Outgrowing Love - Chapter Twenty-Five

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Hey all.. this is not only my first time ever trying to write this kind of story, but also my first ever post here.  The story's about two (?) fitness freaks who have been in a happy long-term relationship, but after meeting a stranger called Autumn, Belle wonders whether being obsessed with fitness and staying slim really is her choice, and just how supportive girlfriend Roxana would be if she made her own choices instead? Will their relationship endure, or will she outgrow their love?

Outgrowing Love Cover Image

Art of the main character Belle at around 250lbs

Art by the very talented berserker1!

Chapter 1

“Well done, babe, a new record!” Roxana exclaimed to the right of me, a white towel draped around her neck as she watched me descend from the treadmill with a look of approval.  She had finished a few minutes ago – of course – and rather than leaving me behind, had chosen to stay and watch me finish. She was sweet like that, and it’s what made going to the gym so special for us – not only had we met there, but we both shared the same passion, we both motivated each other, and we both made the other feel so good about ourselves.

Roxana had always been – and will likely always be – the fittest of us both, not that I minded.  Her honey-toned slim body was perfect, with visible abs, sizeable C-cup boobs, and a tight ass.  As I said, perfect.

Honestly, I was quite fit myself, I’m not so self-critical as to play down my own body achievements just because Roxana has worked even harder.  I was still just as slim – my abs were just too shy to say hello, as Roxana would reassure me.  I didn’t mind, I enjoyed being the softer one in the relationship, and to be honest it was quite a turn-on to have a partner who was stronger and fitter than me. Roxy loved to tease me as well, good-naturedly of course, whenever she beat my time or when I got tired before she did – which... was quite often.

“Still not fast enough to beat you though, huh?” I replied with a smirk as I wiped sweat from my brow.

“Here.” Roxana quickly said, handing a second towel over to me, which I accepted gratefully, “And no, but it’s still very impressive, considering.”

“Considering what?” I asked with fake confusion, raising my brows as I dabbed myself with the towel.

Roxana answered by placing her hands on my waist, tugging me closer to her until our bodies touched, her left hand slipping behind me to squeeze my butt, “Considering you have to lug this around, my Baby Belle.”  If you’re confused, then my name is Belle. When teasing me, Roxana usually called me this as a reference to the ‘babybel’ cheese snack.

The fingers of her right hand pinched my side, barely able to grip anything – after all, I was just as skinny as her. It was just a playful joke between us, and it never offended me – in fact, the comments gave me butterflies. The comments emphasised just how sexy and perfect Roxana was, and I was more than happy to worship her for that – it’s no surprise that I was definitely the sub in the relationship.

“True, true.” I giggled, “I’m just so fat.”

I blushed slightly as I noticed the woman finishing off on the machine next to us shoot me a dirty look. I felt genuinely bad – I had no issue with larger women, in fact I found girls that were chubby quite cute.  The woman in question, as she turned and walked away – not without my eyes lingering on her round butt for a couple of seconds, they did look good in those jogging bottoms – was definitely chubby.

Roxana noticed my attention drift, and looked over her shoulder to see who I was looking at, “Whoops. I probably shoulda spoke quieter, don’t want to put her off coming back.”

I gave Roxana an odd look at her phrasing but said nothing. Roxana was very supportive of fitness and health, and she was never one to fat-shame. If someone needed to lose weight, Roxana was the first one to step-up and help them.  She wouldn’t judge, criticise, or presume someone to just be lazy if they were overweight.  But it was healthier to not be, and that was a fact, as she often reminded me.

“Anyway, teasing aside, I’m very proud of you.” Roxy continued, pinching my butt again – this time in a more affectionate way, and pulling me into a passionate kiss.  Her lips tasted slightly of sweat, her firm skin damp underneath my exploring hands – it just made me want her more.  She whispered into my ear after pulling away slightly, “And you know I’m teasing, right?  Calling you Baby Belle, making jokes… you’re fit as hell, and sexy as hell too.”

“I know, d- oh.” I broke off as Roxy started kissing my neck, closing my eyes for a moment, and forgetting about her question, “Geez, Roxy, we’re in public! And… well, not really the right time.”

“Why not?  We can both fit in a changing stall easily... Why wait until we’re home?” She had a point – Roxana was most into me post workouts, so it would be a shame to lose the... momentum? Is that the right word? I wasn’t sure, I’m too flustered to think words right now.

“Ladies!” A stern voice sounded from the counter, and I flinched back from Roxana to nearly trip over the treadmill, “Take that home, please!”

“Whoops…” Roxana grinned, giving me one final peck before turning towards the changing rooms, “Come on, my Baby Belle, we can get some lunch once we’ve freshened up if you’d like.”

“Sounds great.” I chuckled, giving the glaring receptionist a meek, apologetic smile as I followed after my toned girlfriend.

* * * 

I stared into the mirror of the changing stall, my eyes settling first on Roxana’s rear as the girl bent over to rummage through her gym bag. Although a bit flatter than my own, it was still an impressive sight as the material of her shorts stretched to highlight the shape and firmness.  As if sensing my gaze, Roxana wiggled her hips, causing me to giggle.

My blue eyes then moved to focus on my own appearance in the reflection, my still-youthful face of twenty-two years staring back at me.  My ash blonde hair was up in a ponytail, slightly darker and damp from sweat, which glistened on my fair-skinned face.  I had quite soft features, my face heart shaped, close-set blue eyes, a button nose, and quite narrow eyebrows – darker than my hair.  My lips were bow-shaped and quite thick.

My neck was narrow, my collarbone easily visible – medically, I was underweight, but I wouldn’t consider myself skeletal.  Underweight was better than overweight anyway, and Roxana said that if I just toned up my muscles, I would fall into a healthy weight like she was, so it was only a matter of time. My girlfriend certainly beat me in the chest department, as I didn’t have much of a bust to boast about.  I wasn’t flat-chested, but at barely a B-cup – it was perhaps the area I was most insecure about.

My stomach was perfectly flat but soft, the skin delicate to the touch.  My waist curved inwards slightly below my ribcage, my belly button vertical and shallow.  My waist then widened into my hips, my butt curving out behind me to make my ‘best’ (sometimes known to Roxana as ‘motherly’ feature and giving me a pear body shape.  My thighs were wide but firm, meaning I had little thigh gap to speak of but I didn’t mind – it was muscle, not fat.

I wouldn’t call myself vain, but I knew that I wasn’t ugly. I got a lot of attention, particularly from men – this being fine as I was bisexual, I’ve had both boyfriends and girlfriends in the past.  Roxana, though, was my most serious relationship by far.  We had been together for four years now, meeting in university when we were both eighteen.  We now lived together in a flat in Southern England, and we were in love – her attention was all I cared about.

“Admiring your beauty, huh?” My girlfriend observed, moving behind me and wrapping her arms around my middle, a gentle kiss to my left shoulder, “You’re looking great, so fit – and your arms are starting to look toned!”

I smiled, placing my own hands over her arms snaked around me, leaning back into her, “I guess I do look pretty good – nothing compared to you though, your body is incredible.”

“Ha, you’ll get there.” She smiled, and I noted that she said this seriously – I didn’t mind her confidence, she was the better looking one and it was inspiring, “You’ve worked so hard lately, I’ve loved spending so much time with you!  And you are looking good.” She kissed my shoulder again, withdrawing her arms before without warning slapping my ass with an audible smack, causing me to yelp, “Keep working on toning your buns too – bouncy is good, but there’s still a bit too much wobble.” She chuckled, “My Baby Belle.”

I could already see my cheeks going red – my facial cheeks, to clarify.  Again, something stirred within me from that comment, probably inspiration and motivation to follow her advice.  I liked that she wanted me to be perfect, and that she wasn’t horrible about it, I was very lucky… I also really wanted her to slap me again, it felt good – jiggle or no jiggle. Roxy was only teasing. I placed a hand to the cheek that had been slapped, pressing into it experimentally as doubt crossed my mind.  But there was barely any give. Just teasing. I smiled.

* * * 

We somehow managed to leave each other alone long enough to shower, change and escape the changing stall without drawing suspicion. I gave a sigh of satisfaction as we headed away from the gym into the leisure park it was based in, relieved that exercising was done for the day, “What are we having?” I asked in a cheery tone, reaching to grab my girlfriend’s hand. There were plenty of delicious options – chicken, Italian, burgers, an Indian… I fidgeted as I heard my stomach growl, hoping that Roxana hadn’t heard as well.

“Mm…” Roxana considered, brown eyes skimming over the many options, “I don’t want us to get in the habit of pigging out right after working out, else what would the point be? Treats are fine occasionally, obviously, I’m not a robot!  But why don’t we just get a salad from Sub House?” I tried to hide the disappointment from my face, my heart instantly sinking as all the good stuff vanished from possibility. Roxy made sense though – would the work-out feel as satisfying as it did now if we just shoved a load of empty calories into our stomachs?  “Hey, don’t give me the puppy-dog look, Baby Belle!” Had I? “Let’s just get a refreshing salad to take away, and when home you can have dessert, huh?”

The tone of her last sentence made it quickly clear she didn’t mean ice cream. Well, that was one way to make me forget about chicken. Although, now the image of Roxana dressed up much like a dessert entered my mind instead.  I wondered how she would feel about being covered in whipped cream, and maybe a few cherries?  Roxy giggled, and I realised I had licked my lips.

“Come on, Baby Belle.” She took my hand, and I allowed myself to obediently be led away towards Sub House, the promise of healthy salad doing little to console my grumbling stomach, “And tell your tummy to be quiet – she doesn’t need grease, she’s perfect the way she is!”

“I dunno why I’m so hungry.” I mused as we entered Sub House, relieved to see there wasn’t much of a queue.  I glanced at the menu – it may not have been fried chicken, but there were still plenty of more appealing choices than salad, “Umm… Maybe I could get a chicken sub instead of a salad?  I am quite hungry.”

Roxy gave me an exasperated look over her shoulder, as if to say ‘Really?’, before grabbing a tray and saying, “I don’t think that’s a great idea, babe. Think about how amazing you’ll feel later that you didn’t give in! You don't wanna get fat, remember?”

I flinched as someone seemed to cough, having not noticed anybody join the queue behind me.  I looked over my shoulder, where a freckled girl with wavy auburn hair quickly looked away. I frowned slightly, noticing the ghost of a fading smirk on her lips. Had she been holding back a laugh? Did she think that me considering anything but a salad was funny? Did she think I was already fat?

Suddenly feeling self-conscious, I looked back to Roxy and said in a more acceptive tone, “You’re right. Just a salad is more than fine. I’ll only regret it later.”

“Good girl.” Roxana purred, and I grinned. I always loved it when she said that – like I said before, a natural sub. I grimaced at the word, wishing it wasn’t the same as the lunch I really craved at the moment.

“Hey, welcome to Sub House!” A guy a couple of years younger than us exclaimed from behind the counter, seeming way too chirpy to be working in a fast-food chain, “What can I get you?”  I noticed he took a moment to look us both over, a gesture I was very used to by now – although I found both men and women attractive, women at least tended to have more tact.

Although Miss Freckles behind me proved that theory wasn’t always true.

“Hey hun,” Roxana replied in a confident tone, wrapping the boy around her finger straight away. Unlike myself, Roxana was a lesbian, only with eyes for women – but that didn’t stop her from flirting and teasing guys, especially when they thought they had a chance. I felt a pang of pity for this clear college-student, “I’ll have the Cold Cut Combo Salad, and my gorgeous girlfriend here-“ Ah, there we go, breaking his heart in one fell swoop, “-will have the Oven Roasted Chicken Salad please. No sauce.”

Well, at least I’d be having some form of chicken.

“No problem,” The attendant replied, seeming to shrug off the news quite well.  As Roxana handled payment, I noticed a freckled hand withdrawing from my tray.

“You dropped your napkin.” The girl behind me said quickly, as I looked to her with a frown, “Just putting it back for you.”

“…Right. Thank you.” I replied uncertainly, taking a closer look at the girl. 

She was a bit taller than me (although I’m hardly tall, being only five-foot-four), but not as tall as Roxana (who was five-foot-ten).  This girl stood probably at around five-foot-seven or eight.  As I’d already observed, she had quite striking auburn hair which was wavy, with two long curls dangling either side of her face.  Black-framed glasses rested in front of her grey eyes on her slightly upturned nose, and a dusting of freckles covered her cheeks.

Feeling a natural irritation towards this stranger who had disturbed me twice now, I stubbornly avoided looking down at her body, but she wore a floral, summery dress that hung off of her shoulders.  I could tell from the slight softness of her jawline that she didn’t seem the athletic type, at least a bit bigger than Roxana and myself.  If I wasn’t feeling this irritation, she would certainly be cute – nothing on Roxana though, obviously.

“You’re welcome.” The girl smiled, revealing pearly white teeth and dimples in both of her freckly cheeks. Be still, heart.  “Enjoy your salad.” I raised my eyebrows again, trying to detect the sincerity – if any – in her tone.  Before I could muster a response, she gestured ahead and continued softly to say, “I think your food is ready.”

“Hey, Baby Belle!” Roxana’s voice called, “Stop flirting and get your butt over here!”

I blushed at the very public use of my rather embarrassing nickname, and Freckles’ smile widened, “Baby Belle…” She said quietly so only I would hear, “Adorable.”

“B-Bye!” I exclaimed as I grabbed my tray, now complete with a dull looking salad, and hurried away towards where Roxana had placed herself.

“Who was that?” My girlfriend asked as I hurried into the booth opposite her.  Although she was grinning, there was an edge to her voice that sounded a bit like worry, or perhaps even suspicion.

“No idea, she seems a bit weird.” I replied as I unfolded my napkin, placing it on my lap. I turned my attention to the salad, before spotting that the napkin wasn’t plain as I’d presumed, black markings catching my eye. It was a note, followed by a phone number.

Be yourself! If you want a chicken sub, then get a chicken sub. Want some chicken? Have a whole basket. Live your own life, treat your body how you want to treat it… it is yours and nobody else’s. You’re beautiful either way.  If you ever want a chat, give me a call! No salads allowed, though.

Your Sub House Friend
Autumn
Xxxxx

How the hell had this girl written all that without me noticing?!  I shoved the napkin in my trouser pocket as I looked back towards the counter, but the freckled girl seemed to have already left.  Wow, what a weird girl.  Who was she to comment on what I ate or didn’t eat?!  Or imply Roxana was making decisions for me? I mean, she was, but I liked that!

As I put the first forkful of lettuce leaves, chicken breast and red pepper into my mouth, I couldn’t get the note’s words out of my head.

Damn it, I really want some chicken.

 

A/N:  Hope you enjoyed it  I'd really appreciate any comments and feedback. How long I continue with this idea depends on whether people are interested, really, including myself! As I said at the start, I've never written this type of story before so not only do I not know if I'll be any good at it, but also whether I'll enjoy it. But my aim is for this story to be realistic, so it may be quite slow-moving, there will be no 'magic' or supernatural events, and I'm going for story first over fetish. By this, I mean that for me, the story of Belle and her relationships is the main focus, with both story and relationships being affected by the issue of her weight and body.

There will still be lots of weight gain, possibly for multiple characters. Right now, there's not any plans for any major male characters, with the main three all being female. 

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Interested to see how this goes.

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26 minutes ago, Deoxyribo9 said:

Interested to see how this goes.

Thanks so much for commenting! 😊 I've got chapter 2 nearly finished

Thank you also to everyone who's reacted, it means a lot 🥰

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Chapter 2

I don’t know why I kept the napkin note from the strange girl in Sub House, rather than just tossing it in the bin. It now sat in my bedside table draw, the side with the writing facing down – the last thing I wanted was for Roxana to see it and start questioning things. Of course, throwing it away would remove that possibility entirely, but I couldn’t help but be curious about this ‘Autumn’. I obviously had no intention of ever calling her on the number scribbled down, so why did I feel so reluctant of getting rid of it and save myself potential drama down the line?

“Come on, Baby Belle!” Roxana’s enthusiastic tone, accompanied by a clap of her hands, drew me out of my thoughts and brought me back to reality, “It’s weighing and measurement time!”

Being the fitness fanatic she was, stepping on the scales and measuring ourselves all over was a strict routine. I didn’t mind too much, after all it was an excuse to see Roxy in her underwear and get up close and personal. I also enjoyed reading the numbers of her chest and hip measurements, especially if there was ever a positive change – that didn’t happen very often.

I loved seeing my own numbers too, for some reason.  I guessed it was linked to enjoying being teased by Roxana whenever I had put on a pound or two, the thrill of seeing my weight going up slightly and knowing she was about to point it out. It led to attention and her domineering personality as she would joke about what she would do to me.  Of course, I wanted to get rid of those extra pounds as soon as I knew they existed, and with Roxy’s help it never took very long.

“Hello?! Anyone there?” Roxana’s fingers clicked in front of my face, snapping me out of it once again, “What are you daydreaming about, hm? Better not be that girl from Sub House!”

Despite the jokey tone, I did worry that Roxana thought something happened that hadn’t. Although she exuded confidence, my girlfriend could be insecure when it came to people talking to me. I think she found it difficult sometimes with me being bisexual, as she had previously admitted to feeling ‘threatened’ by anyone that spoke to me. In her previous relationships – all with girls, of course – she felt safe because she knew any man talking to them would be rejected, and girls didn’t tend to be so forward in their approach.

“Of course not!” I quickly protested, offering her a weak smile, “I only have eyes for you, dear. How could I not? You’re perfect.”

Roxana smirked, “Damn right.  Besides, she was a bit tubby anyway, her greed would be such a bad influence on my Baby Belle. She probably spends her whole life in that restaurant – I heard her order; it definitely wasn’t a salad – probably eats like a pig pretty often.”

I frowned slightly, taken aback by my girlfriend’s quite harsh words. As I mentioned before, she was never judgemental about somebody’s weight, just supportive and encouraging to help them to lose it. She would always consider that maybe extra weight was down to an illness, or depression, or an injury. Using words like ‘tubby’ and ‘pig’ was not familiar at all, except sometimes when teasing me of course. I didn’t mind.

Seeming to sense that her words hadn’t been taken well, Roxana quickly moved on, handing me the pastel pink notebook that we used to track our weights and measurements.  A photo was taped to the front of it, portraying a cute headshot selfie of the two of us from a couple of years ago. Roxana had her arms looped around my neck, hugging me from behind with a big smile. My head was leaning into the crook of her arm, looking very much in love, and enjoying the attention. I smiled – it was great to be loved.

I opened it to where the ribbon bookmark was placed, glancing at the latest data from exactly one week ago. A straight pen line separated the page into two, with each of our names heading each half.

                         Roxana                      Belle
07/06/2023     122lb                            107lb
                        35”-28”-36”               31”-25”-37”
                        BMI: 18.1                       BMI: 18.2
                        Thighs: 17”                  Thighs: 18”

Looking at those notes showed there was barely anything between them in numbers. Roxana may have been fifteen pounds heavier than me, but she was also six inches taller. I shifted slightly as I looked at my BMI, seeing it was slightly higher – it wasn’t a big deal as it was considered underweight, and it almost felt… right. Surely if my BMI was lower than Roxana’s, then she would probably feel jealous as she worked out a lot harder than me. I wondered what she thought about it.

“You ready?” I quickly started a new row, dating the entry as ‘14/06/2023’ before giving a nod of confirmation. Roxana smirked, before saying flirtatiously, “Enjoy the show, then.”

She lifted her top over her head, her ribcage showing as she stretched her arm, abs also emphasised on her toned, tanned stomach. She tossed her top to the side, upper half wearing now only her grey plunge styled bra. She then slipped her shorts down her toned thighs and firm calves, shaking them off too.  She gave me a look, placing a hand on her tilted hip, “Like what you see?”  I nodded breathlessly, and she giggled.

She soon stepped onto the digital scales, the display bouncing about a few numbers before settling on ‘122.0’. “Yes! On form as always. No doubt my measurements will be the same.” She did a small celebratory dance, looking to me with a grin, before hopping off the scales.

Sure enough, I was writing the exact same numbers down under Roxy’s name in the journal, which just left my space blank on the right.

“Come on then, Baby Belle,” Roxana patted my shoulder, “Let’s see if you’ve been sneaking some snacks in, huh?”

“Hey, that only happened once!” I protested as I removed my own clothes, “I had some bad cravings, okay? Besides, you soon made me regret it.”

Roxana chuckled, “Hey, if you’re gonna spend money on food then you can’t go wasting it. You were gonna throw half of it in the bin!”

I decided not to reply, simply huffing. After Roxana had come home early from work to catch me with a takeaway pizza, she had lectured me. But then when I was too full to finish it, she wouldn’t let me get up until I had finished it all.  I assumed the tummy ache after was meant to put me off ever repeating such a stunt, but I enjoyed it – we had good sex that night, especially when she teased me about ‘looking heavy’. I have weird turn-ons, okay?

“Hm!” Roxana made a surprised noise as the scales finished their judgement of me, “A pound heavier, huh? Is it muscle?” She squeezed my upper arms, causing me to shy away at her cool touch, before then poking my side, “Or was it that box of chocolates your mum gave you last week? Huh?”

“Maybe I finally got taller.” I said stubbornly, folding my arms under my chest to cover my definitely just as slim stomach, “Ever consider that?”  She just laughed. Meanwhile, I sighed as I wrote down my new numbers – even though it was only an extra pound, drawing the 8 gave me a sense of butterflies.

I had no doubt the pound would vanish again next week, both of our weights were very stable, only fluctuating mildly. The heaviest I had been was when I first met Roxana at eighteen, where I had weighed around 125 pounds – technically a perfectly healthy weight, but that seemed huge to me now. I wondered when my mind had adjusted to seeing ‘underweight’ as a positive, a thought which troubled me if I held it too long.

Live your own life, treat your body how you want to treat it.

What had Autumn meant? More to the point, why did I care?!

***

“You seem down, everything okay?” Roxana questioned a while later as we were snuggled on the sofa with a glass of wine, watching some trash TV which currently consisted of a blonde model with fake tits crying about her boyfriend of three days breaking her heart.

“I think so.” I replied after a moment’s thought, keeping my eyes on the TV rather than my girlfriend.

“You think so?” Roxana frowned, sitting herself up slightly, “What does that mean?”

I took a gulp of wine, “What if it wasn’t muscle?”

“Huh?”

“That extra pound,” I elaborated, grabbing the controller, and pausing the TV as I turned to face Roxana, “What if it was…” I seemed to struggle with the next word, “Well, fat?”

Roxana seemed taken aback by the question, lost for words for a moment.  She frowned, following my example by taking a large gulp of her own wine, separating from me entirely so we could face each other properly, “Hun, you are the definition of skinny. You could have an extra twenty pounds of… fat, and you would still be healthy.”

“Would you find me less attractive?” I asked, a hint of vulnerability in my voice – I could hear it myself.

“Babe!” Roxana scooped her arms back around me, pulling me close to her and running her fingers through my light hair, “This is why I regularly check to make sure you know I’m joking… I’ll stop teasing you, I’m sorry! No way at all am I being serious with what I say, I thought you liked being teased. I thought it was, well, a turn-on you know?”

“I-It is!” I stammered quickly, burying my face into her collarbone to hide my blush, “I dunno why, but it is, and I don’t want you to stop!  I’ve just been thinking more about… well, what if I actually was?”

“What, twenty pounds heavier?”

“Ten… twenty… a hundred….” I wondered what that would even look like on me? 208 pounds sounded a hell of a lot more than 108. I knew I would never let myself get so big anyway, but what if I somehow did? What if I had some serious illness that caused it? Or I broke both my legs and was wheelchair bound for ages? Or it just… happened?!

Roxana had been ready to retort after I had mentioned twenty, but my last suggestion seemed to have thrown her a bit. Rather than instantly jumping to reassure me, I could tell she was having to think about that one.  “Well… I mean, I love you for you, baby b—uh, Belle-“

“Honestly, Baby Belle is fine. I like it.”

“Um, right.” She continued quickly, “I love you for you, Baby Belle, not for your appearance. But… physical attraction still matters, you know?  I mean, if I was… I dunno, three hundred pounds when you first saw me, would you have approached me to be your study partner?”

That was a good point, and Roxana had quickly turned it back on me. Would I have approached her? I was certainly a lot more relaxed about weight than my girlfriend was, and although I had literally never thought about it before, the question of whether I would still find Roxana attractive in that scenario was an instant ‘yes’ in my mind.

“I… don’t know.” I answered, hiding my thoughts, looking up into her sharp-featured face, into her dark brown eyes, “I think so?  Like, it wasn’t you being skinny that drew me towards you. It was your confidence, the sparkle in your eyes, the smile when you laughed.”

“Well, same with me.” Roxana countered, “You weren’t fat, but you were quite a bit heavier when I met you than you are now. So it’s not like I only find you attractive skinny, else we never would have got together. What’s brought this on?”

I bit my lip, sighing slightly, “I don’t know, I’ve just been thinking a lot. I love working out with you, but I just wonder if there’s ever a time where I just… I dunno, don’t want to, would that be an issue?”

“Well-“

“Or if I want some chicken,” I continue, another mouthful of wine trickling down my throat, to my stomach, to my bloodstream, “Or I want a sub rather than a salad… or-or I want to order a pizza. Would that be an issue?”

“Alright, alright,” Roxana raised her hands in surrender, “Give me chance to answer! This has come out of nowhere, Belle, let me get my thoughts together.” Seeing my face fall, she smiled weakly, “Look, the answer to your original question is what I already said – I love you, the inside Belle. I also really love the outside Belle. Would I keep you small, skinny and sexy forever if I could? I’d be lying if I said no, just like you would with me-“

“I’d still find you attractive.” I replied quickly.

“What?” Roxana scoffed, “Yeah sure, me with a big ol’ belly covering my thighs and six chins and a butt so big I get stuck in chairs… yes, you’ll be throwing yourself at me and ripping my mammoth sized clothes off me.”

I giggled at the description, “I’m serious! I still would have approached you if you had been fat back in college, but would I have found you attractive? I don’t know. We didn’t have the emotional connection we do now.  But now… I am in love with you, all of you. I found you hot then, but now I find you sexy as hell. Not because you’ve got more fit and toned, but because I love you.”

“Huh.” Roxana mused, averting her gaze, “Well, I guess you’re a better person than I am.”

“So it would change things?” I asked, slightly crestfallen.

“Is there something you’re not telling me?!” Roxana suddenly questioned, a frown on her face, “God, you’re not suddenly one of those fat fetishists are you? I know I technically… fed you once, but that wasn’t a-“”

“No, no!” I quickly protested, unable to hide my ruby-red cheeks this time at the memory of her forcing the last slice of pizza into my mouth, “Geez, Roxy, no! But I guess the thought of never being able to just relax when it comes to exercise and food, it’s… well, it’s a little intense.”

“But why didn’t you mention it sooner?” She pressed, “It’s been like this for a couple of years, now! I thought going to the gym was our thing, and it’s not like I’m controlling what you eat or anything…” She broke off, a worried expression crossing her face, “…Am I? I’m… I’m not trying to or anything, I’m just trying to help-“

“Rox, it’s okay.” I quickly reassure, placing a hand to her cheek, “I don’t know why I thought about it, I guess your comments about Autumn earlier just—”

“Autumn? Who’s Autumn?” Roxana frowned.

Ah shit.

“The… girl in Sub House.” I replied with a grimace, suddenly feeling nervous, “She told me her name after returning my napkin.” An awkward silence fell, and Roxana moved her face away from my hand, separating contact between us. I very quickly regretted bringing anything up as I wondered what would happen now.

“…Do you find her hotter than me?”

What?!

“No! Of course not!”

“Then what’s all this talk about weight and shit?!” Roxana exclaimed, drawing her knees close to her chest, sounding both angry and sad at the same time, “Would you rather I be… curvy like she is?”

“N-No! You’re perfect as you are!”

“Well then, do you want to be curvy like she is?”

“I…” I stammered, breaking off, gobsmacked at how this conversation had just gone. Why was I hesitating now?! At that question of all?! “No. No… I don’t even know her, I barely even looked at her! Just… well, I’ve never heard you use the words ‘tubby’ or ‘pig’ to describe somebody before – seriously, at least. You’re usually much more supportive and kind when it comes to someone’s body, and I started thinking alongside with how you tease me, whether it is just teasing or if there’s also a hidden truth behind it?”

Roxana gave a long, deep sigh, now resting her chin upon her knees, staring at the paused TV, still frozen on the crying blonde.  The silence was thick between us, seeming pregnant and full of unspoken words, both of us clearly bursting to say things but not knowing how to.

“…Fine.” Roxana finally said in a defeated tone, “I would find you less attractive if you were a hundred pounds heavier. I just don’t like fat, okay? It’s gross, and it represents laziness which is my least favourite attribute someone can be.” Even though none of that applied to me, the words stung me. Sensing this, she continued hurriedly, “But it’ll never happen! You love exercising, you have a small appetite and you care about your health!  Ten, twenty, even thirty pounds will be fine – if that happened for whatever reason. If it started going above that, then I’d just help you bring it back down again. There’s nothing to worry about!”

I managed a small smile, her words not reassuring me at all. She was right that I would never become fat – I mean, how could I with Roxana to help me avoid bad choices? But this still unsettled me, and an unwelcomed thought that maybe the fit athlete next to me maybe wasn’t as perfect and open-minded as I believed.

If you ever want a chat, give me a call!

I didn’t have many friends, and every issue I ever had I felt comfortable to talk to Roxana about.  Now, for the first time in four years, something poked me to text the weird freckled girl from the Sub House who had - out of the blue - offered to listen to my thoughts. Offered for me to call her.

Maybe I should.

[lsactt]

Chapter 3

Your Sub House Friend
Autumn
xxxxx

The flat was very quiet without Roxana here, it was an incredibly rare occurrence. I could probably count on one hand the number of times I had been in here by myself. It was strange, and rather overwhelming – like there were so many things I could do in this free time, but so many things that deciding just one thing was impossible. Roxana had gone to the gym without me, for the first time in literal years. I didn’t know what to think about that, really – it was great to have a day off, but was she really letting me off to be nice or was she angry at me? Or was she making a point? A huge part of me wanted to call a taxi and go after her – she would be thrilled, and it would be a great moment.

But… no. I didn’t want to go today, and yes it probably was because of our conversation yesterday. Had I expected her to accept it so readily? Not at all, I had a whole speech prepped for what I thought would be a certain rejection. Instead, I’d been left with my mouth open like a fish as she’d smiled at me and just said ‘Okay, I’ll see you soon.’

Rather than putting my favourite film on, or blasting some music, or even playing a video game… I was sat on the bed, an unsent text on my screen to an unsaved number. Autumn’s number.

Hi

A very meaningful text, I know. Taking a deep breath, I hit send and off it went, along with any chance of me escaping whatever fate I just set myself up for. Was this wrong? Was it going behind Roxana’s back? Surely not… I was just texting a… complete stranger. With the potential to be a friend. Maybe?

Hey there, Baby Belle.

How did she know it was me?! What the hell?! A mixed feeling filled me on seeing the nickname being said by somebody who wasn’t Roxana. I double checked the number, making sure I hadn’t accidentally texted my girlfriend. Nope, the numbers matched the napkin perfectly. Unless Roxana had found the napkin and replaced it with an identical message but with her number, then Autumn was clearly psychic. Or… just hadn’t given her number to anybody else and made a logical guess. But it wouldn’t surprise me if she was psychic.

Is this the awkward moment where you tell me you’re not Belle and I’ve weirded out a stranger?

I couldn’t help but grin with amusement as Autumn texted again, helping to diminish the slight aura of mystery and perfection about her. Feeling more confident, I quickly sent a text back.

You are texting a stranger, though.

I’m a future friend, though.

Are you? …Though?

Yes, though.

I laughed nervously, lying back onto the bed, phone held high above my face. It had so far been a conversation of nothing, but that small exchange had been very quick-paced, and I knew Autumn was at the other side of the phone, watching keenly for my reply – just like I was. Before I could reply, however, another text pinged through from Autumn.

So… fancy some chicken? Your girlfriend is welcome, too.

Even though there was nobody to hear, I could feel my cheeks flush as my stomach growled. I suddenly felt hungry. I glanced up at the time at the top of my phone, it was only 10:20am. It had only been a couple of hours since breakfast, which was my normal protein cereal of course… I didn’t usually feel hungry again until lunchtime, that’s what my body was used to. Three small meals a day. Why did I suddenly feel empty so early?

I still had over two hours before I could expect Roxana home. Why was I even considering this?! Part of me reassured myself that I was allowed to have friends, but if that was the case, why wait until Roxy was gone to do this?

My tummy gurgled again, and I found myself typing a response.

She’s at the gym. And apparently I really want chicken.

My throat was dry, my heart-raced increased. I flicked onto my conversation with Roxana, checking her last activity time. Seventeen minutes ago, probably about the time she arrived at the gym based on when she left the flat. Or maybe she decided she didn’t want to go without me after all, and that was when she got back into the car to come home?!

Don’t be silly, Belle. Even if she came home, I could just say I was out for a walk.

I can hear your stomach from here – the chicken shop by the Sub House?

Oh crap. I couldn’t go to the same leisure park that Roxana was at, we’d be bound to be seen! And that would be way too awkward – firstly for being seen with Autumn, and second to be seen shoveling fried chicken into my stomach. Well, a single piece, I’d never have more than that even when I did rarely have it.

Um… can we go to a different one? Maybe the one in the town centre? I can walk there and Roxy has the car.

I wasn’t lying, I wouldn’t have to get a taxi at least.

Anywhere you want, friend!  Grab us a table, I’ll be there in about ten mins. ❤️

I clutched my phone tightly, unable to keep the smile off my face. The smile dropped when I looked down at myself, still in my pyjamas.  I jumped to my feet, observing my messy hair in the floor standing mirror with a grimace, before my eyes lowered to my pale stomach on show under my Cinderella themed cropped pyjama top. As usual, my belly sunk in slightly beneath my ribcage, of which was slightly visible through my skin. A fleeting thought of regret crossed my mind, a pang of fear that didn’t feel natural about what I would soon be putting into it.

But, I realised, that fear was entirely based on what Roxana would think later if I appeared slightly bloated, or saw my receipt, or tasted it on my lips.  I tugged the top off, followed by my short shorts that covered a quarter of my thighs.  Soon, I was dressed in a not-too-casual not-too-formal (smart casual? I guess so) outfit of a white cropped racer style vest that stopped just above my belly button, and canary yellow high-waisted trousers. 

After brushing my hair to leave it naturally wavy, I looked in the mirror once more with a smile – much better. My outfit left an inch of my slim stomach revealed, a feature of most of my outfits in the warmer months. It made me feel sexy, and I loved seeing other girls with part of their stomach on show too, regardless of their size. If Roxana ever asked me what I wanted her to wear (such as on my birthday), you can guarantee at least part of her toned stomach would be on show.

I sprayed myself with perfume, before heading towards the door. I briefly considered applying make-up, but I didn’t often wear it – Roxana often reassured me I was naturally beautiful and shouldn’t wear that stuff on my skin.  She didn’t either.

***

A few minutes later, I had left our flat and headed the short walk into town. It was a lovely, hot day – it hadn’t rained for two or three weeks now, and the air was quite humid, the sun warm and little breeze in the air. I could feel a few droplets of sweat on my forehead, but nothing that would bother me.

Soon, I slipped easily into a bright red leather seat, comfy and bouncy beneath me. I drummed my fingers nervously on the white table, looking around for any signs of my… future friend.

Only a couple of minutes passed, before I flinched as a hand touched my shoulder. My head snapped up, and there she was. The strange, freckled girl from the Sub House called Autumn. Her hair was the same as the other day, tied up but with two long curls framing her face and gently resting against her shoulder.

Rather than the summery yellow dress she wore before, she now wore a light pink top, quite figure-hugging at the waist and hung off her shoulders.

“You scared me!” I chuckled nervously.

“Sorry, didn’t mean to.” Autumn replied in the same soft tone I remembered, adjusting her glasses slightly as she dropped her shoulder bag into the empty seat opposite. She moved to the other side of the table, before pausing and addressing me again, “Do you mind if I sit?”

She had stopped in a perfect position for me to fully look at her for the first time – I wondered if she stopped there deliberately, as she seemed to be watching me study her. I couldn’t help it though; this girl had been on my mind nearly non-stop since our first encounter. Her rather soft face and striking hair I remembered vividly, but I had no idea what she looked like… well, beneath her neck.

I had been right that she was definitely less athletic in shape than Roxana and me, but for Roxana to call her tubby was certainly harsh.  She had an apple shape, her upper half more attention-grabbing, particularly in the tight top she wore.  Her boobs were a bit bigger than Roxana’s, her cleavage just showing above the neckline. They were probably closer to a D cup, and they appeared perky but round. She wore dark blue jeans that hugged her thighs and calves, both of which were quite shapely and attractive even without a thigh gap.

But her feature that drew my attention most was her tummy, and I wondered if Autumn was aware that her outfit choice (or more, her sizing choice as opposed to style) was probably a bit small for her, as it showed every curve. Not in an unattractive way, but in an attention-grabbing way. A confident way.

“O-Of course!” I stammered, and I mentally berated myself. I felt as if I was on a first date, and with all the guilt already swimming in my mind, I really needed that thought to disappear and fast. This was looking for a friendship. Nothing more.

Autumn smiled, dimples showing again.  As she moved to sit in the booth seat opposite, I watched as her top creased over her belly as she leant slightly.  I watched with some awe as the pink material pulled up from her jeans at her waist, where a slight love handle was visible. The skin looked soft and inviting, and a shiver went up my spine as I imagined holding onto that softness whilst making out. With Roxana, of course. There wasn’t much of her to grab. There didn’t need to be!

Panic flooded as I realised I’d been staring, and beyond it being embarrassing in general to stare, I really didn’t want Autumn to be humiliated, or think I was looking negatively, or that I thought she was fat. She wasn’t fat, really – she probably bordered in the overweight range in technical terms, my estimate that she weighed around 160 pounds. All my time spent with Roxana and the gym made me quite good at guessing people’s weights and shapes.

“Problems of a hot day.” Autumn commented matter-of-factly, not seeming phased by my staring as she pulled her top down, the soft roll of fat disappearing from my view, “Already clingy clothes cling more because of sweat, haha.”

“Hah...” I gave a short chuckle back, still sounding stupidly nervous, “Sorry, I wasn’t trying to stare.”

“It’s okay.” She replied calmly, grey eyes seeming to stare past my eyes and into my soul, it felt like, “But I get the feeling you’re on a time limit, so how about I go and order?”

“Huh?” I blinked, confused, wondering if she was implying what I thought. I quickly said, “I haven’t got any cash on me, but I can do bank tra—”

“Belle…” Autumn quietly interrupted, chuckling again and smiling cutely towards me. I mean, just smiling. Cute didn’t need to enter my mind! Damn it, Belle… “You know I’m offering to pay.”

I shrunk slightly into the chair, “Sorry… um, you really don’t need to, though! I’m fine to pay, after all I don’t often spend money on food so it’s not like I’m low haha…”

“I figured as much.” Autumn replied, raising her eyebrows, “But I’m not trying to give charity. I like paying for meals, I’m a bit of a foodie after all and it becomes part of the enjoyment of spending time with people.” She drops her tone to a softer, almost concerned one, “Also, please forgive me if I’m speaking out of turn, but maybe this avoiding your bank account statement might be easier for you?”

I froze, my mind racing back to the napkin message and the thoughts I had regarding what she had implied. A sense of resentment built again, and for a moment I questioned why I was even giving this girl the time of day. She didn’t know Roxana; she didn’t know how kind and generous she was.

Sensing the rising hostility, Autumn quickly raised her hands with an apologetic smile, “I’m sorry, I wasn’t trying to be rude. Regardless of that, please – I insist.”

I exhaled, giving a slight nod of consent to the offer. I didn’t say anything, but reluctantly I knew that if there was no trace of this… meal out with Autumn, or me having this food, it would make things much easier at home trying to hide this from Roxana. I felt disgusting even thinking that, starting to wish I hadn’t come.

“Hey, just relax, okay?” Autumn reached over, patting my hand. I quickly snatched it back, looking to her with shock. She grimaced, “Damn it… I’m sorry, Belle, I’m really not trying to make anything awkward or overstep any boundaries. I’m new here, and I’m just trying to make friends. Nothing more. I’ll go and get our lunch – or maybe breakfast is more applicable.” She paused, “Second breakfast? I do eat like a hobbit sometimes. Anyway, I’ll be back soon, and then I’d love to get to know more about you, okay?”

Before I could find what to say, the girl was up, and my eyes were this time drawn to her butt – although not as impressive as the girl’s chest, her ass was still full and attractive. More eye-catching though, was the roll of fat from her muffin top and the very top of her cheeks, that she quickly pulled the band of her jeans over. There was a slight wobble to her behind as the band snapped back to her skin, and I swallowed, shifting in my seat. I wished whatever discomfort was stirring in my stomach away. Autumn didn’t look back, but by the way she paused, I could tell she knew I had been looking. Great.

Autumn was already long gone by the time I realised she hadn’t even asked what I wanted, and I started to rise to my feet to go and find her, before seeing that her shoulder bag was still in the booth opposite. I didn’t want to risk her getting it stolen, and it felt very awkward to be grabbing a stranger’s bag and deserting our table.

Hey, forgot to give you my order. Could I just have one piece of chicken, a regular fries and a lemonade please? Thank you x

The message sent, and I didn’t hear a noise from her bag so that hopefully meant she had her phone on her. The minutes passed, with no response, and I waited anxiously. Maybe I should just bite the bullet, grab her bag, and go find her. I’m not sure why I felt so anxious – maybe I worried someone that knew us would see me, or maybe moving more just made this feel more… real.

I slumped back into my seat, hoping Autumn didn’t go overboard with what she ordered for me. She knew I wanted chicken, so surely, she wouldn’t get any of the crazier options and would play safe. And she knew how skinny I was, and that I went to the gym, so she wouldn’t go overboard either, right?

More time passed. I frowned slightly as I saw a boy and girl – a couple – walk out. They had passed me after Autumn had gone and were now leaving already. Granted, they only had a drink each and some fries, but still… what was taking Autumn so long?

I took a moment to review what I was feeling, if that was even possible. My heartrate was higher than normal, I felt anxious as hell, and it was only that anxiety of moving that stopped me from running out of the door right now. It’s not that I wanted to get away from Autumn – it’d be a hell of a lot easier if I did – but this entire scenario was so not… me.

I never lied to Roxana – I never snuck around, that time with the pizza excluded. I never wanted to hide anything from her, I never needed to. The blissful dynamic between us seemed to have shifted slightly in the last forty-eight hours since we were at the gym and I encountered Autumn. Now, I had raised issues I didn’t even know I had to her. Now, I realised said issues bothered me quite a bit, yet I had somehow been oblivious to them.

Now, what I thought was my favourite hobby was something I’m not even sure I ever enjoyed. Maybe I’d feel differently tomorrow, maybe I’d feel differently after eating this salty, greasy food… Maybe I’ll look forward to working out with Roxana again. Maybe I’d just want to eat salad for the rest of my life and forget the taste of salt or sugar.

Unlikely, but it would be easier if I did.

And then there was Autumn, and my heart thumped harder at even the thought of her. It felt like I had a crush. I could deny that thought as much as I wanted, but it’s the only feeling I could relate it to. And it sickened me that I was even considering that feeling – how could I consider that feeling?

It was just the excitement of meeting someone new, the thrill of being handed a secret napkin message and a secret. Autumn was cute, sure… okay, she was hot. I’ve always found chubbier girls cute in an endearing way but never hot, however with Autumn, the curve of her tummy... her round breasts, her soft ass… okay, get a grip, Belle.

Finally, I saw her heading back towards our table carrying a tray, smiling warmly towards me. My heart fluttered.  She placed the tray on the table, and my heart stopped. Not literally.

“Sorry, I wasn’t sure what you wanted.” She said apologetically, and my heart sank as I realised she had either not seen - or ignored my text, “I hope you don’t mind I got us a bucket to share, you can have as much of it as you want – or all of it, but I’d be very impressed if you managed that.” She smirked at me, and I blushed.

‘All of it’ was a bucket of chicken pieces, a mixture of breasts, legs and thighs. As I looked into it and began counting with my eyes, my hopes it was at least a six-piece bucket was crushed as I counted seven. Ten pieces. I mean, Autumn was significantly bigger than me, but I was certain that she couldn’t manage eight, let alone nine, pieces by herself.

Or all of it.

Those words stuck with me, a warm thrill in the pit of my stomach. Almost as if my stomach was whispering into my ear: ‘That sounds like a challenge… treat yourself.’  I reached into the bucket, aware of Autumn’s grey eyes fixed on my every movement, and grabbed a first piece. The thigh was hot, greasy and covered in salt – my tummy growled again.  The second was a leg. The third was a breast. Variety was good, right? All of it was of course an impossible ask, I was confident it literally wouldn't fit in my small stomach.

“Good girl.” My stomach laughed at me. Wait, that wasn’t my stomach, that was Autumn.  I stared at her in shock, my cheeks red as I processed those words. She smiled, dimply cheeks and all, and elaborated, “Sorry if that’s weird to say, I enjoy watching people eat. And I could sense your heartbreak when you were restricted to a salad the other day – your face literally fell. So… I like that I’m making you happy.”

I have no idea what I was thinking as my heart hammered against my chest so hard I was convinced Autumn could hear it.

‘She wants you to. Grab a fourth.’ That time it was my tummy, and almost as if it was against my own will, my shaking hand reached into the bucket to grab another thigh. Avoiding the girl opposite’s eyes, I glanced down at my very full plate, my perfectly flat stomach just in my peripheral vision. I slowly looked up then, my blue eyes wide, to see Autumn's reaction. My actions seemed to have disarmed her, as she looked a bit anxious herself now, not knowing what to say about my... was there really any word for it except gluttony? But her shocked face turned into a smile, almost seeing eager.  This fueled me more, as if I was in a trance. Every inch of me urged me to fill my belly with as much chicken as I could, deprived of anything even tasty for so long. And that thought, that urge... it felt uncontrollable. It felt... hot.

What was I doing?

It really had been a crazy couple of days. I had a feeling that this ‘outing’ with Autumn was going to make things even crazier as I - almost ravenously - tore into the first chicken thigh. Grease dripped down my chin as it burst from the succulent, battered meat. It was salty, delicious, and I swear I could taste the calories as I swallowed the first chunk of fried chicken. I felt it slide down my throat, before landing into my empty stomach. Soon, it wouldn't be, and that thought was exciting.

A/N: Well I'm enjoying writing this so far, I hope it's all written okay. I'm trying to make both Roxana and Autumn 'wrong' at this stage, so hopefully that comes across a bit. Roxana is a little too controlling, insecure and judgemental. Autumn a little bit too forward, crossing the line, deliberately (cause of course it was) ignoring Belle's text. I can't tell whether this ending scene came about too fast, too slow or just fine. But it's not going to be a story that now just jumps to Belle being fat! But hopefully the scene was enough to grab your interest for a while. Hope you like it  

[berserker1]

This is one of the most promising stories I've come across in a long time. Normally I don't care much for fetish stories with such a slow pace, (chapter 3 and still no weight gain); however, this story is so well written and you have been able to define the personality of the trio of protagonists so well that I am completely hooked. The three protagonists feel very real and that's very rare in this type of stories where clichés and prototypical characters abound.

I don't know how the story will continue, who knows if I'll be disappointed later (I think not), but for now, you have my full attention. Congratulations on a masterful start. 👏👏👏

[lsactt]

1 minute ago, berserker1 said:

This is one of the most promising stories I've come across in a long time. Normally I don't care much for fetish stories with such a slow pace, (chapter 3 and still no weight gain); however, this story is so well written and you have been able to define the personality of the trio of protagonists so well that I am completely hooked. The three protagonists feel very real and that's very rare in this type of stories where clichés and prototypical characters abound.

I don't know how the story will continue, who knows if I'll be disappointed later (I think not), but for now, you have my full attention. Congratulations on a masterful start. 👏👏👏

Oh wow, thank you so much! That means a hell of a lot. I appreciate your comment on the pace, but I'm glad it's not been so slow to lose your interest. As you may be able to tell from the ending of Ch 3, Ch 4 will pick up the pace a bit.  My intention is for nearly every (if not every) chapter now to have fetish related content, but I felt the first two chapters were important to not only establish the characters, but also establish the starting point for Belle's physical journey.

Thanks again, your comment has made my day  

[lsactt]

Chapter 4

The next few moments were a blur as my teeth worked overtime, and although I didn’t realise it at the time, I tuned out from the whole world around me. People passing by must’ve thought I hadn’t eaten for weeks, or otherwise wondered how the hell I was so skinny.  Roxana would’ve probably dumped me on the spot. It seemed only seconds before the first chicken thigh was reduced to the bone, the thick, greasy meat that had previously surrounded it now in my stomach – the exceptions being the bits of grease I could now feel on my lips and cheek.  I looked apprehensively up towards Autumn, who had yet to even take any chicken for herself.

The slightly older girl’s attention was focused on me, and something about the way she was looking at me fuelled me to continue. I wanted to impress her. Wait, why would stuffing myself silly impress her? Why did that instinct that it would even come naturally to my mind? As I dropped the bone onto the plate, looking at my greasy hands, I was confused. Grrrrowwwl. I barely heard Autumn giggle at my tummy’s complaining, still roaring with hunger. Every time before, I felt icky and stuffed after just one piece. Roxana would be telling me I’d had enough; I didn’t need any more. My mind believed it. My stomach believed it.

“That doesn’t sound like a full stomach noise.” Autumn said quietly, smiling towards me, gesturing towards the remaining three pieces, “Go ahead, don’t be shy.” I stared at her, vaguely aware I literally hadn’t spoken a word since before Autumn had gone to order, even with so many thoughts running around my head. Yet it still felt like we were having an unspoken conversation, and Autumn clearly thought I was responding enough. I hesitantly reached towards the chicken breast, holding back – I didn’t know why.

“That’s it, you can have another.” As if unlocking a barrier, Autumn’s encouragement led me to grab the breast, tearing into it just as eagerly as the first one. My mind flashed back to eating the salad at the Sub House, the lettuce crunching in my mouth and giving me zero satisfaction. Now, every mouthful was delicious, succulent, and unhealthy. I moved faster, an audible groan of pleasure escaping my lips.

This couldn’t really be happening.

By the time the second set of cleaned bones hit the plate, I was beginning to feel full.  I looked done, and although it may have been my imagination, it looked like my stomach was starting to bloat. The slither of skin seemed to be wider, pressing against my tight jeans. In reality, it was nothing, but for me I felt huge. It was exciting.

“Phew…” I sighed, shifting slightly, my hand on my stomach, which felt firmer than normal. I had only eaten two pieces of chicken, what I knew was a very common meal purchased in this restaurant by any normal person. But for me? I’d probably just had more calories than I’d normally eat in several days.

“You okay?” Autumn asked from across me, seeming slightly flustered which was unusual. The few interactions I’d had with her, she seemed cool and collected. “You look happy when you eat, it’s nice to see.”

“I probably look gross.” I chuckled nervously, picking at the chips.

“Far from it.” Autumn countered, shaking her head, “Compared to salad Belle, fried chicken Belle is a much more blissful person to watch.”

“I can’t say anybody has ever complimented my… eating face before.” I laughed.

“I’m not most people.” Autumn grinned, before reaching over and nudging the plate closer, “Are you going to have another?” She asked, looking into my eyes once more. I swear she was able to hypnotise me.

“…Do you want me to?” I asked quietly.

“Do you want to?” Autumn countered calmly.

“…Yes.”

“Then enjoy it.” She grabbed the chicken leg from my half-empty plate, handing it towards me. I removed my hand from my stomach, who now seemed content enough to stop growling at me, and took it. I ate it less eagerly this time, it taking significantly longer than the first two. I kept my eyes on Autumn this time, and I could tell she was enjoying it as much as I was (for some reason).

She was leant forward, her cleavage more pronounced to my eyes, her stomach split into two squishy rolls as it folded over her waistband. Her grey eyes followed the chicken to my lips, watching my jaw move up-and-down as I chewed the soft meat, watching as I swallowed, following the food down my throat as if she could see through my skin, settling her eyes on my stomach. The attention made me feel good, as opposed to feeling like I was committing a crime any other time someone saw me eating.

I hadn’t realised my eating had sped up as I got lost in my acquaintance’s eager stares, and somehow chicken piece number three was now gone, to be digested and probably undo all my time at the gym so far this week. At the moment, that thought excited me. More of the chips followed into my mouth, lazily chewed, and swallowed to join the chicken.

Now I was feeling it, leaning back in the seat. Now it definitely wasn’t imagination, what before had been a slither of maybe an inch, there was now a gap of close to two inches between my white shirt (which now had a slight grease stain, I’d worry about that later) and my yellow trousers, the button of which was now digging uncomfortably into the flesh beneath my navel. I could tell red imprints were forming, of which I hadn’t experienced for a very long time.

“Is somebody getting full?” Autumn asked in a playful tone, her words drawing me in straight away like helpless prey, “I have to say, I didn’t expect such a small thing to eat three pieces in such a short time.”

“…I feel fat.” I mumbled, my hand rubbing in circles over my bloated belly. It felt round and huge, but realistically it was barely any bigger – nobody would even notice unless they looked closely or had seen how small I was before. Anxiety began to niggle at me over how I could possibly hide this… ball from Roxana later. As much anxiety that grew was twinned by curiosity, excitement perhaps over what she would say to me.

“And what does that mean to you?” Autumn asked, seeming to return to her calm and mysterious self, “You’re not, though. Would take a lot more than three tiny pieces of chicken to do that.”

Three tiny pieces? I stared at her, succumbing to her less-than-subtle challenge immediately. I had come this far, right?  I groaned, leaning forward before wincing. It was no use, there was no way to be comfortable with this button digging in. I saw a brief flash of eagerness cross Autumn’s face, the girl straightening and looking towards my stomach. I tried to push the butterflies away, but by now there was no point. I’d committed to… whatever this was ages ago, I felt so out-of-control of myself and my feelings right now, that it scared me slightly as to whether I’d ever get the control back. That was later’s problem. For now, I clumsily tried to get a grip of the waistband on my trousers, but it was difficult to get any give considering how tight against my stomach they were. Wincing, I eventually managed to twist the button through the whole, and my belly shifted forward slightly with her new freedom. Whilst the relief I felt was incredible, the visible reaction to releasing her was miniscule, and probably not very impressive.

Every chew was effort this time, requiring my full focus as my breaths grew heavier. Halfway through this last thigh, which happened to be a damn big thigh, I shook my head and lowered it to the plate in defeat. I winced, and quickly looked away with a hand to my mouth, trying my best to stifle a burp.

“Aw, there’s barely any left.” Autumn pouted, looking very cute, “Can’t you have that last little bit?” I shook my head wearily. I felt like I’d already done irreversible damage, as if I was going to wake up tomorrow at double my weight. I had Roxana's reaction to deal with, I needed to actually get back to Roxana without my belly exploding, and I felt like I'd just humiliated and made a pig out of myself in front of this girl who actually had potential to be a friend. She seemed pretty fine with whatever the hell was happening, but a huge part of me questioned how she possibly could be?! "...Do you want any help?" Autumn asked so quietly that I barely heard it, sounding a bit anxious all of a sudden, but also a hint of hope in her tone. Help? What on earth did she mean? Did she mean eating the rest of it? If so, she could be my guest.

"Sure." I groaned in reply, causing Autumn's face to light up before falling again as I pushed the plate towards her. I frowned, "What? Isn't that what you meant?"

She laughed lightly, shaking her head, "There's plenty in the bucket for me. I mean do you want any help?"

"...Such as?"

Autumn eyed me cautiously, seeming to debate something, before shaking her head, "No, nothing. Ignore me. You've done really well, well done!"

Being praised for pigging out?! I could think of worse things, but the whole situation was just… odd. I couldn't help but smile, couldn't help but feel proud. I couldn't tell you why overeating would make anybody proud unless it was for some kind of prize in a restaurant food challenge, but I did. Maybe it was because I made my own choice for once, stopped being a coward, forged my own path or whatever. I don't know.

But I felt good - really good. Even though my tummy ached, just as much as the pizza incident, the feeling of being full was exciting. I tried to suck my stomach in to return it to normal size, but there was barely any movement. There was still nearly twice as much skin on show as when it was empty, even more when I shifted and the two flaps of my waistband separated to reveal my navel, the smooth flesh beneath and part of my pastel pink panties. I wasn't aware of that specific part - probably a good thing, I was already incredibly embarrassed when thinking back to this moment.

"I had so much fun watching you, I almost forgot that I'm hungry as well!" Autumn giggled, reaching into the bag herself now, "I feel like I've talked a lot more than you, so whilst I eat, why don't you tell me about yourself? How did you and your girlfriend meet? Do you have a job? What are your hobbies?"

Soon we finally had the conversation that I had foreseen dominating this late morning meal, totally different to what actually happened. I told her of how Roxana and I met in college, how we were both taking food nutrition in college - Roxana with the idea of being a nutritionist, myself with the idea of being a chef. Roxana had been much more successful with her dream than I had - she worked for a new start-up company that acted both as personal trainers and dieticians, and she loved it. No surprise there, really.

Myself? I had already selected my subject before meeting Roxana, and by the end of it and having dated her through college, the idea of being a chef didn't interest me as much. After all, in most cases I would be cooking cheap, unhealthy food that would do the customer no benefit to their bodies. Why would I want to do that? The country is already suffering with an obesity crisis, and more bright young people should be looking to help fix it rather than aid in the fattening of more people. It made sense at the time, and so I ended up just working in an office - which also didn't best please Roxana, who advised me on how often I should stretch my legs and incorporated a lunchtime 'wellbeing' jog into my routine. In her defence, it had worked. Whilst the other girls in the office had become a little more 'plush' in the sedentary job, I'd kept and even improved my figure - in a health point of view, anyway.

I kept the details of my career brief, just saying I hadn't yet found a way into cooking, and was content where I was right now.

"What do you do?" I asked politely, but also curiously. I predicted something related to psychology - she had that kind of presence that could read you and know your entire life story from four words.

"I'm not sure you'd believe me." She chuckled, grinning at me.

"Try me." I perked my eyebrows, waiting curiously.

"I run a restaurant." She replied, watching me intently for my reaction as she finished her second piece of chicken. She was more dainty with her bites then I believe I was, and left very little mess around her mouth, hands or clothes than I did.

"No way, really?!" I gasped, before laughing, "That's such a coincidence. What kind of restaurant?"

"Nothing too fancy." Autumn replied, before placing three chips into her mouth, "Kind of mid slash upmarket, typical pub food. But I make sure everything is good quality, but also try not to break people's bank accounts. One of my chefs is really good, but I know he's looking to retire soon." She took a sip of her cola, watching me intently, clearly waiting for something.

I knew instantly what she was implying, and the idea was straight away overwhelming. Part of me leapt for joy at such a potential entryway into my dream, and part of me filled with terror at the obvious hurdles that would cause with my relationship. Working for somebody who not only did Roxana already have a negative first impression on, somebody I had literally gone on practically a date with behind her back, and for a job that in her view aided the obesity crisis, probably leading to me developing a 'chef' build myself… there was no way I could see that materialising. But how did I portray that to Autumn without giving her a negative view of Roxy?

"It sucks you're losing someone talented." I eventually reply, looking at my plate instead and fiddling with the remaining bits of chicken attached to the bone, "I'm not sure I could handle the stress of working in a proper kitchen for my first job. It must be difficult."

Autumn smiled in a sympathetic manner, clearly recognising my dodge of the implication but choosing not to push it with anything direct,, "Of course it is difficult, but as long as a potential new chef has a passion for food and is willing to try hard from day one, that's all that matters. I'll be there in the kitchen to help them out, as well."

"Oh, are you the chef as well as the manager?" I ask with genuine interest.

"Mmhmm." She nodded enthusiastically, starting her fourth piece, "I inherited it from my dad, so I got lucky really. He still works behind the bar part time, but he's handed ownership to me now I'm older."

"Having a chef as a dad must've been great growing up." I chuckled.

"But of course." She patted her soft belly with a smirk, giggling at my embarrassed expression, "Hey, as they always say, don't trust a skinny chef!"

I snorted, "I guess I'll never work in your kitchen then."

Autumn's laughter faded to a cringe, "...I didn't mean anything by that. You'd be very welcome in my kitchen."

I smiled slightly, "I know you didn't mean anything." I paused, running my next words through my head before saying them, "I love exercising anyway, so hopefully I'd be able to burn it all off." I glanced down at my plate, "I think I'll have to be doing that tomorrow after… um… this." Was that disappointment that flashed across Autumn's face?

"Don't pressure yourself." She replied kindly, wiping her hands on a napkin having finished four pieces, "You're allowed a treat. You're allowed to eat, and do, whatever you want. It is your body, and I'm living proof that a bit of weight isn't a bad thing! I'm happy, and I'd say I'm pretty cute too, don't you think?"

I coughed into my lemonade, eyes widening slightly, "I-I can't answer that!"

Autumn laughed, louder than any other laugh she had given during the meal, seeming delighted by my reaction, "I'm just teasing, Belle. I know you do." She winked, and I quickly hid my face in my drink again to hide my flustered face. "Anyway, as much fun as I'm having, I'm guessing you probably have to get back."

I looked at my phone, noting the time as 11:17 - Roxana would probably be finishing up her workout now. "I probably should, yes…"

"Can we hang out again soon?" Autumn asked hopefully. The question wasn't as easy to answer as I hoped. Realistically, how was I going to get away with it a second time? I didn't even know if I'd gotten away with it a first time yet. Seeming to sense my uncertainty, Autumn offered me a solution, "Hey, there's no pressure. I know I'm a bit… full on. You have my number, just text me if you want to meet up, okay?"

I gave a quick nod, "R-Right, okay…"

"Can I text you?" She asked meaningfully, "Like, as in first? Would that be a problem?"

My throat felt dry as I swallowed, my fingers fiddling as I tried to find an answer. Again, the questions that would arise if Roxana saw the texts or questioned who was messaging me. How would I explain having Autumn's number? But for whatever reason, the thought of brushing Autumn off or losing this potential friendship sounded more horrible. I said, "Umm.. yeah, sure. That's fine."

"Yay!" Autumn brightened, grabbing her bag and climbing to her feet. I noticed that her belly seemed a bit rounder than when she had sat down too, and she once again had to tuck the sides down. She smiled at my staring, making no effort to hide her obviously bloated stomach or divert my attention. She seemed to want me to look at it, in fact, and I was - for whatever reason - happy to oblige. A fleeting wish crossed my mind that I could touch it. See what it felt like. I shoved the thoughts out of my head. "Thank you for agreeing to get second breakfast with me."

I laughed at what she called it, knowing full well I wouldn't be eating 'lunch' or anything until dinner. If even that, depending on what would happen with Roxana. "Thank you for inviting me, I needed this." I said honestly, also climbing to my feet. I began to turn, before Autumn grabbed my arm to stop me.

"Unfortunately there's no good way to hide it when you're wearing a shorter top." She chuckled, and I turned bright red as I remembered my trouser button being undone and spread apart, "Allow me. Stop me if this is weird…"

Before I could question what she meant, I felt her fingers against my stomach as she moved to grab the button. She felt soft and warm, and I could swear she kept her fingers lingering longer than she needed to as she eventually managed to pull the two pieces of fabric together. The tightness of the jeans soon returned. As Autumn withdrew, her finger brushed against the edge of my belly button, and I shivered. I had no idea if that was deliberate or not, but it felt… weirdly good. I took a deep breath, feeling overwhelmed with what just happened, on top of the last hour. "Th-Thank you, Autumn…"

"You're welcome, Belle." She replied with a kind smile, seeming relieved that I didn't stop her. I probably, really probably should have. "I'm worried I've crossed too many boundaries, so I won't text you today. Feel free to text first though, I'd be delighted to hear from you. But otherwise, I'll hopefully speak to you soon."

I nodded, picking at the drying grease stain on my top, smiling awkwardly, "I-Its fine, you haven't." Again, she probably had, but even though it sounded insane I didn't mind any of it, "Thank you… and thank you for paying."

"May I hug you goodbye?" She asked, opening her arms slightly with a grin.

My heart thudded fast again, and before any thoughts of my bloated stomach, the grease stain or even Roxana crossed my mind, I had nodded and moved closer towards the soft girl. Autumn's embrace was heavenly, her perfume sweet but not overpowering, her back soft under my hands. Her breasts pressed into mine like they shared their own embrace, and the softness of her tummy pressed into my firm, significantly smaller one. All of me wanted to squeeze her sides, or to place my hand under her top, to feel it. Why did it entice me so much?!

"That was a lovely hug." Autumn sighed as I finally pulled away, barely able to hear anything over my thudding heartbeat in my ears, "You're a good hugger, Belle."

"So are you!" I replied honestly. I needed to get out of here, I needed to get home and clear my head. And do something about what felt like a beach ball around my middle, "Bye, Autumn. Thank you again." I turned and hurried as fast as I could towards the exit - which wasn't as fast as I liked, as the first couple of steps triggered another stifled burp, and the button of my jeans kept threatening to come undone. Even as a stitch built in my side, I didn't stop until I slammed the door to our flat shut behind me.

My breathing was heavy as I hurried into the bedroom, my first point of call being the floor standing mirror. The orange stain of grease that was just below my left boob was obvious, smudged from my attempts to get it off. Usually slightly shallower than my ribcage, my stomach now protruded forward slightly. I poked it experimentally, the tip of my finger barely making an imprint with how naturally skinny I was. I tugged my top down, trying to narrow the gap between the material and my jeans again, but it slowly rose back up again to two inches of pale flesh.

I turned to the side, gasping audibly as my tummy actually had a curve. Normally fairly straight at the front, with my small boobs not adding much curve to my sideward view. My butt made up for it, and I'd always loved how feminine it made me look as it stuck out behind me. Now, however, with my stomach protruding an inch or so further than normal, my high-waisted jeans now outlined my bloated stomach, a nice curve showing through the material. I traced it with the same finger, sending a shiver down my spine.

I looked good. I felt good - both ways of speaking. I wondered how it would feel for my tummy to look like this empty, and then how if it did, how it would be full. The cycle repeated in my mind, and I could feel myself getting turned on. It was both intriguing and horrifying.

The rattling of keys jolted me from my examination, my heart leaping into my throat as I watched the terror fill my features. Roxana was home! I quickly tore my top off, a feeling of regret that I didn't get chance to fully see how I looked naked as I catched a glimpse of my topless form - my full belly was more pronounced, a contrast to the visible ribs beneath a thin layer of skin just above. I couldn't afford a second more, shoving the dirty top beneath my pillow, grabbing my pyjama top and hurriedly pulling it on, almost losing my balance. I cursed inwardly, remembering it was a crop top.

"Hey babe, I'm back!" Roxana called from the hallway, the door shutting behind her. I quickly climbed into the bed, pulling the covers over myself and turning onto my side, "You okay?"

"I-I'm fine!" I squeaked, trying really hard to keep my voice steady.

"Oh, you're in bed still?" Roxana asked, sounding surprised as she appeared in the doorway. I rolled over to face her, rubbing my eyes to make it look like I had just woken up. Her hair was damp from her post workout shower, a black tank top and jogging bottoms her outfit.

And a paper bag in her hand. A familiar smell reached my nostrils, and my heart sank in horror. She hadn't… of all the days, of all the times I'd practically begged, surely she hadn't chosen today to actually treat me.

"Yeah… I never made it up, I guess, haha." I replied meekly, before gesturing to the bag, "...Whats that?"

Roxana walked around the bed to my side, and I gripped the covers tighter towards me. She sat on the edge, placing a hand on top of where she knew my hip was. I shivered, knowing if she moved her hand a few inches, she would then be feeling my full tummy, and the lie would be blown. "I'd been thinking about our conversation last night, and I've been really over-the-top. I'm really sorry… I thought I'd buy us a truce treat. I hope you still crave chicken?

Absolutely not!

"Aw, babe, thats really sweet…" I replied, and genuinely it was. If I wasn't already stuffed, I'd probably have tears in my eyes because this gesture from Roxana was really unexpected, "You didn't have to do that… I-I'm fine, I had some extra cereal earlier so I'm good until dinner. Um, maybe you can have mine."

Roxana seemed hurt by my refusal, her face falling, “No, please – please don’t be afraid to eat because of me! You can eat what you want, I know you’ll stay healthy and that’s all that matters! I just want you to be happy.” The guilt I was feeling caused me more discomfort than how full I was. I had no choice, if I refused then I’d maybe miss out on this opportunity to change the suffocating side of our relationship.  My overladen stomach gurgled in complaint at the thought, causing Roxana to chuckle, “See? I knew you were hungry.”

“Hah… yeah…” I grimaced, shifting myself up, careful to keep the duvet on top of me, until I was sat up and leaning against the headboard, “Thank you, Roxy, that really means a lot. You can go chill in the lounge if you’d like, I’ll eat this and catch you up.”

“Now, now.” Roxana waggled her finger at me, reaching towards the duvet, “This doesn’t mean you can get our bed all greasy. Come eat this at the table like a civilised person!”

“Fiiiine.” I rolled my eyes, swinging myself so my legs hung over the side of the bed, the duvet still held tight across my middle, “Lemme just get dressed.”

“Alright, fine, just hurr-“ Roxana broke off, looking at my legs with a frown. My insides turned to ice as I followed her eyes, seeing that I had completely forgotten to change back into my pyjama shorts. I was still wearing my damn canary yellow jeans, “Why are you wearing those?!”

“O-Oh, I… well, I started to get up earlier.” I stammered a response, my heart thudding once again as the lie formed in my mind, “I was gonna follow you to the gym and wait for you, I felt so bad… but then I got half-dressed, felt really sleepy and passed out again.”

Roxana’s face softened, “Oh, Baby Belle… you don’t need to feel bad. I’m a little sad that you don’t love going as much as I thought you did, but nobody needs to go all the time. Not even me, really, I just like to. I hope you’ll still come with me sometimes, enough to stay active and healthy, but… well, if you ever don’t feel like going, just tell me, okay?” I nodded numbly, my heart breaking as I thought about what I had been up to whilst she was thinking over her own behaviour and how to fix it. What had I done?

“Now come on, my lazy Belle!” Oh God, don’t call me that, I’m still worked up from earlier… “It’s almost noon, up you get!” She tugged on the blanket.

“N-no, wait!”

Too late, the duvet was yanked off me, and Roxana was left with the view of a very full Belle’s belly.

“What the hell?!”

Crap.

A/N: Still no weight gain, I'm afraid, but hopefully progress in other ways  There will be time jumps bigger than a day coming very soon - I do intend for this story to have major weight gain, but if these starting chapters do start to get boring, please let me know. I'm hoping they won't.

[xandercroft]

I do love a well written time skip...

 

[lillafair]

This is a very thoughtfully written story, a true work of art. Beautiful. 

[lsactt]

Chapter 5

Munch. Chew. Swallow. Groan.

“Keep going.” Roxana’s firm voice commanded from next to me, “Like I’ve said before, if you’re going to be a little pig, then at least finish the meal. You can’t waste my generous gift, can you?”

I shook my head, wiping the sweat from my brow. I was sick of chicken, which was ironic considering how much I craved it before a few hours ago. I had felt full when I left the restaurant with Autumn, but now if I was to vision the inside of my belly in cartoon format it would be full right to the brim with chicken legs. “I’m… sorry…”

“Hmph.” Roxana scoffed from beside me, although there was a hint of amusement in her tone, “Yes, you will be. There was me, going out of my way to buy you a treat, spending my hard earned money… only to find that you had already stuffed yourself behind my back! Very naughty, my Baby Belle. There are consequences for greedy girls.”

I squirmed slightly on the dining room chair, the pressure of all the food in my lower tummy, the thrill of being caught and punished, and Roxana using such sexy words such as pig and greedy… I really wanted her right now. Wait, since when were ‘pig’ and ‘greedy’ sexy words? “Eat!” Roxana barked, grabbing the piece of chicken from my hands and shoving it against my lips. I quickly opened my mouth, making an ‘mmph!’ noise as the meaty side of the piece was shoved in, barely giving me space to get my teeth into position and chew the meat.

I thought back to when I was caught – it had been close, but thankfully it turned out okay. Hell, with how good I was feeling right now, I was glad to have been caught.

***

“What the hell?!”

Crap.

“What happened to you?” Roxana continued incredulously, placing her hand to my stuffed tummy. Her touch felt so good, until she applied pressure.

Burp!

“Ah!” I squeaked, hands flying to my mouth and cheeks going bright red. I scrambled for the duvet again, trying to throw it over myself but Roxana held it back, pulling it from my grip, “I’m sorry!”

“Damn, girl.” Roxana relaxed, seeming relieved that my bloated state was nothing serious, “The hell did you put in there?!”

“…Chicken…” I mumbled, throwing the pillow over my head instead.

“What’s that?” Roxana then asked with a frown, reaching behind my head and grabbing the top I had completely forgotten was there, “Hah! Miss your mouth, huh?” She stared at me incredulously, stained top in her hands, me lying peering over a pillow at her fearfully, and my stomach almost comically bloated. It was a funny sight, and she burst out laughing, releasing some of my tension.

Eventually though, her laughing settled, and a more serious expression crossed her face, “Belle, what the hell? What’s going on here, and why were you trying to hide it?”

I slowly lowered the pillow, sitting up again – wincing as my jeans once again pressed into me. My burp had released some of the pressure at least, as humiliating as it just was.  But now came the hardest part, without question the biggest lie I had ever told my girlfriend. “…I got really hungry.” I said meekly, “So I ordered takeaway. And then I hid all the packaging in the communal bins before you got back. But then I noticed the stain and then I heard you were home and I panicked… I didn’t want you to be angry at me for not only ditching the gym, but eating something unhealthy too…

Her face showed hurt again, irritation towards herself for (supposedly) making me feel that way. This sucked, a lot. I was making my girlfriend who I was meant to love and be loyal to feel guilty for something she hadn’t done, to avoid myself admitting to the guilt of sneaking out to see another woman who I blatantly had interest in, allowed her to stuff me (it was her fault, okay) and then get quite awkwardly close. And brush my belly button. Why did that part stand out?

“Belle, please let me fix this okay?” Roxana finally said, grabbing my hand, before frowning slightly, “God, your hands are still greasy. How much did you have?” I looked away, unwilling to answer, “…Well clearly not just one. Two?” I shook my head, “…Three?!” No acknowledgement, “Oh my God Belle, you didn’t eat four pieces of chicken by yourself in an empty flat?! You pig!”

I squirmed, cheeks exploding into a blush. This was too much. I leaned forward, grabbing Roxana’s arm and pulling her towards me. Taken by surprise, she landed roughly on top of me, heavy pressure suddenly already on my tender stomach, which only intensified the situation. “Belle, what the—”

I shut her up by pulling her into a kiss, my legs wrapping around her and hands clawing at her sides as I tried to find anything to grip onto. I couldn’t get her close enough. She forced herself away – not aggressively – and laughed in a confused tone, “Why are you suddenly kissing me?! Oh my God, you literally taste of salt and grease! Blech!”

“It was very nice…” I said in a pretend shy tone, staring at her with playful, wide eyes.

“Ha! I bet it was!” Roxana snorted, before slapping me hard on the stomach, expelling the air in my lungs in a gasp, “I hope you enjoyed it, too, because I sure as hell didn’t go out my way to treat you for it to go to waste.”

“What do you mean?” I frowned, my heart starting to beat faster. Surely she didn’t mean eating more chicken? Why did part of me hope she did?

“I mean if you’re gonna be a greedy girl behind my back, you’re finishing it all!”

***

I was out of action for the rest of that day. I did indeed finish the two pieces that Roxana had bought me, but it was a mission to keep it inside me. The situation quickly turned from painfully, excitingly full to being genuinely scared I was going to throw up all my organs. Roxana showed me no sympathy, and every time I started to drift off into a nap on the sofa she would jab me in my swollen gut, waking me up – a couple of times with a literal belch. She howled with laughter, it was another pizza incident that I’m sure would be brought up for years to come.

Curiosity got the better of me after Roxana went to bed. I hurried into the bathroom and tried the top I had worn earlier on, and pulled the trousers on as well. Firstly, there was no hope of fastening the jeans – whilst before they could be done up without much fuss, it was just uncomfortable, now when the button was fastened the zip wouldn’t pull up, leaving the taut skin of my stomach visible in a diamond-shaped hole beneath the button.

At the start of the day, there was an inch slither of my stomach on show beneath my top before reaching the waistband of the jeans. Now, it was closer to three inches. The bottom of my top now actually creased over the dome of my belly, resting on top of it rather than gently hugging it when it was flat. I looked a completely different girl – this morning, the world would see me as hot, slim and sexy, why wouldn’t she show her tummy in public? Now, people would think me either pregnant, or a slob. It was thrilling.

I then quickly grabbed the scales, placing them carefully down as to not make noise. I had last weighed myself yesterday at 108 pounds – I was confident I weighed the exact same this morning. And while I knew whatever extra weight I was about to see wouldn’t all be there tomorrow when my swollen stomach shrank back to normal, I was morbidly curious to see just how much food and liquid I had stuffed inside me today.

Let’s see… two chicken thighs, a chicken breast, and a total of three chicken legs. A large fries with Autumn, a large fries to accompany the two pieces Roxana bought me. A large lemonade, my bowl of cereal, my morning coffee, two pints of water to reduce the dehydration from all the salt through the rest of the day… although some of it was obviously gone through reasons I need not talk about, the thought of just how much was resting inside me, being digested, being turned into… fat. I could barely contain myself as I tapped the scale with my foot to turn it on.

The numbers blinked, and I held back an audible gasp as I straight away saw it quickly decide the first two numbers were ‘11’ as opposed to ‘10’.  The last number blinked a little longer, before settling on ’111.5’. Three-and-a-half pounds of food and liquid was sitting inside me. Slightly frustrating, as I converted that into stone, I was only half a pound from being eight stone.

I thought back to the half-thigh I left when with Autumn, and I wondered if I had pushed through then whether I would have hit that number. Because, apparently, that was a goal I wanted to have achieved today. For what reason? Don’t ask me, I’ve no idea. I couldn’t wait for morning, to see if there would be anything more to me. I grabbed my phone, excited and feeling the need to talk to somebody. And really, my options were limited to just one person.

Feel so full lol.

Still? Oh my, I was hungry again by dinner!

From how easily Autumn had eaten those four chicken pieces, that didn’t really surprise me.

I never want to see a chicken again.

It wasn’t that much!

You don’t understand. There was MORE!

You had more chicken? Really?

Yeah. My girlfriend decided to be nice and buy me a treat for lunch.

How kind. And also how cruel.

I’m a walking beach ball.

Get your girlfriend to give you belly rubs. It helps.

I think that would repulse her.

Her loss.

This girl was… different. I had met various people in life who enjoyed food, who didn’t mind their weight, who promoted body positivity and so on. And respect to all of them. But Autumn? Not only did she exude confidence and acceptance of herself, but she also seemed to love watching other people eat. The way she watched me earlier made me feel like the sexiest girl in the world, the way she encouraged and reassured me. Roxana could easily get me to do absolutely anything through playful threats, intimidation, and teasing. Autumn could get me to do anything by making me feel nice – by making me want to do said thing.

I could tell she found me attractive, more so when I was full. I saw her eager expression when I moved to unbutton my trousers, her eagerness to ‘help’ as I stood to leave. The way she ‘accidentally’ caressed my belly as she fastened me back up. The brush against my belly button that felt way better than it had any right to. Autumn had definitely encouraged me to eat, but I couldn’t help but wonder if there was anything more to it. I remembered Roxana mentioning ‘fat fetishists’ in our conversation yesterday (it felt a lifetime ago), but if Autumn was… that, then surely, she wouldn’t have showed me any interest to begin with. I’m skinny as hell – surely, she’d have much more success with a chubby girl who could put away much more food than I could?

How come you even left me that napkin note?

I had sent the question before I could even think about it, before I could chicken out. I needed to know – why me? And how did Autumn suddenly hold so much… sway over my thoughts and feelings? Why had two encounters with this girl changed me from a fitness fanatic into someone feeling frustrated she hadn’t stuffed herself enough to reach eight stone?

I could tell you needed it.

What does that mean? Needed what?

A friend.

And some chicken.

And freedom.

I hurriedly switched my phone onto silent as one-by-one, three text tones blared out of my phone. Hopefully Roxana hadn’t heard – she was well aware I didn’t really have any friends, so it would be only natural for her to question who I was talking to. Freedom…

Freedom? From what?

Not freedom FROM anything, really. More freedom TO.

Make sense, please.

To be yourself. To make your own choices. Don’t take this the wrong way, but I’ve been around a hell of a lot of people with food. I can tell when people’s bodies don’t match their souls.

I said make sense! The heck does that mean??

Your girlfriend gets a kick out of eating lettuce leaves and being as slim as she can. Her body matches her soul, obvious from a mile away. However, a little part of your soul was extinguished when she insisted you have a salad too.

 

Well, this girl was either super philosophical and wise, or she was crazy. But I wasn’t getting the answer I needed.

So you were just being nice?

Is that a crime?

No, I just… I don’t get it.

Listen, Belle… I spent so much of my life obsessing over my weight, counting calories, overdoing it at the gym. So much time where gaining a pound of weight would send me into a meltdown where I would starve myself until I was two pounds later.

I swallowed, feeling a bit nervous now this seemed quite personal. I hoped Autumn didn’t feel pressured to say this.

You probably won’t believe it looking at me now, but I used to be even skinnier than you. It was dangerous. I eventually realised, after quite a serious wake-up call, that what I was doing wasn’t for myself – it wasn’t even what I wanted. I was trying to fulfil what I thought other people wanted and what I thought the world cared about.

I’m sorry, you don’t need to tell me such personal things if you don’t want to.

Shhh. Let me finish.

I had nobody to tell me that it was okay, to tell me to do what I want to do, to tell me to stop the dangerous path I was following. Nobody to tell me that having a burger wasn’t a crime, that being anything but skinny was okay. Hell, nobody to tell me that curves are sexy.

Here I am now, more than double my lowest weight, and much more than double my happiness. Not in a vain way, but I love my body and I love eating. As I said, your girlfriend is happy with her body, and I can see that. My question to you is: Are you happy with yours?

It seemed a simple question, one that should give me an instinctive immediate response. No.  I shifted uncomfortably in the above-sink mirror, the answer filling me with surprise. It was like a hidden room of my mind had been unlocked, as I looked with distaste towards my visible ribs, my sharp collarbones and the sunken skin behind them.

I didn’t look or feel feminine, in fact I was happier with myself in the body I had when I first met Roxana – and that was nearly twenty pounds heavier. Or, in my current state, fifteen. Not only did I look better at a healthy weight, I imagined myself at Autumn’s weight. I envisioned actually having boobs, I imagined how juicy and round my butt would be with my pear-shape, how soft my thighs would be. A belly I could squeeze and play with when I was bored… I shook myself out of the thoughts before it became too much.

No. I didn’t even realise that until right now.

I thought so. What would make you happier?

I don’t know.

Are you sure about that?

No

Then say it.

Say it… I squirmed slightly.

Being bigger.

Mmm. Exactly.

How much bigger?

How much… My conversation with Roxana played through my head yet again. Ten? Twenty? A hundred? Ten pounds would do nothing except take me into the low borders of a healthy weight. I’d still be thin. Twenty would take me to the eighteen-year-old me – certainly preferable to my current self, but that’s hardly progress, is it? That’s just square one. That’s really just the start of my journey, and right now I’m eighteen pounds (or fourteen-and-a-half) behind that starting point.

One hundred pounds… maybe that was ludicrous. After all, I knew without checking that would rocket me past healthy weight, all the way through overweight, and into the obese category.  I stared into the mirror, placing my phone to the side, forgotten for a moment. As I slowly began to rub my full stomach, in my mind’s eye, I imagined my body gradually getting bigger – fatter.

My ribs disappeared from view as my current rounded stomach lost its firmness, instead becoming soft with a slight jiggle. The sunken skin behind my collarbones filled, covering the bones, merging with my softer neck that rather than disappearing behind my chin instead began to form a soft second one. My jawline disappeared, my cheeks fuller, my smile happier.

My hand slowly lowered towards my underwear, and into them as my eyes closed, the image staying just in my mind instead. My breathing quickened as imaginary me got bigger and thicker. My belly expanded outwards, covering my panties from view, bright red stretchmarks striping across her. Behind me, my ass softened and ballooned, hard-to-fit in any jeans but sexy and round for anybody to see.

Roxana teased me, slapping my fat stomach and sending ripples across the bountiful flesh, calling me a pig, and questioning how I let myself go so badly. A gasp escaped my lips, and I sat myself down, leaning against the bath and leaning my head back. It felt so good. Autumn, meanwhile, gave me her kind, dimpled smile as she offered me a donut, rubbing my belly lovingly as I munched, telling me how happy I looked and how beautiful I was with a ‘little extra weight’, and to imagine how blissful I’d be if I was even heavier.

Roxana grabbed my soft lower belly as it hung over my waistband, visible beneath my too-small top, questioning how I could think I’d go out like that, how I should ‘hit the gym, fatty’.  Autumn held my hand in the street, proud to be seen with me in the exact same outfit Roxana teased me for, her own tummy visible in a tight dress.  A photo was posted of me and Roxana on our socials, with Roxana slender, fit, and muscular – beside her, a beaming Belle looking fat, soft and round. Comments questioned if Roxana had a new girlfriend, what happened to Belle. Autumn texted me saying I looked stunning and luscious, and praised me by saying I looked even bigger than the last time she saw me.

All these fantasies and several more flashed through my excited mind, each one building on to the intensity as I pleasured myself.  I couldn’t take it as my body tensed, my back arched, and I allowed the feelings to take me.

Without doubt, it was the best orgasm I had ever had as I lay against the bath, rosy-faced and panting, body trembling. I was slowly brought back to reality by my phone screen lighting up.

Belle? You there?

Will you help me?

Help you? You didn’t understand what that meant earlier.

I’m not sure I understand even now, I’m really confused.

That’s okay, Belle… I just want to know what you’re asking me to help you with?

Help me gain weight.

I’d be more than happy to help you with that. But again, how much?

I don’t know really. I guess twenty pounds for now.

Of course. Will your girlfriend be okay with that?

…Probably not. But she’ll have to be, if she loves me.

And are you going to be able to meet up with me?

Also probably not… but you can help me over text, right?

I suppose I can, but that seems a little bit boring for me. How am I meant to know if you’re eating enough or making progress, hm?

I smiled bashfully to myself, my chest still heaving as I tried to calm down. I was too far gone, too into this, for my morals to get in the way right now. I needed this to happen, and if that meant crossing the line even further then so be it. Besides, if Roxana hadn’t controlled my diet for so many years and kept me a skinny twig, I wouldn’t be having to do this, right?  It was enough to encourage me to reply to Autumn’s flirty suggestion.

And what better way to reply than to give her the evidence she was after?  I scrambled to my feet, rushing to the mirror. I splashed my face with water and tidied my hair, not quite wanting Autumn to know what exactly I just did at the thought of myself being fat (I’d process that soon myself, I’m sure). My stomach still looked nice and round, although it seemed to be gradually shrinking – that may just be my imagination, though. I needed to get a picture as soon as possible.

I had never really been one for selfies, mainly because I’d never really had much reason to want to show myself off. Perhaps my phone camera roll would become much fuller in the coming weeks… much like my body, heh.

I opened my camera, setting it to selfie mode – my still flushed face stared back at me, and I smiled as I could literally see the excitement in my eyes. It made me look more youthful, happier, prettier. I raised the camera and tilted it down, marvelling at the view of my stomach from above. Although it made my belly look full, it also diminished my breasts and made them seem even smaller. No, not that angle.

I eventually opted for a diagonal front view, which showed how much my stomach protruded, and also my already curved ass behind me. It didn’t capture my face, but my boobs looked like they existed at least. I played with some filters, but none that made any drastic changes – just to fix the lighting. I finally attached it to a message to Autumn, licking my lips nervously.

Taking a deep breath, I hit send, and watched as the photo slowly processed, along with the caption I’d typed:

3.5 pounds of food and drink in there… hopefully I’ll look like this empty one day

I wish I could see your face, but I can tell you are smiling whilst taking this. You look great, Belle ❤️

Hehe, thank you… truly, thank you. I don’t know how, but you’ve changed like… my entire life in a couple of days.

Aw no, you’ll make me cry! I know I’m an oddball, but I hope this will be the start of a beautiful friendship

❤️

But photos like that will do just fine for me to help you – I’ll also need weekly weigh-ins and measurements. Partly to monitor and help, but also… well, I love numbers.

Heh. Me too – I guess I understand why now. I’ll send you my current measurements (before the onslaught of chicken) now.

Oh my, I truly look forward to seeing those numbers increase, along with your smile. Did you want to see my numbers?

My breath caught in my throat, already typing the three letters of consent, and hitting send. I was excited for the response, mine and Roxana’s data in my mind as I wondered just how different Autumn’s would be.

163lbs, 43” – 41” – 39”, thighs 22”, BMI 26.1, 38D cup

Oh my God… my mind immediately went into maths mode. That was fifty-five pounds heavier than me – that was an extra half of me on top of my weight. An entire foot more of boob and sixteen inches of belly.  I blushed slightly, if I ever got to her weight my butt would surely dwarf her’s – it was almost as big already!

Quite a bit bigger than you, huh?

I wish I knew what my numbers would be if I got to your weight.

Only one way to find out!

Where do I even start?

Just as if you were trying to lose weight. Keep a food diary, count calories – don’t just eat junk either, you’ve got to look after your heart. The benefits of you having a fitness fanatic girlfriend I suppose.

That… sounds a little too similar to dieting. If I start tracking calories, I’ll probably freak out.

Fair point – in that case, allow me to be your calorie counter. Plus, I’d quite enjoy seeing exactly what’s going into that tummy of yours.

Y’know, considering how much I’m frustrated of having my food controlled in a healthy way… is it weird that having it controlled for the opposite way sounds really… better?

You mean it sounds hot. If you want me to be your personal meal planner, just give me the word.

Maybe? Is that weird?

Not at all. Like I said, that sounds fun for me too.

So… what am I having for breakfast tomorrow?

Is your girlfriend in?

Well, yes… we have breakfast together at around 7am, but then we both go to work.

You got time to stop of on the way?

Just tell me where!

Is the Jumping Doe restaurant on the way to your work, by any chance?

It’s not far out…

This couldn’t work out any more perfect, then. That’s my restaurant. Let me know your ETA and I’ll have a nice hearty breakfast ready for you! We can discuss further plans then. And don’t worry about money, at least for a while – your small appetite won’t dent my profits just yet!

We continued texting each other, discussing plans excitedly.  Autumn’s restaurant was only about a seven-minute drive from my office – granted, it was in the wrong direction, but it actually made this plan feasible! I was so excited, and I couldn’t wait to get to the restaurant tomorrow morning after breakfast ‘one’ with Roxana. I normally got to work twenty minutes before my official start time, anyway, so as long as Autumn was able to get the food ready for as soon as I arrived, I had a window to quickly eat it and still get to my desk on time.

I wondered if lunch and after work was feasible, too. Again, I tended to stay at least half an hour after official finish, so Roxy wouldn’t suspect me being late – that overtime could go to feeding myself, instead. Roxana did usually call me every lunchtime… but maybe I could pick up some kind of takeaway lunch from Autumn. Roxana would hear me eating, but how would she know it wasn’t the salad she makes me every day?

Perhaps I was going a bit overboard with this, after all I didn’t want to run Autumn out of business. I needed a way to fund this without Roxana, ever vigilant of our finances, finding out. And a perfect opportunity could be right in front of me, because didn’t Autumn say she had a chef retiring…?

I accept a slightly lower wage, with the rest of the wage paid in food. Maybe Roxana didn’t even need to know it was Autumn’s restaurant! It’s hardly like she eats at restaurants like… ever. With her new understanding of her behaviour, it shouldn’t be too difficult to convince her to let me ‘apply’ for this posting I’d seen.

It was a perfect plan.

A/N: I promise you next chapter is a time-skip! I've already started writing it, so... hope you enjoy this chapter that truly (finally) sets up Belle for her journey to gain weight with the help of Autumn. How will this affect her relationship with Roxana, and her budding interest in Autumn? Will Belle's decisions come back to bite her in her soon-to-be-bigger butt?

Thank you so much for the comments! Words like beautiful and masterful are amazing to read, and not at all the kind of feedback I expected to get. thank you so much!

[berserker1]

This chapter was excellent... and super hot. Amazing job, you're a very talented writer. I'm completely hooked!

[lsactt]

2 minutes ago, berserker1 said:

This chapter was excellent... and super hot. Amazing job, you're a very talented writer. I'm completely hooked!

Thank you again! I'm glad you found it hot, that was my main concern about moving into this territory!

Also I just realised why I recognised your username as you've collabed/illustrated on basically all of my favourite stories. So coming from you it means even more

[thrawn]

I’ve read almost everything out there…you have a gift. This is top notch, the buildup is great and the character development is great. I like that there is dynamic growth potential for all the characters. I can’t wait to read more. 

[lsactt]

46 minutes ago, thrawn said:

I’ve read almost everything out there…you have a gift. This is top notch, the buildup is great and the character development is great. I like that there is dynamic growth potential for all the characters. I can’t wait to read more. 

Thank you so much!! That means a lot

[lsactt]

Chapter 6

The next two weeks were busy, and impactful in many ways. The morning after that fateful conversation by texts with Autumn, I had driven straight to the Jumping Doe, a traditional, quaint English pub in the nearby countryside.  There, Autumn had been there to greet me warmly and sat with me at a quiet table in the corner. The food was already waiting for me, having been cooked fresh just for me by Autumn herself. It was a traditional English breakfast, a bigger portion I noticed that those other customers were tucking into around the restaurant. As I tucked into plump sausages, crispy bacon, runny eggs and more, Autumn and I discussed the plan.

She was delighted to hear me mention about applying for the chef position, but expressed doubt when she realised my main motivation was to get free food. Although she would be fine with the lower wage free food arrangement, she was concerned that I’d lose sight of my actual goals in life. I barely heard her, and by the end of breakfast I had an ‘interview’ arranged – Autumn reassured me no interview would be necessary, she just needed to see me in a kitchen handling a busy lunch period.

Said trial shift was approaching soon, and without telling Roxana I arranged a few hours off work, claiming a doctor’s appointment.

Autumn proved to be a very effective meal planner and eating coach – she was truly the Anti-Roxana. Every meal she served me pushed me and my tummy to the limits, but never too far. As I had fantasized, she began providing packed lunches, and early dinners.

I could honestly say I hadn’t felt the slightest pang of hunger since the morning I went to have chicken with Autumn. This would be an exaggeration, but I felt like I’d eaten more food in the last fortnight than the entire twenty-two years before!  Again, that one is me being dramatic. I’d certainly never had such a gluttonous couple of weeks in my life before though, that’s for sure.

It was hard to see progress when I was constantly bloated to be honest, especially as I made a point of wearing baggier clothing to divert the attention from Roxana. The hardest part had been when Roxana and I got physical, but fortunately each time my girlfriend had learnt enough tact to not mention anything. It helped to hide it considering she was usually on top, although the few times we switched was the greatest sex we had ever had as I just felt so heavy.

In terms of going to the gym, I still went with Roxana two or three times a week, which was half of what I used to do. I could notice the difference mainly in my free-time, and it gave me a couple extra hours to sneak food in. My ‘known’ diet of what I ate with (or made by) Roxana hadn’t changed, so all these extra meals were entirely additional to my usual daily calories of what was about 1,600 – the supposed amount I needed to eat to maintain my weight.  Autumn was often more-than-doubling that amount – data suggested if I ate 2,700 calories a day, I would gain two pounds a week. My minimum intake over the last two weeks was 3,000 a day.

Roxana was clearly saddened with losing her gym buddy for most of her visits, and this week she had reduced her gym visits from six days a week to four. This change in her routine intrigued me, and I wondered if this could lead to a bigger change in her approach to health as well. Although it was a complete secret right now, I did wish I could share my journey with her. Now, however, I knew there was no hope of her being supportive – it could even jeopardise our relationship. Keeping it secret, when the inevitable happen, I at least had the bluff of ‘not realising’ to play to avoid being dumped.

I could tell from the concerned glances my girlfriend was giving me though that she was holding her tongue. I was sure I hadn’t gained enough weight for her to notice, but the days that I had no baggy outfits spare, my protruding stomach couldn’t be hidden from the fitness freak. I noticed a couple of days, Roxana had ‘forgotten’ to make my lunch, and a few evening dinners she insisted it was my imagination that the portion size seemed a bit smaller. I was greatly concerned that, despite being underweight, she was actively trying to stop me eating more - it was worrying. I had no interest in raising the subject, however, as it increased the chance of her questioning why I came home looking pregnant every day.

I was now stood in the bathroom with Roxana, who I had just finished measuring for our weekly journal.

 Roxana                     Belle
07/06/2023         122lb                          107lb
                          35”-28”-36”             31”-25”-37”
                          BMI: 18.6                    BMI: 18.2
                         Thighs: 17”                 Thighs: 18”

Roxana                      Belle
14/06/2023        122lb                           108lb
                          35”-28”-36”             31”-25”-37”
                          BMI: 18.6                    BMI: 18.5
                         Thighs: 17”                 Thighs: 18”

Roxana                      Belle
21/06/2023        120lb                           110lb
                         34.5”-27.5”-36”         31”-25”-37.5”
                         BMI: 18.3                      BMI: 18.9
                        Thighs: 17”                  Thighs: 18”

Roxana                      Belle
28/06/2023        120lb
                        34.5”-27.5”-36”
                        BMI: 18.3
                       Thighs: 17”

Roxana was now two pounds down, even though she wasn’t trying to lose weight. She seemed happy about the fact. Now, she turned to me with a faint smile that didn’t hold the usual energy, “Your turn, Belle.” I noticed her eyes flicker to my middle as she moved to the side.

I looked into the mirror first, curious to see a difference myself. I was confident I had definitely put on weight since last week, where my excitement over gaining two pounds had been difficult to hide. This time, I was desperately hoping to exceed eight stone. It was still such a small number, but to me it felt like a milestone. I seemed a little softer in general, or maybe less skinny was a more suitable description.

The morning after my first stuffing session, I had taken a photo wearing my favourite outfit (the one I wore to have chicken with Autumn) and this morning I had put it on again to take another photo. I had already closely analysed the two photos together, trying to see any change. My face certainly looked brighter, and I think my tummy looked a hint bigger – the slither of skin between garments seemed a bit wider, and I was sure I could see the smallest of curves around the top of my thighs in the yellow jeans, suggesting a stomach was indeed behind the material.

I wished time would go faster, but I was confident in a few months’ time I would be much happier with myself. I stepped onto the scale, willing the number to be at least 112. The scale didn’t even bother teasing me with a number less than 110, straight away giving me a ‘11’ start. It excited me to know the 100s were gone, hopefully forever.  The scale settled on 113. I had done it – that was 8st1. My heart fluttered in excitement over what ultimately was such a small target, but it truly represented progress.

Roxana made an undeterminable noise, looking at the number, shattering my excitement as I gazed to her. “Everything okay, Roxy…?” I asked, trying to keep my voice oblivious to what I knew.

“Yeah…” She replied softly, watching as the number disappeared from the screen and grabbing the tape, smiling slightly towards me, “You look great, Belle.” I watched with soft eyes as she approached me, pressing herself against me and kissing me. I returned the gesture immediately, enjoying my girlfriend’s attention. My eyes felt watery, the pit of dread in my stomach starting to fade as I realised that my personal milestone hadn’t caused conflict with my girlfriend. She whispered into my ear, “You realise you’re only seven pounds off of me now though, right? And I’m half a foot taller than you… my Baby Belle is catching up.”

Something caught my attention about her tone, and what had originally been words that excited me and also filled me with relief that Roxy was able to joke about this, turned sour. She wasn’t teasing me; she was trying to panic me – trying to make me scared that despite being significantly shorter I was on the way to outweighing her. A thought that two weeks ago would’ve petrified me. I had two options present themselves to me in my mind – one would be to get angry, to call her out on her manipulation, to tell her how I feel and that I didn’t care anymore. Two was to play into her game, pretend it bothered me and continue as I was. After all, the teasing was hot, and as I fantasised before, when the names and ‘insults’ stopped becoming jokey… well, then yum.

“W-Well, you always were the fit one…” I replied in a meek voice, my shoulders slumping slightly, “And me the one with the big bum.”

Roxana chuckled, reaching down to squeeze my butt, “Indeed – soon, I won’t be able to even lift you.”

“You’ll just have to get more muscle then.” I responded in a pouty tone, before shivering as I suddenly felt the tape against my body, “Oh! That’s cold…”

It didn’t take long for Roxy to measure me, and I noticed that she seemed to be taking less time in doing so. Normally, she would make a point of touching and teasing me, but today it was almost as if she couldn’t wait to be done. There was no way I could look at that in an alternative manner – it made me sad, full stop.

The measurements made me less sad, though – they were always bound to seem smaller being in inches, but all I needed to do was convert it into centimetres in my head and they seemed much more impressive. 31-26-38, and 18.5 around a thigh. My boobs hadn’t grown much, if at all, which did leave me with a pang of disappointment – but my waist and hips had both grown! Only an inch, but that was 2.5 centimetres.

Well alright, that still seemed small, but if I maintained that pace around my hips for example, in ten weeks they would be fifty inches. In twenty-one weeks, they’d be as round as I was tall… I shuddered. Taking this as a negative reaction, Roxana gave me a sympathetic look, “Don’t worry, Baby Belle – you’re still sexy as hell, and—“She broke off, thinking about how to word her next statement, “And if you ever need any help or encouragement, you know I’ll always help you.”

I smiled genuinely; my heart warm as I was reminded about Roxana’s better traits. Part of me did feel bad for what I was doing, knowing that Roxy preferred me slim. In fairness to my girlfriend, I was entirely presuming her behaviour and reaction – maybe she just believed I wanted to stay thin too, maybe she thought that me getting fat would make me sad. After all, all her clients are with her because they want to lose weight – that’s the attitude she’s used to. Maybe if I just told her, well… I know she wouldn’t be thrilled, but maybe she would still be supportive?

“I love you, Baby Belle.” Roxana said softly, and I melted inside.  I padded over to her with watery eyes, and cuddled into her, my head resting on her bare shoulder. Roxana laughed quietly, stroking the back of my head, and hugging me tight, “You’re adorable.”

“I love you too, Roxy.” I replied happily, her words reinforcing the thoughts that had just ran through my mind. It was settled, I would tell her when the time was right – over a romantic dinner that I’d made her, with wine and candles. An honest conversation, and things would be good.

 

***

“I don’t know how you even have the energy to cook, Baby Belle.” Roxana sighed as she approached our candlelit dining table. She was dressed in a dark purple glittery dress that showed off her trim body perfectly. As I glanced back to her, my eyes rested on her flat middle, and I found myself hoping that if I made the food nice enough, I could at least be treated to a bloated Roxy tonight. Not that I wanted Roxana to gain weight, not really. If it happened, I would certainly enjoy it, but I knew how much fitness and health meant to my beloved, and I would not want to see her put through that misery. If she could just realise that there were more important things to life than being skinny, then that was all I could ask for.

“Nonsense!” I replied in a chirpy tone, turning back to the kitchen, my slightly more padded butt stretching against my jeans as I bent down to check the food in the oven, “You know I love cooking.”

“I know, but you do it all day!” Roxana continued, a touch of guilt in her tone, “It’s not fair for you to have to do it when you get home as well… I should be cooking for you!”

What, a salad?

“Again, I love cooking.” I reassured her, standing back up and brushing my hands on my top, fingers moving from fabric to soft flesh as they moved past my crop top onto my slightly curved stomach. “Cooking for my gorgeous girlfriend who I love very much is very different to for random strangers!”

That’s right, I was now the Jumping Doe’s newest chef! Autumn had absolutely loved my food during the trial shift, and I don’t think she’d have permitted me to walk out the door without accepting the position. I had gently broken it to Roxana the same evening, and she was actually really supportive of it. She kissed me and said she was proud of me for following my dream, and then of course teased me and pinched my stomach (something that was now actually possible) and advised me not to taste-test my food too much.

The arrangement was working perfectly, as my situation had gone from having to lie and sneak around to get any kind of food, to having it in abundance always. Autumn and I worked well together in the kitchen, and she was a very doting feeder – there was no other way of putting it, really. I still felt a sense of shame after doing some research, realising that I was a feedee, and Autumn very much my feeder. After all, nearly every calorie that wasn’t salad that went into my tummy was made by her. Every new pound of fat on my body was a direct result of what she had put into me.

I pinched my lower stomach, one of the two areas of my body that had certainly got thicker. It felt very exciting and hot that the fat I had between my fingers – as minute as it was – was formed by her. If it had just come from me buying snacks in a shop or ordering takeaway (although there were now a few snacks in our cupboards, but not enough to really make a difference), it wouldn’t be the same. It felt more special that my new friend was having a permanent impact on me, in the shape of curves.

I hadn’t yet broached that topic with Autumn, though, finding myself too shy every time I tried to. I wasn’t sure if Autumn herself was really familiar with the idea of feederism, and fat fetishes. How could I be sure it was a kink of her’s? Maybe she just enjoyed people eating in a platonic way. It was doubtful, I’d seen by now the growing lust in her eyes when she watched me, when I turned up in the kitchen that little bit softer every day. But I didn’t want to lose everything by repulsing her if I told her that I was enjoying getting fatter, that I was pleasuring myself quite literally daily as my body grew.

After all, after tonight, I had a growing fear that Autumn may be my only friend left if Roxana reacted terribly.

“Well, it’s very sweet of you, my Baby Belle.” Roxana said, snapping me out of my trance, “I know it will be delicious.”

I gazed to her again with a wistful smile on my face, my heart full of love for her. There had been rocky moments lately between Roxy and I for the first time in our relationship, but I felt like I was maneuvering through them pretty well. Even as I noticed she seemed less interested in showing me affection, my sex drive had grown as much as my body was and I couldn’t get enough. Even if Roxana didn’t like my new weight, there was only so much teasing and flirting she could resist before she succumbed. I was even on a bit of a dominant streak, using my weight (I know I’m still very much thin, but a little roleplay / pretend never harmed anyone!) to my advantage to hold her down (again, she could’ve very easily thrown me off, have you seen those abs?) and seduce her.

The confusing part was I could tell she enjoyed it. As much as I could see the conflict going on behind her eyes, I had the sense my new confidence intrigued her. She was so used to being in control and had no idea what to do or how to act with that being snatched from her without warning. She’d teasingly call me heavy, and before she knew it, I was straddling her and challenging her to try and lift me. She would try, intentionally holding herself back, claiming I was too heavy. We’d fuck.

One evening I was munching on a donut and accidentally let out a belch, and she’d laugh and call me a pig. We’d fuck.

I had never been too fussed about being sexual until now – don’t get me wrong, I wasn’t asexual or anything like that, but I just very much preferred the kissing and cuddling, the sweet affection side of a relationship. Roxana did too. The times we did have sex before were special and very intimate, every occasion memorable. But also, every occasion was very much me trying to appease Roxana, not caring about what I got out of it and making sure Roxana was pleasured. Now it was a two-way street.

So even though her attraction to me was probably lesser during the day, it came alive every evening and there as a new spark between us that had never been there before. Whilst deep within me that craving for her to find me sexy, compliment and show me affection at any time of the day as she used to, it wasn’t yet at a stage where the negatives outweighed the positives. I was growing, our sex life was growing, my bond with Autumn was growing… All was well.

I now weighed 120lb, an exact match to Roxana and a total of twelve extra pounds on my frame. The matching weight felt sexy, it was completely in line of the new dynamic between us. Five weeks had passed now, with three more entries to our measurement journal.

Roxana                      Belle
28/06/2023   120lb                           113lb
                        34.5”-27.5”-36”         31”-26”-38”
                        BMI: 18.3                      BMI: 19.4
                        Thighs: 17”                  Thighs: 18.5”

05/07/2023   121lb                            115lb
                        34.5”-28”-36”             31.5”-26”-39”
                        BMI: 18.4                      BMI: 19.8
                        Thighs: 17”                  Thighs: 18.5”

12/07/2023     121lb                            117lb
                        34.5”-28”-36”             32”-26.5”-39”
                        BMI: 18.4                      BMI: 20.2
                        Thighs: 17”                  Thighs: 18.5”

19/07/2023    120lb                           120lb
                        34.5”-27.5”-36”         32.5”-26.5”-39.5”
                        BMI: 18.3                      BMI: 20.6
                        Thighs: 17”                  Thighs: 19”

Overall, as well as the twelve pounds of weight, there were 1.5” more to my bust and waist, and 2.5” to my hips, further emphasising my pear figure. My thighs were now an inch thicker each, and my BMI had gone from to the very border of underweight to nearly halfway through the healthy category. I had already calculated I needed about another thirty pounds to reach overweight, but my initial goal with Autumn had been a total of twenty pounds. At the rate I was growing, I could reach that in two or three more weeks.

I knew within me I certainly wouldn’t stop there, but I wasn’t ready to accept that at the front of my mind just yet. The difference in my reflection was easy to see now, as I looked healthy rather than a little too skeletal. I’d lost a lot of definition, my ribs now only visible when I stretched, my collarbone now covered in a healthy layer of fat, my jaw line with a little more padding. My tummy was no longer perfectly flat, and if I was to rest my finger flat against my crotch, it now stuck out enough when empty to almost hide the finger. Still small, of course, but from my belly button down used to be near enough a straight line. Now there was a curve.

In terms of my clothes, I already had a preference for tighter outfits even before I began gaining weight. I could feel my clothes clinging to me more, and my favourite top had officially reached the stage where it was too small for me. I still wore it, of course, but the tight fabric now pinched my upper stomach, a solid one-and-three-quarter inches of flesh now showing. My favourite yellow jeans now took effort to get on, they now pinched my sides below my belly button – now, whenever I took them off, I was left with a red imprint all around me which took a couple of hours to fade away. I loved those imprints though.

My favourite thing about my shrinking clothes (or rather, growing waistline) was getting into them, and noticing the difference. Before it was a simple task, both top and bottom just slipping onto me effortlessly. Now, I had to pull my top down – if I didn’t, it would stay rolled up at the top of my tummy, so I needed to tug it to not look silly in public. The trousers, I now had to tug slightly to get over my thighs, and I had to suck in slightly to get the button done up. When I then released my breath, I instantly felt my tummy press against the waistband and I’m not going to lie, I had to resist then undoing them again to touch myself. It was a hard life, being attracted to myself for once. I knew it wouldn’t be long before I had to get some new clothes, as my outfits from the days when I first met Roxana were long-gone, having been convinced there was no way I would ever get so ‘fat’ again. Oh, how my views have changed in the last few weeks.

“And voila!” I exclaimed dramatically as I placed the starter in front of Roxana, before placing my own down, “Cod and crab dumplings for my beautiful lady.”

“Wow, these look delicious, Belle!” Roxana praised, inspecting the thin pastry cases with a drizzle of garlic butter sauce. I had made effort to make all the courses presentable as well, just as if I was at work, “Looks expensive too, I’m not sure I’ll be able to afford the bill…”

“Oh, don’t worry, there are alternative methods of payment.” I winked flirtatiously, cutting into the first dumpling myself, “And I accept tips, as well…”

“Mm.” Roxana giggled, “Well, I can probably now fit a few cash notes in your panties with those new hips of yours.” I smiled at her bashfully, appreciating the reference to my weight gain without it being a hidden criticism.  We both fell silent for a while, except for noises of appreciation from Roxy as she slowly consumed the starter, “This is wonderful, Belle.  I have to ask though, is there any special occasion for this?”

I swallowed my current mouthful, already nearly finished whilst Roxy was still on her first dumpling. I was too hungry to try and be dainty with it, three of the four parcels already settling in my gurgling stomach – she had gotten much noisier with her growth, I’d noticed. I also realised I had begun to view her as a sentient being (hence why I called her… her), which I found hot in a way – I’d even talk to her when I was alone as I rubbed her, reassuring her there was food coming and I’d look after her much better than I had before.

“Not exactly,” I replied honestly, taking a sip of wine, “I think it’d be good to talk, but we can do that after the main course whilst dessert cooks.”

Roxana raised her eyebrows, “There’s dessert?”

“Well, yes…” I replied in an anxious tone, “It’s a three-course meal, babe! You don’t have to eat all of it if you can’t manage, but I wanted to treat you.”

“Aw, babe…” Roxana smiled weakly, hesitating cutting into her third dumpling, “I’m not sure I’ll be able to eat it all, but if I don’t fill up on the starter and main, I can probably fit some dessert too.” Noticing my crestfallen expression, she quickly continued, “It is delicious! You know I don’t eat a lot, and I want to enjoy what you’ve made me rather than struggling and not.”

I nodded, forcing back my disappointment as I watched Roxana make her decision and put down her cutlery, two dumplings still on her plate, “No, no, that’s fine. I’m glad you’re enjoying it though. I’ll take the plates through.”

“Are you sure I can’t help?” Roxana asked, starting to pull her chair out to stand.

“I’m fine!” I quickly exclaimed, raising a hand to stop her, “Just sit back and relax, babe, this is for you.” I gave her a bright smile, climbing to my feet and grabbing her plate and placing it on top of my empty one, heading into the kitchen. I moved to the side, out of her view, and quickly grabbed the first spare dumpling and shoving it into my mouth, chewing quickly and swallowing. The second one followed immediately, and any evidence of Roxana’s leftovers had vanished without a trace.

Why waste it, right? I moved to place the dishes in the sink, wincing slightly as I twisted, the button of my jeans pinching my lower stomach – she was getting full already. Well, filled would be a better way to describe it, I knew by now she could fit a surprising amount of goods inside her despite her small size. My greedy girl.

I prepared the main course now, which was a fusilli pasta dish with a tomato sauce with chorizo, onion, and spices. I sprinkled some parmesan cheese on the top, neatening the dish and making it sure it looked appetising and professional. I ensured mine had several extra bits of chorizo to what was needed, carefully hiding them under the pasta. Roxana would have no way of knowing – I was tempted to add extra to her’s as well, but as I reflected on earlier, I wouldn’t ever do that to her.

“Enjoy!” I chirped; the main course placed on the table in front of us both. I grabbed the started bottle of wine then, refilling both of our glasses too. I had my own wine hidden in the kitchen, which I had mostly drank through to give myself some extra confidence. I could feel it already, suitably tipsy but hopefully not enough for Roxana to notice. I was buzzed and ready to tell my love my weird-as-hell secret. But food first.

“Looks great, Baby Belle.” Roxana complimented with a nod of gratitude, “Thanks.”

“Anytime, my love!” I grinned, noticing I could actually feel my softer cheeks stretch slightly with the gesture. That just made me smile harder, “If you need more cheese, just let me know!”

“I like seeing you so happy.” Roxy said, smiling to me. My eyes widened in surprise at the unexpected comment, fork full of pasta and sausage halfway to my mouth, “I can see how much your new job has helped you, and I’m glad you applied for it. I’m sorry I didn’t encourage you to follow your dream sooner.”

“You – uh…” I stammered, lowering the fork, “You don’t need to apologise, Roxy. You’ve been… so supportive now. I-I am enjoying it, a lot.” I licked my lips nervously, averting my gaze, “It’s… it’s not just the job that’s made me happier though.”

“Oh?” Roxy asked with an inquisitive tone, and I pictured her raising her narrow eyebrows, “Do tell.”

“L-Let’s finish the main course first.” I squeaked, shoving the full fork into my mouth hastily. A splash of source flickered against my chin from the quick movement, and I wiped it hurriedly as I looked to Roxana once more. She looked confused, a little nervous in fact. Swallowing with an audible gulp, I continued breathlessly, “It’s nothing – uh – bad. I think. Just… just enjoy the food first. Please.”

“Um… alright.” She replied quietly, the smile gone from her face to be replaced with worry. As she started to raise her first forkful, she paused, asking in a pained tone, “You’re not breaking up with me or anything, are you?”

“N-No!” I exclaimed, louder than I intended, “Definitely not! I love you, Roxy!”

“I love you too, Belle.” She replied in a relieved tone, but the worry was still etched across her features, “Well, that’s good. That’s… very good.” She placed the forkful of food into her mouth, in a much more lady-like manner than I just had. She closed her eyes, appreciating the flavours, giving a nod, “Mm. Very tasty, Baby Belle. If you cook like this at work, I may have to come visit this restaurant of yours.”

I tried not to let the panic show on my face, even as my mind blared ‘WHAT?!’. There was me thinking it would never be a risk for the health-conscious Roxana to visit the Jumping Doe, and a couple of weeks in she’s already suggesting it?!  Damn it!  Instead, I replied in a forced calm tone, “I’m glad you like it – this is made with much more love though and is significantly cheaper! I can make you meals like this in the comfort of our home at any time hehe, for mostly free.”

“Hah.” Roxana chortled, “Don’t worry, hon, I’ll be paying the bill later… if I can even move.” My eyes lowered to her middle, which I believed to be starting to look full – I was so used to her belly being literally unchanging, that any difference was obvious to my eyes, “Hey, don’t stare! It’s not like you can talk, Baby Belle.”

I blushed, quickly ducking my head into another forkful of the meal. Keep calm, Belle. It was true though, especially with a significant amount of pasta now inside me. It always bloated me a lot, and I could tell my tummy was now pressing over my waistband a bit, quickly running out of room to expand. It wouldn’t be long until I needed to undo my jeans, that thought as well as my anxiousness for the conversation to come, encouraged me to eat faster.

My plate was soon empty, even with the extra portion of chorizo I had given myself, whilst Roxana’s still looked more than half-full. I exhaled both nervously and pained, my hands moving discretely towards my jeans, before pausing.

It was the perfect opportunity to edge us towards the inevitable conversation, really. There was no need to hide it, Roxy would have much bigger things on her mind after tonight, I was sure, than evidence of me pigging out. This was the first time wearing my tighter outfits and actively stuffing myself, with Roxana being witness. Even without the conversation, my belly full of four meaty dumplings, more than a bottle of wine (including the two glasses I had downed at the table), a lot of pasta and even more sausage would be impossible to hide next time I stood. It was definitely one of the most bloated states I had been in so far, certainly the biggest in front of Roxy.

I edged my chair backwards a bit, pretending it to be a natural movement rather than deliberate. Step one complete, I looked around the room in a nonchalant manner, before giving another content sigh and slowly leaning back. With my chair pushed back from the table, and wearing my crop top, I knew Roxana now had a full view of my stomach. Step two complete. Finally, step three, I lazily reached towards the button of my jeans as if I didn’t realise Roxana could see, fumbled a bit (my hands were shaky from nerves), and undid them. My belly surged forward, and I could feel her brush against my hand as she explored her new freedom.

“Geez, Belle…” There we go… I looked to her with fake confusion, my eyes meanwhile examining her face for any emotion or reaction I could gather. Her eyebrows were raised once more, mouth slightly ajar as her dark eyes were focused on my belly – to be honest, po t belly was a fitting description right about now – I wondered if it would ever be a fitting description for when I was empty. “Maybe you should—” She broke off, sighing to herself, grimacing.

“Should what?” I asked uncertainly, this time not pretending.  I fought the urge to cover myself back up – I needed to stay strong. I liked – no, loved – how I looked right now, right this very second, there was no need to hide. Especially not from the girl I loved, who should love me.

“Maybe we should skip dessert.” Roxana blurted out, trying, and failing to keep her voice kind, “I… I’m feeling full, and… surely you are, as well?”

Well, the floodgates were open, the cat was out of the bag, the can of worms had been opened, the belly was out of the trousers… These weird analogies bounced around my mind as I tried to regain control of my emotions and find a productive way to continue this conversation. My instinct was to give in to my emotions and snap back at her, to let my eyes fill with tears, or to give up with the idea. No.

“I’m not…” I replied softly, forcing myself to look into her eyes. Hers were still fixed on my gut, disbelief written across her face – as well, painfully, as a bit of disgust at what the last five weeks had done to my waistline, and my appetite. “Why should I be?”

Her eyes raised to mine, seeming to plead with me, “Why do you think?! Look down, Belle!”

I did look down, and my heart hammered in my chest at what I saw.  I had heard people refer to their stomach as a dome before when full, and that was certainly suitable now. On top of my breakfast, lunch and after-work ‘snack’, my belly was packed full of food, and I knew I could easily fit dessert in there too. Five weeks, thirty-five days, over a month of constantly eating until I was full had definitely stretched my stomach, and improved how much I could fit in there.

When empty, my stomach curved outwards slightly to meet my hips – a pear, as I’ve said many times. Right now, however, the top of my belly jutted out at least two inches, actually sitting slightly in front of my boobs. My navel sat in the centre, slightly stretched by all the food inside me, and the soft curve of the flesh below was stretched, no squish to be found to make what was a perfect ball.

“…So?” I asked, my voice growing firmer as I looked back up. My heart continued to hammer in my chest, a mixture of anxiety, fear, hurt, and excitement filling me. I started to feel light-headed.

“…So?!” Roxana dropped her fork with disbelief, the metal clanging against the plate, “You were already stuffed before dinner! You’re always stuffed!  Do you think I haven’t noticed?! I’ve tried to not say anything because I don’t want to hurt you, but if you keep going like this… you’re going to get FAT, Belle!”

My hand moved towards my jeans, begging me to go inside as that last sentence filled me with euphoria. I forced myself to stay level-headed, but I knew my cheeks were red, I could feel my chest heaving, my growing boobs rising and falling with it. I shot to my feet, my bloated belly bumping against the table on the way up as the alcohol in my blood caused me to almost love my balance.  I regained my posture, my jeans hanging open, my top ridden fully up to rest crumpled upon my round, filled stomach. The results of my gluttony fully on display, the point of no return for this journey I had set myself on.

There was only one response I could muster in my mind, one response that would answer every question Roxana could possibly ask. My mouth opened, and I heard my loud shout fill the entire room, fill my girlfriend’s ears and mind, unleash every emotion I was somehow keeping within me right now.

“I want to get fat, Roxana!”

Silence.

A/N: Geez, that was a bit long, but easily my favourite chapter so far. Hopefully it comes across alright!! The secret is out of the bag now! No turning back for Belle. How do you think Roxana will respond?

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Chapter 7

Thud, thud, thud, thud, thud.

I placed a shaky hand on the table to steady myself, feeling slightly dizzy with all the emotions that filled me right now. My breaths were quick, my heart was beating way too fast for comfort, as my entire life seemed to be floating in the space between me and Roxana at the moment. My declaration had left the tanned girl stunned, her mouth slack, brain trying to process what I had just said. I wondered what she was thinking, how she would react. Laughter? Denial? Insulting? Or maybe accepting? Maybe, just maybe, Roxana was the kind-hearted soul I tried to believe she was. Maybe what my body looked like wouldn’t be enough for her to dump and abandon me. Maybe I should feel guilty for how I judged her.

The scraping of a chair was the first true sound to answer my declaration, as Roxana pushed herself to her feet. She towered above me, her jaw now clenched as she approached me. I hesitated, stepping back, and swallowing nervously. She closed the distance quickly, and placed a hand on my shoulder as she said in a surprisingly croaky voice, “You don’t mean that.”

Ah, so… Denial.

“I-I do.” I replied breathlessly, placing a hand over my heart to try and calm myself down – I’d had panic attacks before, and this was starting to feel like one, “I’m sorry… I’m sorry, I know you’ll find that weird as hell, but I can’t help it! I hate not being able to eat what I want; I hate feeling insecure and pressured to keep my body thin… I hate feeling like I let you down…” My speaking got faster and faster, my eyes filling with tears.

Roxana’s expression softened, and she gently grabbed my other shoulder and looked me in the eyes, “Belle, it’s okay. Look at me… you don’t let me down, alright? Please just breathe.” I tried to hold back a sob, but it escaped in a choked noise anyway as I threw myself into her arms. I felt my stuffed belly press into her. She wrapped her arms around me, and I nuzzled myself into her chest, breathing in her scent and absorbing everything I could from this embrace – who knew if there would be another one?

“Belle, I will always love you.” Roxana eventually continued, keeping me in her embrace and rubbing my back soothingly. The inevitable ‘butt’ of this conversation held me in suspense, and sure enough, “But I cannot let you do something so dangerous to yourself. I could bore you with all the facts and data about being overweight and what it does to your body, your heart, your mobility… but I know that you know it all. You know it’s a stu—a bad thing to do. I am sorry, truly I am, for making you feel this way.” Her own voice started to sound choked, “I know this is my fault, and please forgive me… if I hadn’t controlled you so much the other way, you wouldn’t feel this need to escape by bouncing in the other direction.”

I felt numb in her embrace, digesting her words with as much difficulty as my belly was trying to digest the abundance of food inside her. It definitely wasn’t the worst reaction she could’ve had, considering she was not only embracing me but also apologising, but it also wasn’t the best. In fact, it was probably the most difficult reaction she could’ve given me – at least flat-out denial or rejection could’ve been dealt with or countered, but I couldn’t help but let myself listen to her words, maybe she was right?

After all, my sudden desire to put on weight had come out of nowhere, unlocked by my impulse decision to tell Roxana how I felt about her control. Was it just the freedom and excitement to do what I wanted, accompanied with a pretty girl encouraging me? Maybe it was… I moved a hesitant hand to my belly, trying pathetically to tug my jeans together, to hide her away, to pretend she wasn’t there… she groaned in protest.

“Look…” Roxana continued, separating slightly, and drying my tears with a delicate brush of her thumb, “You’ve got yourself to a healthy weight now, right? A perfect weight for your height and frame, in fact. I’ve seen how happy you are, you seem blissful – so isn’t it best to stay as you are?  It’s understandable that you think gaining more will keep making you happier and happier, as that is what you’ve felt so far. But if you put more weight on, it will be much harder to get it off again when—if you realise it’s not making you as happy as you thought it would.”

She kissed my forehead as I bowed my head in torn confusion, battling against myself to resist her words, but how could I? Every piece of logic within me agreed with her, because after all, it was abnormal to want to be fat. Yes, people can certainly appreciate ‘curves’ and love themselves at a higher weight. But those people didn’t just… choose to be fat, they just accepted what it was and made the best of it. Right?

“I love you, Baby Belle.” Roxana said softly, tilting my chin up so I was facing her once more, “I love every inch of you.” She gave a light laugh, adding, “Even the new inches. I didn’t think I would, but I really quite like this new bubble butt of yours too.” She reached down to squeeze it – my butt had definitely inflated a little bit, “And although I did it teasingly, being able to pinch a bit of skin whilst we kiss has its benefits too.” I gave a feeble chuckle in response, causing Roxana to sigh regretfully and ask, “Have I hurt you?”

I didn’t know how to respond. Any response I gave that wasn’t to argue would be agreeing with her, and I hadn’t reached that decision yet. This was my only chance to escape from the sneaking around and lying (well, except Autumn) – if I accepted Roxana’s words as fact, then it was over. Was it over?

“You haven’t hurt me.” I eventually mumbled, sitting myself back down. I grimaced, fumbling under my belly as one of the flaps of my jeans had tucked itself under, causing it to irritate me, “I… I will think about what you said, okay? If you’re right and it’d be a mistake, then I’m sorry I didn’t listen. I will be cautious about it, and you’re welcome to check in with me about it, and also explain your own feelings…”

Roxana’s shoulders slumped slightly as she stared at me in shock.

“But I’m not stopping, not yet.” I declared, grabbing my discarded fork, and shoving a quickly-cooling heap of pasta and spicy sausage into my mouth, swallowing it loudly to prove a point, “And I love you, Roxy, but I need you to accept that. I know it’s too much to ask for you to support me, but I don’t think it is asking too much to… be okay with my decision.”

She turned away from me with a sigh, approaching the nearby sofa and leaning on the back of it as she consumed my resistance. I silently willed her to just accept it, even as my imagination fantasised about her turning and offering to help me. That was wishful thinking. I knew whatever Roxana said to me next would be the deciding factor for our relationship going forward. My heart felt like glass, potentially about to be shattered.

“…Alright.” She finally said in a pained voice, head bowed so I could only see her ponytail of dark hair resting against the back of her neck. She gave a deep sigh, standing straight again and turning to me with a hint of sorrow on her face, “I’m sorry I can’t be happy about this, I just can’t. But I love you Belle, and so I do accept it. Just… if I think it starts to affect your health, I cannot stand by and do nothing. Please just be healthy, okay?”

“Thank you, and… I will.” I immediately felt lighter, expelling the breath I hadn’t known I’d been holding. That was it, the hardest part was done – no more hiding myself, no more baggy clothing, no more pretending to be neutral or ashamed of my growing weight.  My mind jumped then to the things I would miss, and in a shy tone, I asked, “Um… this is probably pushing the line a bit, but I actually really liked it when you teased me.”

Roxana looked flummoxed, staring at me with wide eyes. It only took her a moment to recover, “I-I know you do… I’ve always known that, but obviously then I didn’t realise…” She sighed slightly, “Look, I don’t want this to change our relationship just like I’m sure you don’t. But unfortunately, some things will have to change. I will try to act as I did before, okay? But every time I tease you now, well…” She gestured helplessly to nothing, unsure of how to continue. I could help there.

“…You’re worried you’ll be encouraging me?” I finished for her, and she nodded reluctantly, “I get it… but if it makes any difference, I’d eat exactly the same amount as I would without you teasing me. The only difference would be I’d want you more, which isn’t a bad thing right?”

Roxana laughed, unable to help herself, “No that’s not a bad thing, Belle. Your new confidence is a turn-on for me – it’s always been my biggest turn-on, to be honest. All I’ve ever wanted is for you to be confident in yourself, I just didn’t think… well, I thought that was achievable being skinny.” She sat down herself, resting back against the frame of the chair as she continued trying to process what had just been revealed in the last few minutes, “I will try – it may feel a bit forced to start with, but I guess it will get easier once I get used to how you’ll react… piggy.”

Even with how forced that last word was, I closed my eyes and allowed myself to feel the shame and satisfaction from that word. I shifted in my seat, before opening my eyes again with a lustful look towards my girlfriend, “Mmph… careful now, we’ve still got dessert before I take payment.”

Roxana smiled despite herself, finding my reaction endearing, “Good job I’ve saved room, then…”

I allowed myself a moment to recover, before standing up to my feet, my bloated belly proudly on display with no attempt to refasten my jeans or hide it.  I saw Roxana looking at her, and although she may never look upon my growing belly with attraction or desire, the fact that this time she didn’t look disgusted was enough for me. Maybe this could work. I desperately hoped it did. I grabbed her half-full plate as I had the starter, placing it on mine, heading away.

“Belle?” Roxana asked, and I halted in my steps, looking back to her questioningly. She hesitated, her eyes lowering to the plate in my hands, before back to my eyes, “You’re going to eat my leftovers, aren’t you?”

I bit my lip, eyes widening guiltily, working out how to reply. The new information shared between us would need some adjusting for me as well as I examined Roxana’s face, as if searching for a reason to deny it or avoid the subject. As if sensing this, Roxy gave me a small smirk, and that was all I needed. “Um… maybe?” I said playfully, the obvious pretend shyness in my voice, encouraging Roxana to continue.

Roxana took in my reaction, steeling herself, knowing exactly what her next words would do to me if she uttered them.  She closed her eyes a moment, before firming her jaw in her decision to please me, and said, “Go on then, my piglet.”

Clash.

The plates almost toppled off of the counter as I carelessly dumped them there, and Roxana only had time to half-exclaim, “Woa—” before I had thrown myself onto her lap, locking my lips against hers and wrapping my thicker thighs around her and the back of the chair.

“Thank you!” I gasped between kisses. I was in heaven right now, unable to believe that not only did I still have a girlfriend, but she was intentionally saying things to make me happy despite her reluctance, and she was kissing me back with passion that couldn’t be faked, “I love you!”

Roxana wrapped her arms around my hips and stood up with some effort, holding onto me in the process with her strong muscles. I could tell it wasn’t as easy as it used to be, especially with how full I was, and as she dropped me onto the sofa and climbed on top of me, I could tell she had been struggling and probably wouldn’t have made it to the bedroom.

I was powerless as she forced my tight top from my body, and I watched her take in my swollen belly for a moment. I desperately hoped for her to look at her fondly, to touch her or kiss her, but that was too much to ask for.  Instead, she focused on my breasts as she next removed my bra, kissing them and moving up and towards my softer collarbone and neck as her left hand began tugging my already undone jeans down my leg, allowing access to the area that craved her touch the most.

I gasped as my panties were pulled down then, her hand taking a moment to fondle and squeeze my plush behind before her fingers then slipped inside of me. The next minutes were pure ecstasy as our bodies entwined, fighting to get as close to each other as we could.

I could feel myself getting close, when Roxana shifted her body slightly to get more comfortable, in the process pushing a little too hard on my stomach.

BUUUURP!

Whatever Roxana’s response would’ve been was to forever be unknown as I tugged her closer to me again, kissing her even harder as my thighs tightened around her hips, making it difficult for her to still reach me, but by now it was beyond my control. Everything felt so good, everything was perfect, and even after I belched my girlfriend was still kissing me back.

Dr unk on alcohol, feelings, and horniness, I parted my lips from her. My girlfriend seemed aroused, confused, and uncertain as she gazed at me. I had one more request, one thing that I felt I was subconsciously holding onto before allowing myself to orgasm. The idea of ruining the moment didn’t cross my mind as I gasped between quick breaths, “Feed me…”

“What?” Roxana paused in kissing and touching me.

“I’ve… been greedy again…” I continued, my back starting to arch as I moaned when Roxana continued, more uncertainly, “I… have to finish everything…. If I’ve been greedy…”

Realisation dawned in Roxana’s eyes as to what I meant, thinking back to the pizza and chicken incidents, “Belle, I don’t kno—”

“Please!” I begged, grabbing her non-busy hand, and placing it on my bloated middle. She recoiled, but I held her in place firmly, “Please… like her…”

“Belle, I-“

“Feed me!”

“No!” Roxana shouted more forcefully, wrenching her hand away from me and climbing off me. The haze clouding my mind evaporated instantly, leaving me naked, embarrassed and what had been only moments away from an orgasm. I clenched my legs together, scrunching my eyes shut and calming myself down, regret filling every inch of me.

“Rox… I’m sorry…” I managed to mumble, pressing my hands into my forehead, “I’m sorry, I don’t know what came over me… I didn’t mean to push you…”

Roxana had her own head in her hands, pacing back and forth as she looked anywhere but at me, her bigger boobs heaving as she too tried to recover from the hot moment we had just had. “No! This needs to stop! It’s… it’s weird! It’s wrong! You’re Belle, you’re meant to be skinny! Not… not fat, not stuffed, not… burping, asking to be fed like it’s normal! You’re a freak!”

My insides turned cold as ice, vision blurring immediately as my eyes filled with tears. My heart, described as glass not long ago, now shattered so violently I was sure I could hear it. Humiliation consumed me, and not the hot kind, as I shakily pulled my panties back up, tugging my jeans up too and trying to fumble with the button to do them up – they would not close, my choked sobs kept on pushing the two flaps away as they forced my stomach to relax. I gave up, throwing my top on, ignoring the bra, and hurrying into the bathroom, the door slamming shut behind me. I threw myself against it, shaky hands locking the door, before slumping to the floor and bursting into tears.

“Belle… Belle, I’m sorry!” Roxana called soon after, banging desperately on the door. I could tell from her voice that she was crying, “Belle, I didn’t mean it! Please, I’m sorry!”

“G-Go away!” I shouted back through my sobs, “Just… leave me alone.”

“Belle, please…” She begged, her voice seeming to descend in direction. I could tell she was now slumped against the door just like I was – only inches away from me but also so far, “I’m really sorry… you’re not… you’re not a freak. It’s just hard for me to accept…”

My crying just became louder and more uncontrollable, burying my face in my knees, unable to stop.

“Babe…” Roxana’s voice was reduced to a whisper. Despite how quiet it was, I could feel the amount of guilt pouring from her, “Please… don’t hate me. I-I know I don’t deserve you; I just don’t know how to be… as free as you are! Or as open-minded… Please don’t leave me.”

“I-I don’t want to leave you…” I replied, voice muffled through my knees, “And I don’t hate you… you should hate me…”

“Never, Belle… you’re perfect.”

I laughed in a harsh tone, “How can a freak be perfect? How can someone who’s not a skeleton be perfect?”

“Easily!” She protested, “It just means I’m a shitty person. But I’ll try to be better, okay? I promise… it was just too much, too soon. Surely you understand that?”

“I just know that no matter what I was feeling,” I replied, my tears slowly subsiding as hurt and anger replaced my sorrow instead, “No matter what you had done or said, no matter how angry or hurt I was… I would never say something like that to you. Never.”

“…I know.” She replied in a sad, defeated tone, “I am so sorry. Please tell me how I can make this better.”

“I don’t know.”

“I could…” A pause, and I frowned curiously, before she continued, “I could feed you?”

I swallowed, gradually lifting my head from my knees, “…You’d just be thinking I’m a freak the entire time. You’re just offering that to try and say sorry.” There was the shifting of movement on the other side of the door, before I heard Roxana’s quick steps heading away, “Rox?!” I called, wondering if I’d gone too harsh. I considered going after her, but I couldn’t find the energy, the thought of her seeing me and my stupid fat gut too embarrassing. (I would apologise to my stomach later, she’s definitely not fat!)

It was a couple of minutes before Roxana’s footsteps returned, and she banged on the door again, “Belle, open up!”

“…Why?”

“Please.”

“…Alright.” I sighed uncertainly, forcing myself to my feet. Lethargically, I unlocked and slowly turned the handle, hiding my body behind the door as I opened it to spare myself the embarrassment, “What d—wah!”

Roxana suddenly pushed me firmly, sending me stumbling back from the door, stuffed gut and all, “Sit.” She ordered harshly, and I did so without arguing, my eyes fixed first on the outfit my girlfriend was now wearing, and second on the bowl in her hands with the heavenly smell of the apple pie I had baked earlier. My earlier protests were vanished, as suddenly my biggest hope was becoming a reality, no matter the journey to get to it.

She was dressed in her dominatrix outfit, something she had only worn a handful of times when we had experimented. Those had been hot evenings. Black leather tights clung to her legs and muscular thighs, black fingerless gloves that reached to halfway up her forearm. Upon her head was a black feathered headband, Leather shorts with silver buttons that barely covered her ass. A tight bra that only just covered the top of her nipples, showing plenty of cleavage and helping to push her boobs up to make them appear bigger – almost as big as Autumn’s, I couldn’t help but notice. Finally, coming down from the bra the leather material strapped in a criss-cross across her toned stomach, crossing just above her belly button.

“R-Roxy?” I stammered in a gasp, feeling a slight pain from my butt where I’d landed roughly. She said nothing, but pointed sharply at my legs which were currently beneath me, and I quickly outstretched them in front of me. She gave a praising nod and a smirk (which still looked a little uncomfortable, but I really didn’t care about that right now!), as she lowered herself forcefully to sit on my lap, strong legs wrapping around me as she was now inches away from my face, her breath quick and nervous no matter how much she tried to roleplay her dominant self.

“I love you.” She said honestly, the façade breaking for a moment as she took the time to talk to me, “I am really sorry, and I will give this a go, okay?”

“Rox, I…” I started, but she put her free hand against my mouth.

“I have always enjoyed teasing you.” She continued, keeping her hand clamped over my mouth – the leather was cool against my jaw, “Your reaction is always endearing, and it makes me feel dominant… and I-I guess when I made you eat that pizza and the chicken, I…” She took a deep breath, “I enjoyed that too, knowing I had so much power over you that you stuffed yourself until it hurt. O-Obviously I was doing it for a different reason then, but… even if I didn’t feed this to you, you’d eat it anyway, right?”

I gave a desperate nod, “Yes…”

“Please just give me a chance.” Roxana begged again, staring at me meaningfully, “You gaining weight will be hard for me to just accept and be on board with, but… maybe the teasing and the feeding will be okay?”

“B-Before you, um… feed me,” I couldn’t believe I was saying those words, “Can we pretend you’re not dressed like a badass bitch for a minute and cuddle? I really need a hug…” Roxy laughed, and I managed to break a teary smile myself. She climbed off of me and opened her arms for me to snuggled into her.

Enough of the sappiness, right? We’re all here for the next part.

“You sure you’re okay with this?” I asked with worry. Roxana was straddling me once more, the stern look back on her face, spoon currently digging into the pie. My clothes were off once again, and I was entirely naked.

“Yep.” Dominant Roxy was certainly back, her single word answer almost a snap. Excitement built within me, “You want to get fat, huh?” Her slap against my belly shocked me – it was hard enough to leave a sharp sting, and I was confident there would be a handprint that would fade after a few moments. I winced, but I was used to this – a bit of roughness was common for us, I enjoyed it, “Well? Do you?”

“Y-Yes…” I replied obediently, giving a nod of my head.

“Fine, then. You will be my pig.” She continued sharply, “You will obey me, and you won’t complain. Disobedient pigs get punished.”

“O-Oka-“

Pinch.

“Ow!” I yelped as Roxana suddenly squeezed my lower stomach, her nails digging in.

“Did I say to speak?!” She demanded, and I shook my head with wide eyes, “That’s right. That mouth is only good for eating. Open.” I opened my mouth without hesitation, and immediately a big spoonful of fluffy pie, sweet apple and thick custard was forced in. “Good.” Roxy praised, “You enjoying it?” I nodded, cheeks full as I quickly chewed and swallowed the large mouthful in bits, “You don’t look like you’re enjoying it, prove it – put those hands to good use.” I looked confused for a moment, looking to her for reassurance as I gradually put my hand between my legs. She nodded curtly, “Good piglet. Now, you’re not allowed to climax until this bowl is empty and its contents all in that big gut of yours, alright? If your hands stop moving or I hear one moan before this is licked clean, there’ll be trouble!”

Considering I had to stifle a moan just from my fingers getting to work and the way Roxana was talking and treating me, this would be a challenge. Roxy noticed though, giving a rather evil sounding laugh, “A difficult ask, huh, piglet?  I suggest you eat quickly, then.” Moments after I managed to swallow the first mouthful, an even bigger spoonful was shoved into me. I had to make two attempts to get all of the custard in. I glanced to the bowl, realising now that it wasn’t just my portion that Roxana had helped into a bowl. Her large slice was there at all, meaning the entire pie I had made – I was thankful I had chosen to make a small one suitable for two people (more like one greedy person and one normal…) as opposed to a full-sized pie – was in this bowl and expected to be eaten in a frighteningly short deadline.

“Move your fingers faster, pig.” Roxana suddenly snapped, reaching below now to pinch the softening underside of my thigh.

“Mmph!” I cried with a mouthful, almost ch oking on pastry and custard.  I circled and chewed faster, my head leaning backward as once again, I could feel myself close to climaxing. I quickly forced the half-chewed mouthful down my throat, unable to stop myself from burping soon after thanks to trapped air from how quickly I was eating. Cheeks red from embarrassment and excitement, I quickly opened my mouth for more.

“Good pig, oinking for her mistress.” Roxana purred, before casting the spoon to the side, the instrument clattering on the floor. I looked confused, almost disappointed as it seemed she was done. But then suddenly, the bowl was thrust in my face, “Look at me being nice, huh? I’ll hold the bowl here for you, pig, but I swear if my arms get the slightest bit tired there’ll be trouble. Eat!” I began to raise my hand to reach for the bowl, before yelping as Roxana slapped it away, “Are you a pig or not?!” I nodded, “Pigs don’t eat with their hands!”

I thrust my face forward into the bowl, warm custard immediately applying itself to my cheeks, nose, and mouth as I started grabbing bites of pastry with my teeth. Several times, I had to pause, using all of my focus to resist the orgasm that was begging to thrill me.  Roxana, despite herself, seemed to be into this almost as much as I was. Was this just her being nice? How could it be? She could have just used a fork and gently fed me my slice of pie, and she would have fulfilled my request satisfactorily.

Instead, she had dressed up, given me extra pie, made me pleasure myself, made me literally eat like a pig, and was majorly ramping up on the teasing. That was above and beyond just being nice. She liked it. And it made this entire thing sexier. These thoughts were enough for me to lose my focus, and I gasped as I felt the start of the orgasm take me.

As the waves of pleasure flooded my body, I suddenly felt rough hands clenching at my flesh, pushing down on my bloated belly. I screamed in pain and ecstasy as Roxana bit on my erect nipple, her left-hand slapping and pushing on my stomach, her right hand squeezing and pinching every bit of flesh she could grab around my thigh and my lower butt cheeks that she could access. My body was far beyond my control, writhing and bucking as tears streamed down my face from the pain. The hot, thrilling pain of a naughty piggy Belle, unable to obey my sexy mistress.

After what felt like hours, I lay panting on the bathroom floor, drenched in sweat, my body heaving. Flakes of pastry and dollops of custard were around my face, in my hair, some on my boob that must’ve fell from the bowl. Patches of my ridiculously stuffed belly were sore and red in the vague shape of a handprint. Angry red pinch marks patterned under my thighs, a couple of them even leaking slightly with blood. My nipples were sore and stinging, incredibly sensitive to the touch as I tried to keep the after-effects of my pleasure going.

Just when I thought I was recovered, Roxana approached again, sitting now on my full stomach. I didn’t even try to hold in the belch, because how could I with an entire person’s weight crushing my poor tummy that had literally no room left? It made me struggle for breath; I was gasping. “Aw, piggy can’t breathe?” She said softly, leaning forward close to my red face, “Well that’s a shame, because piggy didn’t finish her dessert. You suffering?” She removed one of her gloves with her teeth, spitting it out to the side, before reaching into the bowl with her bare hand, before thrusting the squashed gooey pudding into my mouth, before whispering:

“Too bad, because apparently I quite like having a little piggy, and we’ll be doing this every night from now on.”

Without warning, she thrust her own fingers into me, sending me into an even hotter second orgasm as I struggled with the food still in my mouth, and the meaning of her last words.

A/N: I originally planned to save this one for tomorrow, but you may as well have it now! I was super unsure about this chapter as it's my first time writing a scene like this, so I really hope it was alright!

[lsactt]

Just to let you know there will not be another chapter until Sunday evening at the earliest (BST) as I am visiting my parents for the weekend where I won't have access to write or update! I thought it was worth saying this as so far the longest gap between chapters has been 48 hours! I was worried you'd all think I was dead when I'm about to double that...

No promises for a chapter Sunday either but I will be able to keep writing at least - chapter 8 is at 2,000 words. There will be more Belle (literally), Autumn and Roxy soon! Thanks for all the reads and reactions ❤️

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thank you. Super chapters 

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Excellent story, love the building upmost the characters. And now Belle, with two feeders, the gates shall be open 🥰

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Chapter 8

“Good morning, my blossoming Belle!” Autumn greeted in a sing-song voice as I shuffled my way into the restaurant kitchen. The growl-inducing aroma of cooking food filled my nostrils, “And there’s the music to my ears I look forward to!” The round chef continued, turning to face me as my belly groaned her own greeting, before her face fell to a frown, “Dear God, Belle, what happened?!” She hurried over to me with genuine concern, her white chef apron as usual covered in splatters of sauce already.

“I don’t wanna eat… ever again.” I groaned as Autumn grabbed me a chair, gently nudging me down into it. The motion jiggled my full tummy, sloshing its contents around vigorously.

“Now, now, you don’t mean that.” Autumn said sternly, frowning at my comically spherical gut, “I’m very confused – it’s ten in the morning, why do you already look more stuffed than when you leave in the evening after consuming half of my kitchen’s ingredients?”

“Someone… beat you to it…”

“What?” Autumn seemed genuinely perplexed, but she was still marveling my swollen stomach.  She hesitantly reached a hand towards it, and I did nothing to protest, slumped back in the chair with my arms lifeless behind me, dangling uselessly. I was dressed in my new uniform, a button-up white jacket that (sadly) didn’t show any stomach (at least when I was empty), and black-and-white striped trousers. A white hat was on my head, of course, because for some reason that was a chef essential. The jacket and trousers had been getting tight the last couple of weeks, and right now my bellybutton and the surrounding stretched skin was peeking out the bottom of the jacket, the trousers unbuttoned.

I let out a moan of both pain and pleasure as I felt Autumn’s gentle hand on my stomach, quickly making its way under the jacket so she could feel just how full I was, “Someone else has… stuffed you?”

“Stop talking…. Sexy, Autumn…” I mumbled, “It’s too early…”

“I’m not trying to talk sexy.” Autumn chuckled, “It’s not my fault a simple nonsense word like stuff drives you crazy. And you’re as stuffed as a teddy bear right now.”

“Mm…” I squirmed, “I’m too full and lazy to be turned on right now, stop it!”

“Well, I can’t help you with that, I’m afraid.” Autumn sighed slightly, before starting to gently rub in circles around my belly, starting from the top where I felt most full, around my bellybutton and to the softer part of my belly (admittedly not too soft right now) and continuing, “I can maybe help with the pain, though.”

“Damn, that feels nice…” I gave a contented sigh, sliding down in the chair slightly so my belly was now facing upwards, making it easier for Autumn to lift my top up and keep on rubbing her, “It does really – urp! – help with the pain.”

“Happy to be of service.” Autumn grinned, before stopping and patting my belly instead – I appreciated the drum-like sound that echoed across the kitchen, “But anyway! I asked you a question, and I think I have a right to know who’s been muscling in on feeding this tummy I’ve devoted so much time to crafting?” It had been true, after all – before yesterday, every extra pound of me had been directly or indirectly added to me by Autumn. Either with her providing the food herself, or her directing me what to eat as part of her meal planning.

“Um… Roxy.” I replied a bit anxiously, rubbing my belly myself now that Autumn had stopped.

“Wait, what?!” Autumn exclaimed, entirely baffled by my response, and also seemingly quite worried. I honed in on that reaction straight away, watching as the fat chef’s eyes widened first in shock, her vibrant eyebrows shooting up and her plump lips staying open after her exclamation, ajar in her surprise (I couldn’t help but stare adoringly as this emphasised her second chin).  But then her eyes softened, avoiding making contact as her brows dropped lower into a frown. Her lips touched again, the second chin now a soft curve under her jaw, which seemed to have tightened.  The playful cheeriness was gone, and Autumn seemed almost anxious, “…How did that happen?”

I jumped into the story, giving every detail of Roxana’s reaction – the positive aspects, at least - the freak-calling and cruel comments were best left unsaid. When I began detailing Roxana turning up in an outfit and feeding me, Autumn cut me off, “I-I get the picture…” She turned away from me, approaching the counter as she pretended to look busy.

"Is that a problem?" I asked with some worry, my searching eyes willing Autumn to reach a little further as she started absently rearranging various spices lined up on a shelf. My wish came true as she stretched up to reach one that had been nudged back, and I was treated to her tight jacket pulling up, soft flesh exposed at her sides, her substantial belly protruding forward with doughy fat. I hoped my belly would look as cute and hot as Autumn's if I got to her weight. A thick roll of chub hung over the waistband of her trousers, hanging lower at the front as she reached forward to form a lovely double belly - just as I'd witnessed when I first met her.

"N-No." My viewing was cut short as Autumn turned back to face me, tilting her head slightly as she looked at my awed expression, "She's your girlfriend, I'd have no right to… have a problem. But I suppose I'm a little sad, yes, if you want me to be honest." Autumn was very honest; she didn't waste time with white lies or hiding her feelings. She said what she thought - not in a rude or blunt manner, she still had a 'filter', but just like the napkin note at our first encounter and her perhaps over-friendliness with my body and tummy, she was willing to share any thought that crossed her mind, with anybody. It was quite an endearing trait of hers, as it was refreshing being able to believe something someone said straight away.

"Of course, I want you to be honest." I replied quietly, tugging my jacket down as much as I could and heaving myself up with a grunt, approaching my boss slash friend slash feeder slash denied crush, "Why are you sad? It doesn't mean anything has to change here. I will still eat everything you offer me, even today, I promise!" I tried to give a bright smile, but I was fairly sure I just looked panicked. After all, following this morning's surprising awakening, I didn't think I could fit literally anything else in there.

I had been awoken by Roxana sitting on me without any warning, a spoon full of cereal being shoved into my still semi-snoring mouth before I could say 'good morning'. I swear she fed me all the cereal we had in the house, and all the milk. It certainly wasn't a pleasant feast, and it made me feel quite sick, as hot as it was to be woken in that way. Immediate reassurance that last night wasn't a one-off, or a dream. As me and my stomach were left gurgling in complaint of way too much cereal, my girlfriend then had made several sandwiches which she proceeded to force down my throat. I was quite proud of myself for how I managed to keep it all down - Roxy's idea of feeding seemed to be to use whatever was in the damn kitchen. She was probably trying to hold back on calories too - I suppose I should be grateful she didn't just inflate me with water or stuff me with celery and lettuce.

"It's silly." Autumn sighed, before seeming to remember something and grabbing a nearby plate with my usual breakfast of traditional English goodies, "I doubt you'll be able to eat it all, but feel free to give it your best shot, it would for sure make me feel a bit better." She gave me a flirtatious smile that made my heart flutter, and I quickly grabbed the plate and began working on it even as my stomach moaned in protest, "Good girl." She praised, and I ate faster, "I felt special with it just being me, it was our thing, you know? I know I'm a bit weird, but… well, I love seeing you get a tiny bit thicker every day, knowing that every new pound was because of me." A faint brush painted her cheeks as she averted her gaze, "...You were basically letting me live my fantasy."

I stared bashfully at her, a bit of egg-white hanging unnoticed from my lip, "Oh, Autumn… I'm sorry, I… well, I honestly half expected to come to work today a single woman." Autumn grimaced, giving a strange smile, "The last thing I expected was for Roxy to even permit a single calorie to pass my lips after I told her."

"Even if she had known of me, would you have stopped her feeding you?" Autumn asked, eyes serious as she gazed at me. She looked sad, and it made my heart hurt a little bit.

"I…" I refrained from answering on instinct as I actually considered the question, "Well n-no, she's… um, she's my girlfriend. Even if she doesn't like the thought of me gaining weight, the fact she enjoys feeding me - for whatever purpose - well, of course I want my girlfriend to be involved in this. That doesn't make what we have any less special." An awkward silence fell between us as Autumn stared at her feet (only able to see them because she was leaning back against the counter, my mind found it worth noting), working through whatever she was feeling. I did feel bad, after all, I had also loved that every pound and inch I had gained so far was from her. Whenever I was by myself and pinched the tiny roll of chub forming around my waist, I felt a buzz that the soft flesh between my fingers was only there because of Autumn. A permanent part of this girl who had already changed me so much, a literal change on my figure.

"Thanks, Belle." Autumn finally said, offering me a feeble smile as she looked up, "I'm sorry for being silly… I'm just worried you'll forget me, and regardless of all this, you're my friend now and you mean a lot to me, okay?"

I grinned at her, "Aww, you're gonna make me cry. But I'll never forget you, alright? You and Roxana are very different, and it's easy for me to look at you both… um… feeding me very differently to each other too."

"Why do you always say that word so hesitantly?" Autumn chuckled, "Feeding. It is that, is it not?"

"Well, uh, y-yes…" I stammered; cheeks hot as I busied myself in my breakfast. I realised I was halfway through, apparently there was room after all. Or maybe I just had two stomachs - a Roxy stomach and an Autumn stomach. That would be ideal, really. "Just… I…" my voice seemed to raise two octaves as I squeaked quickly, "Is it?!"

Autumn feigned ignorance, "Is it what?"

"Areyoufeedingme?" I blurted, "A-Are you a feeder?"

Autumn stared at me for a few moments in horror, turning my heart to stone before her expression broke and she burst out laughing, and my heart slowly stopped weighing me down as I realised she was teasing me, "Oh, Belle! You're so adorable, I can't cope." She laughed even harder as my blush deepened at her compliment, "Ahaha… but yes, of course I am. I'm sorry, I thought you figured that out on our first chicken outing - after all, you grabbed four pieces. Maybe you were just greedy from the start, hm?" I felt major relief that my suspicion was correct. It was a ridiculous thing to suspect, it was as obvious a feature of Autumn as her large breasts. But part of me still doubted - maybe she was just a foodie, maybe she liked watching people eat but didn't care for the weight, or maybe she just thought I was too skinny and would stop when I reached a 'normal' weight. Autumn gave me a kind smile, "I know this is very new to you, Belle, so let me know if you have any questions."

I had loads.

"What do you like, exactly?" I asked, eager to get even more reassurance, "Do you just like me eating? Or me being stuffed? Or do you want me bigger…? And how big? Only a little bit? Chubby? As big as y–" I broke off, eyes widening.

"Are you calling me fat, Belle?" Autumn frowned.

"Uhhhhh…"

"Oh, you're too easy!" Autumn cackled, pulling me into a side hug and squeezing me. I smiled at this; she really did give the best hugs. "I've told you before, I know I'm what society would call 'fat', although personally I'd describe myself as pudgy, maybe chubby. I didn't intend to become fat or whatever you'd call it, nor did anybody but myself make me so. But I like being this way. Please stop thinking it's an insult, because it's not - there should be no negative connotations to the word 'fat'. None of this 'Oh they're pretty even though they're fat', but rather, I am pretty and fat. Or just pretty fat, because not everybody thinks I'm pretty and that's okay."

"You are pretty." I said shyly, looking up at her and meekly adding, "...And pretty fat."

Autumn giggled, releasing me before moving her hand towards my lips, "My dear, you've had this bit of egg hanging from your mouth for ages now. As endearing as you look, I'd much rather it be inside you." I froze as with a delicate finger, she brushed across the skin between my lip and chin, my eyes lowering to the strand of egg white now across her finger. That finger was now positioned in front of my lips, Autumn looking at me expectantly. I obediently pressed my lips to her finger, gently taking the bit of food and swallowing it, "Good girl." Squirm, squirm, "Haha… I love seeing your expression whenever I say that." She looked like she wanted to say more, to do more, but we both held back, knowing that the line of 'too far' was already very close to being severed, parts of it already long breached but still hanging on to a strand of morality.

"To answer your questions," Autumn shattered the heavy moment quickly, "Yes to everything. I like you eating, and I like watching you eat. To me, there is nothing worse than serving somebody a meal and they just eat it because its food and they need food. It could've been a microwaved half-frozen pasta **, or a delicious steak cooked to perfection, they don't care. But you, Belle, you taste the food - every mouthful means something to you. I could sit and watch you eat all day, entirely irrelevant of everything else behind it. If I didn't sense your true appreciation and passion of food when I first saw you heading into the Sub House, we wouldn't be here now." That was a lot to process, I didn't even realise anything was on my face when I ate, but thinking about it I couldn't deny her words - I always had enjoyed food. I may not have eaten a lot of it, but every mouthful was a story to me, it’s why I wanted to be a chef. "So yes, I enjoy watching you eat. Especially when you eat because of me."

Autumn gently took the fork from my hands, poking it into half a sausage that remained on the plate, and then dipping that into the tomato Ketchup dolloped to the side. She then slowly brought the fork towards my lips, and I closed my eyes and opened my mouth obediently to accept it. "See? Your face tells me everything, every flavour you sense. It's as if you taste and chew it as much as you possibly can before you finally swallow. I love it." I blushed but made no argument - it was true.

As I finally swallowed, I opened my eyes, staring longingly to the fork as Autumn placed it back onto the plate. The girl would often pass me random scraps and pieces of meals, which I would take from her and eat. But what she had just done, lifting the food right to my mouth, that had never happened. It was a total contrast to Roxana last night, forcing the pie roughly into my face, commanding me to swallow it quickly and already giving me the next mouthful before I was ready. This was gentle and tender. Both were extremely hot in their own ways, mind you, but I really wanted Autumn to continue - for me to just sit down and have her feed me the rest, one forkful at a time, with a few 'good girl's and maybe even a couple of belly rubs to make it perfect. Sigh.

"Your next question was about if I like you being stuffed, right?" I nodded affirmatively, and Autumn continued, "Yes. If a customer leaves my restaurant not even a little bloated, then I'm offended! I love it when people overindulge in my food, but more so with you, my dear Belle. When you're nice and full, much like you are now, it's… well, very cute. You look blissful, sleepy and I get the craving to hug you and let you fall asleep on my shoulders." If my life was a cartoon, my eyes would be literal hearts right now at that thought, "And it goes without saying, that your full tummy looks adorable too. I like it when you have to undo your trousers, or tug your shirt down, and then continue to eat now you have more room. Am I weirding you out yet?"

"N-No!" I breathed. Weirded out was definitely not what I was feeling, "Keep going… please."

Autumn gave a slight knowing smile, her tone beginning to shift, "Now, do I want you bigger…? Yes, dear Belle, I do. The first thing I do every day when you get here is examine you from head-to-toe… are your clothes any tighter? Can I still see your collarbone? Is your jaw any softer? Your belly, back to being flat and empty having spent the night working hard to digest what I fed you yesterday, seeing that slight extra hug of your jeans around your hips instead… Mm, it's my favourite thing." God damn it, why was this turning me on so much?! And Autumn knew it, clearly, the evil woman was teasing me, "As for how much bigger… I don't want to wish away a single day, Belle, I want to see every pound on you - see where it goes, see what it causes… and that will never stop."

"...Never?"

"Never. Or rather, it will only stop when the bliss on your face stops, when the smile fades, when the thrill you feel about your changes disappears."

"And if that happened tomorrow?"

Autumn chuckled lightly, "It won't. But if tomorrow you decided you were done, then I would accept it." Searching my face for my reaction to this, she continued with a growing smirk, "I would be sad, but I would accept it."

"S-So how much bigger?" I asked again in a tiny voice, drowned out by the heart hammering in my chest.

"You really want a proper answer, don't you?" Autumn laughed.

"...Mmhmm."

"Belle, you don't need my permission." Autumn reassured me in a firm, but kind, tone, "You don't need anybody but your own mind and soul to give you reassurance over what you want. If you want to eat and gain weight, then you damn well do that! But I will appease you if it will help you. I like bigger women - or rather, I like a woman who starts off skinny and then blossoms into a happier, bigger woman."

"So… fifty pounds, maybe?"

Autumn snorted in exasperation, "Okay, we are playing your game." She stared at me, clearly picturing fifty pounds in her head, "Mm, you'd be a bit pudgy I suppose."

A bit pudgy? At 170 pounds? My heart raced even faster. "Eighty…?"

"Ooh, two hundred pounds!" Autumn exclaimed in a dreamy fashion, "Getting sexy and chubby."

A hundred pounds past where I started, at near double my initial weight, and only chubby?! I felt excited, wondering when exactly what I declared to Roxy would become reality. Not that Autumn's opinion was law, obviously, but for me right now? It was.

"So, wait, you'd want a girl that was bigger than you?" I questioned.

Autumn looked a bit confused by my wording of the question, taking a deep breath before answering, "I mean, I would no doubt put on a lot of weight alongside whatever girl that would be. I like eating together, and there is a thrill to me of both of us getting bigger. But ultimately, in my fantasies, I imagine myself as the smaller one, yes." I imagined Autumn getting fatter next to me, and it surprised me that the thought of her being even bigger did nothing to deter how attractive I found her. In fact, I found myself morbidly curious to see if she ever did get any bigger - I had to start keeping track of her appearance.

"One-hundred-and-fifty!" I exclaimed suddenly, confident that would get the answer I needed, "No way you'd find 150 more pounds of Belle attractive.

"270? Hmm, yeah, that's getting a bit fat I suppose." Autumn shrugged carelessly, "But you're so close to three hundred, why not keep going?"

My eyes were wide at this, "Y-You would really want me that fat?"

Autumn gave a deep sigh, "Belle, I just want you to be happy and do what you want to do. You could throw any number at me, and I would be very happy about it."

"Fine then! Four hundred pounds."

"Total or on top of your existing weight?"

"...On top of it!"

Autumn licked her lips, "Well damn, I'm gonna need some bigger door-frames."

"N-No way would you find me attractive that big! That's huge!"

"Try me, only one way to find out." Autumn winked, before her face turned more serious, "As long as you are happy, you do what you want. Check in with yourself regularly, okay? If seeing 130 for example makes you panic, then you can stop and reevaluate. I'll support you for as long as you want me to."

"I'll always want you to."

She looked at me keenly, before saying softly, "But it is your journey - yours and Roxana's."

The reminder of my girlfriend hit me like a brick, immediately bringing me back to reality, "...I somehow doubt she'll be around still if I ever got that big." I chuckled uncertainly, looking away from Autumn with confusion. Something about knowing that by getting bigger, Autumn would find me more attractive both thrilled me and unsettled me.

“I’m not saying this to be a bitch,” Autumn responded softly as she gazed at me, “But if she ever dumps you just for putting on weight, then she is cruel, especially if you have now told her it is what you want. And if that does happen, then…” She fidgeted slightly, but managed to maintain eye contact, “…Then I will be here for you.” I gazed into her eyes, and we both were aware of the true meaning of that. I felt a pang of sadness in my heart that I wished would go away. I was happy with Roxana, I loved Roxana.

“Unless, of course,” Autumn suddenly continued, smiling slightly, “You are both polyamorous, like me, in which case I can ‘be here for you’ now, really quite happily.”

I looked stunned for a moment, blurting out before thinking, “I-Is that you asking me out?!”

Autumn shrugged, trying to hide her nerves and hope as she said, “Maybe. Is that you saying yes? I didn’t think you two w-“

“No… no, I’m so sorry.” I quickly interrupted, my heart breaking as I watched Autumn’s hopes be shattered. I quickly placed my plate (now empty) down and rushed over to her, wrapping her into a hug, “I’m so stupid, my first response should’ve been that we’re not… I’m sorry.” I felt flattered though as I processed what Autumn had said, “…I’m flattered, though, and I would certainly say yes if… If I was single.”

“It’s okay, Belle.” Autumn replied softly, rubbing my shoulder before separating from me, “Don’t worry, I’m fine.” Before we could say anything further, we flinched as the door to the kitchen opened and the waiting staff entered ready for the lunchtime shift, “Oh crap, is that the time already? Hate to ruin the moment, dear Belle, but let’s get cooking!”

“Y-You got it, boss.” I quickly replied, trying to pull my jacket down over my stuffed stomach in panic before any of the staff noticed. They had normally gone home by the time I got this big, after all.

The shift went agonisingly slow as I processed our conversation – the feelings were becoming impossible to push away, every time we almost bumped into each other as we worked, with her brushing my arm affectionately as I let her squeeze past. Every time she let me sample taste her dish, every time she gave me a small batch of extra food with a fake excuse of ‘whoops, put too many on!’. Every laugh, every smile, every word…

It was obvious from the moment I laid eyes on her, but I was falling for Autumn. I should let her go, distance myself from her, give myself time to remind myself of why I loved Roxana. Especially with my girlfriend starting to show me support. But the thought of doing that killed me – I couldn’t.

I just needed to outgrow this love. No, this crush. If only it was as easy as it will be to outgrow this jacket.

A/N: Good to be back! I know it's only been a few days, but it feels like ages after writing so much last week! Hope you enjoy this scene between Autumn and Belle.

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Chapter 9

“Why aren’t we doing this at home?” I asked nervously, looking around at the busy gym. It had been almost a week since I was last here, which may not sound long for most people, but for me it was a huge difference. This place used to feel as familiar as home, but now my visits had trickled down to just once or twice a week – compare that to six times, and you may understand how odd this felt.

There were men and women of varying sizes all jogging on treadmills, pedaling on exercise bikes, lifting weights and other various activities. I noted the chubby lady from the day I met Autumn who I’d accidentally offended when I jokingly called myself fat, and I noted with an impressed feeling inside me that she looked to have shed a few pounds. I thought she had looked great already, but good for her. I wondered if random lady was thinking the same of me – finding it amusing how the skinny blonde who’d joked about fatness was now starting to thicken up herself?

Mm, that may be a new fantasy for me, random lady did seem to look at me quite a lot.

My belly and I are in week nine now of growing together! It was now early August, England was scorching hot and us Brits were well underway with our switching from complaining about rain and wishing for the sun, to now complaining about the sun and wishing for rain. I liked the heat, but even for me, it was hot. I wanted to just tear my clothes off and lie under a fan all the time. Roxana teased me saying it’s my new ‘insulation’ – maybe she was right.

Roxy and I were stood in front of a set of scales. I had always thought people who weighed themselves in public under so many judging eyes were insane, especially as these scales talked. That’s right, Roxana was expecting me to step on this judgy robot and have it monotonously announce how fat I was getting to the whole gym.

…I’m definitely not excited. Nope. Shut up, brain. And you, stomach.

“Why not do it here?” Roxana asked innocently, stepping onto the scales herself first, “Saves the battery for our poor battered scales at home, right?”

“One-hundred-and-twenty-one pounds.” Mr. Robot Scale blurted, drawing some jealous glances from various gymgoers nearby. Random lady looked as well, and I noted her eyes settling on me. God damn, was she waiting for me to step on?

 “Our scales aren’t battered!” I exclaimed in genuine confusion, “They’re not even a year old, what d—oh.” I realised mid-sentence from Roxana’s smirk and raised eyebrows, chin gesturing to my softer middle, “Oh shut it! I’m hardly at a scale-breaking weight!” Yet…

“Whatever you say, my baby Belle.” Roxana shrugged, hopping off of the scales before frowning, “Damn, that had better be muscle weight rather than you being a bad influence, piglet.”

I blushed, looking around erratically to see if anybody had heard my girlfriend call me that. Roxana had gotten very used to the new extremely hot pet-names for me, and they were now slipping out – I couldn’t tell if intentionally – in public. I had to flee from a supermarket when Roxy nearly gave an old lady a heart attack by calling me a ‘greedy pig’ and patting my belly right in front of her when I picked up a box of four chocolate muffins. I could hear Roxana cackling behind me as I fled. Fortunately (or maybe unfortunately, depends which part of my brain you ask), nobody seemed to have heard this time.

“Get a move on, babe.” Roxana sighed dramatically, “Before you cause a queue.” She tapped the scale with her foot to awaken it, and then looked to me. I took a deep breath, bracing myself for the awful (sexy?) humiliation I was about to feel, and began to lift my foot. I squealed suddenly as Roxana wrapped her arms around me from behind, lifting me clear off the floor and dumping me quite gracelessly onto the scale. I wavered, trying to maintain my balance as I recovered from that shock.

“Rox, what the fu—”

“One-hundred-and-twenty-eight-and-a-half pounds.” Mr. Robot droned, and my complaint of Roxana’s actions was lost to the thrill of hearing my weight. Roxana had started blindfolding me during our weekly measurements now, so I was left frustratingly clueless to my progress for a while now. It was three weeks to the day since I matched Roxana in weight at 120lb, and now I’d gloriously soared past her to be half a stone heavier!

128.5 pounds… I felt slightly dizzy as I realised I’d cleared eight stone entirely, that milestone that seemed so huge at the time when I first hit it… I was now past it and over nine stone!  I was twenty-two pounds heavier now… Hell, I’d exceeded my initial goal! The highest weight I could ever remember myself being was 126, when I met Roxana. I was much less weight conscious back then so it’s entirely plausible I may have been higher in my life, but I had never measured myself as such.

Four years, four years of salad, subconsciously ignoring being hungry, of watching everything I ate, counting calories… it felt fully over. What Roxana had caused with my body, there was no evidence left. I was heavier now than when I met my girlfriend, only a little bit but still heavier.

“…Babe, are those tears in your eyes?” Roxana asked, snapping me out of the trance with a jolt – damn it, I completely forgot to see if Random Lady was judging me. Roxy tugged me down and hugged me tightly, “It’s okay, babe, you’re still a h—” She broke off, and I actually felt proud of my girlfriend for stopping herself, “It’s okay babe… why are you crying?” I squeezed Roxy back tightly, incredibly grateful that she took a moment to think about what I was feeling rather than defaulting to ‘Belle must be sad because she’s putting on weight’. That meant the world.

 “Thank you, babe.” I sniffed, wiping the tears with the back of my hand, “They’re not sad tears, it’s just… whoo,” I sighed, taking a deep breath, “I’m just happy. With myself, with how I look, with… with us.”

I knew Roxana needed a moment to process that, to put together her feelings and reactions. I knew that in her mind she’d be questioning how I could possibly be happy when in two months, I’d put on one and a half stone in weight. How I could possibly be happy jumping from underweight (as if that was an achievement to be proud of) to a BMI of nearly 22, to being closer now to overweight than I am to under. In her warped mind, I was basically overweight already, for in her mind overweight may as well be morbidly obese. I didn’t care. The fact that Roxana was now taking the time to think and not verbalise those thoughts were what mattered.

“I’m glad you’re happy, Belle.” My girlfriend said softly, kissing me lovingly on the cheek and holding my hand, “That’s all I want, that’s what’s most important to me…” I wanted to ask what she was thinking, I wanted to know how she felt about this even though it would hurt me.

“Were you hoping they were sad tears?” I asked quietly.

“That’s not fair, Belle.” Roxana responded with a hurt tone, “I’m doing everything I can to support you… literally everything.”

“I-I know.” I quickly replied, giving her hand an apologetic squeeze, “I just… I need to know. When you look at me, do you still find me attractive? Do you still like me?”

“I love you, Belle.” Roxana said firmly, placing her free hand now at my softer waist, her thumb brushing against the flesh of my stomach and her index finger stroking my back, before hesitantly she squeezed thumb and finger together. Oh, God, she was squeezing my love handle. I didn’t even know I had a love handle. I have a love handle?!

Whilst before when she teased me about having one when I clearly didn’t, any attempt for Roxy to pinch me anywhere stung because there was nothing to even pinch. Right now, however, she had a fingerful of… fat pinched, and it didn’t hurt, it didn’t stretch the skin away from my body. It was already settled there, and she was just squeezing it. It felt so good, and I forced myself against my girlfriend, locking lips. My concerns could wait, right now my beloved paying specific attention to literal fat on my body was more than any words she could say.

Roxana kissed me back passionately, the hand previously holding mine abandoning me to instead mimic the actions of her other. Now both my sides were being squeezed as she explored my mouth with her tongue, just as her thumb explored the new layer that hugged my middle, a layer of something she hated… but a layer of me, a layer of something she loved. As turned on as I felt right now, this kiss we shared was one of love, acceptance, and passion. I could feel the meaning and emotion in each kiss I gave, and in each I received. This was Roxana telling me it was okay, telling me she loved me, telling me she would always love me – even if she didn’t love my choices. I hadn’t even noticed the tears falling from my eyes again.

 

***

After once again being told off by the gym receptionist, Roxana had proceeded to measure herself, and then me. Roxana was the same as ever, and if you need a recap that would be 121lb, 35”-28”-36” and thighs of 17”. My former numbers are ingrained in my mind, for comparison three weeks ago they were 120lb, 32.5”-26.5”-39.5” and thighs of 19”.

Those numbers were now 128.5lb and ready for it…? 33”-27.5”-40.5” and thighs of 19.5”. Seeing that my hips had now exceeded forty inches was sexy, it just seemed a huge number. I was a little frustrated that my waist – although significantly softer – was still not matching of Roxana’s, the stupid giantess! Not far to go though, and an entire extra inch on both my waist and hips in only three weeks felt a remarkable achievement.

Even better, the results were visible too. I was really starting to develop a small tummy now, maybe it was partly due to being always stuffed, but my stomach now started to curve out just above my belly button, continuing outwards to form the slightest pooch of a gut – from the side, my lower stomach now sat slightly in front of my boobs. Some people may just see that as me having a small bust, as my stomach is still very small. But I prefer to be optimistic, and so I see it as me getting fat.

From the front, my belly button looked… looser? More relaxed, I supposed. Previously rather compact due to the muscle surrounding it, it was as if it had more room as what was once the beginning of abs was now dissolved into softening flesh. Or maybe, as I had been poking and prodding it a lot in recent weeks, it had just stretched. Either way, it had changed from a typical fit girl belly button to a softer, inviting chasm in the centre of my tummy. From something irrelevant to something special. I looked a little bit wider too – my stomach now had a generally soft, feminine appearance, flaring into my hips that were now obviously wider than my shoulders. There was a glow to me, as opposed to looking half-starved and skeletal. Any part of me I touched, whilst obviously not squishy or fat, still contained a pleasant softness. I had a body, for the first time in ages, as opposed to what just felt like a shell.

The extra twenty-two pounds were very apparent on my clothes, as well.  My favourite outfit was no longer wearable, not really. The racer style top constantly rode up to sit at the top of my belly, but the main issue was the pinching at my armpit and around my chest, it was too uncomfortable. I’d have happily worn it otherwise, even if it did show off almost my entire belly as opposed to just one inch as it started.

My jeans on the other hand, well I couldn’t even button them up anymore, and the material at the left thigh split last time I tried wearing them. They were still hung in my wardrobe though, I definitely had plans to keep on trying to put them on as I got fatter, until they were nothing but ruined shreds. Even my gym wear as I wore now, the band of my leggings pinched my waist slightly, imprinting onto my belly.

Every aspect of my increasing weight, I adored. My softer face, my fuller cheeks, the soft bit of skin underneath my jaw that I hoped one day would start to mould into a second chin. Everything was perfect, and it was amazing to look in the mirror and not hate the skeleton looking back at me. I was Belle, for the first time in ages, I was Belle. New and improved Belle.

 

***

"One mile in six minutes." Roxana commanded sternly, pacing next to me as if she was a military commander. I was stood waiting on the still treadmill, very curious as to what was happening right now, "One mile in six minutes and you get this." She produced a pack of four donuts from her gym bag, drawing my attention immediately as my eyes widened, "Mm, you'd like one of these huh, piggy?" I gave a nod, biting my lip in an attempt to look cute. Attempt? Who am I kidding? I know I looked cute, and Roxy was trying her best to not smile at me. "Thought so. All you need to do is run - after all, a mile in six minutes is nothing to a trim girl like you, you did it every day! An easy target, right?"

It genuinely seemed it - sure, my attendance had reduced, and I was a little bit heavier, but it's not as if I'd become a whale overnight. I was still far fitter than most people in the gym, it would be easy. Roxana's attempts to deny her pleasure at feeding me were pathetic now! She obviously wanted to stuff all four of those donuts into me, and I certainly wasn't going to complain. "Yup - let's get started!"

"However…" Her tone made me pause in my eagerness to begin, looking warily to my girlfriend as she rummaged around for something else in her bag. She soon drew out a small device with two metal prongs at the end. My heart seemed to stop as I recognised it as a taser - not a real one, clearly. Right? No, definitely a prank one, "If a pig misbehaves, they need to get back in line quick - the best way to discipline a misbehaved pig is a little shock to the butt." She smirked devilishly, "Clear? One mile, six minutes equals yummy chocolate donut. Failure equals a jab and a spark to your ass. Understood?"

"I…" I gaped at her in disbelief, even as excitement grew within me. As easy as this task was, the thought of being shocked was a scary one. But I trusted Roxana, she wouldn't do anything to actually hurt me, "I-I understand."

"Good pig." Roxana praised, leaning over to kiss my cheek. I would've enjoyed the affection more if not for the sinister device now only inches from my face. She pulled away and I prepared myself to start, looking towards the power button for the treadmill.

Bzzt!

"Ahhhh!" I squealed, my hand clasping my zapped behind as I almost fell off of the machine. Heads immediately turned towards us, but Roxana had already slipped the device up her sleeve and out of sight. Okay, that hurt! Not dangerously, no, but hell was I not going to let myself get zapped by that thing again! I'd show her. Roxana only gave me a playful wink as I continued to rub my softer behind until the pain faded, before I hit the start button and began gently walking as I adjusted the speed to ten miles an hour.

Just like riding a bike, I took to the exercise very quickly - I did notice a slight difference to my form, especially my tummy rubbing and rolling against my tighter bottoms - with one hand, I pulled the waistband below my stomach and that made it easier. It felt a little weird - and hot - as I could now feel my softer middle start to jiggle and wobble slightly, but really that only acted as motivation to move faster so it jiggled even more. Jiggle was an exaggeration maybe, but I could feel there was more to me, more that moved, more that weighed me down – as I already said, I had a belly, just a tiny baby one.

The first mile was easy, and I grinned as I glanced at the time – 05:46, not my fastest by a long shot, but I was hardly breaking a sweat so even if I did get more tired, fourteen seconds was plenty to keep to the limit.  I slowed my pace down a bit to a gentle walk, sending a charming grin towards Roxana, who didn’t look at all surprised at my success.  She gave me a smirk back, before saying sharply, “Don’t stop.” I frowned, but quickly went back to the original pace. Just before I could ask about the donut, my girlfriend retrieved one from the pack. It was a ring donut, soft and fluffy, with a thick layer of chocolate icing and rainbow sprinkles on top.  She held it a few inches in front of me, “Better reach for it, Baby Belle – no, not with your hands.”

Quickly getting the message, I thrust my face forward, managing to grab the treat with my teeth and tearing a chunk off. It was difficult to maintain my pace whilst doing this, and even more difficult to chew and swallow, and impossible to do so without getting chocolate around my mouth.  It was humiliating and hot, and I could just feel Random Lady’s smug gaze on me from behind. When the donut was finally consumed, panic filled me as I saw the time, and I now knew why Roxana was so confident I’d fail. Having to eat the donut whilst still running slowed me down (naturally), and I felt slight irritation that even had I still been 108 pounds, the task was too difficult! She’d set me up to fail!  But that donut was so nice, and there were three more…

I had two minutes left, but still had half a mile to run – I could forget about beating any records, I could forget about even matching my speed on the first mile. Even if it took 05:59, it was still a win, that was the best I could hope for. I could feel and hear my breathing accelerate as I pushed myself forward, the machine detecting my increased speed and adjusting the motion of the belt beneath me to match. I had moved from a comfortable run of ten miles per hour (which had probably reduced to six or seven as I ate) to fifteen to try and get some more distance under my belt.

My chest was visibly heaving as I finished with six seconds to spare, wiping sweat from my brow. Fear (of the thrilling kind) was starting to fill me now as Roxana reset the timer immediately – I had to learn from my last mistake, I didn’t have time to take a break. I needed to try and keep a good pace, so I didn’t need to frantically catch-up at the end again.

Donut number two was in front of me again, this time an extra four or five inches away. I looked accusingly to Roxana, but she simply looked smug and nodded her chin towards the donut, moving it no closer. I pushed my head forward, teeth barely able to get any grip on the doughy treat, and so I needed to literally run forward to get myself further up the running belt to get a good grip. I tore off as much as I could fit in the first mouthful, flavour pouring over my tongue as the chocolate filling burst from the donut.

I felt some of the filling drip down my chin, but I couldn’t afford to wipe it away. As I munched, I felt myself falling back on the treadmill, meaning I had to run forward again to get the second bite. As I bit into it, I accidentally withdrew my mouth too soon, a quarter of the dough falling onto the control panel of the treadmill.  “Don’t waste any, piggy.” Roxana’s order quickly came, before I heard the buzz of the taser, “No! No hands! I’ve told you already!” I stared in disbelief to the bit of donut, before to Roxy, “A tricky one, I know… looks like you may need to step off for a second.”

Crap.

I hopped off the machine, ducking down quickly to grab the escaped piece with my mouth, and then reaching up to grab the final quarter from Roxana’s awaiting hand.  I leapt back onto the machine, struggling to get back into the rhythm and knowing precious time had been wasted. I was starting to grow tired as well, sweat trickling from my brow into my eyes, irritating me. My stomach was starting to hurt as a stitch began to burn in my side, and the fabric of the waistband of my bottoms was starting to irritate my lower belly as it rubbed against her. I scratched it with a wince, my hands clammy and now just making the irritation worse from sweat.

I knew the state I was in wasn’t due to my increased weight, not fully. The pressure of the situation, the fact I was turned on, the fear of the device in Roxana’s hands – it all contributed to making me tire easier, less focused on pacing and breathing.  I could feel myself slowing down as the clock began counting the final twenty seconds, still with a quarter of a mile left to go.

“I-I can make it up in the next… mile!” I panted, looking desperately to Roxana, “The donut… piece threw me off…”

“No excuses, piglet.” Roxana replied calmly, testing the button of the device as I heard the buzz again, “I warned you of the consequences.”

Ten seconds, I was fully sprinting now as if trying to escape a threat. I watched the distance tracker’s digits race higher, taking me closer and closer to my goal. My chest and side burned, any focus of my breathing out of the window, a faint voice in the back of my mind reminded me that if I kept being stupid now, I had no chance of surviving the final mile. That didn’t matter – I didn’t want to be zapped, and I didn’t want to lose out on a donut!

Five seconds… eight hundred feet to go. It was impossible. Everything screamed at me to just give up, to use these five seconds to recover and prepare for the last mile. That was giving up. I couldn’t! I was a good pig.

Three… two… one…

Zaaaap!!

“Ahhhh!” I screamed again.

“The hell is going on?!” I heard a voice exclaim nearby, but I knew the taser was already hidden as I kept on running frantically into the next mile. Even as my left cheek burned, I couldn’t stop. Run, run, run. I had no idea my speed, for the first half a minute or so of my last mile I knew I was over-doing it. I felt myself tiring. Slower, sweat, heart thudding… I couldn’t do it.

And then the stitch fully developed into a stabbing pain, and I tumbled from the treadmill, falling onto my butt, and clutching my side as I desperately tried to catch my breath, eventually flopping onto my back. My shirt was folded up, stuck together with sweat. Chocolate was around my lips, my soft tummy pulsing up and down to match my breasts as I deeply inhaled and exhaled. I knew several people were staring at me, and I felt humiliated. And yet all I wanted to do was put my hand into my shorts and release the building thrill of the situation.

I felt some of the light fade, and I opened my eyes to see Roxana towering above me, the abs of her stomach tight and menacing as she crossed her toned arms beneath her perky boobs. “Bad pig.” She said sternly, and I just groaned and closed my eyes again.

The moment we got to the changing rooms; she was going to have to finish off the mess she had started. No question about it.

After my girlfriend helped me to my feet, supporting me as I shamefully exited the gym with basically every pair of eyes gawking at me, she flung me onto the hard bench of the changing room and did just that.  When I could no longer keep the sounds of ecstasy within me, she shoved the third donut into my mouth to shut me up.  I think the taste of sweet, thick calorie filled chocolate oozing into my mouth and down my throat as I orgasmed was a new favourite thing of mine.

God, I’m exhausted.

A/N: So Belle has exceeded her first target, and has no interest in slowing down. She may feel like she's getting big, but she's still tiny and has no idea just how far she has to go!  Thank you for all the reactions and support, maybe consider each like a pound more onto Belle's weight 😜

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Chapter 10

Hey there, my blossoming Belle. What’s your opinion on the beach?

I frowned slightly as my phone buzzed with an incoming text, before my expression brightened as I saw it was from Autumn, or ‘A’ as she was stored in my phone. Because that was the typical thing to do if you wanted to keep somebody hidden from a significant other. I was a crap person, right? I know…

“…and this girl didn’t understand why eating pizza every day was so bad when fat is one of the main food groups! She just wouldn’t get in her head that there are different types of fat, and that junk food isn’t the ‘correct’ way to get that nutrient. Isn’t that crazy?!”

“Yeah, crazy… Mm, pizza.” I replied with a distracted murmur to the rambling Roxana as I typed a message back to Autumn.

Never used to be my favourite place, but I never really saw my body as a ‘beach body’ before. Why?

Most people would call your former body a beach body.

True, but that didn’t stop me from feeling self-conscious as hell though.

So you think your thicker body will make you feel more confident?

Is that weird?

Absolutely not! That’s wonderful. Are you up for testing that theory?

You’re inviting me to the beach? When? I don’t know how I’d explain that to Roxy.

It’s a good job I’m your boss then, huh?  Tomorrow, pretend you’re going to work, sneak a bikini in, and I’ll arrange cover.

One problem. I don’t have a bikini – I used to wear a tank-top and shorts.

My poor dear… alright, new plan – pretend you’re going to work, we’ll go to the shop to buy you a bikini, and THEN we go to the beach.

Are you sure? I can try and go after work to get one today, I don’t want to be a hassle.

Never a hassle, my dear! Besides, I wouldn’t mind getting a new outfit myself – my snacking has gotten a bit out-of-hand lately and last year’s costume is showing a little too much boob and butt.

I don’t think that’s possible. Can’t you wear that one? It sounds great.

Haha! No – I’d rather not get arrested for public indecency.

Awww. Fine. We can both have a look then, I’ll leave a bit earlier tomorrow to head to ‘work’, then.

It’s a date! ❤️

I smiled to myself at the wording, even as guilt itched inside me.  Realising I was grinning madly at my phone for no obvious reason, I looked up to see Roxana frowning towards me, and my girlfriend questioned, “Are you even listening?”

“Y-Yes! Of course.” I stammered a reply, hurriedly putting my phone down and smiling feebly towards Roxana, “I was laughing about your dumb client.”

“I stopped talking about her two minutes ago.” Roxana replied in a dry tone, “I am now talking about another who’s now comfort-eating after breaking up with her boyfriend. It’s not a very funny story, Belle.”

“…Oh.” I replied, shrinking in my seat, “Sorry, I was… distracted.”

“That’s obvious.” Roxana said in a hard tone, looking quite wary. Fear started to clutch at my heart, “Who are you texting?”

“A-A friend from work…” I answered nervously, picking at a loose thread of my pastel green tank top – my answer was entirely true after all, so how could Roxana think I was lying?

“Oh.” Roxana looked away for a moment, exhaling deeply. As always, it was an uncomfortable subject to bring up anybody new in my life – man or woman, she was as suspicious of both. It really wasn’t a trait I liked about Roxana, but also, I knew she couldn’t help it. I braced myself for the inevitable questions. “You haven’t told me about making any friends at work.”

“W-Well, I’m there almost every day…” I answered quickly, attention moving from the thread to my bare midriff, drawing circles with my finger, “Of course I’ve made some friends – nobody really important, though, just… work friends, y’know?”

Roxana returned her hard stare to me, and I felt myself shrinking back even further as I looked into her dark eyes. Of all the millions of paranoid thoughts circling through her mind, she chose to just say in a heavy tone, “I see. That’s good.” She forced a smile, and I felt the fear ebb away – Roxy was making a real effort to be less… well, Roxy, lately. With my ever-increasing weight (I had no idea what that was, I had to wait until Roxana next put me on the talking scale at the gym. I’m hoping I’d hit 130 pounds though), and now this, she was forcing herself to be supportive and not to pry into business that wasn’t hers.

It hurt me a lot to think that this particular business was something she probably should be prying into. After all, if it was the other way around, I would be devastated. Moving on.

“I’m sorry, Roxy.” I said softly, reaching across to place my hand on top of hers affectionately, “I didn’t mean to be distracted, you’ve got my full attention!”

I did try my best, but the majority of my mind was now in the future, picturing tomorrow – the main event of my daydreaming being Autumn in a swimsuit. The dumb smile returned to my face even as my eyes were intently focused on Roxana complaining about her clients.

I wondered if Autumn wore a bikini?

 

***

“Belle! Hello!” I beamed as I spotted Autumn heading towards me, picking up her pace as she got closer. I couldn’t help but drop my eyes to her round middle as her belly jiggled slightly with the motion – sadly not much due to her preference for tight dresses. Today’s dress was a light blue A-line style with white daisies printed across, with a thin strap going over her shoulders and leaving all of her arms bare.

Her boobs, however, made up for her belly’s rigidness. Her sizeable cleavage was generous, and they wobbled and rippled as the motion of her jogging sent them bouncing up and down slightly. It was a good thing (mostly good thing) that the strapless bra she was wearing was secure enough to contain them, but not so tight as to restrict their movement.

There was one more surprise of Autumn’s form, and it quickly made me realise I had never actually seen her arms before – not fully.  Every time I had met her, she had either been in her chef uniform or wearing an off-the-shoulder dress or top where the sleeve covered her upper arms.  I saw now, for the first time, that on her left upper arm was a very eye-catching, very vibrant tattoo. Looking closer, I saw it was a phoenix, the mythical bird that would be reborn from its own ashes.

“Oh wow, Autumn!” I marveled as she came to a sudden halt, taken aback by my exclamation, “I didn’t know you had a tattoo?! That’s so cool!”

“Huh?” Autumn frowned, looking down at her thick arm, “You didn’t? Really? Huh, I guess it’s always been covered… that wasn’t intentional. But yes, her name is Amber! Isn’t she pretty?”

“Wait, you’ve named your tattoo?”

“No, silly, it’s a tattoo of my pet phoenix at home.” Autumn let that sink in, watching as confusion spread across my face, before giggling, “Of course it’s my tattoos name! Or did you think phoenixes really existed?”

“I, uh… yeah, dumb question.” I admitted with an awkward laugh, scratching my head, “But yes, it is really pretty! The artist did a really good job.”

“They did!” Autumn grinned back at me, clearly happy that I liked the tattoo, “Anyway, you totally ruined the running hug I was building up for. And it takes a bit of build-up for somebody like me, you know?” I laughed as Autumn opened up her arms, and I quickly embraced her, unable to help but rest my chin against the top of her breasts as I leant into her shoulder – hey, it wasn’t my fault she was taller than me, it was a natural place for my chin to be. I breathed in her sweet perfume and listened to her heartbeat. It seemed to quicken as she squeezed me. “You’re feeling a bit softer, is that the start of some love handles I’m feeling?” She asked softly into my ear.

“I know, right!” I exclaimed in a much louder voice, causing Autumn to giggle, “I was so excited when R—” I faltered, “When I discovered them.” Autumn gave me one last tight squeeze, before releasing me, and I could tell in her eyes that she knew I had been about to mention Roxana, but she hid her dampened spirit well. I then realised with a frown, “Wait, where are your glasses?”

“Contacts, my dear Belle,” She replied, tilting her head towards me with an amused smile, “Have you tried swimming with glasses? I figure they wouldn’t stay on my face for very long.”

“Oh, we’re going swimming too?” I asked with surprise.

“Well, yes, if you want to.” Autumn frowned, “I’ve never been one to just lie on a chair or blanket at the beach.”

“Oh, I thought…” I trailed off.

“Geez, Belle!” Autumn exclaimed in exasperation, “I’m not immobile, you know! I can still do normal human things like swimming and the occasional jog!”

“I-I-I didn’t mean that!” I squeaked, “I’m sorry!”

“Pfft.” Autumn rolled her eyes, but I could tell she found my fumbling funny, “Anyway, let’s get a move on! We’ve got to make the most of the day, no? Come – I imagine you’ve probably never been to the store we are going to, but they cater for the… uh, ‘larger lady’ as well.”

She squeezed my shoulder affectionately with a dimpled smile, before turning and heading away. I took a moment to watch her soft thighs brush together under the hang of her dress, before I followed, easily matching her pace, and having to slow myself down slightly to not pull ahead. I absentmindedly wondered when my own walking pace would slow, whether I would get out-of-breath quicker, how long before my thighs would touch – based on my body-shape so far and with an already minuscule thigh-gap, probably not long. More and more things I hadn’t thought of kept springing to my mind every day, but none of them did anything to deter me from my goal.

“Hey, you want a milkshake?” Autumn asked, gently taking my arm, and gesturing to a nearby stand in the centre of the shopping centre walkway, “My treat… of course.”

“Ooh, yes please!” I exclaimed with delight.

Autumn glanced at me, smiling with affection, “Your eyes are sparkling at the suggestion, who could say no to that face?” I gave her my most charming smile, and she laughed, “Well, that just earned you a large. What flavour would you like?”

“Banana ple—” I paused for a moment, having instinctively answered with what I had chosen for the last few years, “Actually, no, could I please have chocolate?”

Autumn gave a kind nod, replying softly, “Of course, dear Belle. One large chocolate milkshake!” I almost skipped after her with giddy excitement as we both approached the stand. There was no queue, but it wasn’t the hottest part of the day yet, it wasn’t even ten o’clock. “Good morning! Please could we have a large chocolate milkshake, aaaand a regular… ooh, strawberry cheesecake for me please!”

“Aww, you’re not getting a large as well?” I pouted, tugging the side of her dress.

“…Make that a large as well, please.” Autumn said with an exaggerated roll of her eyes, still grinning.

“Sure thing,” The woman behind the counter said with a smile, “Whipped cream?”

Autumn moved as if to ask me, before spotting my expression and turning back, “Yes please for both.”

“And sprinkles, please!” I added, “Oh, and a flake!”

Autumn giggled, “Anything else?!”

“I mean, I could probably take the entire sweet selection I can see…” I mused, before sighing dramatically, “But I suppose I can survive with just whipped cream, sprinkles and a flake.”

“You two are a cute couple.” The server commented with a grin, and I blushed. I expected Autumn to correct her, but the redhead seemed to just take it in her stride with a smile.  That unsettled me, the thought that somebody now fully believed Autumn and I were in a relationship… it didn’t sit right, and it made me nervous. But how could I bring that up right now? It would make things awkward for everybody, server girl included.

A couple of minutes later, and we were both walking away with large milkshakes in hand – mine looking significantly more indulgent than Autumn’s, piled high with whipped cream (significantly more than Autumn had, I noted – I guessed server girl really did find us cute), a large chocolate flake, and many rainbow-coloured sprinkles.

I took a deep sip, closing my eyes briefly in pleasure, “Oh God, that is heaven…”

“I’m glad you are enjoying it.” Autumn replied gently, “Because it sure is a treat watching you drink it.”

“Mm, just imagining all the calories trickling down my throat and making those love handles thicker, huh?” I said in a teasing tone, giving her a playful look as I put my mouth back around the straw, slowly sucking up more of the delicious drink, making my swallow obvious.

“You are a temptress, Belle.” She replied, before winking playfully and saying, “But yes, that is exactly what I am imagining… and hoping.”

“My tummy thanks you for your contribution, as always.” I declared, giving my stomach a playful pat, “I think she likes you a lot.”

“The feeling is mutual.”

 

***

Eventually with bellies full of milkshake, we found our way into a clothing store called ‘Self Love’, which bragged about having clothes and outfits for all sizes. There were poster-girls on canvases all around the store, many of them actually plus-sized. And I didn’t mean just ‘curvy’ as seemed to be the definition of plus-sized nowadays, but there were beautiful women displayed that were the same size or even bigger than Autumn.

I actually felt out of place, for once feeling the outcast for being the only skinny person in a clothing store. Although there were indeed options for smaller bodies, why would the ‘hot’ blondes shop at a store that also catered for those ‘gross’ fatties? They had their designer size zero shops a plenty. I stopped by a nearby rack full of plus-sized jeans ranging from size eighteen up to the thirties – half tugging out one of the biggest sets, I was sure I could fit two of me standing next to each other in them! I wondered what it would be like to be so fat that I needed that size – how thick and wobbly my thighs would be, how soft and plush my butt would be to squeeze, how low and jiggly my belly would hang, tucked into them. I wondered if I would hold the commitment to find that out one day – right now, it was all I could think about.

I currently wore size six jeans, of which I owned only a couple of pairs. They were my former ‘big’ pairs in case of emergency, but really, they were too small for me as well. I’d checked my latest measurements and really, I should be looking to buy size tens in jeans, or size eight at the very least. But I preferred my clothes to be tight, I wanted every curve to be obvious, I wanted people to see that I’d clearly put on weight recently, so recently that I hadn’t yet upgraded my wardrobe.

Realising I’d been staring at this huge pair of jeans for way too long that I was drawing attention from some nearby staff members who were watching me with disapproval, probably thinking that I was looking at these jeans in horror. I quickly dashed after Autumn, finding her in the swimwear section. “Where’d you get to?” She asked, flicking through various bikini tops that again I knew would dwarf me if I tried one on.

“Just… planning my future wardrobes.” I shrugged my shoulders with a grin, “And thinking about whether my dining room chairs at home would even hold me if I have an ass big enough to fill those jeans back there.”

Autumn chuckled, raising a brow, “I have a funny feeling if you ever broke furniture, it would go down as one of the hottest moments of your life. Am I right?”

“…Yeah, yeah you are.” I admitted, thinking about it, “Damn, how long’s it gonna take to get that big?”

“It won’t be a matter of days I’m afraid, dear Belle,” Autumn patted my shoulder, “No matter how many milkshakes and pieces of chicken you cram into yourself. The body can only grow so much.” I pouted, folding my arms in a sulk, before the redhead thrust a garment into me, “Anyway, we have a beach to get to. What do you think of this? I figure you’re going to want it to be revealing but correct me if I’m wrong.”

I did certainly want to be less conservative with my beach wear than I used to, but this seemed a bit extreme!  I wasn’t convinced any of my butt would be covered by this… small piece of fabric! But I trusted Autumn, and I never tired of trying on clothes too small for me, so there was nothing to lose.  The bikini top was a pink push-up style, which I knew would make my smaller boobs look great, whilst the bikini bottom was labelled as ‘skimpy hike’ – I wasn’t really familiar with bikini styles to what that really meant, but if it had the word ‘skimpy’ in it was certainly going out of my comfort zone.

I nervously followed my chubby friend into the changing rooms, both stepping into adjacent stalls. I heard the sound of rustling clothing from Autumn’s, and I tried to force the vision of her removing her dress from my mind. Focus, Belle, focus!

Turning my attention to the mirror, I removed by white flowing shirt that I had tied the bottom into a knot above my bellybutton, pulling it over my head and ruffling my blonde hair, leaving it with quite a hot swept look. I folded the top into my bag, catching my reflection as my tummy formed a few small rolls as I bent over. My size six jeans followed suit, the by now common imprint of too tight leg wear across my lower stomach was revealed as I tugged them off. I rubbed along the imprint gently, wincing slightly at the tender skin. Sorry, belly, but you and my butt look good in tight clothing.

Off came my aqua coloured bra next, and I took a moment to examine my naked breasts. They had certainly grown, and I had recently upgraded to a C-cup which sounded a lot sexier than B. I’d be happy to stay a C-cup if my body continued to insist the majority of my weight gain would go to my hips, butt and thighs – at least I could say I still had boobs.

And finally, my underwear, and I took a quick peek over my shoulder to admire my ass – each cheek was a sexy, soft-looking and pale (for now, I supposed) crescent. I placed my hand underneath my left cheek, and lifted it up, allowing it to drop – it jiggled for a few moments, before returning to being still. Now entirely naked, I gave my body one more once over, and I realised that I now knew the meaning of self-love. I loved my growing body – not in a vain way, but in appreciation. Every inch of me was perfect, only to be perfected more by the neighbouring inches I knew were coming in the weeks to come.

“You ready yet?” Autumn’s voice snapped me out of my inspection, and I scrambled to grab something to cover myself, but fortunately she had enough subtlety to not just burst in, “I’ll take it from the sudden crashing about that’s a no!”

“S-Sorry!” I stuttered, fumbling to remove the bikini from its hangers.

“Don’t worry, I get it,” She replied, “I did a lot of body exploration when I first grew, too.” Damn it, that thought is not helping, Autumn, “Let me know when you’re done, and I’ll come in.”

The bikini bra fit perfectly, indeed pushing my breasts up a bit to amplify their size, and the bikini bottoms were worse than I thought. Despite my significantly greater body image, I wasn’t sure if I had the confidence to pull this off.  The front was okay, and the fit was perfect by all logic, but both of my cheeks were on full display, with the narrow material only covering in between and disappearing from view as it traveled underneath. Skimpy was certainly true. It may be the biggest part of me, but did I even have the ass to pull this off?

“Are you alright?” Autumn’s concerned voice drifted through the curtain, “Not heard any rustling for a while… don’t you like it?”

“I… I dunno.” I replied in an anxious voice, “I don’t know if I’m… well, hot enough to wear this.”

“Nonsense!” The next thing I knew, the curtain was drawn back and I heard Autumn enter behind me. I was still staring over my shoulder, focused on my butt, not looking to her, “My, you are starting to look a little curvy!”

“Thank you…” I replied with a sigh, “But I don’t know if I’m… what do they call it, thicc enough for this. What do you—” I turned to face the mirror so Autumn could inspect me from behind, before I caught sight of the chubby girl in the mirror and my breath stopped. I had assumed she would’ve gotten changed back into her blue dress, I had assumed she wouldn’t be comfortable to walk into such close quarters with me in her swimwear, I had assumed this exact scenario wouldn’t happen until later on where it was much easier to ignore my internal and physical reaction.

God, she was beautiful. Before she even had chance to comment, I turned myself back around to face her – subtlety be damned, I was in the presence of a Goddess! 

Autumn’s hair was now down, the band that usually held it up in a bun removed. Her auburn locks curled and twisted naturally down past the back of her neck, the two usual curls still separated and hanging in front of her ears against her soft cheeks. With her glasses missing as well and the tiny amount of make-up she would usually put on to touch-up her face, it was like I was seeing the real Autumn for the first time.

Her grey eyes – full of life and affection despite the ‘dull’ colour, her freckles that dotted the top of her cheeks and across the bridge of her nose, the cute dimples that formed as she smiled, lifting her cheeks, and lifting the atmosphere of whatever room she was in even greater.  Her plump lips, as thick and inviting as her body, that told a story whenever they smiled, spoke or even breathed. Her soft jawline that soon disappeared into her slight second chin, a permanent layer of fat that softened the descent from her face to her neck and shoulders. There was so much to take in just from her face left bare to the world, that what lay beneath was enough to nearly make my brain explode.

Autumn was fat, in fact without the constraints of her tight outfits she was actually bigger than I had imagined. I knew she had gained a fair amount of weight the last few weeks just as I had, and it looked good on her. No, great on her.  Her chest put mine and Roxy’s to shame, tucked into a strapless bikini top in the shape of seashells, the top of her plump breasts soft and smooth except for a dusting of unobtrusive freckles at the top near where her cleavage made a soft Y shape. Each orb stuck out around five inches, and they kept a firm shape and lift rather than being dragged down by their weight. They were perfect, and I had to resist the urge to touch and squeeze them.

Her thighs were thick and soft but not that much bigger than mine which were quick on their way to being thunder thighs. Her butt, only visible through the mirror behind her, was shapely but with more of a square shape, pleasant soft dimples of cellulite dotting down into the back of her thighs. The fold of fat between her ass and thighs just called to me to grab it and squeeze. Her belly, though, was truly the centrepiece. Free from the nuisance constraints of clothing, she was proud to show herself in all her glory.  Surging forward from her chest and sinking slightly towards her feet, her stomach did a good job of hiding the top third of her bikini bottoms, her lower belly looking appealing and delightfully squishy as it formed a faint gentle w shape at its bottom.

Faded stretch marks striped vertically down both sides of her belly, clearly having scarred her for quite a while as they were a dull white rather than angry red. They did nothing to detract from her sexiness, nor from how smooth and plush she looked. Her bulging belly had the slightest of folds in the middle, the culprit of the sexy double belly that sometimes revealed herself to me when she leaned forward. It was not yet a double belly now when free, but I pictured it forming into two huge rolls of fat if she was to keep getting fatter. Hopefully one day.

As big as her belly was, her boobs protruded just as much to form her beautiful, delicious apple shape.  My heart felt like it was about to burst from my mouth, it was hard to breathe. I knew immediately in this moment that I had never been as attracted to someone as I was right now – not even Roxana. Every ounce of me just wanted to dive into Autumn’s embrace, to kiss her, to squeeze her plush behind, to place my lips on the pale skin of her breasts, to lovingly hold and rub the expanse of her fat stomach. Any way to be close to her. To release these feelings. Oh, God.

“…I should go.” Autumn spoke, the three words shattering me like glass. The atmosphere between us was painfully thick with unspoken thoughts and words, with attraction, with desire, that strand of morality left that represented my loyalty to my girlfriend hanging right between us like mistletoe. The expression on Autumn’s face was the saddest I had ever seen her, as if she too knew that we had truly reached the point of no return, “I’m so sorry, Belle, for… everything. I never should have sent that note, I never should have interfered… it was selfish of me, because even before we first spoke I knew from first glance that… that I wanted more than to be a friend.”

“A-Autumn…” I stammered in a mousey voice, “Don’t be sorry, you haven’t done anyth—”

“You know that’s not true.” Autumn interrupted me straight away, turning away from me, “I’ve turned your life upside down. I saw how you just looked at me, I know how you feel about me, and I know how horrible a situation that must be for you. It hurts me like hell, and I don’t even have another involved to worry about like you do. I’m so sorry for causing this. I… we need some space from each other, I-I’ll sort something out regarding work. I’m so sorry, Belle.”

She lurched forward to leave as her throat caught with her final apology, only to find resistance in my hand grabbing hers, stopping her from leaving. She turned hesitantly to face me, her huge breasts rising and falling in the tense moment between us. A million thoughts raced around my mind, and yet only one was making itself known to me, dominating my self-control and leaving me no other option. I closed the gap between us, the radio and background noise of the clothing store vanishing into just background, the litter of my clothes and hard wooden benches gone. Just the beautiful, mysterious freckled girl in front of me, and me, the girl with two loves, grip slipping from morality by the second.

I could almost see that morality between us, splitting into tiny threads until just one remained, like one strand of a spider-web, delicate and fragile, just waiting to be sundered.

That strand then burst into a million pieces, shattered, as I lunged forward towards Autumn, my lips meeting hers in heavenly bliss. My left hand cupped the back of her head, her silky vibrant hair thick between my fingers, as my right hand instantly gripped the flesh I had been desperately craving. My fingers instantly sank into the thick fat of Autumn’s stomach, cupping the roll of her lower tummy and squeezing not too hard, but with passionate pressure.

Autumn made a noise at the touch, pulling me closer to her, her midsection flattening slightly and pressed outwards, widening to partly enclose my much smaller midriff, as if they were sharing their own embrace. The new closeness made it difficult for my hand to continue exploring, so I instead reached behind into her bikini bottoms, desperate for more. Her ass was cold to the touch, one cheek near double the length of my hand as I squeezed and pressed in rhythm to our desperate kissing.  My fingers dug into the fold I saw earlier, that separated her butt from her thigh, and just as I had dreamed, I grabbed and squeezed – it was heavenly.

“Belle, I….” Autumn breathed between kisses, her own hands both behind my head, fingers entwined in my golden hair, “We can’t… this is…”

“Shhhh…” I whispered, blocking out her very valid concern, “Please... Just stay.”

“Belle…” She uttered again, but the spark between us outweighed her concern, just as the animalistic desire arousing me outweighed the thought of my girlfriend. I firmly nudged her forward until she was forced to sit on the bench, the fat of her lower thighs spilling out beneath her, her tummy resting now a third of the way across her thighs, the double belly appearing again as the top slightly smaller roll sat comfortably upon her bigger lower belly.

“Do you want this?” I asked between the deep breaths of my arousal and excitement, “Do you want me?”

Autumn stared at me, the usually confident and spirited persona was shattered to be left with vulnerability and fear. She knew better than I did that she was opening herself up to be hurt by me later – that was of course going to be the result. But that was just one of the many thoughts that didn’t reach me, not until later.  Finally, in a choked tone, she replied, “Of course I do.”

I gently took her shoulders and lay her down, taking a moment to admire her voluptuous form as I climbed on top of her. My hand rested on her chubby belly as I made myself comfortable, and I pressed into the thick fat that was now stretched from her lying down. I could feel her actual stomach beneath the inches of chub, along with whatever resemblance there was left of muscle under it all.  Her bellybutton was situated perfectly in the middle, deep and no longer semi-submerged under her rolls fat that appeared when she was standing or sitting. Still maintaining the pressure, I began to move my hands in circles, mesmerised as I watched her entire tummy move with me, sending gentle waves of ripples across the surface of her skin.  Her large breasts joined in too, bouncing up and down mildly. When I stopped, her belly swayed to-and-fro for a few more seconds on its own accord, before falling still once more.

My new lover beneath me moaned as I gently inserted my finger into her navel, submerging itself further than the first j oint before I used my thumb to pinch as much of her lower belly as I could, thrusting my lips against hers again. My other hand clutched anywhere it could, squeezing her rolls, her thighs, her tits, anywhere that was grabbable – and that was near everywhere.

“Belle…” My Goddess whispered beneath me, gasping as my other hand suddenly entered her bikini bottoms, and into her just as my other hand was busy further up, “Mmph… Belle, my love, p-please don’t hurt me.”

My aroused mind took that to mean ‘be gentle’, but it was only later that I realised physical pain was the last thing on her mind, and was not what she had meant.  By then, however, it was much too late.

A/N: Dun, dun, dun? I’d appreciate feedback on this chapter please, I’m worried that my ‘fat’ descriptions are boring or repetitive. I hope they’re not, but if any of you think it is and have any advice on how to improve, I’d much appreciate it! 😊 Belle has crossed the threshold of no return now though, how will this unfold?