Azza moved gracefully around her kitchen, the loose hijab she wore doing little to contain her ample assets. Her husband, Bibo, entered the room, his expression one of displeasure.
"What's wrong, Bibo?" Azza asked, her voice dripping with false innocence.
"Your weight gain, Azza. It's becoming a problem," he replied, his tone harsh.
Azza couldn't help but smirk at his words. "Oh, you mean my new assets? I thought you'd like them."
Bibo rolled his eyes and left the room, leaving Azza to sigh and look at herself in the mirror. She knew she was gaining weight intentionally, but she couldn't help it. She was doing it for Hamada, Bibo's friend who had shown interest in full-figured women.
Later that day, Hamada came over for a visit. Azza greeted him warmly, making sure to raise her arms up and show off her huge tits under her hijab. Hamada tried to hide his excitement, but Azza could tell he was interested. She felt a surge of power and confidence.
Over the next few weeks, Azza continued to gain weight and flirt with Hamada. She wore tight nylon clothes that revealed the details of her body when wet, and she stopped wearing a bra. Hamada became more and more obsessed with Azza's body. He couldn't stop thinking about her big fat growing breasts and her curvy figure.
Azza noticed his obsession and felt a sense of satisfaction. She was finally getting the attention she had been craving. However, she was also becoming frustrated. Hamada hadn't made a move yet, and she was getting impatient.
She decided to take matters into her own hands and injected herself with estrogen and fertility hormones to become even fatter. She noticed that her body was becoming more voluptuous, and her armpits were becoming smelly and fat. She was enjoying the increase in her weight, making her tits getting saggier and heavier and her ass bigger.
She wore wet clothes with no bra when Hamada visited, deliberately raising her arms up to enable him to see her big fat growing breasts under her big scarf and loose clothes. Hamada was shocked by her transformation but couldn't deny that he was attracted to her even more.
Azza felt a sense of victory, but she knew that she still had to play the game carefully. She wasn't going to give up until she got what she wanted.
"Hamada, I'm so glad you came over today," Azza said, her voice dripping with flirtation.
"I always enjoy visiting you, Azza," Hamada replied, his eyes glued to her massive chest.
Azza smiled, feeling a sense of satisfaction. She was in control, and she wasn't going to let go of that power anytime soon.
"I'm glad to hear that, Hamada. I've been thinking about you a lot lately," she said, her voice low and sultry.
Hamada gulped, feeling a surge of desire. "Really? What have you been thinking about?"
Azza moved closer to him, her body pressing against his. "I've been thinking about how much I want you, Hamada. How much I want to feel your hands on my body."
Hamada groaned, unable to resist her any longer. He pulled her closer, his lips crashing down on hers. Azza felt a surge of triumph as she deepened the kiss, knowing that she had won the game of weight.
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