled, burying herself into his shirt. “I’m a fat ass. A fucking cow. With how I've been gorging myself-“
“Hey that’s not true,” he wasn’t about to let her continue, hugging her tight. “I told you Lene, you're beautiful,” his hand ran down her side, along the dip of her waist and out to the new flare of her hips. She was reluctant, but the way he lingered, giving her new curves the same loving attention he always did, had her relax into his touch. “A few pounds?” he gave a small chuckle. “It’s only added to how sexy you are. I’m just mad we've still got three weeks to wait,” he teased her.
She couldn’t help giggling through her tears. It wavered, but the pearly white of her smile shone through. “You’re something else Jake,” she couldn’t help laughing, looking up at him. “I’m a wreck who can’t even pull her pants up and you’re still calling me sexy.”
He returned her smile, and it was worth a thousand of the smooth words he somehow wove when he was around her. “Because it’s true,” was all he needed to say.
This time it was happy tears pooling in her eyes, as she leaned up and gave him a kiss for his kindness. “I love you,” she sighed, nuzzling into his chest.
“I love you to,” he replied, reaching back for his bag. She couldn’t help but be curious, peeking her watery eyes up over her boyfriend’s shoulder to watch as he dug into his backpack. “They’re not particularly flattering,” he prefaced, pulling out a pair of his sweatpants, “but I figured they should cover you up while we go clothes shopping?
“Not that I mind the view,” he blushed, stealing a look down at her smooth shaven thighs. “You can’t exactly go to class Monday without bottoms though.”
Full of joy she threw her arms over his shoulders and hugged him tight. Pressed right up against him he could feel her butt wasn’t the only part to put on weight, as he could make out the swell of her boobs over her confining bra, and the small divots where the garment was digging into her shoulders. “You’re the best,” the blonde reiterated her affection for him. “You’re right, those three weeks already feel like forever. I want you now,” she teased, nibbling on his neck.
There were shivers running down Jake's spine. He could feel the heat radiating in her breath, and off her bare thighs. Despite it though, despite that her hands were eagerly moving over him, he had to reject her advances for now; lest he not only invalidate her trial but put her current weight gain to waste in the process. He offered her a kiss, letting it linger as it unwittingly whet his appetite for her, before once again offering her his pants so they could get her a new wardrobe.
The boy's desire for her, and hers for him, would only continue to grow along with her frame. Lene made an active attempt to cut back on her eating, but whether the damage had already been done or the medication was starting to hit her harder, she continued to put on pound after pound. It was subtle but every few days something would happen that reminded them both what was happening.
During one lunch the blonde was wearing a button up blouse, chosen for a presentation she had needed to give during one of her morning classes. When they'd said their good mornings out front he'd been able to make out the stern lines of her bra through it. After only a few hours not only could he see that now, but the light pilling of her soft breasts over their cups, and the strain of her buttons.
As they ate he kept stealing glances, wondering if maybe he should say something. Then, in the middle of a big mouthful as the beauty was swallowing, the unimaginable happened. The middle button, right at the apex of her bust, popped up, flying across the table with a clatter and opening a window to a mouth watering cleavage the petite girl hadn’t had only weeks before.
Immediately her face went red, and she moved to cover up. Jake though just met her with a small chuckle and a smile. It was a beautiful sight, and seeing her so shy about something so sexy made her adorable. He put his arms around her, helping her up leading them out so she could change back at her dorm. When classes ended they went out to learn since starting the trial she'd gone up three whole cup sizes, giving her a proper chest that warranted proper support her cute bras just couldn’t provide. Yet again, she needed new wardrobe.
Days later he was watching her try out for cheerleading. He'd gone with her when she’d gone to purchase her uniform, the royal blues and whites flattering to her natural look. She was bouncing around in it though today, her freshly bra'd tits threatening to jump out of her tight top. The shiny booty shorts under her skirt looked practically painted on, and Jake knew he wasn’t the only one in the crowd peeking whenever her movement lifted the hem of her short garment.
It was stopping her thighs jiggling at least, until disaster struck. In the middle of her performance Lene took a far dip, and immediately the sound of tearing fabric rose above the crowd. Her boyfriend blushed, seeing her pretty white panties hugging her pale cheeks closer than even her shorts. His shade of red though couldn’t compare to hers, as the blonde shot upright and scurried away to hide.
He followed, quick to get his jacket off and wrap it around her to keep people from staring. The best she could offer was a thankful smile, as she leaned against him and once again they found themselves sneaking back to her dorm. To get her decent and once again hit the mall for fitting clothes.
Jake, like most boys, never really knew the effect of just a few pounds on a body. By this point Lene had stacked on twenty five though, pretty much exclusively in her hips and breast, and they'd had to get her up three each in pants and bra sizes. She had basically perfect genetics to put weight on so perfectly, her lithe form now an alluring hourglass. Unfortunately you couldn’t really tell her that. All she saw was a number going up, and an increased difficulty in seeing her feet.
Still he tried, and she found comfort in his assurance. Her desire for him was growing every time, and she was practically counting the clock down for the day she'd be able to show him proper appreciation. He was counting too, as he couldn’t deny the bigger she was getting the more she had him straining his pants with arousal. To his guilty admission he had masturbated to a few of the pictures she sent him, whenever his words had her confident enough in her looks to share like she used to.
All of it leading up to the big day, when after a teasing text he was told to bring condoms and lube to her place; and his freshly upgraded licence let him get there in record time. " - "Plus Size" by Madam Materia