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Chapter 28 For the first few days following the meet Ali started off strong, perhaps too strong, with a new diet to lose weight as fast as possible. She had two weeks before their next meet, her last chance to make the team’s conference roster and thereby get another shot at making nationals. She figured if she limited herself to 1000 calories a day and maintained her intense exercise regimen which saw her burn up to 3000 calories per day consistently, that she could lose probably eight or 9 pounds in the next two weeks. This would get her back down to the weight she’d been at when she broke the school record in the 600 two months prior, somewhere in the the low 160s. At first she was meticulous about counting her calories, limiting herself to a diet of chicken breast and veggies. She was so determined to get her season back on track that she had plenty of willpower to hold herself to this new routine. However, her cravings were very intense. Her stomach had grown accustomed to much larger portions of unhealthy food, and was not happy at all with the new arrangement. Every night she lay awake in bed, her stomach growling, thinking about all of her favorites foods—cake, milkshakes, chips, cookies and so much more. Three days after the meet, Ali woke up on a Tuesday morning and got on the scale. It read 167.3, two pounds down from after the meet. In reality this small loss was probably mostly water weight but Ali was excited about it nonetheless. Standing in front of the mirror and examining her stomach she convinced herself that there was a little bit less to grab than there had been a few days before. And maybe the thick layer of flesh covering her abs had shrunk just a little? This made her feel optimistic about the whole arrangement, and she set about her day in good spirits. As the day wore on though her cravings grew stronger and stronger until finally that night Alie could not stand it any longer. She’d been starving herself and her body for the better part of the last three days and finally reached the limits of her willpower. Gabe was sitting on the edge of his bed that night doing some homework when he heard a knock at the door. He answered it to find Ali holding a large chocolate cake. “Babe I thought you were sticking to the diet,” he said, supportively. “Fuck the diet,” Ali responded I’m miserable and I want to eat. “I’ll make up for it by eating less tomorrow.” Gabe was conflicted. On the one hand, a big part of him wanted to see Ali continue gaining, however, he also really wanted her to succeed in her senior season. He had no doubt at this point that she was a feeder at heart, giving him great confidence that even if she lost all the weight this spring she would gain it right back after she retired from running. In his mind the move was to stick to the diet, perform well in the track season and then start eating again that summer. “I don’t know babe, you have the rest of your life to eat as much as you want, we’ve gotta stay strong these next few months.” “I agree,” Ali responded, “but I can cheat a little here and there and be fine. It’s not good for me mentally to be so strict. Plus it’s not like I’m going to eat the whole cake myself—you can help me!” At that Gabe gave in and decided to support her in this one-off indulgence. Plus his coach had been subtly hinting that he needed to get bigger if he wanted to throw the shot put well this season—he could use the extra calories from sharing the cake. But as they started to dig in, it was clear that Ali had no intentions of sharing. Before Gabe even knew what was happening, she ripped off her shirt and leggings and sat down on his bed crisscross applesauce to tear into the cake. He was so impressed at the speed with which she tore into it that he almost didn’t notice the way her belly exploded over the waistband of her panties into rolls, so large that they easily brushed against her legs whenever she leaned forward to get more cake.

Chapter 27 Ali woke up the next morning feeling groggy but excited to race. She knew that her practices hadn’t gone that well lately, but was optimistic she could turn things around. The season was really getting going, and it was time to run a good time and qualify for NCAAs. As she lay there thinking about the race, she felt an itch on her lower stomach and slid her left hand down to itch it. She was so accustomed to her belly feeling soft and doughy that she didn’t even register how much it jiggled as she itched. Rolling out of bed to head down to the dining hall, she also failed to notice how her lower belly actually pushed onto her thighs when she leaned forward to put her spandex shorts and sweatpants on. Throughout the morning Ali’s outfit kept giving her trouble. As she walked around the dining hall loading up her tray with her pre-meet breakfast, her shirt kept riding up, exposing her bellybutton to the open air. More annoyingly, her sweatpants were doing a new thing where they actually kept slipping downwards, resting on her hips instead of her rounder middle. While she didn’t mind her shirt riding up, she definitely minded her sweats slipping down, and was constantly having to pull them back up. Normally she would have immediately realized the implications of this, and been immensely turned on by it. But because it was meet day her mind was too busy focusing on the race. Meanwhile, ever since she had noticed the way the counter pressed into her bellyfat a few days earlier, she started recreating this effect absentmindedly all the time. Now, as she waited in line to get an omelette, she flexed her abs and pulled her tray into her stomach. She started out higher on her stomach, where the tray dug into her chub an inch, or maybe a bit more. Then, mind still on the race, she lowered the try to just below her bellybutton and pulled the tray in again. This time it must have dug in at least three inches until the fat below it was fully mushed, still not reaching abs. After finishing breakfast Ali headed down to the locker room to get ready for the race. She was a little behind schedule this morning, so the rest of the team was about to leave to start warming up as she arrived. Quickly, she got her stuff organized and joined them. As they started their warmup jog, Ali felt heavy and sluggish. The slow pace itself was no problem for her, but it wasn’t as effortless as usual. With every footfall she felt like she had to exert more effort than usual to keep up. I guess it’s still a little early in the morning, she said to herself. I just need to get more warmed up and then I won’t feel so lethargic. Ali’s body was also jiggling tremendously with every step, but she had become so accustomed to this over the past few months that it did not even register. To anyone watching though it was clear that her body was not jiggling the way it had early the previous fall when she’d put on her first 15lb. If the motion of her belly back then could be described as jiggling, then the motion of her belly now would have to be described as bouncing. What had been a small mound of extra flesh below her belly button a few months ago was now a full fledged belly that protruded outwards even when she stood up straight, and poked significantly over the waistband of any and all low waisted shorts and pants. To her, the way her belly bounced up and down with every step was normal, and she reveled in the fact that she could still run competitively with this spare tire. As the race approached, Ali did some final warm up strides. As she was running by some of the girls from another school, she caught just a few words of their conversation. “No way she’s still fast with that…” The rest faded into oblivion as she ran by. But she knew what they were saying. Ali grinned to herself as she gently massaged her lower belly, her thumb catching in her navel. She was excited to beat them all. When the gun went off Ali pushed to the front like usual, but it required more effort to do so than normal. Still not realizing the cause of her struggles, Ali assumed that she’d get her rhythm as the race wore on and put any negative thoughts out of her mind. The problem was her uniform was behaving in a way it never had before. Her top was riding up, putting her doughy belly on display for everyone. But Ali was used to that. What she was not used to was the way her uniform bottoms were riding down, falling below her lower belly which spilled over them and sloshed around as she run. They were riding down so much that she was worried they were going to come off entirely, and had to keep pulling them up as she ran. Then as they approached 400m in, the halfway mark, her race took a turn for the worse. Every step felt labored, and her body felt like it weighed over a ton. More importantly, she was finally becoming aware of how all her excess fat was bouncing every stride. It was such a distraction—imagine trying to keep your movements smooth and streamlined when your body has a mind of its own and is bouncing all over the place. To make matters worse, this awareness of her chubby body was turning her on, further distracting her from the race. Thanks in part to her fatigue and in part to all the distraction, Ali fell off the pace entirely. By the time she crossed the finish line the other girls had already walked off the track and were sipping water as they chatted with their teammates. As she slowed to a stop and rested her hands on her knees, her whole world came crashing down on her at once. “I’m fucking fat,” she said under her breath, noting the way her belly was hanging downwards and almost touching her thighs. “What the fuck did I expect? I’ve ruined my senior year track season.” Fighting back tears, she spoke to no one and made a beeline for the locker room. There she tore off her uniform and, oblivious to the fact that some of her teammates were around, walked over to the scale fully bare and stepped on. 169.8. For the first time since last spring, Ali was horrified at her new weight. The scale was placed conveniently in front of a full body mirror, so she didn’t even have to move in order to assess the damage. What had she been thinking? Starting with her face, Ali could see clearly how much rounder she looked and how much fuller her cheeks were. Below that a slight double chin was forming, followed by her neck, which looked almost a bit meatier than it used to. Ali’s glance then progressed downwards to her boobs. She cupped them, one in each hand, and was amazed at how much fuller they were. A year ago she’d had B-cups, just a small handful in each. Now they were D, maybe even DD. They were heavy, and she couldn’t fully hold them in her hands. Moving downwards again, Ali grabbed a handful of stomach fat from just below her boobs. She couldn’t even get all the fat there in one handful, and that was only her upper belly. When she pulled the handful she had grabbed upwards, it made her whole tummy, including all the fat in her lower belly rise. Jeez that’s heavy, she thought to herself. Ali then moved her attention a bit lower. Her lower belly could no longer be described as a mound of fat—there was simply too much there. At some point along the line her stomach had gone from flat but chunky to downright round. When did this happen? She wondered. Now it pushed outwards, enough that when she looked down she couldn’t see her pubic area at all. She sucked in to try and remedy that, and was only just able to see the stubble between her legs, her sucked-in belly still not completely flat. Relaxing, turned her hands sideways like she was about to karate chop herself, and then pulled the outside of her hands into the fattest part of her lower belly, her plans facing upwards. Her hands were met with endless squish, but more shocking to her as she regarded herself in the mirror was the way her fat bubbled outwards above and below her hands. Finally, Ali’s eyes dropped to her legs and ass. Her thighs were so much thicker than they used to be, and were getting to the point where they looked more jiggly than smooth. Turing around, she looked over her shoulder to admire the way her ass was looking. If there was one part of her body that everyone would think looked better now this was it, and Ali knew it. It had grown considerably this year, but kept its shape remarkably well thanks to all the muscle underneath. As she slapped it she watched waves of jiggle reverberate through the soft flesh. Stop enjoying this and get realistic, she thought to herself. If I don’t lose this weight asap I can kiss my senior season goodbye. She resolved to lose the weight as fast as she possibly could.

Chapter 26 The let’s run forum was blowing up again after Ali’s latest race. People in the running community simply could not believe how much weight she had put on. Guesses ranged from 15lb on the low side to a staggering 50lb from one user. In reality it was somewhere in between, around 30 or just a bit more. Someone who had been at the meet at even bothered to snap some photos of her. The first, taken as she crossed the finish line, clearly showed her belly hanging loose from her uniform top. At the angle it was taken, it even looked like it was hanging over her spandex shorts a bit. On either side of her belly, her love handles bounced up at awkward angles as she ran, pinching over the sides of her tight uniform shorts. And her legs looked thick and wobbly. The second photo was the one that really had people speechless. In it she was bending over to tie her shoe just before the race, causing her belly to mush into rolls and spill well over her uniform shorts. These were not the tiny skin folds that could be found on her competitors stomachs when they bent over but real, thick rolls that hung downwards when she bent over thanks to substantial excess chub on her midriff. At 5’9 and 163 pounds, Ali was bordering on an overweight BMI. Anyone looking at her in her everyday life would probably consider her to be slightly chubby now. Next to all the other girls in the race, she looked downright obese. Gabe and Ali sat on her bed that night reading through the forums, snacking on candy bars and popcorn, and giggling together as they read all the comments. Ali was wearing just a sports bra and some spandex shorts that were way too small for her, and as she intently read through the forums, Gabe couldn’t help but steal glance after glance at his thick girlfriend’s body. Lying on her side with her legs curled up underneath her, he had a perfect view of her thick legs and ass. Her legs were much wider than they had been a few months earlier, and had that smooth but undefined look of a girl who’s put on a few, but has an athletic enough body to avoid the skinnyfat/cellulite covered look many chubbier girls cannot avoid. Her stomach benefitted from the same effect, and looked soft yet silky smooth as she lay sideways on the bed, her belly button continuing to look wider and deeper. “Babe this one user thinks I’ve gained 50 pounds!” Ali exclaimed. “In reality it’s not even 30.” “Or at least that’s what it was two weeks ago! Maybe we should find out now?” Gabe teased her, grabbing her side and tickling her as he spoke. His fingers were met with very little resistance by the soft flesh of Ali’s side, making his tickle less effective. Ali, not used to the protection her newfound chub provided her from tickling, reacted instinctively. She squirmed sideways and out of his grasp, turning from her side onto her back in the process and aggressively engaging her abs. This caused her to do something of a crunch, her knees rising and her shoulders leaving the ground. Immediately her stomach erupted into rolls, bubbling up bigger and thicker than Gabe had ever seen before. “Babe stop, stop!” Ali cried as Gabe reached for her again, engaging her abs even harder to bring her knees up and protect herself from Gabe’s touch, and causing her rolls to grow even thicker in the process. Gabe, intrigued by what he was seeing on her body, stopped. “Baby look at your stomach right now, it looks so beautifully chunky.” Ali paused and sat up a little, resting on her elbows. This caused her belly to flatten out, or at least almost flatten. In reality she no longer really had a flat stomach. Even in this reclined position, with her stomach relatively elongated, it pushed outwards slightly. This was especially evident in her lower belly. The blubber there looked substantial, like there would be no end if you dug your fingers in. She poked and prodded it a little, marveling at how deep she could go. Then she flexed her abs, which had no visible effect on her stomach other than moving her chub slightly. “Babe, I can’t even find my abs!” She exclaimed as she continued to poke around her doughy stomach, trying as best she could to find them under the pudge. Thanks to her presence at practice everyday her abs were plenty strong, but they were so insulated by fat they could not be found. After a few seconds Ali gave up and sat up from her reclined position, slouching as she did so to make herself look as chunky as possible. Her lower belly pushed up and over the waistband of her shorts as she did so and formed into the largest of her three rolls. “Imagine if they got photos of me like this on that forum!” She said happily as she grabbed the lowest roll in her hands. Gabe immensely turned on at this point, didn’t say anything but instead just leaned over her and kissed her, his right hand grabbing her ass and drifting between her legs as he did so, all thought of getting Ali on the scale lost for now. For the next two weeks Ali and Gabe continued meeting up on a nightly basis for feeding sessions. Her body was starting to acclimate to the larger appetite that came with a larger body, and her stomach was starting to acclimate to the size of the meals she was eating. As a result, she was hungrier and more able to put away food than ever. During this time they should have, but failed to notice that her running was really starting to suffer. A few days after the most recent meet, Ali was doing a long run with some of her teammates and fully dropped off their pace 3/4 of the way through, something that had never happened to her before. She attributed this simply to the fact that they’d been less focused on endurance lately. A few days after that they were running some 100m sprints on the track. Ali was feeling powerful that day and would get out ahead of the other girls, but then when she normally reached her top gear she had nothing, and was forced to watch everyone else overtake her as she labored to run faster. She felt sluggish and heavy. If she had thought about it more carefully, she might have noticed how much her boobs, belly and ass were bouncing up and down as she ran. But instead, she just figured she was a little bloated and lethargic from all the stuffings with Gabe. The next meet fell at the end of these two weeks, and although Ali had been performing horribly in practice, she was still optimistic. She and Gabe halted their stuffings two nights before, enough time she felt for her system to clear. The night before the meet Ali was in the dining hall grabbing some salmon, rice and veggies in an effort to eat a clean, healthy meal. This dish was popular, so most of the plates laid out had already been taken, forcing her to press her stomach into the counter and lean fully forwards in order to grab a plate. As she did so she instinctively flexed her abs, as anyone would, so that the edge of the counter wouldn’t press too far into her stomach. But as she did so she was met with an unfamiliar feeling—the counter wasn’t hitting her abs at all. Instead it was just digging into her fat, which now acted as a buffer between her and the counter. She tried sliding her body up and down and found it was easy—the corner simply moved up and down in her forgiving chub. Disconcerted but horny, she grabbed her food quickly and rushed back to the table, excited to tell Gabe about this new development. As she walked she slipped her left hand under her shirt and absentmindedly massaged her paunch.

Next chapter is in the works, stay tuned!

Chapter 25 Gabe couldn’t believe his eyes when he saw Ali for the first time after the holidays. He’d been expecting her to gain a bit of weight, but not like this—even walking down the street towards him in a sweatshirt and leggings he could tell. Her legs were noticeably thicker, and her face actually showed signs of her gain for the first time in his memory. As she ran up to hug him, he could feel her fuller boobs and soft belly press into him, both much larger than he remembered. Excited, he rushed her back to his dorm. When they got back to his room, Ali took her sweatshirt off. As she lifted her arms to remove it her shirt rose up as well, her belly slipped out as well, giving Gabe his first real glimpse of her holiday indulgence. Even with her arms raised over her head her belly protruded out significantly. It was as round now empty as it had been a few months earlier when she was fully stuffed, except now in the place of the taut, hard skin of a full belly there was only soft, jiggly flesh. Before Ali could even finish removing her sweatshirt Gabe walked up to her, put both hands on her belly, and slid them upwards, removing her shirt too in the process. She quickly followed his lead, removing his shirt and unbuttoning his jeans, before sitting down on the bed to remove her leggings. To get them off she first leaned backwards on the bed, her pudgy stomach bubbling upwards as her abs engaged to keep her shoulders off the bed. She deftly popped her hips up and slid the waistband of her leggings underneath her ass. This brought maximum compression to her midriff, and Gabe was delighted to see how enormous her three stomach rolls looked as a result. This was no longer the stomach of an average girl bent in an unfortunate posture, but of a chubby girl with lots of excess flesh that can only grow outwards. The lowest roll was at least three inches wide and bulged out significantly over her panties. Meanwhile, the middle roll had grown so much that it nearly swallowed up her top roll. Soon she’s going to have a double belly, Gabe thought to himself as he lay on top of her and kissed her. “What do you weigh now, babe?” “I’ve been waiting to see together!” Ali replied, flirtatiously. Without further ado they rushed over to the corner of the room where Ali kept the scale.. Already stripped down, she stepped on the scale right away. 163.6… “Holy shit, that’s a gain of nine pounds in just a few weeks!” She exclaimed as she stepped off the scale. Gabe couldn’t contain his excitement, and immediately his hands were all over her fleshy body, carrying her back to the bed. For the next two weeks, Ali got back into the rhythm of her normal routine. Her first practice back she was pleased to find that she could still keep up with the other girls just as well as before—her holiday weight gain was not impacting her performance whatsoever. That didn’t mean she wasn’t more aware of her body than ever when running. She could really feel a substantial jiggle in her belly with every step now, not a full bounce yet but close. Her high waisted shorts struggled to stay up over her lower belly, which really protruded outwards now, always sliding back down to reveal her pudge. And unbeknownst to her, her legs were now covered in cellulite, quite noticeable to all as she jogged by. There were multiple moments in those two weeks were Ali walked up to a group of her teammates only to hear them all go silent as she arrived. She was convinced they were gossiping about her weight, but she didn’t care—she was still faster than all of them. At the end of those first two weeks back, Ali raced in another track meet. Feeling confident in her continued running performance, she had continued to stuff herself with Gabe on an almost nightly basis since arriving back on campus. It was getting to the point where she was starving at night if she did not. As a result, when Ali stepped on the line her uniform was fitting even tighter than it had been two weeks earlier. She was really a sight to behold, lining up against all the other 800m runners—she easily had 30 pounds on the next heaviest one, if not more. Her uniform, which had fit well back when she weighed 135, could not even begin to contain her body. The top was so tight around her chest that it hurt, and did not fully cover her sports bra. And where it used to fully cover her midriff, now it dangled a few inches over her belly button. Meanwhile, the bottoms dug into her waist aggressively, causing her lower belly to pooch outwards significantly over the waistband. She kept pulling them up over her navel, but they would immediately slide back down. When the gun went off, Ali sprinted to the lead, the fat on her belly bobbing up and down in rhythm with her strides as she ran. She felt great for the first half of the race, but as the finish line drew near her legs felt heavy and she found she didn’t quite have enough left to win it—a few girls sprinted ahead of her in the final meters. Ali was a little pissed off by the performance, but she also knew they had been training hard that week. I’ll be more rested ready to go when it counts, she said to herself as she walked off the track. Unfortunately for her, she did not realize the real reason why her performance had suffered that day…

Chapter 24 A few weeks later… After a great couple weeks at home and in Hawaii with her family, Ali boarded her flight back to school in January, taking her seat in the aisle next to a super attractive guy who looked to be a year or two out of college by her estimation. As she reached upwards to put her luggage in the overhead compartment, she was pretty sure he was eyeing her belly button piercing. Later on in the flight she caught him again, convinced he had been staring at her ass as she got up to go to the bathroom. At first she was annoyed by this, but then she had an idea. Ali’s leggings, relatively high waisted, were covering up her lowest fat roll, the waistband digging into the crease between it and the middle roll. And while she was now so used to this after months of gaining weight that she didn’t even notice, she’d been sitting in the same position for so many hours on the plane that the crease between her rolls was starting to get itchy. Rather than discreetly slip her hand under her shirt, she decided to lift it up completely and expose her stomach, curious how the guy next to her would react. Ali first put her hands above her head and stretched her body, knowing that this would cause her shirt to ride up and get his attention. What she didn’t realize though was just how chubby she looked, even in this position. The holidays had been a blur, and she had enjoyed the time at home and in Hawaii so much that she had not kept track of how much she had indulged herself or the effects it had on her body. Her belly button was deeper than ever and the flesh below it, still partially covered by her leggings, pooched outwards aggressively, nearly spilling into her lap. Meanwhile, her love handles had grown considerably, making her look thick all the way around. Once Ali knew she had his attention she pushed the waistband of her leggings down a few inches, held her shirt up and slouched forwards. Looking down, she was in awe at what she saw. While the two rolls on her upper stomach had previously been small and mostly skin, now they were over an inch wide and thick. They creased deep into her stomach, suggesting that she was carrying a solid layer of fat in that area. Sitting up straight she poked her upper belly curiously and found that her finger dug in at least an inch before finding her abs. Her lowest fat roll was a good three inches wide now—it had grown to the point where the crease between it and the middle roll no longer enveloped her belly button piercing. And it pushed out a full two inches farther than the upper rolls did. It was so round and thick that from her point of view, for the first time she actually felt like she looked chubby. Her finger sunk a full two inches into the crease in her stomach to scratch the itch. And when she poked and prodded at her blubber, her fingers sunk in deep with no resistance. Even when sitting up straight, she couldn’t find any sign of abs. She could feel them inside somewhere as she flexed, but no matter what she did she could not get her gut to give way enough to feel them. Forgetting the creepy guy next to her entirely, Ali thought back on her winter break, and very quickly her latest gain made sense. Ali had been dreading going home for Christmas break, knowing her mom would probably confront her about her weight gain. With the new wardrobe she had recently purchased, she had figured she could mostly hide it. But staring at herself in the mirror of an airport bathroom just before boarding her flight home, she realized that this was no longer fully the case. For the first time ever, Ali had felt like she could see a difference in her face—it was rounder than she remembered, and her cheekbones, normally striking, were much less defined. Even worse, her jaw line had lost some of its definition as well, the beginning of a double chin starting to form. The real dead giveaway though was her legs. Staring into the mirror, she remembered realizing that she quite simply did not have the legs of an elite middle distance runner anymore. The new leggings she had bought were a few sizes up from what she used to wear, but still it was easy to see that they struggled to contain her thighs. Knowing her parents would not miss these surefire signs of her gain, she had mentally resigned herself to the uncomfortable conversations she’d no doubt have to have with her mom over the holidays. After coming to the realization that she couldn’t hide it, Ali was relatively careless her first few days at home, wearing shirts that were too small and constantly rode up around the house, and working out in just a sports bra and spandex every morning, leaving nothing to the imagination when she walked back into the house. Curiously, no one had said anything. She had even started pigging out at the table, going back for seconds and thirds every meal, and eating more dessert than the rest of the family combined. Still, there had been no comments. After a few days of this, Ali had begun to actually crave a comment of a snide remark from someone in her family. She started fantasizing at night about an uncomfortable conversation with her parents where they confronted her about it. When this conversation never came, she started to get competitive about showing off her body. And as a result, she started taking her indulgence to a new level, eating more than she ever had before on a nightly basis. Sitting on the plane, Ali smiled to herself as she thought about the extent to which she’d stuffed herself all those nights at home. As she reminisced, she could feel the waistband of her leggings digging hard into her belly. Then she thought about the night her parents had finally confronted her… The night before they left for Hawaii Ali’s mom had walked into the living room to find Ali posted up on the couch to watch tv with a whole chocolate cake and a gallon of milk. She looked… soft. Even lying flat on her back you could tell how pudgy her stomach had become—there was a noticeable layer of pudge resting on her lower stomach that jiggled every time Ali laughed. Her mom couldn’t help but notice how wide her hips were looking, and how thick her legs had become. Truth be told she had been worried about her daughter’s weight gain ever since she came home last summer a bit heavier than usual, but Ali was so stubborn she really felt there was nothing she could say that would help. Just as she was thinking this, Ali sat up to reach for the remote. As her stomach muscles engaged, the mound of fat on her belly bulged upwards significantly and then compressed into rolls. Astonished, her mom quietly slipped upstairs to discuss with her husband. “Have you noticed how much weight Ali has gained?” She asked. “Yeah I noticed she looks a little softer than normal,” Ali’s dad replied. “Whatever though, I’m sure the extra 5-10 pounds will burn off in no time once track season starts.” “I don’t think we’re talking about 5-10 pounds here. Have you seen the way she’s been eating since she got home? I just saw her on the couch with her shirt off and well… you remember when I gained like 20 pounds the first year we were married? let’s just say I definitely did not look as flabby as she does now.” Ali’s mom responded. “Go downstairs and see for yourself.” Little did they know Ali was standing right outside their bedroom door, eavesdropping. She had sat up intentionally when her mom walked in, and then discreetly slipped upstairs behind her to see if she said anything to her dad. Thus when her dad opened the bedroom door to head downstairs, he found himself face to face with Ali. Her shirt was a size too small, and did not fully cover her stomach. Glancing downwards, he could see the way her belly protruded outwards, and was struck by how soft it looked. “You just heard everything we said, didn’t you?” Her mom asked, embarrassed. Ali nodded. “What’s going on with you?” Her mom continued, walking over to her and grabbing a handful of Ali’s pudge. A normal girl probably would have been mortified at this, but Ali’s excitement only grew as she felt how much flesh her mom was able to grab. “Well it started last spring, when I got injured. I accidentally gained like 10 pounds since I couldn’t train.” “Yeah, I noticed that when you came home for the summer.” Her mom replied. “But it didn’t concern me, at least not the way this does.” “I really liked the way I looked with that extra weight, and I also felt healthier and stronger. So this fall I asked coach if I could gain the weight back on purpose, to help avoid injury. He said yes, so I started eating like crazy—its hard to gain weight when we’re running so much mileage.” Both of Ali’s parents were listening intently now. “And then I think I just kind of got addicted to all the sweets and junk food. I can’t stop myself from binge eating.” Ali paused, then continued. “The good news is it hasn’t affected my running at all! Think about my school record from a couple of weeks ago.” “She is right.” Ali’s dad chimed in. “It clearly hasn’t made her a worse runner. Maybe it’s made her stronger.” “Alright, well I think you should be careful, Ali.” Her mom still looked nonplussed. “You don’t want that new boyfriend of yours to dump you if you get too fat.” Ali remembered the secret excitement she’d felt after hearing this. Her parents had no idea about her and Gabe’s fantasies, and the sexual excitement they both felt towards her gain. Her thoughts then turned to their Hawaii vacation. They had stayed in an all inclusive resort right on the beach, and she took full advantage of everything it had to offer. Every morning she woke up early, before the rest of her family, and snuck down to the food court to pig out on pastries and pancakes. Then she’d head out to the beach for a morning swim, before coming back in to join her family for a second breakfast. For every meal they ate, she ate two. And at all the meals they ate together, she ate at least twice as much as anyone else. Ali’s coach had also given her permission to take the week off from training, and she had loved the freedom that came with that. Normally she had to watch what she ate at least until she was done working out for the day, for fear of being too full to run. But for that whole week she was able to start stuffing herself as soon as she got out of bed in the morning. Ali grinned to herself as she sat on the plane, thinking about how full she’d felt at all times in Hawaii. Then her thoughts turned back to the present moment, and she realized her shirt was still lifted up, her fingers still poking and prodding her stomach fat. Looking to her left she discovered that the guy she’d pulled this stunt for was staring intently at her, a look of intrigue and repulsion on his face. I can’t wait to weight myself when I get back, Ali thought to herself.

Chapter 23 Gabe was thrilled after watching Ali’s race, mainly because he was starting to feel really guilty about the effects of their stuffings on her body. Seeing her run not only a personal best, but a school record too set his mind at ease—clearly the extra weight wasn’t as damaging as they’d imagined to her running. That night Ali texted him to meet her in her dorm. After a quick dinner he showered off and walked over, day dreaming about her body and how sexy she’d become lately as he wandered across campus. Gabe was not prepared for the sight that met him when he knocked on her door. Ali answered in just a bra and panties, putting her whole body on display for him. His eyes dropped immediately to her belly, and he hungrily admired its softness, and the way it protrude outwards slightly. His eyes then dropped even lower, admiring how thick her thighs were starting to look, and the absence of any thigh gap. As she turned around to lead him into the room, he gazed excitedly at the way her thighs and ass jiggled. There was an extra skip in her step tonight, which only made the jiggling more pronounced. Walking into the room, Gabe caught sight of her bed and nearly stopped in his tracks. It was covered head to toe in all of her favorite snacks, with three large pizza boxes perched near the foot of the bed and multiple liters of soda on the nightstand. He figured there had to be at least 10000 calories sitting on that bed. Ali turned to face him, reaching up on her tip toes to kiss him and pressing her belly into him as she did so. He reached both arms around to grab her ass, but pulled his head away, withholding the kiss. “But babe, isn’t this a bad idea? After today, imagine how fast you’ll run if you do lose the weight!” “Fuck that babe, clearly it doesn’t matter that much. I don’t want to lose a pound. In fact, I want to keep gaining.” Gabe’s face portrayed a mix of shock and delight. Before he could say anything she added, “we won’t do this every night or anything, I’ll gain weight slowly if at all. But I’m done ignoring these fantasies.” As much as he knew this was a horrible idea, Gabe couldn’t bring himself to tell her. Plus, a big part of him was too excited at the ramifications of what she was saying to burst her bubble. “I love it, let’s fatten you up Ali.” As he said that, Ali plopped herself down on the bed, her hips spreading out underneath her. “What are you waiting for, feed me!” By the end of the night, she had put away a majority of the food they had, with only a little bit of help from Gabe on the third pizza. She was so full that it was almost comical, her belly resting far out on her lap. As they dozed off together spooning, Gabe placed his hand directly on her stomach, and fell asleep dreaming about how it would feel a few months from now. For the last week and a half of the semester Ali and Gabe found themselves back in her dorm room quite frequently doing what they did best together. And although she wasn’t overeating every night, and not all of her stuffings were as big as the one following her race, they were consistent enough that the pounds started to creep back on as fast as ever. Gabe, thrilled by these new developments, was constantly on the lookout for signs of Ali’s continued gain. He didn’t have to look hard. Every time they hugged, her love handles felt a little softer. Every time they spooned in bed, her ass felt a little larger and a little softer, and his fingers sunk a little deeper into her belly. And every time they had sex, her belly and boobs bounced a little more as she straddled him. Ali was in one of Gabe’s favorite phases of weight gain—walking around campus, she looked just like any other girl. But take her clothes off, and you’d discover all sorts of hidden treasures. Ali, for her part, was equally aware of her gain. Whereas before she had made every effort to continue wearing her old clothes, everything but her sweatpants and sweatshirts was now essentially a lost cause. None of her jeans would button, and none of her shorts even came close to getting over her ass. Meanwhile, every single shirt she owned now acted like a bit of a crop top, putting her belly fully on display. And while she was not fat or even chubby yet, Ali’s stomach was not exactly flattering either. It was no longer flat, and her deepening navel pooched outwards, drawing extra attention to itself thanks to her piercing. Not to mention, it jiggled as she walked. Many girls on campus had similar looking bodies, but all of them went to great lengths to hide their bellies from the world. Ali, on the other hand, made no such efforts. She often took it a step further, massaging her love handles and fondling her belly as she walked around campus. Ali had even reached a point where none of her bras fit, forcing her to wear just her tight shirts, her nipples pressing conspicuously into the fabric. One day just before going home for the holidays, she woke up the morning after a particularly large stuffing with Gabe and could not get any of her panties on. Even her largest ones were so tight that they dug painfully into her newly thick sides. Throwing caution to the wind, she decided to go without for the day, promising herself she’d find some time to shop for new clothes later that day. Everything was going fine until halfway through Ali’s politics final exam. Deep in thought, she accidentally let her pen fall off the desk, landing behind her. Leaning backwards to grab it, she caught sight of her stomach. Despite the fact that she was arched backwards trying to get the pen, her lower belly still pooched outwards over the waistband of her sweatbands. As her hand grabbed the pen, she leaned forwards, watching her belly form back into rolls. Her lowest roll, bigger than ever, pushed outwards so forcefully as she slouched in her seat that it actually forced her waistband to fall below it. Ali only caught a glimpse of this before her shirt fell back into place, covering her stomach entirely. But she was so turned on by the whole experience that she started to get wet—so wet that a large wet spot started to form near the crotch of her sweatpants. Embarrassed, she had to almost waddle out of the room to prevent anyone from seeing it. Definitely time for some new clothes, she begrudgingly concluded.

Chapter 22 Gabe was conflicted when they got back from thanksgiving break. Seeing Ali run up to him when they were reunited, her sweater riding up and her little ** belly jiggling, he felt a desire stronger than any he’d ever known before meeting her. This desire only grew as she jumped to hug him, pressing her larger-than-ever boobs into him. As he grabbed hold of her his hand slipped under her sweater and his hands sunk into the slight plushness of her side. But alongside that desire was a certain guilt. He was really starting to love this girl, and he knew how important her goals were to her on the track. All he wanted was to feed her and continue appreciating her growing body, but he was really hoping he’d have the self control to wait a few months before letting that fantasy happen. “You wouldn’t believe the interaction I had with my mom.” Ali said to him as they snuggled on her bed, catching up. “I totally let my guard down and she saw my belly in all its glory. I think she was horrified.” “What did she say?” Gabe asked, reaching his hand down and grabbing a handful of pudge as he spoke. “Well, nothing actually. I think she didn’t want to embarrass me in front of my brothers. But when she was dropping me off at the airport, she mentioned that we’re going to Hawaii over the holidays, and I swear her hand lingered on one of my love handles while she declared how good some time in a bathing suit would be for all of us.” “Oh yeah I feel like that was definitely intentional.” Gabe replied. “I mean like shit, I don’t even know if any of my bikinis fit me right now.” Ali realized. “It’s fine though, I’ll have lost weight by then.” For the next few days both of their better judgement won out. The first race of the indoor season was that weekend, and Ali was determined to run well. Gabe was super tempted to leave her favorite snacks on her pillow, but he restrained himself, settling for fondling her soft, empty belly instead of her full, round tummy. On the day of the race Ali woke up feeling great. Her body felt good, and her confidence was surprisingly high given her weight—she’d been able to keep up with the other girls no problem in practice lately. As she was walking down to the indoor track to meet her teammates and start warming up, she absentmindedly slipped her hand under her shirt to scratch and itch just below her belly button. This was nothing she hadn’t done a hundred times in the past few weeks, but for some reason this time she really stopped and took note of how soft it felt. She started out a few months back with a flat stomach, her lower abs covered by just a thin layer of fat. This layer had thickened over the course of the fall, but in her memory it always just felt like a layer over her abs, as opposed to its own thing. As she dug her hands into the skin around and below her navel Ali couldn’t feel her abs at all, even when she flexed. She had to move her hands up to her upper belly, or out to the side in order to feel them. What replaced them on her lower belly could only be described as a mound of bellyfat. As she walked on she poked and prodded it some more, ignoring the fact that this put her belly on full display to a few girls walking the other way. They snickered and whispered amongst themselves when they saw her. Whatever, Ali thought as she realized they were looking at her. Judging from the way they look, it’s not like they aren’t hiding the same thing under their high waisted jeans. Just over an hour later Ali lined up on the starting line for the 600m. Her uniform was way too small for her at this point, but she got off on the fact that it put her body on display so she hadn’t traded it in yet. It dug into her just about everywhere—it was way too tight around her boobs, having almost a pushup bra effect on them. And the uniform bottoms dug into her hips so much it was almost painful. When the gun went off, she pushed to the front and stayed there the whole way, not allowing anyone to pass her. “Holy shit, school record.” She heard someone yell as she crossed the line. Granted, the 600m was an unusual distance that they only ran once a year, but still, her performance far exceeded her time from the previous season. As she walked around shaking hands with the other runners, Ali made sure to stand up extra tall and stretch her arms above her head often. She wanted all of them to see how much weight she gained. Then she posed with the scoreboard for a picture, kneeling down and letting her belly pooch out as much as she could. Back in the locker room a few minutes later, Ali decided it was time to step back on the scale. She’d been intending to lose weight for a month now, but realistically she knew she hadn’t been doing a good enough job. More importantly, she was curious just how heavy she was, given that she’d run so fast. The scale read 154.6… a gain of another 2 pounds since last month, and 20 since she’d started. Part of her was annoyed that her efforts to lose weight had been unsuccessful. But mostly she was thrilled that she’d still managed to perform so well in spite of the extra weight. “I got fat this fall, and I’m still faster than everyone.” Ali muttered under her breath, smiling to herself. “I mean shit, I got fat this fall and I actually got faster myself.” And in that moment, and idea dawned on her…

Chapter 21 Ali was super conflicted in the weeks following the cross country race. On the one hand, the fact that she had still been able to run a solid time filled her with hope. Before the race she had been dreading the prospect of getting back into shape and losing the excess weight she carried in just a few short months. But after running reasonably fast at the heavier weight, she felt better. Maybe she didn’t even need to lose it all to achieve her full potential this season. There was another side of her that reacted entirely differently to her performance at the race. This side of her, the devil on her shoulder, was quick to point out that she had still run fast up 18 pounds. Why then, would she lose any weight at all? For that matter, why would she even stop gaining? Whenever this side of her spoke up, Ali became consciously aware of the extra weight she had gained, sitting on her frame, bunching into rolls and jiggling as she moved, and it filled her with a nervous excitement that was almost overwhelming. The result of this ongoing tension in Ali’s mind was something of a stalemate. She would try to diet for a few days, mostly successfully, only to find herself back in Gabe’s dorm room, fit to burst at the end of a stuffing, a few days later. She was not packing on the pounds as fast as she had been, but she certainly wasn’t losing them either. Two weeks after the race Ali headed home to spend thanksgiving with her family. As she got off the plane and walked to meet her parents at the curb, she suddenly grew nervous. Showing off her gain to her teammates had been a bit of a thrill, but her family was another matter. Her parents, her two biggest fans on the track, would be disappointed in her, she reasoned. Luckily, the chilly November weather meant she’d be wearing extra layers most of the time. That would hide most if not all of the damage, she figured, conscious of her belly pressing into her high waisted leggings as she walked. Stopping in an airport bathroom, she examined her face in the mirror. It was definitely a little fuller, maybe a little less defined, but not so noticeable (or so she hoped). They might realize I’ve gained a little, but I can’t imagine they’ll realize the extent of it, she told herself. Ali’s assessment was mostly correct. Sitting in the passenger seat of the car, her mom immediately noticed that her legs looked a little fuller in her leggings, but did not think much of it. For all she knew they’d increased their time in the weight room this fall. It was so good to see her parents and catch up with them that Ali’s fears were immediately set at ease, and she forgot her earlier stress. Seeing as it was thanksgiving, Ali completely threw caution to the wind with her diet. That first night she ate a massive helping at dinner, then snuck a bunch of snacks upstairs with her and a whole gallon of milk, stripped down to just a bra and panties, and facetimed Gabe. The next day, thanksgiving day, she ate so much turkey, mashed potatoes, stuffing and pie that she passed out on the couch after dinner. No one in the family thought anything of the massive food baby she was sporting, seeing as they all had one of their own. Everything was going great until the last night of her visit. Ali came down to dinner wearing her standard leggings and a grey sweater that had historically been too big for her but now fit just right. Her mom cooked her favorite pasta—spaghetti and meatballs—in honor of her last night. Now that she was confident her gain had gone unnoticed, she really got off on the fact that her gain was a secret from everyone else at the table. She ran her left hand up the side of her thigh, feeling how her butt spread just a little farther than it used to. Higher up, she felt the squishiness of a love handle form above her hip bone. Sneakily, she leaned to the left, causing the love handle to become even more pronounced, and felt a shiver pass through her as she did so. Finally she moved her hand to her belly, pretending to scratch an itch underneath her leggings, but really feeling her fat rolls, which, despite her best efforts to lose weight, had grown ever so slightly in the last few weeks. She let her napkin slide off her knee, forcing her to lean forward and pick it up. As she did, she kept one hand on her belly, feeling her rolls grow bigger and tighter. Ali was so turned on by this exploration of her body that she momentarily let her guard down. She was feeling a little stiff from sitting down for a while, so she leaned back in her chair with her arms over her head to stretch. This caused her sweater to ride up above her belly, and the waist of her leggings to slide down below her belly button, putting the soft flesh in between on display for the whole table. Ali’s mom, sitting directly across from her, took note immediately. Because she was stretched out, Ali’s stomach did not form any rolls, but the ** belly that formed around her belly button was unmistakeable. A few months ago Ali’s stomach had been flat with a hint of abs, the inside of her belly button clearly visible. What her mom saw now was a soft, pudgy tummy. Her belly button had grown quite deep, and the softness around it looked thick enough that you’d have to probe multiple inches to find any hint of abs. To make matters worse, her belly protruded outwards even in her reclined position, curving slightly over the waistband of her leggings as if to forecast the large roll that would form when she leaned forwards. Ali realized her mistake almost immediately, and quickly resumed a sitting position. Sheepishly, she glanced around. Her brothers and her dad were deep in conversation about football, and had not noticed. But looking across the table, she made eye contact with her mom, and with a sinking feeling she knew she had seen. Embarrassed, Ali looked down at her plate and kept eating.

never fear! I promise I'll see this story to the end. Here's the next installment: Chapter 20 “Baby, I’m nervous,” Ali confided in Gabe the night before the race. “Why’s that Ali?” “Well, coach is making me run this race tomorrow and, well…” Ali paused. She was hesitant to talk about the negative side of their shared indulgence with Gabe—she didn’t want to disrupt the ecstasy that had defined the start of their relationship. After a moment she continued. “I never thought I’d have to race looking like this, and I’m worried I’m going to embarrass myself.” The two of them were lying on Gabe’s bed, naked and snuggled up against each other. Lying down, the changes in Ali’s figure were not so noticeable, but as she spoke she sat up and grabbed a handful of pudge for emphasis. “Hmm, I’m not sure I agree. I might have to take a closer look.” Gabe teased her, gently slapping her ass and then caressing around her navel piercing in circles with his pointer, the tip of his finger just grazing her softer flesh. Ali, suddenly turned on, rolled onto her side to face him. Her belly looked convex in this position, and as she propped herself up on her elbow a pronounced side roll formed above her hip bone. She reached for him, they started kissing, and she soon forgot her worries. The next morning Ali woke up early to prepare for the race. After a quick and light breakfast (she always had trouble keeping food down when she raced) she headed down to the team locker room to get changed into her uniform and start warming up. Her teammates had yet to arrive when she walked in, so she put some music on, stripped down and dug her uniform out of her locker. As she laid it out on the bench in front of her, Ali had a sinking feeling. This was the same uniform she’d received the previous spring, and hadn’t it been a little tight then? Thanks to her injury she had not raced in it yet. To make matters worse, in cross country season they raced in briefs as opposed to the usual spandex shorts—spectators would really have nothing left to the imagination. Ali took a deep breath and slipped it on. Thanks to the elasticity of the material it was not difficult to slide into, but once the uniform was on she was aghast at how tight it was. She was about to head over to the mirror to see how it looked when she heard the nervous excitement of race day chit chat down the hallway—a few of her teammates were arriving. Though normally she got off on putting her gain on display, something about the race shifted her attitude, making her feel somewhat mortified at the thought of having her body on display for them. She quickly threw on her warmup sweats and jacket to cover herself up, just managing zip up the jacket as three of her friends walked into the locker room. “Ali, I’m so excited you’re running today!” Her friend Emma exclaimed, as the two other girls exchanged a knowing look. “I know, me too!” Ali lied. “First race since last March, feels so good to be back.” They were soon joined by the rest of the team, and together they walked out to the cross country course. It was a warm fall day, and as the morning progressed the temperature quickly climbed, causing the girls to shed their layers one by one. Most of them even discarded their uniform tops for now in favor of just a sports bra; all of them that is, except for Ali. As she jogged along with the team she was acutely aware of every jiggle in her stomach, thighs and butt, not to mention the way her boobs, much larger than they had been last time she raced, bounced up and down uncomfortably with every step. Nor could she ignore how the other girls’ bodies looked, lean and strong, with no extra weight to carry as they ran. It was only just before the gun went off that Ali shed her layers, safe in the anonymity of 200 girls on a starting line. The other girls were too much in the zone to pay her any mind, and the spectators too far away to see her clearly. But if any of them had clued in on Ali, they would have witnessed quite a sight. Ali’s uniform top was so tight that it looked like it was painted onto her body, the outline of her growing boobs clearly visible underneath. More importantly, it was now much too short, failing to cover her belly button when she stood still, and riding up almost to her rib cage when she ran. Below that her belly lacked any definition whatsoever, and pooched outwards considerably. The uniform bottoms were even worse. They were so tight that she had a very obvious cameltoe, and they didn’t even begin to cover her ass. To make matters worse, when she started to run they immediately rode up as well, almost giving the appearance of a thong. The gun went off and the 200 girls sprinted off the line. Ali dropped immediately to the back, not wanting to go out too fast and burn out. As she ran she was very aware of the excess weight she was carrying—she felt heavy and soft. But much to her surprise, she also felt strong. And as the race progressed, she found herself starting to pass people rather than falling back. By the time she crossed the finish line she had nearly caught up with the girls on her team she usually ran with, and she was only just off her time from last year. Exhausted and quite relieved, Ali forgot about the tightness of her uniform as she sat down on the ground after the race, catching her breath and putting her out of shape body on display. If the spectators at the race hadn’t noticed the chubby girl in the tight uniform sprint down the final stretch, her belly pumping up and down as she crossed the line, they definitely noticed her now. And while she was still not even chubby compared to the general population, relative to the best cross country runners in the region she looked downright obese. Some pitied her as she sat there, unconscious of how fat her stomach looked as it spilled over her briefs. Others judged her, snickering as they gazed in her direction. And a select few were so turned on by the sight they couldn’t look away. That night Ali and Gabe were celebrating her completion of the race with a large pizza and a box of donuts when the men’s team group text started going off. Curious, Gabe opened up iMessage to see what people her discussing. Yo boys, check out this link. http://www.letsrun.com/forum/sfjl3r4k Holy shit, the world is noticing… She’s a cow, gdamn Gonna have to switch to shot put this season at the rate she’s going Have you seen her ass lately tho??? Together they clicked on the link. Lets run was the number one forum for all things track and cross country, and there were often threads created about various races they participated in. This particular thread was titled “Star runner crazy weight gain”, and it was all about Ali, her prowess the previous season, and her weight gain. It was even complete with before and after pictures from last season and today. Many people had weighed in, some suggesting it must have been thanks to injury, others simply making fun of her, and some even questioning if she was pregnant. Ali’s initial reaction to this was one of horror and embarrassment. But underneath was that familiar sense of excitement and eroticism that had defined her state of mind for the past few months. She quickly pushed away the negative feelings and focused on the moment. Gabe, immensely turned on by the pictures posted on the forum, started to run his hands all over her and shower her with compliments. And before she knew it she was wrapping her arms around him and pulling him inside her. She was so tremendously turned on that when he entered her and pushed her knees back towards her shoulders, the feeling of her belly button piercing getting enveloped by her fat rolls pushed her over the edge and she came almost immediately.

Been a bit busy so haven't had as much time to work on this as I'd like. Here's a short chapter for now, still much more to come for Ali and Gabe... Chapter 19 The next day Ali took advantage of some warmer than average November weather and showed up to practice in a sports bra and spandex shorts that left very little to the imagination. She could tell that people were starting to notice her gain. Teammates would whisper about it in the locker room when they thought she wasn’t within earshot. And she’d catch girls she ran with everyday looking at her larger ass or her softer belly, only to look away a little too fast when she gazed in their direction. This did not lead to any embarrassment on her part though—if anything it turned her on. Ali knew how thick she looked in her outfit that day, and was secretly excited to show her body off to the team. The weather had been cold for the past few weeks, so no one had really been able to see the results of her indulgence until now. As they set off on their run for the day, the ramifications of her nightly stuffings with Gabe were abundantly clear to her as well. Her ass jiggled significantly with every step, and her belly was jiggling more than she’d ever felt it before. Ali was used to being able to use her stomach muscles to fully control the flesh on her stomach, but now she had enough of a ** belly that it had a mind of its own, and no amount of sucking in or flexing could stop it from jiggling. Feeling these things at the start of the run, Ali despaired. How could she possibly keep up with her teammates carrying all this extra weight? But as the run progressed, she felt better and better. The extra weight brought with it extra strength, and didn’t seem to impact her endurance too much. She finished their 5 mile run with the pack, even sprinting ahead of a few of the girls in the last quarter mile. And she couldn’t help but notice that lots of the other girls were more tired than she was. Imagine how fast I’ll be when I drop the weight, she thought to herself. I’m really going to have to dial back these nights with Gabe. As they were sitting around catching their breath, the coach came over to have a word with Ali. As he walked up to her, he couldn’t help but notice how heavy she was getting. Three large rolls formed on her belly as she sat on the track catching her breath, the lowest one spilling generously over her waistband. This came in stark contrast to the rest of the team, who didn’t carry enough body fat to form one belly roll between them. “Ali, can I speak with you in my office?” He asked. “Absolutely!” She replied, peripherally aware of a few snickers from her teammates—they all knew what this conversation was about. Coach wasted no time jumping right into the conversation when they sat down in his office. “I’m breaking NCAA rules by saying this, but I’m really concerned about your weight Ali.” Ali felt a shiver run through her with his words, and couldn’t help but notice how her but spread out just a little bit wider on the narrow stool she was perched on than she remembered. “I know coach, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to get this big, I just couldn’t stop indulging myself once I began.” Not the full truth, but not a lie either, she thought to herself as she studied his expression. He wasn’t super pissed about it, she realized. More surprised, exasperated. And was that a little bit of desire she saw in his eyes as his gaze turned downwards to her midriff? Ali was still wearing just a sports bra and spandex, and her belly was pooching out noticeably over the waistband of her shorts, forming a roll in the front and minor love handles on the sides. “What’s done is done, I’m not worried about the excuses. We need to act fast if you’re going to meet your goals and be a valuable part of the team this spring. I need you on a strict diet effective immediately. And I don’t want to see you unable to keep up with the team because you’re out of shape.” “Don’t worry coach, I’m on it.” Ali said enthusiastically as she walked out of his office. And she really meant it too, her drive to succeed on the track burned deep inside her. “Oh and one more thing, Ali.” He called after her. “I’m expecting you to run at the cross country championships next week.” Ali’s heart sunk upon hearing this. She was not at all sure she had the fitness to perform well in a longer cross country race. And she hated not living up to expectations.

Chapter 18 Ali and Gabe’s first night together set the tone for their burgeoning relationship. For the next few weeks they were almost inseparable, and Ali found herself stuffed to the max on almost a nightly basis. As a result, she started to gain weight a lot faster than she had been up to this point. Ali knew she was heading into dangerous territory. When she planned to gain for one more month before preparing for track season, she’d anticipated continuing at the same pace she’d kept up so far that fall—four, maybe five pounds a month. But she hadn’t been banking on such frequent stuffings, nor the sheer amount of fattening food she’d consume each time. Deep down she was aware that if she kept this up she’d be putting herself at risk of not accomplishing her goals. But she was enjoying this newfound routine so much that on the surface she continued to tell herself that it was fine, that she’d lose the weight no problem in time for season. I lost it last summer, there’s no reason I can’t do it again, she told herself repeatedly, in partial denial of the repercussions of her nightly stuffings. A week after her first night with Gabe, Ali woke up and got ready for class, pulling her largest pair of jeans out of the dresser, the only pair that still fit her. Struggling into them every morning was a huge turn on for her, despite the fact that jumping up and down to get them over her growing thighs was starting to get annoying. On this particular morning, she had to lie down on the bed to wriggle into them. After finally getting them over her hips and ass, she made to sit up, her stomach muscles engaging and pushing the soft mound of her lower belly up through her unzipped fly. The site of this brought a smile to her face, and got her thinking other horny thoughts. When Ali arrived at class, she took a seat next to a few friends in the back. On the way in she’d absentmindedly reached up to touch the doorway, causing her jeans to ride down a bit. Because of this, when she sat down her lower belly was free to spill over her waistband. Ali had felt this happen before, but something was different this time—her belly was pooching out farther, there was just more fat there than every before. After checking to make sure no one was looking, she slid her hand under her shirt and brushed her fingers softly along the roll of flesh that had formed. She was so turned on by this that she told her friends she wasn’t feeling well, got up, left, and went back to her dorm to pleasure herself. The next sign of Ali’s accelerated weight gain came a few days later when she was putting her bra on to get ready for a date with Gabe, and it was simply too tight to wear. At her skinniest, Ali was somewhere between and A and b cup. But lately she’d been a solid B, and today, maybe even larger. She cupped her boobs in each hand, noting how much fuller they felt than usual. She could even push them together and make her nipples tough, something she’d never been able to do before. “Fuck it, I guess I’m not wearing a bra on this date tonight,” she said outloud, smirking. “Anyways, Gabe will love the reason why.” For the next few weeks little occurrences like this continued to excite Ali. Finally, after about a month had passed since her last weigh in, she stood in front of the mirror surveying the damage. Her legs continued to look thicker and thicker, but the muscle she had underneath prevented them from looking flabby. Her hips were now noticeably wider than before she’d started gaining, and her ass was sticking out further behind her than every before, jiggling considerably when she jumped up and down in front of the mirror. The result was her lower body looked much more voluptuous, but still smooth and well formed. Ali’s attention though was fixated on her stomach. There was no sign of definition whatsoever, and her lower belly actually curved outwards a bit if she did not suck in, as if some extra flesh had been plastered onto her. When she grabbed it, she could pinch a few inches. Sitting down, her three belly rolls were bigger than ever, and the lowest one, nearly three inches wide now, almost touched her thighs as it pushed over the waistband of her underwear. Stepping onto the scale, Ali was a little shocked, yet not completely unsurprised to see the reading—152.3. A gain of 8 pounds in a month, she thought to herself. I guess it makes sense, Gabe and I have really been getting after it. Ali couldn’t help but steal glances at her thicker body in the mirror as she considered her new weight. She had only meant to gain a bit more this month, putting her at 147 or maybe 148. Now she’d have to lose 18 pounds in just three short months to be ready to compete. Thinking about that, she started to panic. And to calm herself down she reached for a few Oreos out of an open box sitting nearby, left over from her most recent stuffing session with Gabe.

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Chapter 17 Ali was a little nervous going into her date with Gabe, for multiple reasons. First and foremost, her desire to gain weight was still new to her, and this would be the first time she shared it with another person. On top of that, she didn’t really know if the two of them would have enough in common to carry a conversation and have a good time. Gabe was waiting outside the restaurant when Ali arrive. They said hello and hugged, and he was exhilarated to feel just a hint of softness on her lower back as his hand was placed there. Ali forgot her nervousness almost immediately as they sat down and started talking. She felt comfortable in Gabe’s presence. He was kind yet confident, and he listened really well. They did not discuss anything related to weight gain, feederism, or stuffing the whole meal. But as they kept ordering more food and she felt her stomach press harder and harder into her jeans, the topic was on the forefront of her mind. Naturally, it was all he was thinking about as well. Gabe, for one, was amazed at the quantity of food Ali put away. In order to maintain his size for shot put he was forced to put away an inhuman amount of food on a daily basis. Ali kept pace with him the entire meal, and even offered to finish the last few bites of his dessert, when he could eat no more. Ali’s pants were feeling embarrassingly tight by the time they stood up to leave, and this in turn made her a little hornier than expected. Going into the date she’d gone back and forth on where she thought the night would lead them, but after such great conversation just a touch of horniness was enough to put her over the edge. “You wanna head back to my place?” She asked Gabe, as they walked out of the restaurant, rubbing her full, distended belly as she spoke. “Only if I can feed you more when we get there.” Gabe replied. Hearing this sent a shiver through Ali’s whole body. This was exactly what she wanted, she felt sure. Gabe had felt a little reckless with that last comment, but after seeing her reaction he knew it had clearly played in his favor. As they walked back to Ali’s dorm he put his arm around her, his hand placed on her side just above her hips. He could feel the outward curve of her bloated belly, and couldn’t help but reach even farther around her, trying to slide his hand all the way to her belly button. Feeling this, Ali rotated in his arms, pressing her ass into him and allowing his hand to feel her stomach in all its glory. At the same time, he placed his hand on her neck and pulled her face towards his, kissing her deeply. The combination of her ass pressing into his pelvic area and the hard, outward curve of her belly was so overwhelming that for a second Gabe felt like he might just come on the spot. Ali returned his kiss enthusiastically before rotating again to face him head on, pressing her body into his with tremendous urgency. Then just as soon as the moment had happened, she pulled away, grabbing his hand and leading him back to her dorm at nearly a run. Things escalated quickly when they arrived. Gabe had been fantasizing about seeing Ali naked for so long that he had the impulse to just tear her clothes off immediately. But to avoid freaking her out, he allowed her to make the first move. It didn’t take her long—after just a few seconds of making out, she put his hands under her shirt and slid them upwards. Gabe pulled the shirt over her head, and then quickly unbuttoned her jeans and marveled at the view. Incredibly bloated from dinner, her belly looked more full and round than he’d imagined. Her jeans were relatively high waisted, and fully covered her belly button. Gabe could not help himself, he went to unbutton them straight away, receiving no protest from Ali. Her pants were so tight that unbuttoning them actually required quite a bit of effort on his part. As he finally undid her zipper, her belly button piercing pooched outwards, the centerpiece of the sexiest sight he had ever seen. She had that unique look that girls who aren’t too heavy yet have when they stuff themselves, her flesh looking hard and unblemished, yet soft at the same time. As Ali turned around to put her pants on a chair, he caught his first full glance of her ass. It was like your classic track girl’s ass, yet just slightly bigger, and slightly softer. It was so strong and well formed, yet as she moved it actually jiggled a bit. Gabe couldn’t help but imagine what it would look like if she kept gaining. Ali turned back around and pressed herself back into him, seemingly intent on escalating towards sex quickly. But Gabe had other ideas. Pulling away from her, he located a full bag of potato chips and brought them over to her. “I know you’re still hungry, baby.” He cooed. Ali nodded her head vigorously as she sat down on the bed, her full belly fully on display. “You’re going to have to beg me for them though.” Gabe added, teasingly. “Please feed me, baby.” And so he did. And he could have sworn that with every chip she seemed even more fit to burst. “Tell me how fat I’m getting.” She demanded after a while. “You’re really getting huge Ali,” he exaggerated. “Wayyyyy too big to be a good runner.” This last comment turned her on like nothing she had ever experienced before. Swatting the bag of chips out of his hands, she urged him on. “Please fuck me baby. Please fuck me now.” She was so full that her belly didn’t even form into rolls when he pushed her legs back to enter her.

Chapter 16 It has to be Gabe, right? Ali thought to herself as she leaned back in her desk chair, her shirt rising up and the rolls of her lower belly flattening out to expose her slightly deepening belly button, surrounded on all sides by softness. There were only two other shot putters on the team, one of them had a girlfriend, and the other just didn’t fit the bill. Not only that, but she could have sworn she’d caught Gabe checking her out more lately at practice. In her ignorance, she’d assumed he just thought she was cute, but now she realized he was staring at more than just her pretty face. He was certainly not exactly Ali’s type. She usually went for slim, athletic builds. At 6’4 265, Gabe was a good 75 pounds heavier than anyone she’d been with before. This didn’t really phase her though. She had this relatively new discovery of her desire to gain weight, so why not experiment with a bigger guy? Plus, she knew that he’d be down to explore the fetish with her. Wouldn’t other guys find it weird if she asked them to play with her belly and feed her? Plus, they might not find her attractive anymore if she gained more weight. Gabe, as a prospective romantic partner, provided none of these issues. Still though, she wasn’t sure, and so decided to give it a few days before responding. After telling Ali that he was a shot putter, Gabe checked his inbox almost obsessively, sometimes multiple times and hour, but received no reply for the first two days. That week in their chemistry lecture, the only course the two of them were both enrolled, Ali arrived late and sat down right next to him. As they rarely exchanged more than pleasantries, this surprised him. For the first few minutes of the lecture, Gabe could not focus. Instead, he kept stealing glances at Ali. A sweatshirt obscured most of her upper body, but he could have sworn her legs, adorned with leggings, looked a bit thicker than you’d expect for a long distance runner. Then she got an itch somewhere on her side, and pulled up her shirt to scratch it. He caught a glimpse of the outline of two rolls on her upper belly, the lower of the two spilling slightly over her high waisted leggings. Under the leggings was a clear outline of a larger, and very enticing lower belly roll. It was all Gabe could do to not fall out of his chair. Ali, meanwhile, was well aware of what she was doing. And so to tease Gabe just a little she adjusted her leggings, sucking in her belly in order to pull the waistband down below her navel, and then letting it push back out. As it did, a lower belly roll a full two inches thick settled above her leggings, in full view. Hope you enjoyed the show in chem today Gabe sat at his computer, mouth agape that night as he read and reread the message from Ali. After a few minutes consideration, he responded. Couldn’t get enough This time, her response was immediate. More where that came from. Tomorrow night, Taylor’s, 7pm. I’ll be putting away at least three large portions of pasta. See you there? Gabe couldn’t believe his luck. It’s a date!