As the hours dragged on, she couldn't deny that she was really curious what it would be like with Stephen. She'd known him longer than her first boyfriend before they had done the deed. Though, it wasn't like it had worked out in the end. Still...
"So, um, have you ever had a girlfriend before?"
Stephen's head jolted to the side as he looked at her, "Uh, um, no."
"Oh, well, um, what do you think of me?"
"Wh- What do you mean?"
"I mean, would you like me as a girlfriend?"
"I- I don't know!" Stephen stammered, "I, uh, I mean, I've never thought about it before. I barely know you."
"But you do know me, and I definitely know you," Sam said, playfully moving her hand to Stephen's soft belly, "And I've been thinking about you a lot lately. I was thinking it might be nice to have you as a boyfriend."
Sam could see him looking down at her hand as it slowly moved across his belly. He was so warm. His belly was soft, and she wanted to press her body up against him and hug him and just feel him there.
"Well, maybe," Stephen began, not really sure of what to say, "I don't know about that."
"It's not like it would be a huge commitment though. We'd just be friends," Sam said, playing with his soft belly, pushing her fingers into his skin as it squished against her palm.
"I-I don't know," Stephen said, starting to fidget as she was rubbing her hand over his bulging belly, "I, uh, I'm just not sure. I've never been in a relationship before."
"I know. And I'm afraid that if you don't agree, I might lose this opportunity," Sam said, removing her hand to get his attention, "I don't want you to be my boyfriend."
Stephen looked at her then, "You don't?"
"No. I want you to be my fat boy," Sam said softly, "It's been on my mind a lot lately. I really want you to let me have you as my fat boy."
Stephen was looking at her intently, a soft moan escaping his lips as Sam spoke.
Sam was emboldened by how soft he was. How warm and soft he was. The feeling of his touch on her palm and shoulder was overwhelming. For a moment, she'd wanted him to take control. To take over, to finally be what she was thinking about.
"But, what if you get, you know, pregnant," He asked.
"Then you get to be a father," She'd never really cared if she got pregnant, if anything the thought of carrying his fat baby in her womb turned her on even more.
"You don't understand. Things are different here in Bountiful. I don't know what it is, but pregnancy really changes a girl."
"What do you mean?"
"Well, once girls get pregnant, they start gaining a LOT of weight."
"Weight gain during pregnancy is normal."
"Well, if you want to stay thin, you probably don't want to get pregnant here. But I guess if you're okay with ending up like me... or bigger..."
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