Fulfilling Destiny

A visible tingle went up Destiny's spine when I placed my hands on her stomach. It felt so much better now that it was round. I was so lucky to have a wife who would stuff herself just to appeal to my strange belly fetish. In return I made sure to give her the best fucking she's ever had. I rubbed and squeezed her soft tummy. Every inch of her felt like silk. In seconds, her stomach heated up like a furnace from all the attention it was getting. I gripped Destiny's brown belly as hard as I could, remembering how rough she likes it. Soft, caramel flesh flooded over my fingers. She gasped at the slight pain of being squeezed so tightly. I was about to cum and by the trembling of Destiny's body, I knew she was close too. I took one hand off her belly to grab her hair. I placed my hand on her head and curled my fingers around to trap her hair like a fork with spaghetti. Instead of pulling back like a child yanking a ponytail, all I had to do was close my hand into a fist and the hair wrapped between my fingers would be pulled tightly.

Pulling her hair so close to her head prevented her head from being yanked back and also gave me more control over the force I used and amount of hair I tugged. This was her favorite move. She couldn't take it anymore. The bedsheets came off of one corner as Destiny gripped them with all her might. A small moan choked its way out of Destiny. Her pussy contracted, squeezing my hard cock. Although her orgasm made her pussy clamp down on me, I tried to keep pounding her just as forcefully. It didn't last long as my own orgasm built up until I exploded a torrent of cum into Destiny's hot body. Every thrust released another blast of thick cum into her unprotected womb. My thrusts slowed down in rhythm with my orgasm. Finally, I stopped as the last spurt of cum left my body. It was by far the biggest orgasm I'd ever had. Looking at Destiny's face, I could tell the same was true for her.

Destiny and I were not actively trying to make a baby. We had talked about our future before we got married and we both wanted kids though not right away. In time, we decided to have unprotected sex and let nature do it's thing whenever it wanted. So far she hasn't gotten pregnant, but like I said we weren't trying for a baby, we were still having sex for sex. After cumming inside my gorgeous wife, I snuggled close to her exhausted body and stared at her tummy, wondering if maybe this was the time, if this would be when she gets knocked up. Pregnancy was still more of an afterthought than a goal. We just wanted to have fun and let fate decide when we'll have a baby.

"God, that was incredible!" Destiny purred into my ear. We were cuddling naked, side by side, my left arm wrapped around her, pulling her close. She laid her head on my strong chest. Our bodies were fire hot and slick with sweat. "I figured you had a thing for bellies but I didn't think you liked them that much! You were an absolute beast! I could barely breath!" Destiny cooed.

I blushed. "That's what happens when you tease me all night. I still can't believe you ate a whole pizza just to drive me wild!"

"I didn't know you'd be so into it. You really like me all filled up huh?" Destiny asked jokingly. She placed a slender hand on her still bloated belly. I loved the look of her hot pink painted nails against her tan skin.

"Yeah I love filling you up," I joked, nodding to her cum-oozing pussy. Destiny giggled and playfully slapped my chest.

"Noooo, I'm serious! You have a real kink there don't you? I don't think you've even touched my tits at all just now," Destiny observed.

A wicked grin spread across my face. "I know. I won't touch them again until they go up a size," I claimed plainly.

Destiny shook. "What?" she laughed. "Come on they're already C cups, I know you wanna feel them up!" Destiny turned slightly to press her bare chest against mine. I admit, it made it harder to resist but I stuck with my joke.

"Nope, I won't touch them until they're bigger," I beamed. After all Destiny did, it was nice to tease her back. She squirmed against me. The thought of her husband refusing to touch her breasts made her restless.

"Noooo!" Destiny whined. "Everything goes to my belly, I'd have to gain so much weight before I go up a whole cup size!"

"Too bad," I replied unsympathetically.

Destiny grabbed my arm and tried to force me to touch her breasts. She pulled my hand toward her chest with all her strength but I didn't budge. Her arms were thin, with no fat or muscle. There was no way she'd force me to touch her. Realizing this, Destiny gave up with a huff and pouted.

"No!" Destiny fake-yelled. She was so riled up she was practically grinding on me. "How big do you want me to get?" she tested.

"Huge," I replied. Destiny started grinding faster. Her body moved slightly up and down rubbing against me as if she'd jump my bones at any moment.

"Then you'd think I'm fat and ugly," she complained.

"You could never be ugly and you could gain a ton of weight before you'd be considered fat."

"I never knew you liked your woman with a little extra. I guess being super thicc is all the rage these days," Destiny commented.

"Yeah and you'll be extra thicc when I'm done with you," I teased.

"You gonna force feed me?" Destiny interrogated. Her movements sped up. In her eyes there was a little sparkle. It was like it was more than a question, like she was asking for it, she wanted it, the idea excited her.

"Maybe, I'll just make sure that you're always full and happy and healthy. If you just so happen to gain fifty pounds, I wouldn't complain," I jested.

I felt her heartbeat fast on my chest. Somehow she liked this kind of talk. "You mean ten pounds," Destiny replied.

"Forty," I corrected.

"Twenty!"

"Thirty!"

"Fine, oh my God. But you have to keep fucking me like you did today or even better. Choke me, tie me up, the works!" Destiny negotiated.

"Oh I'll do all that and more, don't you worry little one," I agreed. Little one was the second favorite thing Destiny liked to be called. Hearing it sent a warm rush through her body until her face burned bright hot.

That night marked the start in a dramatic change in our relationship. Destiny behaved way differently than before. Our lives gradually became about nothing but food and sex. All she wanted to do was lay around the house, eat, be fed, and fuck. She loved eating whatever she wanted without worrying about the consequences. Destiny knew the more weight she gained, the more obsessed with her I became. We didn't keep track of her weight so it's not clear if she did gain the thirty pounds we joked about that night. It's possible she gained more or less than that. Our focus was on her body, not the number on the scale. As long as she looked and felt sexy she kept eating and growing. It was incredible to watch. My thin wife who used to eat salads, go to work, exercise and fuck me every so often was now thick, stuffed herself with junk, almost never left the house and craved sex more than anything. Destiny ate absurd amounts of fast food, cheeseburgers, tacos, burritos, fries, shakes. She gorged on Italian food, pizza, penne with vodka sauce, fettuccine Alfredo, lasagna, chicken parm. There was an enormous smile on her face during each and every bite. Cakes, candies, chocolates, ice cream, desserts became her favorite thing on earth besides sex. She loved our new lifestyle. Destiny didn't always stuff herself or over eat, the weight gain was mostly from the nonstop junk food diet and lack of exercise.

Day after day I drooled over my beautiful wife. Her body blossomed into something I never expected, a thicc, milf-like, kinky goddess. Eventually she swelled to a size we both agreed was beyond sexy. Any bigger and we both knew she wouldn't look as good or would risk some major health issues. That was the end of her weight gain but the results were unbelievable. Destiny used to be skinny, a stick figure with C cup breasts. After a few months of gaining weight and constant sex she had an E cup, thick thighs that always rubbed against one another and a super sexy pot belly. Most of the weight went to her belly. It was highly unique which gave her an unusual figure. Thin arms, almost toothpicks but a little thicker than before, slim calves with only some weight added to her thighs, a few inches made her ass rounder and jigglier. Her feet, hands and face didn't change at all.

The biggest change was in her belly and breasts. Destiny loved her new E cup tits. She adored the way they spilled out of everything she wore. The most important change was her tummy, once flat and concave now round and chubby. The way her body worked was odd, instead of forming fat rolls, she just had one big, round pot belly. It was smooth and soft, no folds or stretch marks. It hung over her pants, it rested on her thighs when she sat, blocking her pussy. If she squeezed into a dress to avoid a muffin top, her strange proportions made her look pregnant. Even when not wearing a dress she looked about four or five months pregnant. Her belly barely stuck out past her now enormous tits. Destiny's thin limbs, digits, and face truly sold the pregnant appearance. Unfortunately, she was only a few months along with a food baby and nothing more.

Destiny didn't leave the house often, unless it was to go to a restaurant or to buy new clothes for her growing figure. Once she stopped gaining weight it was time to find new ways of having fun. We found them right away. She threw on a sexy new red dress that showed off some deep cleavage. Her slender tan arms contrasted wonderfully with her curvy, red-dress-covered, body. She looked truly radiant, a sexy thick goddess. More than anything though, she looked pregnant. If I wasn't her husband I would have assumed she was pregnant. That's where the fun began. We ventured out of the comfort of our home to find a poor, unsuspecting victim. It didn't take long at all. Everyone was congratulating us on "the baby." Destiny blushed every time, she was part embarrassed, part turned on by the attention her figure was getting. Everywhere we went strangers wished us luck or asked when Destiny was due. To some we played along and to others we told them the truth. They were shocked and horrified with embarrassment and shame upon discovering Destiny had such a round pregnant-looking belly but wasn't pregnant. A confused perplexed look usually took over their faces soon after. It was as if they thought we were joking, because how could she not be pregnant? Her tummy, tits, glowing tan skin all pointed to pregnant but no, she's just chubby.

We were walking around the local mall when the perfect victim approached us. He fell right for our trap, our facade of being an expecting couple. He was the nosy type. This man went on and on, asking all the typical questions.

"When are you due?" The stranger asked Destiny.

"About the end of September," she responded politely.

"Do you know the gender yet?" he questioned.

"It's a boy!" I announced as a proud father would.

"Have you thought of any names yet?" the guy continued.

"Only a few but we haven't agreed on any yet," Destiny replied while rubbing her tummy gently. The man stared down at Destiny's belly watching her small hand run in soft circles around the tight red fabric of the dress hugging her stomach. He was hypnotized by the motion.

"Is this your first?" he quizzed. His eyes did not move from Destiny's midriff.

"Yes, it is!" Destiny and I answered in unison. I placed a hand lightly on her belly as if I were trying to feel a kick. I looked like a real dad caressing the belly that was the result of his handiwork.

"Are you excited?" he beamed. The stranger's face was bright with joy, admiring the cute happy couple before him. His eyes were now lost on Destiny's pseudo-pregnant tummy. There was no longer any attempt at eye contact. We had him. It was time to rock his world.

Suddenly, my hand pressed forcefully into Destiny's stomach. My hand sunk deep into her belly in an instant, almost like I had punched her. "Yes we are!" I proclaimed as I shook Destiny's belly as roughly as I could. I pressed my hand in as deep as possible. Destiny blushed and giggled wildly. She couldn't hold back her laugh as my actions revealed she was not pregnant at all, just extra curvy.

The man's expression changed immediately. At first it was terror mixed with fear. His eyes widened and jaw dropped as if to say, "you'll hurt the baby!" In seconds, it changed again to a look of realization and understanding, she wasn't pregnant at all. My actions were not possible with a tight pregnant baby bump, only a plump belly pooch. At last, the stranger's face changed one last time to show a blend of anger and confusion. He must have thought: why did they lie to me? Why did they embarrass me? They kept up a conversation for so long just to make me feel like an idiot? Doesn't this embarrass your wife, dude? He stormed off in a moody rage, refusing to look at us or say anything. Another victim fell for our evil trick.

It's true most women would be horrified to be mistaken for pregnant but Destiny was far from an average woman. She had a plethora of kinks and quirks which made the experience quite enjoyable for her. She confided in me that she finds pregnant bellies cute, even sexy. When she was younger she dreamed of being pregnant and having a baby even more so than she dreamed of her wedding. She was never like other girls. There was always a rush of happiness, confidence and excitement whenever she was falsely pegged as being pregnant. The very idea of her being pregnant turned her on. I loved it too. That's why we started going out more, flaunting her curves, getting looks and attention galore. People change around pregnant women. Strangers smile, ask questions, some forget about boundaries while others don't know how to act at all. All I knew was that after an exchange like that, Destiny would be soaked and begging for some loving. We were both obsessed with her permanent pregnant-looking belly. It got lots of attention during sex, constant rubs and cuddles and sometimes I'd even rub it in public just to show off to strangers that we were a young, loving, expecting couple. Public tummy rubs drove her the craziest. Destiny was extremely eager to go home.

"You know we can't go home right away right?" I reminded. We were currently at the mall doing some last minute shopping before heading to Destiny's parents house for her Dad's birthday. They had not seen Destiny for five months and were sure to freak out over her recent weight gain.

"Ohhhh but then why did we mess with that guy? I'm so wet babe," Destiny groaned. She tugged at my sleeve like a little kid.

"I'll just have to fuck you twice as hard after your Dad's party," I claimed, while brushing her off.

Destiny was almost a foot shorter than me so she stood on her tippy toes and pulled at my shoulder to whisper in my ear. "I really can't wait that long stud," she pleaded in a quiet, sultry tone. I turned to face her. I was turned on ever since playing with her belly to shock that man but now she was making it harder to control.

"What do you want to do?" I asked.

"My parents are out picking up my sister from the airport. If we leave now and sneak into their house, then have sex in the guest room we could be done before they get home and be there on time for his party and birthday dinner," Destiny explained.

"Oh alright," I agreed, my dick doing all the thinking. Destiny did a small skip-like jump of victory with a huge smile on her face. Her big brown boobs bounced inside her dress as she celebrated.

When we got to Destiny's parents' house she waisted no time. She pulled me up the creaky wooden staircase and into the guest room. The walls were a bright pink, hinting that it used to be her sister's room when they were kids. By the time I turned back around from locking the door, Destiny was already out of her dress. The red, velvety fabric draped across a fluffy, white chair. Destiny's panties were visibly wet. The damp spot was clear to see, even on the black material. Her lacy bra matched both in color and design. My mouth watered at the sight of my plump, sexy wife. Her underwear dug into her curves making creamy, caramel-brown flesh poor over the sides of her panties while her tummy partly hung over the front. Even better was her bra, straining to stay clasped to contain Destiny's monstrous tits. The round, tan globes of her breasts overflowed each cup. It looked like it would pop off at any second.

I got undressed in a flash. Destiny's underwear dropped to the rough, carpeted floor. She smiled at me while biting her tongue. Every inch of her soft curves now in plain view. I walked up and put my arms around her. Her large tits and round belly pressed into me as I held her. My erection rubbed against her soft tummy as we made out. She felt like she was burning up. The way she kissed me was like she was hungry, starved for sex. Destiny moved up and down as we passionately kissed. She was trying to grind on me but ended up stroking my cock with her amazing, pudgy belly. The smooth flab of Destiny's stomach felt unbelievable. Her pregnant-looking belly was so fun to play with, rub, and jiggle but now it was rubbing me off. I couldn't take it. I grabbed Destiny firmly and shoved her onto the small bed. She let out a shriek from the sudden movement. I knew she loved being manhandled.

"Is that any way to treat your pregnant wife?" Destiny joked. She gave her chubby belly a hard smack as if it were her ass.

"You're not pregnant, but you're about to be," I teased. I pounced on the bed. The comfy little bed shook, causing Destiny's round figure to shake. I pinned Destiny down, one hand on her wrist, the other on her throat. I squeezed slowly and carefully at the sides of her neck.

"You trying to knock me up?" Destiny choked out. I squeezed harder. She writhed beneath me. When she couldn't take it anymore she reached up with her free hand to pull me in for a kiss. I released her neck and slipped my hand into her long, wavy, black hair. Her breathing grew irregular and jagged as I tugged at her hair. Soft moans escaped her mouth as her body squirmed underneath me.

We couldn't wait much longer. I backed off to fuck her properly. Destiny gasped as I parted her thick thighs. They were so soft and round, I loved everything about them. Finally, I entered the furnace of Destiny's pussy. Her eyes rolled back as another moan escaped her. While Destiny was on her back, her belly appeared smaller. It was too big to disappear completely, but gravity helped it shrink a bit. She still had a sexy, round, pot belly. Her pudgy tummy bounced and jiggled as I fucked her. My hands squeezed and played with Destiny's wildly swinging tits. They had grown so much that some people noticed them before her big belly. In fact they were so big even I didn't realize how large her tummy was at times. They could distract me from anything. I rubbed her nipples hard before bending over to suck on them. She liked when I nibbled on them so I took many fake bites. Destiny grabbed my head and pressed it into her chest. That was my queue to be rougher. I bit harder and more frequently all over her plump, bouncing breasts. I loved the new gargantuan size of her tits. Eventually, I had to stop though, as I had to give her gorgeous belly some loving.

Destiny gasped loudly. I forcefully grabbed two handfuls of her belly fat. I used them as handles to fuck her faster. She moaned and panted in response to the rough fucking. I was mesmerized by the rippling flesh of her thighs and stomach. Her big tits bounced all over. I squeezed her hot Latina skin between my fingers.

"Imagine how massive my belly would be if you did get me pregnant!" Destiny teased between breaths. The sudden image of my sexy thick wife getting even bigger and rounder because she was swelling with my baby sent a rush of heat and vigor through my body. I grabbed her wide hips and dug into her love handles. I plowed her harder than ever before. "My tits would get a lot bigger too!" she added. My thoughts ran wild. This is the sexiest woman I've ever seen and she's talking about having my babies, her body growing to enormous proportions because she loves me. She already looked a couple months pregnant already, I wondered how sexy she'd look if she were pregnant for real.