Sally's Sugar Daddy - 2/3

Contains: Breast Expansion as Weight Gain, Stuffing, Feeding

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III

Percy took Sally out again the following Friday. They went to another high-end restaurant, this one French-style. She didn’t see the bill but guessed it was over half her monthly rent. Sally had little time to worry about that— she was far too busy answering Percy’s charming questions and sipping a Sauvignon Blanc older than her. Between foie gras, crêpes salées, quiche Lorraine, and a plate of succulent Confit de Canard— Sally felt like she was floating in a cloud of gastronomic pleasure, despite the growing heaviness in her middle.

Percy was out of town on business the following weekend but invited Sally to lunch on Friday at a place across from her office. It was a good thing the restaurant was close by because Sally took advantage of every single minute of her lunch break, plus a few extras. It was a sushi place, and Sally managed to taste at least fifteen different rolls before she stopped counting. None of them was a California roll.

As the weeks rolled by, Sally’s coworkers and her handful of friends started making little flattering comments. They said she seemed happier and more upbeat. That it was nice to see her smile more. Sally realized with surprise that she might actually be falling for Percy. She hadn’t noticed in her elation over finally getting to taste all the haute cuisine denied her by a middle-class salary, but she was starting to really like the man. Percy was kind, thoughtful, and generous. He doted on Sally, paid her honest, genuine compliments, and gave her his full attention even when she yammered on about the most mundane or trivial things.

Sally decided it was time to give Percy the ultimate test. She knew very little about his career. It was something in the food service industry which explained his impeccable taste in food and wine. But Percy spoke very little about himself, and to Sally’s shame, she rarely asked. However, Sally’s ‘final test’ of her potential lifelong partner was a bit more… physical than the specifics of his job.

On the fated evening, Sally dug out an old favorite from her closet, a slinky red number whose satin fabric shimmered over every wrinkle and crease formed by her soft body. When she’d checked herself in the mirror before Percy picked her up, Sally would have sworn her breasts looked a little fuller than usual.

This wasn’t a new experience for Sally by a long shot. She discovered her love for good food while she was young, and her healthy appetite only kept her breasts growing. Long after she’d surpassed even the most ‘blessed’ of her friends, Sally’s development seemed never to end. It wasn’t until she moved out and had to start paying her own bills that Sally was forced to curb her appetite. With her weight gain slowed to almost nothing, she’d worn the same bra size for nearly two years. Twisting in the mirror, Sally eyed her rounded ass appreciatively, noting it was looking a little rounder lately. Maybe it was the dress. Sally refused to see the love handles beginning to form on either side of her narrow-ish waist.

Percy walked Sally to the door of her building as usual. They’d been ending their evenings with a few brief, chaste kisses, but the filet mignon and burgundy swam in Sally’s stuffed tummy, making her bold. She stood on her toes, and when her tongue slipped between Percy’s teeth, he responded in kind— gently at first, then matching her intensity step for step.

Sally and Percy’s ‘first time together’ was like the kind of impossible-to-believe stories that prudish parents and youth pastors tell horny teens to entice them into waiting ‘till marriage. Percy seemed to read Sally’s mind, starting gently but somehow knowing when she was ready for him to be more forceful and exactly how much. The closest thing Sally had to a complaint as she lay snuggled under Percy’s arm in her bed was that he paid a lot of attention to her breasts. This was hardly unusual— the handful of men (and one girl in college) she’d let herself be intimate with had all been fascinated with them to some degree. Yet the ministrations of Percy’s fingers and mouth seemed almost greedy beside his otherwise generous and giving personality.

Still she thought as she drifted off if the worst thing he does is play with my boobs a little too much, well…

Sally’s mind replayed every touch, every squeeze, lick, and soft use of teeth on her nipples. She could still feel a tingle spreading from the dark pink nubs all the way up her fat round tits.

It’s not like he isn’t really good at that too…

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IV

Once Percy and Sally started sleeping together, he became even more generous, much to Sally’s surprise. Percy sent flowers and — more often — chocolates and candy to Sally at work. Her coworkers gradually switched from appreciative and encouraging comments to jealous glares and dirty looks. They started going out to dinner multiple times a week, and sometimes he’d even pick her up at the office, adding to her coworkers’ annoyance.

The straight men in the office, especially the single ones, were crushed. Never mind that a few had been on first dates with Sally, and she was known for being a costly date. The handful of lesbians in the office sympathized with the men, sharing their pain. None of them got paid enough to satisfy a woman like Sally. The straight women only glared, occasionally complaining to HR about Sally’s ‘immodesty.’ But Sally always dressed professionally. As much as commuting to the office irked her, she made sure to keep herself covered almost to the neck. Of course, no amount of modest attire could hide the impressive curves of her growing chest.

Because all of Percy’s gifts, dinners, and opulent lunches were affecting Sally in another way. It was a good thing Percy was satisfying her foodie urges so well; because Sally was buying new clothes — especially bras — much more frequently since they started dating.

On the six-month anniversary of their first date, Percy took Sally somewhere new. The cutest little bakery and sweets shop she’d ever seen. Her eyes sparkled as she slowly turned to take in all the lovely cupcakes, crullers, donuts, and hand-made candies. When her circle brought her around to face Percy again, she found him kneeling and looking up at her.

“Sally…”

Sally gasped as she put both hands to her mouth.

“These last six months have been the happiest of my life. And if you’ll have me, I’d love to spend the rest of my life making you as happy as you’ve made me.”

“Yes…”

“I know it’s fast, and we don’t have to set a date right away…”

“I said yes.”

Sally bent down, giving Percy and a few bystanders a good look at her bulging cleavage. She took his head in both hands, kissing him like she meant it. The bakery staff and customers applauded. Percy stood, wrapping Sally in a hug, lifting her off her feet with a soft grunt. When he set her down, he held her in his arms, the bloated globes of her breasts filling the space between them.

“I have another surprise for you…”

“Yes?”

“This is my shop.”

Sally’s eyes widened.

“What, like, you’re a chef? –er– A baker?”

Percy chuckled, stepping back and taking Sally’s hand.

“I don’t like to talk about it —because people get weird sometimes— but I own this shop. And several other restaurants as well.”

Sally couldn’t help herself. “How many others?”

Percy laughed again. “Six others, but I’m in the process of starting another and acquiring two more.”

Sally’s eyes nearly turned to dollar signs. “Really?”

Percy nodded. “Yep, including the Thai place we went to last night.”

“I thought it was odd they all knew you, but that kind of happens everywhere… Wait! Have we been going to your restaurants all this time?”

“Heh, no. Just that one, and here. It’s hard for me to take dates to my places, for the same reason I don’t advertise my business in my personal life.”

“That makes sense, I guess…”

“Anyway,” Percy continued, leading Sally to a row of glass cases packed with sweets, “now that we’re engaged, I’ll take you to all of them. I’ll make sure all my employees know who you are.”

Sally salivated as she looked over the ranks of desserts on offer; she almost missed Percy’s next words.

“You’ll eat for free at any of them, even if I’m not with you.”

Sally froze where she stood. Her whole body flooded with so much pleasure she almost came— in public and surrounded by strangers. Licking her lips, she looked at the treats under the glass again.

“C-could I have one of everything?” She managed to whisper.

The girl behind the counter smiled brightly. “Of course, Miss Sally!”

Percy’s ‘catch’ turned out to be the most beautiful words Sally had ever heard. A tiny voice in the back of her mind wondered what the real catch was, but it was drowned out by the sights and smells of a sweets shop she might just eat into bankruptcy.

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V

If Sally had enjoyed being Percy’s girlfriend, she loved being his fiancé. Their midweek dates became more frequent, and they agreed it was more fun to go to restaurants he didn’t own when they were together. The rest of the time, Sally went to Percy’s places for lunch and dinner every single day. He gave her a no-limit black card to hire a car wherever she wanted to go. It also came in handy on her weekly trips to the shopping district for wardrobe upgrades.

Bikinis, sundresses, evening gowns, even just cute blouses, and skirts. In short order, the closet in Sally’s tiny apartment was packed fuller than her date night lingerie. Sally’s interest in fashion was second only to her love of good food, so she was delighted every time a bra or top started to get uncomfortably snug. She didn’t even mind when the same happened to a favorite skirt. Sally knew it was just another excuse —though she hardly needed one— to go on another shopping spree.

These wardrobe malfunctions and mishaps started happening more and more often; because every day, Sally got the ‘royal treatment.’ Whether she was out with Percy, letting him spoil her out of another skimpy evening gown, or just popping into one of his cafés on her lunch break to give her stomach a good stretching, Sally had never eaten better —or more— in her life.

“Can I get you anything else, Miss Sally?” The thirty-something server at Percy’s burger joint asked.

“–Hmpf– two more of these, please!” Sally smiled, holding a double bacon and jalapeño burger in her hands.

It was her fourth such burger on today’s ‘lunch break.’ Each came with a generous side, and Sally had tried them all (except for the side salad).

“And what sides?” The server asked nervously.

“Hmmm… the tots again… and the sweet potato fries,” Sally said through a mouthful of perfectly cooked beef.

The server nodded and hurried away. Sally could feel the waistband of her skirt digging into her tummy as she lifted her fourth burger. Her bra was also digging into her shoulders and back. There was little she could do about the bra, but Sally reached under the table to inch her skirt a little lower, giving her soft belly room to stretch. She took another big bite.

***

“Sally, could I see you in my office?”

It was the company’s HR Director, a woman, unfortunately, named Karen. Sally closed the document she’d just opened — having just returned from her lunch ‘hour’ — and stood back up. She should have felt weighed down and sluggish from yet another marathon eating session at Percy’s sweets shop, but her body was getting used to the indulgence. Sally adjusted her overtaxed outfit and followed Karen into her office.

“Did you have a good lunch?” Karen asked as Sally squeezed her hips into the simple chair opposite the woman’s desk.

“Oh yeah, it was great…” Sally mused, resisting the urge to rub her tightly-packed tum.

“You –uh– were gone quite a while…”

Sally flushed a little. “Yeah –uhm– it’s my fiancé’s restaurant, and it’s a bit of a drive in this traffic…”

“I see. Well, this is between you and your supervisor, but a two-hour lunch break is a little excessive, don’t you think?” Karen asked, eyeing the cleavage spilling from Sally’s floral print blouse.

Sally fidgeted and nodded. “Yeah, I suppose…”

Karen shook herself and met Sally’s eyes. “Anyway, that’s not why I asked to speak with you. Sally, I’ve been getting more complaints about your wardrobe.”

“Who was it?” Sally demanded. “Was it that bi–er– stuck up –uh– prude Amy at reception? She’s been jealous of me since she started!”

Karen held out a placating hand. “You know I can’t say from whom, but I can say that I’ve heard from multiple parties.”

Karen waited for Sally to take a few calming breaths and meet her eyes again. “Sally. I’m not your enemy here. It’s normal for people to get a little… comfortable… in happy relationships. And off the record, I think you look amazing.” Karen paused as if debating whether to continue. “This is way out of line for me to say, but I’d kill for a body half as curvy as yours.”

“Thanks…” Sally muttered.

“But look at your outfit.” Karen continued. “Does that seem ‘office-appropriate’ to you?”

Sally looked down to the floor, only to have her vision filled with an abundance of ripe, pale cleavage.

“I guess not…” She admitted. “But I’m going shopping again on Saturday!”

“I remember when you bought that blouse and were showing it off, Sally,” Karen said in a motherly tone. “It was borderline then…”

Sally heaved a sigh, and for a moment, Karen feared the dark-haired girl was about to pop a button off the blouse in question.

“You’re right, you’re right… I’m sorry.”

“Whatever you do on your own time is your own business, of course. But if you want to keep your job here, I suggest you get some better-fitting clothes.”

“A-alright…”

***

In Sally’s recounting of the encounter with Percy that night, Karen was painted with a much less reasonable brush.

“And then she said if I wanted to keep my job, I should start dressing like a damn nun!” Sally said through a mouthful of gyoza.

Percy raised an eyebrow. “Did she really say ‘nun?’”

Sally pouted, using chopsticks to pluck another dumpling from the plate. “No… but she may as well have!” The meat-filled appetizer slipped into her mouth alongside the last unfinished one.

Percy smiled. “You know… you don’t have to work if you don’t want to. You could always just quit.”

A new world opened in Sally’s mind’s eye. She’d always assumed it was her responsibility as a modern woman to contribute her fair share to a household’s income.

“Really?”

Percy chuckled. “Of course! I want you to be happy, my dear. If your job doesn’t make you happy, or you don’t at least find the work fulfilling, then quit! I’ll support you in whatever you decide.”

Sally smiled, then frowned as she chewed. What did she want? What would make her happy? Percy reached across the table to touch her hand.

“Darling. If I may?”

“Hmm?”

“I know your real passion is food. Why don’t you dedicate yourself completely to that?”

Sally swallowed. “But it’s just a blog and some social media… I’ll never make any real money at it.”

Percy smiled warmly. “I don’t like to brag, my dear, but we’ll do just fine if you never bring in a single red cent.”

Sally blushed. “But I—”

“I mean it. What matters to me more than anything is your happiness. If you want to take your credit card and try every restaurant in the city, writing reviews or not, that’s what I want you to do.”

“Really?”

“Really. I only wish I could be there with you at every one. But if I know you’re enjoying yourself, it will make my time apart from you running the businesses worthwhile.”

Sally felt like her heart might burst.

“I… I love you, Percy.”

“I love you too, Sally.”

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