Sonata Bimbo Milf fic

> You are Anthony "Anon" Onthodolco, local teen and casanova.
> Life has been pretty grand for you as of late.
> You've been going out with this sweet girl you met at Taco Bell a few months ago, and you've been getting it pretty regularly since meeting her.
> Although for some reason she insists on always having Tacos afterwards.
> Man, Sonata's a weird chick.
> Cute, adorable, loving, but weird.
> Anyways, you were on your way to meet up with her at the usual location, but instead of finding her inside drooling over some tacos, she's waiting sheepishly out front.

> Man, she's as sexy as ever, always wearing that short blue skirt and that pink tube top.
> Even if she didn't fill it out up top like some of the other girls at school, she more than made up for it with a booty that wouldn't quite.
> Although it has been getting jigglier than usual lately, you don't mind though.
> `Cuz your Anaconda approves.
"Nonny, I, like, have something to tell you..." she said, rubbing one of her arms, seems like something was bugging her.
> "What is it Sonata?"
"Like, I don't know how else to, like, say this..." she mumbled, before pulling something out of her skirt.
> You are honestly surprised that she could get her hands into her pockets, let alone put anything in them with how tight they were around her plush hips and thighs.
> Damn, thinking about her luscious bod's got your other head thinking hard, this is a serious moment Anon, don't make everything about sex damn it...
"I'm... like, preggers" she mumbled, holding up a pregnancy test with a positive result.
> Shit...

"Nonny, like, what are we gonna do?" she asked, a very concerned look on her face.
> Think Anon, think, did you forget to wrap it up?
> Oh shit...
> Three weeks ago, at your uncle's place on the lake.
> All that booze you pilfered from his cabinets, the two of you were blitzed out of your minds...
"Nonny? Like, are you okay?"
> "I'm okay Sonata, I was just thinking that's all" hopefully that'll cover my trail, damn, I can feel the cold sweat of fear rolling down the back of my neck "It is your body, what do you think we should do?"
"I, like, dunno..." she muttered, looking down towards her stomach "I mean, I think it'd be, like, nice to have the baby, but..." she mumbled, as she starts nibbling fretfully on one of her index fingers "What if, like, I'm a bad mother?"
> Phew, that's all she's worried about, damn this girl is practically oozing love, of course she'd be a good mother.
> You grab her in a loving hug "Of course you'd make a good mom"

> After calming Sonata down, the two of you head into the Taco Bell, she heads to your usual booth, as you wait in line.
> Away from Sonata for the moment, you are thinking a mile a minute.
> Shit, will I be a good father? Do I make enough to support her and our unborn child? Is she gonna lose her hot bod?
> Thinking back on the last bit, you figure that if she does gain any real weight from this, it'd probably go straight to her ass, which you always did think could be bigger.
"Welcome to Tacobell, can I take your order?" asked the diminitive and round green-skinned red-headed youth in a KFC/Tacobell uniform.
> "Hey Snipps, I'll take the usual"
"Ten dollar menu tacos, and two large drinks" he mumbled, punching them into the computer "Anything else?"
> Well, Sonata is eating for two, maybe you should get her something else.
> "Yeah, actually, can I get five more tacos, and an order of those Captain Crunch donuts?"
"Sure thing `Non" Snipps said, punching them in.
> After the exchange of money, you go fill up the drinks for you and Sonata. Baja for her, and some Lemonade for yourself.

"Like, thanks Nonny" Sonata said, before taking a large bite out of one of her tacos "Shay *gulp* Isn't there, like, more stuff here than usual?"
> "Well, you're eating for two now, don't you remember?"
"Oh, that's right, like, I'd be so lost if you weren't, like, with me Nonny" she said, going back to her veritable feast of Tex-Mex food.
> That's how this sorta thing works right, pregnant chicks need to eat more than usual.
> Yeah, that has to be it, that's why they always get big guts, that must be the reason.
> Secured in your new line of thought, you try and make plans for the future, so you can support both Sonata and the kid.
-=- One Month Later -=-

> Thanks to your hard work, dedication, and blackmailing your boss at your part time job, you not only got a secure position for when you graduate this year, you got a promotion and quite a nice raise.
> Using this cash, and some more black-mailing, you managed to get a nice little place that your Uncle's the landlord of.
> Unfortunately you don't have much cash leftover, partially because of the new place, but mostly because of the constant treats you've been giving Sonata.
> Honestly, you've been spoiling her lately, but she's got your kid in her, and you love her dearly, so you can't help yourself.
> Speaking of which, you are currently on your way back home from work, carrying some take-out you grabbed on your walk back, because you know Sonata's gonna be craving tacos when you get home.
"Nonny! You're, like, home" she chirped, hopping off of the big cozy old couch in your place, bouncing over to give you a big hug.
> Man, more and more of her bounce lately.
> That sweet ass of her's been growing ever more jiggly, but then again, pregnant chicks gain weight, don't they?
> Although, her thighs have started touching more lately, but that just makes them all the more alluring, really.
> Finally, she's started to get a little bit of tummy pudge, which is so soft and squishy that you can't help but fondle it when the two of you cuddle on the couch.
> Damn it anaconda, down boy, I'm too exhausted from work...

-=- Month three -=-
> Damn, graduation cam and went so fast, now I'm just one of those guys who works.
> Oddly enough, doesn't feel like much has changed, oh well, more hours and more cash.
> Sonata's officially moved into your place by now, most nights you come home to see her asleep on the couch, the coffee table covered with those frozen dinners and other quick-meal things you stock the house with in case she gets hungry.
> Her baby bump's starting to come in now, although it's still squishy, but that's just normal, and it gives you something soft to fondle while laying on the couch with her.
> Although, her belly's not the only thing that's been getting bigger, she recently was shocked to find out her skirt tore when she bent down to grab the remote one night.
> Got front row seat to dat sweet ass, good times.
> Since then, she's been going to that maternity store in town lately, oddly enough she could find an outfit that looked just like her old one, albeit stretchier.
> Then there's her hips and thighs, if they keep growing like this, she might get stuck in the arm chair or something one day.
> Not that you're complaining, they're so soft and inviting.
> They really make 'Fun time" all the more fun with how soft and smooth they are.

-=- Month six -=-
> Some of Sonata's friends... sisters... I don't know, the weird living orange puff-ball and the grumpy girl with twin-tails, were at Sonata and my place when I got back from work.
"Nonny, like, welcome home!" Sonata chirped, she slowly struggled to get herself off of the well-worn couch, a slight sweat covering her brow from the effort.
> This has been happening for a while and you two were concerned she was just getting out of shape and shit, but a quick google search showed the two of you that this was what happened with pregnant ladies.
"Oh, hey Anon" the puff-ball said, before blowing a puff of hair out of her eye, her legs crossed as she sat in your arm-chair, hips nearly going from arm-to-arm.
"Like, it's about time you got back" the grumpy one grumbled, her arms crossed over her sizable bust.
> You can deal with puff-ball, but you never did like grumpy.
"Nonny, Adiago and Aria took me to, like, my doctor's appointment" Sonata said, having gotten off the couch and slowly waddle over to you, embracing you in a tight hug "We're, like, having triplets!"
> Wut....
> "What?"

"Yeah, like, Fat-ass here's more preggers than we, like, thought" the Grumpy one, Aria, huffed, giving you a harsh glare.
"Like, yeah, I don't know how you two couldn't, like, tell before" Adiago said, slowly getting out of the armchair with all the grace of a dancer "I mean, like, she's gotten so big"
"The doc did, like, warn her about getting fat" Aria said, pointing at Sonata's monolithic booty.
> Honestly, you've noticed that she was more than just pregnant around the fourth month, honestly you didn't care, you loved Sonata for who she was.
> Although, you can't deny that even for a tubby chick, she's still hot as fuck.
"Like, I thought I told you guys to not, like, talk about that..." Sonata whined, slowly turning around to pout at her friends, giving you ample view of her more than ample booty.
> Damn it anaconda, no, we have company... And I don't think Sonata would appreciate them getting in on the act.
> "Nonsense, Sonata's not fat, she's just..." you say, before pausing to think up a proper way to say it "Becoming more motherly" you continue, getting her in a loving hug, giving her a quick kiss on the cheek.
"Whatever, com'on Adiago, let's, like, go home, we got, like, work in the morning" Grumpy said, walking towards the door.
"Oh fine" Adiago sighed, doing a sassy little sashay after her friend... sister... whatever.
"We should, like, keep an eye out for Sonata, I think Anon might, like, one of those chubby chasers..." you manage to catch Aria whisper to Adiago as they left.
> That's absurd, you don't love fat chicks, you just love Sonata, so what if she's put on weight, she's still bootylicious.

-=- Month 7 -=-
> Finally, you managed to scrounge up enough cash, you're gonna pop the question to her tonight.
> Nervously you fiddle with the small box in your pocket, hoping that she'd like it.
> If you're gonna start a family, you should listen to your mother's last words.
> 'Don't have any bastards Anthony, do the right thing'
> Oh Momma Onthodolco, telling that to a four year old is just weird.
"Like, welcome home Nonny" Sonata said in her same old sing-songy tone she always did, she's been learning how to cook lately, and getting pretty good at it.
> She's also been making sure that there's a hot meal whenever you got home.
> That frilly apron is just so damn cute on her, although actually cooking in nothing but an apron doesn't seem all that safe.
> On full display is her sweet-ass ass, her wide hips, supple thighs, and the mound that her stomach has become now that the children have been growing more agressively.
> Sadly the two of you can't lay down on the couch together anymore, but you still find ways of cuddling up.
> "Sonata, I've got something serious to ask you..."
"It's not, like, about how much I've been eating is it?" She asked, an adorable pout on her face "It's, like, not my fault, I have to, like, taste things to make sure they're nummy"
> "No, no, Sonata, it's not that" Especially with the wonder that your new hobby's done for dat ass "I was wondering if..." you start, pulling out the small box, opening it to reveal a ring with a tasteful emerald set into it "You'd do me the honor of marrying me?"
> All I heard out of Sonata was a fast paced mixture of "Yes yes yes", "OMG" and "For realsies?"

-=- Month 8 -=-
> You've worked very hard to make this day very special for your love, more hours at work, holding back on the booze, and calling in a few favors from a few friends.
> But it's all worth it, the big day is here, you're standing at the altar in a fancy tuxedo, as you watch your beautiful bride move down the aisle, it's probably the most clothing she's worn in quite some time, but even then it fits with her usual skimpy fashion sense.
> Instead of a long trailing skirt, she had one a pure white mini-skirt, longer than what she normally wore, but still a mini-skirt none the less, a big fancy bow on the back, resting on the crest of her monumentous booty.
> The rest of the dress was your standard strapless wedding dress, it was streched taut over her massive baby mound, but holding mightily, it was a good deal tighter in the bust than it was the last time she tried it on, but that's because her breasts have finally started to grow.
> Right now the fancy little ribbon-thing at the top of the dress was pressing ever so alluringly into over-flowing breasts.
> Damn it anaconda, wait until later, than you can play all you want...
-One long wedding ceremony later-
"Do you, Anthony Onthodolco, take Sonata Dusk as your Lawfully wedded wife?" the pastor asked, holding a bible
> Shit man, of course I want that booty all to myself "I do"
"Do you, Sonata Dusk, take Anthony Onthodolco as your lafully wedded husband?"
"Like, duh, of course I do, like, why wouldn't I want this stud-muffin all to myself?" She said, grasping you in a big hug.
> Oh that girl of mine...

-One awkward exhange of the vows later-
> Even though the two of you wanted to keep this a small event, a bunch of your old classmates showed up, hell, six of the more popular girls showed up to be bridesmaids along side Grumpy and Puff-ball.
> Sitting down at the table of honor, you and Sonata are enjoying a small respite from all the attention.
> Well, you were enjoying the lack of attention, Sonata was just happy to be off her sore feet.
"Mmm, Nonny, like, you gotta try the tacos" Sonata cooed in between large bites of taco "It's, like, soooooooo good"
> "Heh, I knew you'd like them"
> Damn it anaconda, after the reception, then we can have fun-time with Sonata, calm down...
"Like, Just as I told you Adiago, she'd, like, be over here stuffing her fat face as usual" Grumpy said, stomping over to our table, hands crossed over her bust, with Adiago not far behind her, sashaying her way up in her scandously short gown.
> Stupid Grumpy, Sonata's face isn't fat, it's just soft and kissable. Especially those plump lips.
"Aria, like, don't insult Sonata on her wedding day" Adiago scolded, pouting at Aria "I personally think that she, like, looks hot in, like, her wedding gown" she said, getting close and giving Sonata a tender hug, but also looking straight at me, licking her lips.
> Well... That's different...
> "I'm gonna go get us some more cake, would you and Aria care for anything?"

> As you got away from Puff-ball and Grumpy, you noticed those six popular girls from school that jumped on to being the bridesmaids.
> Shit, what were their names...
> I think the purple one's something sparkle, the one with the cowboy hat was AJ you knew her from shop class, pink was that party girl, the other pink-haired girl was just some shy thing, the white one was a fine-ass piece of class, and finally the blue one...
> I think she might be a clown, I mean, she's got rainbow-colored hair, that's a clear sign of a clown.
> "Hey girls, how have you been enjoying the reception so far?"
"Like, it'sh fun" the purple one said, before taking a swig from her clearly alcoholic beverage, a few stray drops splattering around her rather impressive bust.
> Actually, now that you take time to think, almost all the girls at your old school were rediculously busty except for Sonata.
> Huh, they also all had the same vocal tick of using the word "like" a lot.
> Meh, probably just some local thing you think to yourself, swiftly grabbing a few slices of cake, a large one for Sonata and a small one for yourself.
"Yeah, but if, like, we're not fast enough, everything's gonna go into, like, tubbo's gut" the clown-haired one said, an arrogant look on her face, exuding the impression that she thinks that she was better than everyone else.
> If I wasn't holding cake right now, I worry that I might have decked her in the face.
"Heeey, like, you can't just call someone tubbo on, like, their wedding day" the pink one pouted, her arms straight and fists balled up.
"Yeah, like, what if people started, like, calling you Flatty?" AJ asked, hand sassily on her hip.
> Now that you think about it, compared to the other girls, the clown is pretty damn flat, like all over.
> You walk back to your table, hearing a small argument break out between the six, you wonder whatever happened to that one girl who ruled the school for a couple of years.
> Actually, whatever happened to her...

> Suddenly, in through the doors barged that one girl you were thinking of.
> From the looks of it, she's at least been eating well.
> Honestly, her hips, booty, and thighs could give Sonata a run for her money. Well, not that the two seem to be doing a lot of running lately.
> She also has a bottle of whiskey in her grasp, and a clouded over look to her eyes, like she's been drinking since dawn.
"Anth'ny! DAMN YOUSE TAH HELL!!" she shouted, punctuating it with a loud belch.
> Well, this is happening...
"You bashta'd, you knocks meh *hic* up, leave me with this damn bashta'd, and then you go an' marry some blue-haied bimbo" she slurred, flailing her arms around, a slight jiggle to them, one of her flailing pointed towards a small child that looked oddly familar...
> Well fuck me sideways...
> It all comes back to you at once, Junior year, around the time she stopped being such a major bitch, that booze-filled halloween party...
> Fuck, she was that slutty catgirl...
> Damn you alcohol, you have to stop landing me with kids.
"Where'sh mah beautiful weddin'? Where'sh my gorgeoush weddin' dresh?" she asked, fire in her eyes as she jabbed her finger into my chest "Youse coulda have da hottesh bi'ch at shchool, an' youse shettle fer some fat bimbo"
> What's with everyone calling your adorably plump Sonata fat today? Seriously, it's starting to get annoying...

"Nonny, who is this?" Sonata asked, walking up to the two of us.
> "Uhh... Well..."
"He knocked meh up two yearsh ago" Shimmer slurred, before pointing her finger at Sonata "An' he wen' an' dids it again with shome fat bimbo"
> "Damn it, that's enough, stop calling my wife fat!" you shout, the camel's back broken and made humble as if by some sort of clutch "She's just plump, and I don't care even if she was fat!" you continue, hugging your wife tightly.
"See, told you, chubby chaser" you hear Grumpy whisper to puff-ball in the silence of the room after your shouting.
> The reception hall's silent, a look of shock on not only Sunset Shimmer's face, but some of the bridesmaids.
> Except the pale one with purple hair, she's probably the type to be touched by true love, or some kind of freaky, `cause she's blushing like mad.
> Oddly enough, the first person to make a noise was that meat-head guy from gym class.
"YEAAAAAAAH!!" he shouted, pumping his arms.
> Could never peg that guy, but at least he's enthusiastic...
> Huh, he's with that light-green haired girl that used to be in the cheersquad, didn't she use to be skinnier?
> Oh well, who am I to judge, I pampered my wife to a double XL booty.
> "Well, *ahem* Shimmer, if you are willing to be civil, you can stay, if not, don't let the door hit you on the way out" you say, heading back to your table, with your lovely wife.

-=- Month Nine -=-
> After the wedding, you and Sonata went on a small vacation to a quaint villa in Mexico.
> Luckly only you were harmed by that damned Montezuma's Revenge.
> After the two of you returned, Adiago's been coming over daily to help Sonata out around the house.
> Every night when she leaves, she gives you a lustful look and a wink.
> Also, it seems like she's got more to sashay as of late than she did before, maybe you're just seeing things.
> Despite the odd feeling Adiago keeps giving you, you're happy she's around to help out, especially with how Sonata's close to popping any day now.
> Actually, now that you think about, normally you hear Sonata grunting to get up off the couch to see you as you get home.
> Great, now you're worried...
> "Sonata, I'm home" you call, only to see an empty room, only to have your cellphone in your pocket give off a buzz, the number of the text seems unfamiliar.
"Sonata's at the hospital, come quick" it read, dropping off your work stuff, you lock the door and run off to the hospital

> After explaining to the receptionist why you ran in here, and that no, you did not need a doctor, she pointed out the way to where Sonata was.
> Unfortunately, an unfriendly face was there.
> Shimmer...
"About time you got here" she huffed, arms crossed over her chest, barely even turning to acknowledge me, she's just watching Sonata in the delivery room "I showed up at your place today to apologize for the wedding, I didn't expect your wife to pop"
> "I'll reimburse you for the taxi fare, Shimmer"
"I have my own car" she said offhandidly, before pointing at Sonata "You really should be with her right now"
> Maybe Shimmer stopped being such a bitch after having your kid.
> Nah, she probably just grew up, even the most stone-cold bitch wouldn't ignore a pregnant lady.
> Whatever the reason, you head in to be with your wife at this moment.

- one semi-traumatizing medical scene later -
"They're, like, so adorable Nonny" Sonata said, fatique obvious in her voice as she hugged our three children, two currently suckling on her swollen breasts, the third resting between the other two.
> "They really are" you reply, giving your wife a gentle hug, before a sudden realization hit you "Crap, we forgot to think up names for them"
"That's, like, alright Nonny, I, like, already filled in the papers" Sonata said, giving you a gentle look.
> Well, this should be good...
"This is, like, little Fajita" she said, patting the baby with faint green fuzz on her head "Salsa" patting the one with faint red fuzz "And, like, little Pollo" she concluded, hugging the smallest one with blue fuzz.
> She named them after taco terms...
> You do not know why you are suprised...

-=-Several years later-=-
> Despite Sonata's frets over not being a good mother, she's really taken to the role like a fish to water.
> Although she is a little disappointed she didn't keep her large bust, but honestly I don't care, I'll take some good ol' Yummy-Mummy booty any day over huge tits.
> Although, you have the oddest sense of deja vu
"Nonny, honey, like, I'm preggers again" Sonata said, holding up a pregnancy test with a positive result
> Here we go again...

THE END, for now