Back in high school you were known as the athlete. You have trophies and medals from all sorts of competitions and tournaments stored in a box somewhere. The gym was your second home, meal prep every Sunday. The only time you indulged was at someone's birthday or a holiday, careful not to overdo it. You had always been attracted to fat women but never imagined yourself in the same position. Your commitment to the gym and your various teams just didn’t allow for it, and you had always felt a little pressure from your friends and family to stay in shape.
Your friend invited her to tag along on a night out. What was supposed to be a routine outing to the bar, changed your life forever. She was short, maybe 5'1" or 5'2" and you guessed she was sitting at about 285lbs. She carried most of her weight in her ass and thighs, her wide hips were one of the first things you noticed. Then your eyes moved to her round middle. A little bit hidden beneath her sweater but when she sat you could see how her belly poured into her lap. Your friend introduced the two of you and the rest was history.
You were inseparable, spending nearly every day together. Dinner dates, movie dates, walks by the waterfront for ice cream, she'd invite you over to cook for you. It was clear she loved to eat. She was so happy filling her belly, but you started to wonder if she enjoyed filling yours, too. She almost always brought something homemade when she'd visit; cookies, banana bread, brownies, cinnamon buns... With all the time you were spending together you had been going to the gym less and less, replaced with evenings cuddling and snacking on the couch. After only a few weeks together you were starting to notice your own belly growing.
It wasn't obvious at first. Where you once had toned abs was now soft and pudgy. When you sat, your belly pushed against the waistband of your pants. Although your clothes were starting to feel a little tight, your added weight wasn't noticeable unless your shirt was off. She seemed to like it though. She'd pat your little belly after handing you another cookie, or gently rub it when you cuddled on the couch. You were happy so you didn't think much of it - everyone gains a few pounds with a new relationship, right?
Except it didn't stop at a few pounds.
In about 6 months you had gone up two sizes - once wearing mediums and now extra large. You hadn't been to the gym in 2 months. Even when she wasn’t around you found yourself lounging on the couch or playing video games. When you were together, your time seemed to revolve around food. There were still dinner dates but a lot more ordering in. Less and less walks by the waterfront and more walks through the grocery store. You now had a full fledged gut. One that hung over the waist of your pants (which were now mostly sweatpants) and jiggled when you walked. You maintained some of the muscle from your days as an athlete but it was now hidden beneath a layer of fat, having completely lost all definition. Your face had rounded out with signs of a double chin.
The best part? She loved it. The bigger you got the more she seemed to dote on you. The baking never slowed, in fact it seemed to pick up. She said she was just testing recipes or bringing over extras from work but you weren’t totally convinced. She even started to feed you some of what she made. She pretended like it was a cute way to sample what she baked, getting you to close your eyes as she pushed one cookie after another past your lips, giggling and telling you to guess the flavour. With her clearly enjoying your added weight, you felt comfortable indulging more often. You almost always took second helpings, sometimes thirds, at dinner. Whenever you went out, you always seemed to find an excuse to stop for a snack or a trip through the drive thru. You had some reservations, but you finally cancelled your gym membership.
Then one day she finally admitted what you had suspected all along. She sat you down and told you she adored how big you were getting, that she loved your stretch mark covered body. She saw how happy you were when you were eating, and how nice it was to feel your two soft bodies pressed together. She asked what you thought about gaining a little more intentionally going forward… You thought about it for a minute. You’ve put on about 50 lbs so far, a few more couldn’t hurt? It made her happy, and you didn’t mind it. You even found yourself enjoying it; playing with your flabby belly in the shower, rubbing it after a big meal.
Now it’s 2 years later and you’re another 125 lbs heavier. You’re not really sure how it happened. One moment you were agreeing to gain a few more pounds for her, the next you were sitting in nothing but your 3XL underwear, bloated and drinking melted ice cream straight from the carton. There’s not a single part of you that isn’t covered in fat. Your days are spent at your desk or on the couch - thankfully you recently switched to a full-time remote position at your job. Your chubby fingers lift the nearly empty carton to your mouth as you finish the last of the ice cream. You hear the keys in the lock and she comes bouncing in with two full grocery bags and a huge smile on her face. She moved in shortly after you agreed to gain for her which might explain how you ballooned so quickly. She’s put on a few pounds too - inevitable given the amount of baking she’s been doing. She plops down next to you on the couch and grabs a handful of your fat belly, shaking it and giggling, “got started without me, piggy?”
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