ross_campanella

I’m a school band teacher and play flute professionally! Send any questions my way 😎

Hey all! With the advancements of AI lately, I was wondering if this kind of thing would be possible. Would there be an app where the AI could encourage me as I gain weight? Not sure what’s possible here. Obviously it could give me recipes and things, but how about actually comment about my gain and encourage me to get bigger? If so, please let me know what you would recommend! Thanks!

Hey there! I think I can speak for many of us here when we say we would absolutely love that. I’m a big fan of when my fiancé sits on me. I love when she uses her size against me and I feel powerless. She has gone from 175 to 255 pounds since we’ve known each other, and now that she’s so big I can’t move at all once she’s on top. It’s a wonderful feeling. She’s gone from size L bottoms to 2X or even 3X 🥰

It’s a huge turn on for me! My partner is 5’4” 250 with an enormous butt, and I love anytime she can use her size to dominate me. Her sitting on top of me is a situation where I’m completely powerless and it feels amazing. Make sure you establish a safe word or signal you can tap on her!

Let’s see if everyone loses their mind as you predicted 😆

Seeing a piece on women's sumo wrestling when I was younger was one of the things that helped me realize the type of women that I'm into, and I've been loosely following it on and off since then. I recently came across a video from the 2022 world games and thought I recognized the heavyweight winner, Svitlana Yaromka from Ukraine. I went back and looked up an older video of her and had to do a double take- the contrast was crazy! I found it interesting that she also competed in Judo and took Silver in the European championships in 2017- pictures of that show she was still at her smaller size then. Presumably she chose to focus solely on sumo after that and completely blew up. I love that despite being shorter than most of her competitors the announcers comment on how absolutely powerless the other heavyweights were against her. I remember her losing a lot when she was smaller, so I'm glad she has found success at her new huge size- It's too bad they don't have the specific weights listed anywhere! I’m so curious what her before and after weights are and how much she gained. Before (2013)- https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3oZEPK6xY6c After (2022)- https://youtu.be/0JOzkTnjBNY?t=325

Thanks for all the kind words, guys, especially on my first attempt at putting something up on this site. Unfortunately that was where the story ended. If I'm being completely honest that last part at the end after the two dashes after the word "dream" where I went in for the kiss never actually happened! I'm not sure I would have had the self restraint if I had been placed in the same situation now. Everything else was true, though! "Rachel" is now married with two kids and is still probably around that same size. I'll be getting engaged within the year to a wonderful woman that is an infinitely better match for me. She has gone through quite a gain herself and loves her size but I can't take any credit for that! I'll definitely think about putting another story up here soon- I have some ideas floating around in my head. Thanks again!

– It was Monday night of Spring break and I felt conflicted. Campus was a ghost town because all my friends had gone home or on trips. I had taught the school day and practiced saxophone for an hour after getting home. What I really wanted was to see Rachel. Was it unfair to reach out? I had lucked out that all of our previous meetings had been by chance, but conveying some intent here on my end could get a little sticky. Even despite the change in her appearance I highly doubted she had changed in her values at all or marriage timeline, and I genuinely wanted to respect our breakup and not create more discomfort. But honestly I just couldn’t stay away. Call it lack of willpower, call it a surplus of attraction. I didn’t even know how to describe my feelings towards her at the time. It was kind of like our relationship had shifted- At least in my eyes I subconsciously knew and accepted that our romantic relationship had ended, but had started to realize that we were both able to derive pleasure (and a lot of it) from being around each other in a feeding space. I just hoped she felt the same way and wasn’t thinking I was trying to get back together with an expedited timeline now that she had seriously chunked up. Rachel! Hope you’re well. I’m probably headed to the gym in about an hour if you want to join. Ross! Great hearing from you. I’m so there! No promises on how I’ll do- I just ate a big dinner 😅 Trying to break your record? Oh the record has most certainly been broken. That’s old news. A picture popped into frame. It was seven empty sandwich wrappers, seven empty fry boxes, and an empty milkshake cup. Let’s just say the fine folks over at Chick-Fil-A and I have gotten quite…familiar this past month. As a result of your generous donation of course. 😳 Hahah I thought you might like that. I would have sent it last week when I went but it didn’t quite feel right. Sounded like we were on the same page relationship-wise. I gotcha. No worries, no expectations. Looking forward to seeing you! Same- so excited! I actually bought myself a new workout outfit last week but have been a little afraid to wear it. Should I? Rachel! I’ve never known you to worry about what others think. You just ate seven sandwiches in a public restaurant. Besides, it’s Spring break. The only person there’s going to be your trainer 😜 I got to the track before her and did a quick mile- I had a feeling working out together wasn’t going to be the most fruitful for me from an exercise standpoint. I remember feeling a little confused. I had resigned myself to the idea that we would never be together as a couple, yet I could barely contain my excitement to see her- it felt a little like the early days of our relationship when things were so fresh and new. Now I fully expected Rachel to maybe be a little bit bigger than last time I saw her, but once again I was stunned when her frame approached the glass door leading to the rest of the sports and rec center. She gingerly squeezed herself through the door sideways as I think she knew it would never have worked straight on with her wide hips. She had become absolutely massive. Bright blue cropped leggings accentuated her impossibly thick legs; her calves were probably as big around as some girls' waists! Her waistband was pulled up high to contain a now-sizeable belly, a new development as Rachel had always been more bottom-heavy. The big belly jiggled with every step, even when packed into the tight spandex. What shocked me the most was that all she wore on top was a matching blue sports bra. This left a five inch ring of chub around her middle that adorably hung ever so slightly past her waistband. Her chest had seen some gains as well and her deep cleavage came all the way up to her neck… or what was left of a neck. It had thickened so much and her chin had gotten so fat it was tough to tell where one ended and the other began. Her face was barely recognizable, any defining contour or curve now covered with a thick layer of fat. As always her massive ass was the star of the show. As she turned away from me and got up on her tiptoes to hang up her winter coat, each planetary cheek bounced up and down and jiggled side to side- she had to be carrying over 50 pounds in her ass alone! As she ponderously turned to face me I must have looked quite bewildered as she laughed at me, hand digging into her plush love handle in a sassy stance.“What kind of greeting is that?” “Wow, just wow,” I barely was able to get out as she put her arms out for a hug. I really couldn’t imagine a human being feeling any better in my arms. She was big, warm, and soft beyond belief. As I squeezed I could feel my arms sink into her thick layer of blubber and I was pressed into her expansive belly. I could barely touch my fingertips together around her vast circumference and had to squeeze deeper into her softness to make it happen. As we released and backed up there was definitely electricity in our eyes. She broke the silence. “I don’t look too much like a big blueberry?” I laughed. “You do give off blueberry vibes, but it works for you.” “Aww thanks. What are we starting with?” “Let’s stretch a little to warm up” I watched as she thoughtfully circled the mat I had laid out for her and quickly realized that at her size simply getting on the ground had now become a strategic operation. After a few moments of deliberation she strenuously went into a squat and then sort of rolled backwards onto her huge rear. She somewhat over-rotated and almost tipped onto her back with legs in the air, but then was able to regain her balance. I watched her whole body jiggle as her legs hit the ground and she exhaled from the effort. “Wow, great workout, Ross.” She laughed. “I think I’m done for the day.” I took her through some basic stretches- all stuff we used to do regularly at the beginning of our relationship. I was shocked and aroused at how difficult these simple movements had become. Her bountiful breasts and belly blocked her way from reaching anywhere near her toes, and it was now a huge struggle to even cross her legs due to how absurdly thick her thighs had become. A grin crossed her face. “Do you remember how many push-ups I could do when we used to work out together?” Was she enjoying this? I can't tell if she is here for real or not. “Um, I think you were up to 15 or 20 at your highest.” I watched as she precariously rolled herself over onto her belly and groaned as she attempted to heave her massive frame off the mat. Her shoulders raised maybe one or two inches before she slumped back down, defeated. Her blimped up butt jiggled like crazy now that her muscles were relaxed and I could see her breasts spread out and form a cushion for her chest. “How many was that?” She giggled. “Um, I think at least 20,” I laughed. It was amazing how wide she was laying face down on the mat. It would have been a struggle to step over her. “See, I’m still fit!” She laughed. “What’s next?” “Jumping jacks.” “Oh man you’re gonna make me get up.” “Good thing you’re still fit!” “Oh, be quiet.” She said, collecting herself before heaving herself up on all fours. It was like the bigger she got, the more sassy and playful she was as well. I watched as she carefully got one huge leg under her and I held her hand and put a hand on her plush side to steady her as she rose to her feet. She huffed and puffed and had to readjust her leggings as they had started to fall down from the effort, exposing handfuls and handfuls of booty meat. “She is beauty, she is grace,” she gasped with a smile. “Jumping jacks used to be so easy! Let’s see where we are now.” As I looked down I could see that Rachel’s legs had gotten so thick to the point that she almost didn’t have ankles anymore. Even though she was only able to get her body a few inches off the ground with each rep, it set her entire soft heavy body in frenetic motion. Her chest nearly hit her in the face with each “jump”, and after three reps her belly had completely escaped the confines of her leggings. As much as I would have loved to see it in all of its glory, she quickly stuffed it back in, red in the face and panting hard. “Oh my goodness, Ross! I don’t even know what to say, I can’t do anything anymore.” she said sheepishly, absolutely dripping with sweat. “Don’t worry about it! You’ll get there. Let’s walk the track.” “Sounds a little more my speed.” As we started walking I couldn’t help but notice that her arms and chest had gotten so fat that her arms couldn’t hang at her side anymore. As we walked (and she waddled), her arms stuck out from her side and made a slight circling motion as we walked the track. “Where’s the set from? It looks great!” “Thanks- Old Navy! They are one of the only places where I can find cute clothes in my size.” “And what size might that be?” As soon as the words left my mouth it occurred to me that they might have been a little bold. “Wouldn’t you like to know! Don’t you know never to ask a woman her size?” She paused a beat then giggled. “Your girl is now a 3x on the bottom and XL on top.” 3X! I remember when she had proudly gotten down to a medium. It was such a hot thought that I almost fainted from the excitement. As she said “3X” she clapped each beach ball-sized butt cheek with both hands, sending them jiggling intensely like jell-o. “Well,” she said after a few slow laps. “Thanks for humoring me tonight. I was planning on making cookies when I got home and my host family is away. No pressure at all, but would there be any kind of chance that you’d like to join me?” I paused. In for a penny, in for a pound. “I think we’ve earned a cookie or two! I’m there.” As we were about to head out the door into the harsh March wind, her eyes suddenly lit up. “Hold on a minute, follow me!” I stayed on her tail (and enjoyed the view) as she made her way into the lower weight room. I was curious what she was getting at, but I then realized she was heading for a scale in the corner. She excitedly stepped on, her whole body jiggling as she did. “Ross, come look!” As I approached I could see that the scale read 281 pounds. “Oh my goodness, I’m so massive!” She laughed, shaking her generous soft belly with both hands. “I suppose I shouldn’t be surprised given the way I’ve been eating. Can you believe I’m up 110 pounds from when we first met? That’s like a whole skinny girl!” She laughed more- it seemed like she was proud of it! “Your turn, Ross.” I tried to hide my arousal as I stepped on the scale. Rachel looked down and scoffed. “162- what a shrimp! I’ve got over a hundred pounds on you now, little man. We’ve gotta put a little meat on those bones,” she giggled, grabbing my toned bicep. I felt like I could almost faint- I had never encountered a woman so big and so confident, and the way she compared and teased me was hitting a spot I didn’t know I had. “How are you feeling about being your size? I know in the past you didn’t feel very comfortable, and that was 80 pounds ago.” “Funny you should ask. At first I simply loved eating and getting that stuffed feeling and used to wish I could do it without gaining weight. But ever since I started gaining again after being home for the Summer it just feels different. I started to love being big and getting bigger for so many reasons. For one I feel so warm and cozy and think I look so cute! I think you’d agree.” “Definitely.” I said, raising my eyebrows. “But also for other reasons. I used to be really afraid of it, but now I love that all eyes are on me when I walk in a room because I’m the fattest person there. I love the look on my friends’ and students faces when they see how fat I’m getting. I love that I’m well over twice the size of most other girls. I love that feeling of taking up a ton of space. I love the way I barely fit into clothes and chairs and that I can hear them straining to hold all of me. It makes me feel powerful and unignorable and makes me want to get bigger. I love that as I get bigger I can eat more and more without getting full. I love looking at a pile of empty food containers and thinking “I did that.” It’s not necessarily my goal, but I love watching that number on the scale go up and up and up. I love that my pants now declare that me and my huge butt are not large, not extra large, but extra… extra… extra large… You still with me, Ross- am I weirding you out?” I must have been staring again. “No...not at all! It makes perfect sense.” “You don’t think I’m crazy?” “Well for other reasons, yes…” “Oh stop. Meet you back at my place. I hope you’re hungry!” As I walked up the steps to her house I still didn’t feel 100% right about things. After a few moments of internal dialogue, I came to the conclusion that I had been very clear on where I stood. She was the one to invite me over, and I was simply going to go with the flow and let myself have a good time. Within seconds of entering she had put a glass of ice water in my hand and invited me to find a spot on the couch while she finished baking. The TV was unsurprisingly on Food Network and I wondered how much of Rachel’s time was spent NOT thinking about food. “I’ll be right back with the cookies” she said, and I was once again treated to an amazing rear view as she waddled back to the kitchen, her magnificent humongous butt jiggling all the while in her blueberry outfit. I loved how her exposed back rolls overflowed the back of her waistband, and her butt was so round I could have almost placed my glass on top of it! “Cookie time!” She said in a sing-song voice as she emerged from the kitchen, tray in hand. “I made your favorite- a decadent rich double chocolate cookie.” As she set the tray down on a potholder on the coffee table I could see 20 extra large and beautiful cookies and was completely overtaken by the aroma. I had forgotten about this perk of being with Rachel! “Looks amazing, Rach.” “You know, since you haven’t been around I’ve naturally had to pick up your share of the eating,” she laughed, proudly patting her big belly. She haphazardly dropped her enormous butt on the couch, and the weight caused the couch cushions to dip inwards and sent me right into her. Her touch was incredible. As we voraciously tore into our first cookie, she looked down at me with her mouth full, her massive ass causing her to tower over me. “You know, Ross,” she said mid-chew, “I think it’s about time you had a taste of your own medicine. It’s no fair that I blow up over a hundred pounds and you stay slender as ever.” With that she placed two more cookies on my plate. “You’re too thin, anyway. Please just let go and go for it tonight with me- ok? It’ll be fun.” “Honestly these cookies are so unreal that I don’t think I could stop if I wanted to!” We both simply gave in to gluttony, giggling and smiling at each other as we ate delicious rich cookie after cookie. I had absolutely never felt more aroused and every time our eyes met there was electricity. She teased me as we went about how I couldn’t keep up, and it was absolutely true. Rachel was a machine as she devoured twelve cookies like it was no problem to my seven. That left one large cookie remaining as we both leaned back in stuffed bliss. “Split it?” I groaned with a wink, “I don’t think I can eat another bite!” “Nope. This one is all you, Ross.” Before I knew what hit me, she had grabbed the cookie and held it in front of my mouth. I could feel her huge warm softness press into the side of my body as she adjusted to make the position more comfortable for her. I instantly was aroused beyond belief. “Come on, Ross, open up. You can do it- I want to push your limits.” I closed my eyes and opened my mouth and she sensually pushed the entire large cookie past my lips. It was quick, but her hand gently caressed my cheeks and chin as she pulled it back to her side. We both slumped back on the couch, eyes half closed and bellies full to the brim. “Way to go, Ross,” she said flatly, too full to approach anything louder or more exciting. “Who knew you had it in you?” “Honestly,” I laughed, “I see the appeal. It feels so good to just let go and indulge.” I patted my own little distended belly. “Right? It’s the best. It was cute seeing you go all out.” She said, looking over at me. “You liked that, huh?” It was just as I let my eyes closed in stuffed blissful stupor, a sweet aroma once again filled my nostrils. As I opened my eyes I could see Rachel looking at me with a devilish grin, her eyes still half closed. My eyes widened in understanding and she nodded her head yes in confirmation. “Rachel, no, I can’t do any more.” “Who said they were for you? You may have hit your ceiling, but mine’s a lot higher than you may remember it. You’re gonna have to go get them, though. No way I’m getting up.” I was certainly full myself, but the lack of 110 pounds of extra blubber on my body made it certainly easier for me than it would be for Rachel. As I came back with the tray I was astounded at how wide Rachel looked on the couch- all her thick fat just kind of spread out when she sat. One of her thighs was easily as wide as both of mine together, and mine were far from small. While it wasn’t a big couch and may have seated three comfortably, I didn’t have too much room when sharing it with my corpulent friend. As soon as I sat down I could feel her start to breathe heavier. She barely opened her eyes. “Would you... feed them to me?” She whispered. I gasped- it was all just too much. Never before had I felt such arousal, but I had a job to do. I pressed myself up against her incredibly soft and warm side and brought the tray of cookies up to the arm of the couch on the other side of me. I began to slide cookie after cookie past her plump lips as she uncomfortably worked her way through tray number two. After ten cookies her breathing became sharp and pained. “Need to stop?” I asked cautiously. She shook her head no. “Pants too tight?” I asked- she nodded. I cautiously grabbed the waistband of her leggings with one hand and pulled it below her belly, revealing it in all its glory. It was milky white and impossibly beautiful, sloshing and jiggling with every one of Rachel’s movements. It was covered in bright red stretch marks, badges of honor from all of her gluttony and growth. I began to trace slow circles around the expanse of soft fat and her breathing gradually slowed. “Ready for more?” I asked- she nodded again painfully. “That’s it, big girl, you got this no problem.” I swung one leg over so that I was now straddling one of her huge thighs and facing her as I continued to rub her belly and feed her the remaining cookies. Her eyes still hadn’t opened since I had pulled her waistband down, but her mouth would open expectantly every time she was ready for the next decadent morsel. I was completely enraptured- doing this together regularly would simply be heaven! I was completely smitten and felt like I was in a dream. -- “One more, Rachel. Finish strong.” Her lips parted expectantly, and I paused and considered my next move. Instead of the last cookie I leaned in for an incredibly divine and chocolatey kiss. I let my body shift to be squarely on top of hers as we kissed and laying on her softness felt heavenly. Her eyes shot open in surprise, but then they too narrowed in arousal. We made out for a long while. Before I knew it she had rolled us over and now her enormous body was on top of me. Her tremendous weight pushed all the wind out of me and she giggled at my groans of discomfort. “Gosh, Ross, I was wondering how big I was going to have to get before you pulled something like that. I guess we have our answer now. What’s the matter? The trainer’s not strong enough to break free? How does it feel down there?” I could barely get any words out. Not only from the fact that all of Rachel's tremendous was directly on top of me, but from this dominant, teasing, and confident side of her that seemingly came out of nowhere. "Not... fair." I wheezed. She heavily rolled off of me and onto the floor, continuing to giggle as I struggled to catch my breath. As I looked down I could see her on the floor on her back, big belly still exposed. "Ok ok, I'll take mercy on you, Ross. I suppose it wasn't right for me to jump you like that." "Oh, you'll take mercy on me?" I practically leapt off the couch and started playfully grabbing handfuls of her belly, sides of her butt, and enormous love handles. She shrieked from the tickling and tried to get me off but she was too big to do anything. "You know, you're a lot less intimidating when you're pinned to the ground by your own blubber." "Hey! Don't pick on the fat girl." "You were the one that squashed me first!" "I think it's high time for our official wrestling rematch." My eyes widened and mouth opened in excitement at her suggestion. "Unless you're too scared." She continued, sticking out her tongue. "To be honest, I am a little concerned for my safety. I think there may be more than a few weight classes separating us. Rachel, you're massive." I could see that the words turned her on intensely and her cheeks flushed red. She had mentioned loving getting attention for her size and I was certainly giving it. "Help me up, let's go." I pushed the table aside and we headed to opposite ends of the living room. I laughed as she tucked her big belly back in her spandex, but then also realized the reality of what I was doing- She looked absolutely humongous. "Laugh while you can, little man. Any last words, Ross" "On my headstone, please write 'He died doing what he loved'" "Got it. One two three go!" I bolted towards her and covered the full stretch between us by the time she could take one heavy step. I wrapped up her softness as best as I could and tried to take her down, but she wouldn't budge. My face was buried in the blubber of her belly. "Ross, did I just feel something? Must have been the wind." She giggled. I could feel her wrap one chunky leg around the back of my leg and she let all near-300 pounds of her tip forward. There was nothing I could do. She landed squarely on top of me and shook the whole house in a manner that could have been measured on the Richter scale. I could hear a crash as a picture fell off the wall. As I opened my eyes thinking I might be dead, Rachel's round face was right there. "I guess I win, huh? Too much woman for ya?" "Not even close." "That's what I like to hear, because I'm not slowing down. What's my prize for winning?" I strained up from under her massive weight and kissed her on the lips again. They still tasted like rich chocolate. "That's a good start, but there's something else I've always wanted to do." With great effort, I could see and feel Rachel sit up so that she was straddling me, squeezing me between her enormous soft thighs. She dug her big belly out from her waistband and dropped it all directly on my face. I felt powerless but was surprised at how much that feeling turned me on. ”Oh my gosh, Ross, you’re really too small to do anything against me, huh?” She laughed as she lifted and dropped her heavy belly on my face over and over. It was sweaty but I actually loved the feeling. “Looks like you’re just going to have to lay there and take it because I’m just too much for you to handle.” With that she slowly spun herself around on top of me so that all I could see was her back rolls and massive ass. I groaned painfully with each time she shifted her weight. It was too late before I realized what she was up to as she scooted her colossal rear end back and let all of the weight and blubber down directly on my face. As she ground her weight onto me in a prideful show of power and dominance I knew there was no place I would rather be.

Sounds like a perfect video idea…

Thanks! I’ve got one more chapter- I’ll try to get around to it this week.

I’m so happy for you! Also, thanks for the shoutout and I’m flattered I inspired you to write this all out. Thanks for putting it up here!

It was actually quite some time until I saw Rachel next. The semester came and went and I didn’t see her at the gym at all despite continuing to go pretty regularly. Was our timing off or has she simply just not been going? Did my comment about her being bigger have something to do with it? Every time I went I hoped to run into her just to be able to take in that figure one more time, but it didn’t happen, Spring semester rolled around and now I was in various schools doing my student teaching instead of sitting in a classroom. At first it was overwhelming, all those kids and all those needs. Like any new teacher I certainly thought “I can’t do this” more than once. However, once I started to connect with students and they saw how much I cared everything kind of fell into place. I still very much felt like a beginner teacher, but seeing students get excited to come to my class is a feeling I’ll never get tired of. Despite no longer being a student in the classroom I continued to rehearse with the band, jazz ensemble, and orchestra after school hours. That February the orchestra was doing a fundraiser at Chick-Fil-A where if patrons mentioned the orchestra then a portion of their bill went towards our fundraising account. They needed orchestra people there to represent and inform guests about the opportunity, so I volunteered to take the 7:00-closing slot as I could get there right after jazz ensemble. Basically I sat at a little table by the door with our orchestra info on it, and I’d let patrons know that if they mentioned us at checkout then a portion of their bill would be donated to us- kind of a no-brainer and a win for everyone. Chick-Fil-A also provided a little spinning wheel for participating guests to spin as they leave- it might win them a coupon for a free sandwich, drink, toy, or land on a spot that doesn’t win them anything but asks them to do a dance or moo or something silly. The first hour went pretty smoothly- Chick-Fil-A is already super popular in the Midwest and the fundraiser was just another good reason to go get some. Tons of my friends came out and it was hilarious seeing how excited everyone got spinning the wheel. As I was chatting with two girls from the cello section I could see a large silhouette approach and come through the door. I tried to play it cool and not get too distracted from my conversation, but the reality was I could hardly believe my eyes! At first I didn’t quite recognize her, but as she sauntered closer I realized it was Rachel. It had been another four months since I had seen her at the track, and she certainly hadn’t slowed down her eating one bit. I always think it’s really hot when girls that have always been “thick” cross that line into truly “fat” territory, and I’d say that’s exactly where Rachel was. If she was 215 pounds at the gym that day she had to be at the very least 250 now. That may have even been generous- she was huge. I could see her massive thighs swishing and sliding over each other as she waddled my way, but it was impossible to miss her big belly tucked into leggings happily bouncing up and down with every step. I thought she would come say hi, but she simply put her hand up to her chin in a twinkle-fingered wave as she walked by. As my focus was pulled up towards her face I was completely stunned by how much it had changed. Throughout her previous gain she had always kept a pretty slim face and neck, but this last season of growth had really hit her hard. Her face had gotten so much fatter and rounder, any definition or jawline was now covered in a layer of chub that gave her chunky cheeks permanent dimples. Her neck had thickened and her double chin was even more prominent. Some might say she had “ruined” her face but to me it was a definite improvement. She was wearing a sleeveless workout top and her huge soft smooth shoulders and arms were on full display. The shoulder straps cut into her softness, her doughy skin there looked like bread baking around twine. What really got me, though, was the confidence with which she walked right past me. She carried herself with a model strut like she was the hottest woman in the restaurant, which was certainly no contest from my perspective. Soon she would walk right by me again, this time heading the other way. Her colossal rear end was all I could focus on. As it jiggled, wobbled, and bounced like an earthquake with every step I could only imagine how it felt to touch. As she waddled past a skinny flutist leaving the restaurant the contrast was incredible- Rach was easily twice the size of the other girl if not more. The thought came to my mind of one of those old school balance scales, two skinny flute players on one side suspended in the air and a fat, happy Rachel on the other, firmly weighing it down to the ground and patting her large belly with pride. Rachel had evidently chosen a high top table about twenty feet in front of me, directly in my line of vision. I was starting to see what she was getting at, and it was certainly working. I had no idea how the conversation with the cellists had ended and I didn’t even notice them leave. It was quite an ordeal for Rachel to heave her huge self up to the high top seat and I enjoyed every second of it. At first she tried to go rear first, but it was too big to fit between that and the table and she was too heavy to jump up into the seat which was bolted to the ground. Eventually she was able to grab the table and squeeze herself sideways up and in, but even that looked like a struggle. From my front row seat I could see how her butt completely swallowed up the seat she was sitting on and how her width hung over the sides. Even though she was only 5’6” she towered over the other guests from all that ass underneath her. Her belly was lightly pressed up against the table, even though a fried chicken restaurant such as this was certainly designed with plus-sized customers in mind. Before long a waiter brought out her food, and my eyes must have bugged out of my head with the amount of food on her tray! I saw at least six separate boxes and a large drink cup, which knowing Rachel was undoubtedly Diet Coke. She gave a furtive glance my way to make sure I was watching and a wry smile when she saw that I was- I hadn’t taken my eyes off her since she walked in! How could I? It was then that she started in on her meal and I had never seen anything like it. It was similar to that “under a spell” look she had when I first started cooking for her over a year ago, but even that intensity would pale in comparison to what I was seeing here. Her eyes were closed with bliss, neck tipping back every so often as she breathed heavily. One hand was sliding bites of chicken sandwich and waffle fries past her plump lips, the other was making slow circles on her burgeoning, tightening belly. At first I thought I was imagining it, but she began making soft moans of pleasure as she tore through the mountain of food. Was anyone else seeing what I was seeing?!? I looked around the restaurant and it was pretty much business as usual, nobody was batting an eye at this impressive display of gluttony before me. I checked my watch and it said 8:45- most patrons were leaving in anticipation of a 9:00 closing and Rachel was one of the last ones. As she took a big sip of her drink and neared the end of what was on her tray, she winced as she pulled her waistband below her undoubtedly stuffed belly. She gave a sigh of relief as it, now unconfined, doughily spread across her generous lap. She pulled her top down to cover it, but just for a moment I could see it fully in all its glory. As she ate more and more it pushed more and more firmly into the table as there was no moving the fixed seat backwards. Before long she was finished and she leaned her head back with her eyes closed and breathing hard, like a sprinter that had just run the 100 meter dash. I suppose a marathon might have been a better comparison with the amount she had just consumed. After a few more moments of stuffed bliss she wiggled herself out from the high chair and landed heavily on the ground from the three inch drop from where she was sitting. Her whole body jiggled from the impact and she regained her balance as she waddled my way. She stretched her waistband out and tucked her belly back in, giving her physique the illusion of an hourglass shape once again. “Hi Ross!” She laughed, both hands on her belly. “It’s so good to see you again!” She couldn’t stop cracking up because she knew just by looking at me how awestruck I was. She was fully aware of just how big she had gotten and was probably so excited at the thought of potentially running into me here. I don’t think my opinion of her mattered all that much to her, her gain was more a result of her discovering what truly made her happy and going for it. But based on her seat selection there was obviously an element of trying to put on a show a little bit. I think she just knew I would be one of the few people that would find it as hot as she did. I had heard the concept of girls losing weight after a breakup to get a “revenge body” but clearly it was the other way around with Rachel and I. I don’t think it was her goal but she was certainly getting her revenge- I felt powerless against her and probably would have done whatever she asked me to. For a moment I forgot about all the conservative stuff and wondered how I could ever end the relationship in the first place. “So…” she continued, still without a response from me. “Do I get to spin the wheel now?” “Oh! Yep. You most certainly do.” I felt like such an idiot- I could barely string a sentence together. She put a chunky arm out and gave the wheel a spin. It landed on a space that said “free chicken sandwich”. Her eyes lit up and she put her hands together with glee. I tore out a coupon from the book that they had supplied me with and handed her one for a free sandwich. “Thanks!” She said. “This’ll definitely come in handy this week.” Her tone was bright and bubbly, as if we hadn’t been in a year-long relationship and ignoring the obvious sexual tension in the room. As she turned to leave she looked back my way with a quizzical expression and her finger and thumb on her plump chin. “You know,” she started, “the sign does say ‘one spin per meal.’” “Ahh,” I saw where she was going with this and somehow managed to regain some composure, “that is correct. Did you happen to purchase more than one meal?” “I sure did!” She exclaimed proudly, giving her belly an absentminded gentle pat. She was clearly waiting for me to ask the next question. “How many… did you have?” “Four.” Four sandwiches and four boxes of fries! That had to be over 3000 calories. “So…” she continued, eyebrow raised at how I continued to not respond, “can I keep going?” I honestly didn’t know the answer to that but I wasn’t about to go ask. She had all the power over me and I felt like I had no greater desire than to give her what she wanted. I was too turned on to put the words together but I gestured with my hand towards the wheel to say “go ahead”. She spun again. Another chicken sandwich. “Yippee!” She happily hopped up and down, causing her whole body to jiggle in response. Her breasts were getting so large to the point where I wondered if they would hit her in the face if she jumped any higher. She immediately spun again and the wheel landed on a space that said “free milkshake”. “Oh boy, someone’s eating good this week,” she responded. Was that different from any other week? She spun one more time. There were certain spaces on the wheel that didn’t win anything, but in order to seem less negative to younger audiences they would say something like “do your best dance move” or “flap your arms like a chicken”. Rachel’s spin landed on a space that said “moo like a cow”. We both looked at each other, eyes wide with sudden realization. Whatever act or facade Rachel was putting on momentarily vanished as her cheeks flushed with obvious arousal. It was an innocent notion to most people to have to moo like a cow, maybe vaguely offensive or uncomfortable for their overweight audience, but to us it clearly represented something different even though neither of us had thought about it before. I could see her process the thought- a moo would be like an admission to having been completely overcome by her gluttony, to having become someone that absolutely lives to eat. That was exactly what she had become, and the truth was she had never felt happier or more beautiful. In many ways she had become a heifer, or that’s certainly what the woman at the clothing store had said the other day when she thought she was out of earshot. She must not have known Rachel had the ears of a trained musician. I could read the distress on her face and imagined her thought process. She really wanted to moo. It would feel so good to moo. In many ways it would be like a consummation of what she had become. But right here, in public? “Free waffle fries!” I nervously interrupted, having sneakily moved the wheel one tick over to the adjacent space from behind with my finger. “Oh, goody” she exhaled, having been saved the difficult decision. “Well, thanks, Ross. So great seeing you as always. And thanks…” she looked like she had something to add, but instead she turned to leave, her mountainous rear jiggling back into frame. I was sad to see her go- I hadn’t felt like that in a long time despite going on several dates since the end of our relationship. Suddenly my prayers were answered as she turned once more, a Cheshire Cat grin on her face. “Do I have to wait to use these coupons?” “I don’t think so.” This woman was incredible. I watched her turn and waddle back to the register. I don’t know if it was from the effort of walking around, the arousing eating experience, or the “moo like a cow” situation, but as she passed me it occurred to me that she had gotten pretty sweaty. They say you know you’re attracted to someone when you like the smell of their pheromones, and for some reason her sweaty condition turned me on even more. As she came back she grabbed my shoulder from behind. Her touch felt like heaven. “Come sit with me- it’s 8:53. Nobody else is coming in!” I laughed and pushed up fake glasses, “but I’m shirking my duties!” “Oh please. Your duty is making sure your patrons are having a good time and that they are well fed.” “Has that ever been an issue for you?” My confidence was somehow returning- hopefully that didn’t seem too mean. She stopped and turned and looked to look at me and rolled her eyes. I was completely smitten. She led me to a booth- she clearly wasn’t about to try that high top fiasco again, especially not with a full (or evidently not so full) belly. I made sure she got in ok- it was nowhere near as easy as I thought it would be. As she crammed herself into the tight space between the booth and the table I could see the fat from her butt smoosh up and cover almost halfway up her back! As I slid in and she arduously shuffled to the middle of the booth I was once again taken aback by the sheer width of her and how much I had to look up to meet her eyes. “Are you getting shorter, Ross?” She giggled. I couldn’t believe the confidence coming off her- she was like a new woman. “Don’t think so. You sure you’re not sitting on anything?” “Point taken. I suppose I have always had a little bit of a built-in booster seat.” I couldn’t take my eyes off of how plump her face had gotten. Her dimpled chipmunk cheeks and chubby chin and neck jiggled with every word. “How’s teaching going, Rach?” “It’s been great, thanks for asking. The schedule is a bit annoying. My mornings are open when no one else is around then I’m teaching all evening. I came right here from work. I suppose it is what I signed up for, though!” “I’m sure your kids are sounding great and loving it. They’re in good hands. How do you like to spend your mornings?” “Oh, you know, journaling, practicing, working out every once in a blue moon.” “I haven’t seen you at the gym lately! How’s ‘the battle of the bulge’?” She rolled her eyes and laughed. “As if it isn’t obvious. It really hasn’t been much of a battle lately, more of a slaughter. I’m not mad about it, though.” “I was about to say that you have a really nice aura about you! You probably already knew I would tell you I think you look lovelier than ever.” “I had a feeling you might, but that doesn’t make it any less meaningful. It’s hard for a big girl to get some love around here.” I loved that she was now self-identifying as a big girl- I don’t think the Rachel of old would have been so quick to do so. Before I could reply Rachel’s food was set down in front of her- two sandwiches, waffle fries, and a milkshake. Predictably that became the focus as she started in on the food with no less zeal than before. Two sandwiches and fries would be a hefty meal for anyone even without the milkshake, but it looked paltry in comparison to the four-meal-exhibition Rachel had just put on a half hour ago. Despite coming in strong the second sandwich seemed to give her some trouble. “Oh my god, I’m so full.” She looked like she was in pain. “You don’t have to keep going- you can take it home.” She looked up at me like I ruined the moment. “No I can’t. I have to finish this. I want to finish this. Tell me I can finish this.” “You can finish this.” Once again I was powerless. I notice that with musicians a lot of time we approach other non-musical things like a musician. We enjoy patiently continuing to work hard and rely on persistence and strength of will to achieve results. Rachel had clearly applied that mentality to eating and was achieving results, alright. She had become an eating machine. The sandwiches and fries were gone and now she was working on the milkshake. Her belly was out again, but this time she didn’t have the strength to try and pull her shirt down over it. The table cut into her belly, which certainly wasn’t helping, and all I could see of it was a milky white roll sitting right on its surface near her tray. As she sucked down sip after sip I watched her hand slide below the table and trace slow circles on her exposed belly that was out of view. I’m glad I couldn’t see from my vantage point because it might have been too much for me. “Come on, you got this,” I whispered, falling back into my coach mode, this time in a new sport. “Finish strong, big girl.” I saw her eyes squeeze shut at that comment and she made a soft exhalation. Some of the milkshake dripped past her lips and landed on her chest. “So full,” “You’re so close. Think of how good you’re going to feel when it’s all gone.” I realized I was restraining myself from what I really wanted to do, which was go across the booth next to her and start rubbing that belly myself. I went for it and she didn’t protest, just nodding gently, eyes still closed. I was shocked at how far out her belly protruded under the table, but I wasted no time in making gentle circles of my own. She took a deep breath and she finished off the milkshake. She exhaled heavily as she slammed the cup down in triumph. “You did it! Way to go.” “Gosh I don’t think I’ve ever been this full before,” she groaned. “Feel good?” “I have NEVER. Felt. Better.” “I’m so glad.” “Thanks for your help.” “What are friends for?” That word friend felt so wrong, especially after that experience. “Can I walk you out? I think they’re trying to close up.” “Definitely.” She said as I got up. I started heading to the door but noticed she remained in the booth. “I think I may need a little help getting out of this booth.” She said with labored breathing and an embarrassed expression. It was hard work getting Rachel out of the booth- her full-to-the-brim belly was definitely taking up considerably more space in the booth than when she had squeezed her large frame in. As I grabbed and pulled different parts of her in an effort to shimmy her out it crossed my mind that this was probably the most my hands had ever been on her. I had to stoop down and under the booth and come up on the other side in order to push her butt from behind and finally get her out. The way my hands sunk into each tremendously fat cheek was a feeling I would never forget. Eventually she made it out and tried without success to tuck her belly in before walking out to her car. “It feels a little weird to say, but I think I’m proud of you?” I giggled. “Six sandwiches, five boxes of fries, a coke and a milkshake, you better be proud of me! That’s a personal record.” She smiled defiantly. “After your… first meal,” we both laughed at that setup, “you were about to thank me for something before you stopped. What was it?” “This is going to sound super corny.” “Shoot.” “Well, I was going to thank you for reminding me of something that I always knew about myself. That eating is what makes me happy and I can be fat and beautiful at the same time.” “Is this an eating-themed hallmark movie or something?” “I knew it. Ugh, I should have kept my mouth shut.” “No, no, you’re fine. I’m glad you remembered that. I’m not going to pretend that simply liking bigger women makes me some kind of saint.” She laughed. “I know, that’s not what I’m saying. Clearly I’ve always known those things- my mama taught me well. You just helped me remember.” She suddenly smacked her forehead like she just remembered something. “Oh my gosh! I was so busy being a greedy pig I didn’t even ask how student teaching is going!” Greedy pig. Wow. “No worries, it’s been great. Very affirming.” “Oh that warms my heart. You probably have to stay here for Spring break next month, huh? You’ll probably be bored to tears. I’ll be around! Let me know if you want to get together- Jokes aside I actually have been meaning to get back to the gym at least a little.” “Let’s think about it, ok?” “Sure, sure, I get it. You have my number.” I held her bag as I watched herself laboriously lower herself into her sedan and watched the suspension brace under her weight. Her belly was almost touching the steering wheel as I was about to shut the door for her. “You know,” I said, “I think you dropped these on your way out.” I held up several pages from the coupon book that I had torn out before returning it. Her eyes widened and mouth dropped open as I stuffed them into her bag. “Don’t even think about trying to go back in- they’re closed!” She laughed. “I wasn’t going to. But we’ll see if I can break that record later this week.” “I hope you do!” I shut the door and she drove off into the brisk February night.

I admittedly didn’t think much about Rachel over the Summer for several reasons. The first being that I didn’t have much idle time. I worked at a golf camp during the week, played mens league ice hockey, and worked for my dad’s wedding music entertainment company on weekends. But honestly the breakup just sort of felt right. She was beautiful, yes, and we definitely had a deep connection, but I had a hard time getting past those values and felt like I was very much sacrificing who I was to be the partner she wanted me to be. I went on a handful of dates with other girls over the summer and it was really nice to not feel so limited by rules and just let things flow naturally. I did smile whenever I thought about how Rachel must be doing at home, probably tearing into some fried chicken with the ferocity of a wild animal. I had to make the long drive back out to the Midwest and be at school a week earlier than my peers to practice with the golf team and do some preseason stuff. I also had lined up a gig at a country club function with a few of the other musicians in the conservatory. After a successful performance I was helping the drummer bring his set back into the storage area backstage when I heard some commotion in the main concert hall. I poked my head out and was surprised to see Rachel taking chairs off of racks and organizing them on stage! The first thing I noticed was that she was wearing the green and white flannel shirt from that day at the cafe with the weightwatchers receipt. The next thing that I noticed was that the shirt was more than a little tight! As she reached up to the rack to grab another chair I could see the fabric by the buttons pulled so taut I was sure one would pop off. Her breasts were almost spilling out of what was certainly a too-small bra. When she turned around I could see how the shirt tightly clung to her back and sides, allowing me to see every curve and roll. I absolutely could not believe she had undone six months of training in one Summer of pigging out at home! Then again, was I really surprised at all? I couldn’t stand there forever with my mouth hanging open like an idiot, so I took a step out into the light of the stage and said, “Rachel?” Her eyes lit up when she saw me. “Ross!” She put her arms out and up as she approached for a hug, but my eyes immediately flicked down to how the motion had caused the bottom of her shirt to lift up, revealing several inches of a milky white soft belly that hung gently over the waistband of her jeans. I regained focus just in time to receive one of the most lovely soft hugs of my life. It was a tight one and I could feel myself cushioned by her once again sizeable belly. “I thought you graduated! You’re not coming back for a victory lap, are you?” “Hah, no. The studio I just started working at rented this space for their end of the summer session concert. I start teaching next week but they have me here helping out. How was your Summer?” “I’m so excited for you! My Summer was pretty good. Worked mostly, tried to relax where I could. Nice shirt, by the way.” She rolled her eyes and laughed. “I had a feeling you’d notice. I know I promised I’d never fit into this shirt again but mama’s cooking said otherwise.” As I looked at her shirt pulled tightly across her chest I thought to myself “well, technically you made good on your promise because you don’t fit into that shirt,” but all I said was “let me lend you a hand finishing up.” With class resuming and no Rachel on campus, it was a little bit “out of sight, out of mind”. I was consumed with school work as well as working hard in the conservatory practice room and the golf course, and still finding time to fit in daily workouts, typically a quick two miles on the indoor track. As I rounded the home stretch for another lap on the very small track, I was absolutely struck by a woman working out on the side with the most gorgeous figure. As I made the turn and went around again, I made sure I took an outside lane to get a better look. She was facing away and doing shoulder press but dressed head to toe in black spandex. She was large but definitely somewhat in shape- my favorite. Expansive wide hips and thick thighs, but everything rounded to the point that you knew there was muscle under all the chub. Her butt was glorious- plump and toned but even from my vantage point as I ran by I could see it jiggle every time she pushed the barbells up above her head. As I rounded my penultimate lap I mulled over some different lines I could approach her with. Everything sounded forced and a little creepy. As always I decided I’d just introduce myself and just act natural. Who was this girl? A first year student already trying to work off the freshman 15? A new adjunct faculty member? It was a small school so I had at least seen most people, but I would have certainly remembered a figure like that. I was in the process of summoning up the courage as I came down the straightaway for my last lap, but to my surprise the mystery woman was Rachel smiling and waving at the end of the track! “Woo! Way to finish strong, Ross!” “Rachel?!?” I panted, “what a surprise! You still work out here?” I asked, breathing hard. “Yep! I have to pay a little now as an alumni, but it’s still way cheaper than any other gym.” “Oh that’s cool! How’ve you been? Everything good at the studio?” “Teaching’s been great,” she replied, “and you know me, always fighting that Battle of the Bulge,” With that she snapped her waistband against her prominent belly with two fingers. It sent a ripple through her softness and I tried to act casual as I slipped both hands in my pockets to hide my arousal. Usually her leggings kind of pulled in her belly and hid it, but it was prominent and unhideable, jiggling sweetly with every movement. There were about two inches of exposed soft skin where the bottom of her top failed to meet the top of her legging and I struggled to look away. She looked so plush and incredible that I could barely focus on the conversation- I suddenly snapped back to reality to realize I had completely forgotten to reply to her! She giggled and filled the empty space kindly. “Ross, you were really flying there at the end! You look like you’re in really great shape as usual.” “Thank you, thank you. Well you look beautiful as usual.” “Oh please- You’re being too kind. I’ve been eating like crazy and have gotten so big these past five months. I feel like a whale- I have to regain some kind of control again.” I figured with nothing on the line anymore, I might as well be honest with her. I don’t know what compelled me to do it- I’d like to think I was just trying to help her see the beauty in herself. “You know,” I cleared my throat and wiped my sweaty forehead, “full disclosure, but I always thought you looked more beautiful the bigger you were.” “You WHAT?!?” She asked incredulously, blinking rapidly in confusion. “I know it might sound strange, but to me the weight kind of added to your beauty, if you know what I mean.” She scoffed and laughed, “I assure you I do not.” “Hear me out. Close your eyes and imagine a woman from the south with an incredible sense of humor and warmth and is as witty as they come.” I looked up to see that Rachel had actually in fact closed her eyes. “She loves to host and care for people fiercely by cooking and baking. She loves biscuits and gravy with all the “fixins” and always finishes her plate, AND dessert. She’s tough and independent, but also has a soft side. She loves all things cozy, especially a good snuggle and she gives the best hugs of all time. Ok now open your eyes. Was the woman you were picturing skinny?” “She most certainly was not- you’re talking about my mama!” “I was describing you.” She blushed. “Ok, ok,” I said. “Your mom- you always said you thought she was so beautiful, right?” “Yes, of course.” “Could you imagine your mother skinny?” “What a ridiculous thought,” she laughed. “I see what you mean. They do always say not to trust a skinny chef. Do you really think I give the best hugs of all time?” “I bet they’re better now.” “Boy, you have no idea! You’re too funny. I may not be in gym shape but I bet I could go All-American as a hugger,” she said, grabbing two handfuls of belly. It kind of felt like she was maybe waiting for me to make some kind of move, and even though it was tempting and my libido was crying “yes”, it felt unfair to do so to inevitably arrive at the same impasse as before. “Well,” I said, playing with my collar, “I’m glad I told you the truth. I’m going to walk a cool down lap.” “Before you do, one more question. If you liked me bigger, why did you encourage me to lose weight?” “Because you told me it’s what you wanted. It’s your body and your comfort needs to come first, regardless of my preference.” She rolled her eyes and smirked. “You remain the sweetest thing ever, Ross. So if it were up to you I’d be this big?” “Sure, maybe even bigger.” Man, it was really all out on the table now. I had nothing to lose, after all. “Bigger than I am now?!?” “Sure, why not,” I shrugged. “You wear it so incredibly well. Good seeing you again, Rach. Enjoy the rest of your workout!” As I started the slow walk around the track I could see out of the corner of my eye that she was still standing there, stunned. When I had rounded the corner to finish my lap, she was gone. —

From then on our relational norms shifted and much of our time together was now centered around being active. I definitely wouldn’t have called Rachel a natural athlete as she never had the opportunity to play any organized sports with her homeschooled background, but a characteristic of highly trained musicians is that they know how to observe and repeat actions. She’d be awkward at first after I would teach her a new movement or exercise in the gym, but I could see her watch me closely and after a set or two she’d have it down. Being built a little bigger she definitely had some natural strength, too. I taught her how to swing a golf club as well so that she could join me when I went to practice for my college matches, which she took to surprisingly quickly. We’d often play 9 holes in the evenings. It was definitely around this time that I started to realize how much I loved seeing big women in workout clothes and how much I loved seeing them use their bodies and be strong! I’d often have to catch myself staring at her as she went through a movement- she’d ask me if she did it correctly and I’d realize I had completely missed what she had done, instead focusing on the gentle curves of the soft-yet-strong physique she was developing. I really started to look forward to spending time in the gym with Rachel as she began to really connect with her big body. At first she always wore all black, her 200 pound frame packed into leggings and a skin-tight short sleeve shirt. She looked plush and wide, and I loved how the waistband of the leggings pulled her belly in and really shaped her even more. Even under the spandex I could see her big thighs jiggle with every step and I loved how after a set of sit-ups her top would roll up and get caught in her back rolls. Even though her butt wasn’t super round it had certainly widened and plumped up a ton- I would always watch as it spread out and almost cover the width of the mat as we sat back down. When we did overhead press with dumbbells I couldn’t take my eyes off her big soft upper arms and how the chub would hang down as she had her biceps out at 90 degree angles. When she jogged around the track her heavy plodding steps caused her whole body to jiggle up and down in unison- it was almost too much to handle! I definitely felt a little guilty ogling at the body she felt uncomfortable in and I kept quiet on any comments about her body because I really was trying to be as supportive as possible. Another thing about trained musicians is that they understand the value of showing up every day. I could see that Rachel really started to make fitness a part of her lifestyle- she was doing research on juicing, she was buying more workout clothes, and she would often reveal to me that our workout together was actually her second of the day! Even our occasional rich meals were no match for her workout regimen, and the weight really started to fall off. She started to wear slightly more revealing workout clothes (a big step for her) and show off a little more skin. I’m pretty sure her violin practicing even started to fall by the wayside a little bit. She was getting compliments from everyone about her body and eventual transformation. We watched the scale go from 200 to 190, then 180 to 170. I was incredibly proud of her, but the honest truth was that as the scale went down I noticed my physical attraction was as well. I felt pretty guilty about it because she was so happy and feeling so good, but I suppose you can’t really change what you like. Rachel pumped her fist as she stepped off the scale at home, looking really cute in purple bike shorts and a periwinkle sports bra. I couldn’t help but notice how the bottom elastic of each leg of her shorts pinched into the chub of her still-plush thighs. “165! You know you really took me on the scenic route to helping me lose five pounds, Ross,” she said with a giggle, “first you stuff me with food and blow me up into a 200 pound blimp, and then you go coach-mode and help me whittle it all away plus a little more.” I was definitely turned on by the “blow me up into a 200 pound blimp” comment but was admittedly a little wistful thinking about how attracted to her I was at that size. A little smirk crossed her much more defined jawline. “You know, I may be mistaken but I think 165 just might put us in the same weight class.” She put her hand to her chin with a cute quizzical look. “And what might you be implying by that?” “That you’re going down, Ross!” She leapt off the bathroom scale and ran towards where I was watching from in the living room. She wasn’t exactly graceful but there was about 75% less jiggle than before. I let her grab me at the sides and try to take me down and gave her a look that said “really?” before easily lifting her off the ground and laying her gently on the carpet, pinning her under my chest. It made me realize how much I had absolutely been dying for some physical connection in our relationship. I had been really respectful of her traditional values, especially because my previous relationship had been almost exclusively physical and I wanted to try the other way around. It definitely allowed us to connect in a much deeper way, but it certainly didn’t mean that my hormones weren’t screaming at me constantly. “Did you really think you had a chance?” I laughed. “Well, actually I think I did, I guess. I know I’ve gotten so much stronger in the gym and figured I’d give it a shot.” “You should have tried it at your heaviest! You might have actually gotten me.” “I not only would have gotten you- I might have flattened you!” “Come on, you weren’t that big.” “I was pretty darn big!” “And wrestling- Who is this woman?!? Surely this is not the same homeschooler I know and love.” “I know, right? I don’t know, I just kind of… went for it, you know?” Her cheeks flushed and turned bright red. “You like that?” “Of course!” “I suppose I’ve just been feeling a lot more confident since losing the weight and getting in shape. Thanks so much for all you’ve done to help. I wouldn’t be here without you.” “Well to be fair you may not have needed to lose any weight to begin with.” “Also true, but I never would have even set foot in a gym if it wasn’t for you, and this healthy habit is something I’ll take with me forever. So thanks!” “Ok, ok, I accept. You’re welcome.” With Rachel’s growing confidence in her body she also began to approach our relationship a little more confidently as well. She started talking about marriage more and more and wanted to make a plan. I was really moved by how clearly she saw a future with us being together, but it definitely felt a little out of left field for me and took me aback. While this may have been the norm for where she came from in the South as a 24 year old, I was a Northeasterner that had just turned 20! I had no job, no house, and felt like I was absolutely nowhere near getting ready to make any kind of marriage decision without getting my own life in order first. I explained this to her, but it became very clear to me that she was operating from another system of values. While I appreciated the “as long as we’re together we’ll make it work” attitude, it just wasn’t something I felt I could do at this early stage of my life. We had never argued before in the entire duration of our eight month relationship, but things got a little heated from her direction as she saw her plan not quite working out how she intended. I think she thought I might be motivated to act when she posed the ultimatum “if you’re not looking at proposing in the next year I just don’t think I can do this.” I couldn’t help but scoff at that, which was definitely the wrong response as it only further frustrated her. There was absolutely no way I would make that kind of commitment with no stability lined up. I called her bluff and our relationship was over. We didn’t talk for a week or two. We saw each other awkwardly at the gym during that time but she eventually approached me at the indoor track as the semester was winding down. “Hey,” she said, “I owe you an apology.” “I don’t think you do. You were justifiably upset and I interpret that as coming from how much you care about me.” “Thanks for seeing that. What we have- er, had, was so good and I hate to see it go. I do want to let you know that I respect your perspective though, you dang Yankee.” “Simmer down, Old Glory,” I said as we both chuckled. “Will I still see you around after the Summer?” “You will! I got a full-time job at a studio in the next town over. It doesn’t start until Fall, though.” “Wow, congratulations! Those kids will be lucky to have you. Will you hang here for the Summer?” “Nah, I’m headed home. It might be my last chance to spend extended time there before real life begins.” “What a concept! I’m sure they’ll be pumped to see you.” I smirked. “And I’m sure you’ll be pumped to see all that home-cookin’” She immediately put both hands on her belly. “I know, and no gyms where I live. Gotta get in what I can now!” My eyes widened at the thought. —

Thank you so much! I wrote so many full-length stories as a teenager but then deleted them all through various efforts to be less lustful 😅. As you can tell that endeavor hasn’t been going too well. I’ll try to write more after this! Thank you! I try to never let the kink get in the way of the relationship or take a more central role than it should. It’s not easy.

You’re too kind! I’ll shoot for Monday or Tuesday.

Thank you so much! This is my first time posting on the site so the affirmation is really appreciated. It gets a lot more interesting from here and I’m excited to share it as soon as I get it all written. You can learn to cook! Especially most southern Italian cuisine where my family from is really simple- it’s all based around “peasant food” or simply using the types of foods you can grow in your garden.

“Wait here” Rachel said, heading into the other room to get into her dress. I was curious how she was going to respond to the inevitable, and I was far from shocked when I started to hear some huffing and puffing coming from the next room over. “Ross? Would you mind coming in and helping me for a moment to zip me up? I promise I’m clothed. Well, mostly,” she said with a nervous laugh, not that I would have minded either way. When I entered the bedroom I was treated to quite the sight. Rachel’s back was facing me, and I could see her plentiful back fat exploding out of the dress in the back. I wasn’t sure how I was going to move the zipper even one inch! I tried half heartedly to move some of her porcelain chub around to make it happen knowing it would never work. It felt heavenly, like kneading soft pizza dough in my grandmother’s kitchen, but eventually I had to break the news to her. “Rach, you look beautiful but unfortunately I just don’t think this dress is going to work.” She sighed deeply. “I really should have known. I’ve eaten like such an absolute pig these past few months there was no way this thing was going to fit.” I was really surprised at how much Rachel calling herself an “absolute pig” turned me on, and I struggled to come up with an articulate response. “Bodies change, babe, and I think you look gorgeous. It’s still early- let’s head to the store and find you something you can wear to the recital.” “I suppose that’s my only option at this point!” She said, turning to face me and putting her hands on her soft hips. Her exposed chest and shoulder area looked so stunning to me and I was so incredibly attracted to her. As we walked into the department store Rachel was quick to approach an employee. “Hi there! I’m looking to purchase a concert dress for a recital I have this weekend- where might I find one?” The woman looked Rachel up and down and with a smile said, “Oh congratulations on your recital! I’m sure it’s going to be wonderful. Our plus-sized section is in the back left corner over there! I’d be happy to take you over if you’d like and can’t wait to see what you pick out!” At first it seemed like Rachel was starting a sentence to correct the attendant, but I saw the realization come over her face that she would be shopping in the plus size section from now on. After trying on several different options and me encouraging her to go with something a little more revealing. she predictably settled on something conservative yet beautiful, a simple sleeveless black dress. I thought she looked beautiful in it and it accentuated her curves quite well! I particularly loved how it showed off her chunky upper arms, a part of her that was quickly becoming one of my favorites. I did my best to pump her up about how she looked, but I could sense that the change to the plus size section was still affecting her a bit. A few days later on Thursday her family flew in from Virginia to help with prep and spend a bit of time with Rachel before her Saturday recital. They spent the day together on Thursday, but I was lucky enough to be invited out to dinner with them on Friday. It was at a chain Italian restaurant that I wasn’t too excited about, but from what Rachel had told me I was sensitive to the fact that this may have counted as fine dining for them and never wanted to judge. I drove myself there after getting all spiffed up- you only get one chance at a good first impression. As I walked through the restaurant I could see Rachel wave from the back- her family had already arrived. As they all stood up to greet me my eyes instantly went to Rachel’s mom. She was the spitting image of Rachel, except she had to be well over 300 pounds! I watched her precariously heave herself up on thick heavy legs before waddling over to give me a hug and thank me for being so kind to her daughter. I could feel myself get pressed into her voluminous belly as she did. Also along for the evening were Rachel’s dad, brother, and sister, all very kind and typically sized. As we sat down to eat Rachel’s mom clearly established herself as the biggest personality at the table. “So, Ross, I hear you’re a wonderful chef! It certainly looks like Rachel’s been eating good!.” She reached over and pinched a handful of her daughter’s soft side, causing her to turn bright red. “Better watch out or you’ll be mama-sized before you know it!” I could see that Rachel was mortified with that comment, and I certainly felt a little guilty fantasizing about what she would look like at 300 pounds. We had a nice time and I did my best to enjoy my mediocre meal. I felt a little bit of tension doing my best to navigate Rachel’s family’s traditional values, but I was mostly concerned with Rachel. She was clearly shaken by the comment and was absolutely not her usual self. She uncharacteristically didn’t finish her plate and had it bundled with the complementary extra serving to go that the chain restaurant offered. I got a kick out of how excited Rachel’s mom was about this deal- clearly the woman could pack it away. Like mother, like daughter. Rachel took her family back to the hotel where they were staying, and I didn’t wait long before texting her. Are you ok? Seemed like your mom’s comment really bothered you. I’m ok- that’s sweet of you to notice. I’m just going to focus on getting through tomorrow and then we can talk about it. Sounds like a plan. I’m so excited for tomorrow! You’ve been working so hard and you’re going to kill it! Not to mention all while looking so stunning in that black dress. What have I done to deserve you? Thanks for being so supportive and kind to me. Make sure you eat something- I know you’re not full! 🙄 You’re not wrong, though 😂 I got there early on recital day to help with setup- it’s tradition that the person giving the concert also provides refreshments, and it’s usually taken as an opportunity to show where you come from food-wise. Rachel and her family clearly took this very seriously- they had me setting up crock pots for pulled pork, putting out trays of hush puppies and cornbread- it was all mouthwatering! I got a kick out of watching Rachel’s mom rush around, taking frequent moments for breathers and stealing bites of snacks when she thought nobody was looking. Finally it was time for the recital. Rachel played beautifully and looked stunning as well. Most of her weight had been going to her lower body, but I couldn’t help but notice her prominent bulge of a belly when she walked out to bow at the beginning of the night. She had such a cute double chin as she rested it on the body of her violin to play, and I was transfixed by the fervent jiggling of her upper arm as she expertly bowed a murderously difficult passage of the Sibelius violin concerto. Between her beauty and the beauty of her playing, I was completely taken! There was a lot of commotion at the end of the night with hugs from everyone and lengthy cleanup after we all stuffed our faces with delicious southern cuisine, but Rachel and I planned to meet for Sunday brunch after she dropped her family off at the airport in the morning. I dreamily watched her make her way through the restaurant in her typical casual outfit, tight fitting jeans, boots, and a flannel shirt. Not my favorite outfit or the most revealing, but it always let her stand out with a southern charm that I really did enjoy. She clearly felt comfortable in it, and that’s what mattered. I had never seen this shirt, though, a green and white flannel. She must have picked it up recently to accommodate the holiday gains. “Morning Ross!” “Rachel,” I tipped an imaginary hat like an idiot, which always got a chuckle out of her. “Wonderful playing last night. That Sibelius- man! That practicing sure paid off. Feel good about it?” “Oh yeah. So glad you got to meet everyone, too.” “It was a joy to be with them! Make it to the airport ok?” “Yep. My mom’s funny, huh.” “Absolutely, but it seemed like that comment really bothered you the other day. You doing ok?” “I’m ok.” She said, sliding a paper receipt across the table to me. “What’s this?” I asked, looking down to read what it said. WeightWatchers January 12 Starting weight: 206 pounds “I started yesterday- I went in the morning before my recital” she said. “I just don’t feel comfortable anymore. I was 172 in August. I’ve put on 36 pounds since we’ve been together. None of my clothes fit anymore- I had to go to the store this week and pick up a bunch of stuff. I’m not upset at you at all- I know it’s because I have no self control and binge eat. But I am asking you to please help. I know food is how you show love and that means so much to me, but let’s please find some substitute ways to connect.” My jaw dropped. 36 pounds in a little less than five months? That was impressive. I was turned on at the thought, but obviously this was a situation where I needed to put my own preferences aside and be supportive. Ultimately I did want her to be happy. I looked up at her and she truly did look bloated and uncomfortable, filling the booth in her green flannel shirt. “Thank you so much for articulating that to me, and I’m so sorry you feel so uncomfortable. I apologize for my contributions to this situation.” “No, you didn’t do anything wrong! I told you I loved to feel stuffed, which is true, and you were simply trying to help me get there because it’s what I told you I wanted.” “Ok, well would you have any interest in meeting me at the sports and rec center after my daily workout to get you some movement?” “That would mean so much to me.” “And we can do some research on healthier recipes so that we can still enjoy food together but in a healthier way?” “Also amazing. Thanks so much for being supportive. I think I just looked at my mom and realized that was where I was headed if I didn’t find some control.” “To be fair, you always did say your mom was your hero and you wanted to be like her. I suppose I was just doing my part to get you into her weight class.” She playfully punched me on the arm. “So we’re on the same page?” “Yep. You starting now or after this brunch?” “Now.” “But Belgian waffles, though” “After this brunch.” As we enjoyed our waffles I felt a little conflicted about the future. I was going to help her achieve her goal as best as I could and would never dream of sabotaging- I really cared about her. However, at the same time I knew that I had really come to love her at this size, dreamed about her being bigger, and would really struggle with attraction if she lost weight. Should I be honest with her? In hindsight I probably should have been, but I didn’t want to get in the way of her feeling happy with her body and still felt like such a weirdo for my preference. I was just starting to ask these questions of control that anyone in a feeding relationship has to go through, and I certainly didn’t have any answers then. All I knew was I would help Rachel the best I could and take it a day at a time. I drank in her image across from me at the table knowing it could be the biggest she would ever be.

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-- Now I could certainly tell that since we had started dating she had understandably put on a few pounds by how her clothes were starting to fit a little differently. A lot of her tops were tighter across her chest and her lower body had definitely gotten a little bigger. However, after our conversation it was like a switch had flipped and she just started to blow up. It was like that metaphorical weight on her shoulders about her turn-on was lifted and placed… just about everywhere else. One doesn’t simply eat like she does and not be affected. The first place where it became apparent was in the way her face had rounded out- what used to be the beginning of a double chin was now a prominent one and un-hideable. Her hips widened, thighs thickened, and her butt really blew up to the point where it jiggled when she walked around. I could start to see the visible outline of her belly in every top she wore, and her chest was nearly bursting out of everything. The wild thing was that she never even mentioned the gain despite how obvious it was to me and everyone around us. I can only imagine what was going through the mind of the rest of the orchestra as Rachel got up again and again to address the orchestra and read announcements, a little bigger and more out of breath each time, her breasts nearly spilling out of increasingly tight tops. Our relationship routines with food didn’t change either; in fact the only thing that did was the amount I was cooking! I was soon making bigger and bigger portions to try and keep up with her insatiable appetite and growing figure, but our post-meal habit had remained the same. A completely stuffed Rachel laying on the couch in a state of combined discomfort and bliss, and me gently rubbing her beautiful belly to try and relieve some of the pressure. I soon began to notice various articles of clothing disappear and appear in her wardrobe as she outgrew and purchased new clothes to accommodate her softening and expanding figure. I desperately wanted to say something about how much I loved the gain and might be a little more forward about it now, but at that time I really had no idea how to broach the subject and had no inkling what she thought of her burgeoning physique. In hindsight I have no idea how I restrained myself! As December rolled around Rachel showed no signs of slowing down amidst the slew of holiday treats that accompany the season. We went to several Christmas parties and she would beeline straight for the dessert table, showing no mercy and greedily grazing until either the table was empty or she was completely full. I loved "absent-mindedly" loading up her plate from mine during conversations with others, our own private intimate feeding relationship going on right under their noses that they were completely oblivious to. Our average-baking friends must have gotten quite the self-esteem boost to see their underwhelming desserts completely devoured. I wonder if they had any idea it was almost entirely done by one person! We also did our fair share of baking- cookies, gingerbread, brownies, a kringle. We’d always make two pans- one to take to the party and one for us (Rachel) to “taste”, aka completely devour before making adjustments to the next batch. Those Christmas sweaters were beginning to look mighty tight. We had both adjusted so comfortably to doing almost everything together that it was a bit of a shock to the system when we realized we’d be spending four weeks apart for the holiday break between semesters. She’d be going back home to the South and I back to the Northeast. “You know, Ross, you cook a mean meal but I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t looking forward to having Mama’s cooking again.” She had spent the last Summer on a study abroad program and working at various music lesson schools out here in the midwest, so it would be her first return home in a while. “Oh I know the feeling- it must be similar to how I feel about my grandmother. I bet your mom is an incredible cook. You don’t develop such a love for food by eating TV dinners!” “You can say that again!” It was a little hard being apart but we found ways to stay connected. Of course we FaceTimed almost every night before bed and texted throughout the day when we could. She sent me a package in the mail of homemade cookies and I would have flowers and treats delivered to her place from various local bakeries and cafes that I was able to find on the internet. She would describe to me in detail the meals her family was eating at home and they certainly weren’t watching any waistlines. It was what you might expect from a southern home- meat, potatoes, veggies, homemade desserts. In other words no shortage of calories. I wondered if she was keeping up with her voracious pace of eating at home and figured that was a definite yes. I noticed that as our relationship progressed she had gotten so weak-willed and used to just eating whatever she desired that I highly doubted that she could say no if she tried. The answer to my question was answered pretty definitively upon our return to school. She met me as my car rolled up to my dorm late at night after the long drive from home to campus in black leggings and a spandex top looking… large. As she flung herself into my arms I was surprised and delighted by how much better she filled them up now. I was careful as I wanted to respect her rather traditional upbringing and values, but it was hard not to want to feel her up all over. Frankly I was a little surprised by her outfit choice in that regard, not that I was complaining one bit. The passing thought occurred to me that maybe her spandex were some of the only clothes that fit her, and fit her they did! The fabric did such an incredible job of showing off her widening hips- I was delighted that despite such significant thickening all over her belly comparatively hadn’t grown a ton. I wasn’t surprised in the least when she produced a tray of chocolate chip cookies from the bag she had brought with her and we sat on a bench right there and took them all down. Three or four cookies for Rachel for every one for me. Music students culminate their undergrad degree with a Senior Recital, and Rachel’s was slated for the end of January. As we got back into the swing of classes we put in a lot of late nights in the practice rooms. It was really cool hearing her pieces come together gradually and I was reminded of what an incredible talent she was. Even our practice habits mirrored our personalities- myself highly disciplined in how I start sections slow and methodically increase the metronome mark until it was up to tempo, her a little more all over the place in her practice but letting her emotions drive what she worked on. I’d wait until she was between practice sections to pop in with a special delivery- a sweet treat or a caffeinated beverage to keep her going. Five days before the recital and her pieces were sounding awesome. She made a funny face in the window on the door of my practice room before popping her head in. “Hey Ross, want to come back to my place? I bought a couple pairs of shoes the other day and wanted to get your opinion on what to wear with my dress for the recital.” “I would love to! Not that I’m the most qualified for the task.” “Sure you are- I mean you’re the only one I’m trying to impress out there.” “Well you’re doing great so far and I can’t say I’ve really been factoring the shoes into the equation. Should I adjust my grading rubric?” “Anyone ever told you how annoying you are?” she laughed, rolling her eyes. “You have your dress already?” “Yep! I got it in England last Summer when I was studying over there. I think you’ll like it!” My eyes widened at the sound of the words “last Summer” but I tried to play it cool. Could someone as bright as Rachel really be that oblivious?

Thank you! I was a little confused by the text- I tried to copy over from Google docs and it was black text on a black screen so I changed it to white. Does that mean I should leave it black? My background is black when I’m logged in- will the text color change to white automatically in that case?

This is all a true story but I changed my gf's first name! More parts of the story to come -- Rachel and I met playing in our college symphonic orchestra- I was in the clarinet section as a freshman and she was a senior and the principal violinist. Other than her incredible musical skill, what immediately set her apart to me was her incredible sense of warmth and intelligence when communicating things to the orchestra. Rachel was also bigger. At a school that was rated as one of the country's healthiest and a place where many freshmen LOST 15 pounds instead of gained due to the lack of unhealthy food options at the dining hall, her being more than a few pounds overweight was certainly somewhat of an anomaly. She was 5’6” and I would come to learn she was about 170 pounds at this time. She had a really nice hourglass figure with soft curves that really added to her aura of grace and sophistication. Rachel had long, beautiful brown hair that she sometimes put up to reveal ears that stuck out just a little in an adorable mousey way. This was all at a time where I was still coming to understand the type of women that I am attracted to and when I wasn't quite as comfortable with myself as I am now, so I don't think I spoke to her other than introducing myself that first quarter. We were both music education majors and even though I was studying to be a band teacher and her a private violin instructor, we both got placed in the same second quarter "string techniques” class where we learned how to play and teach various string instruments. The class was only six people, so I was thrilled to be in that kind of environment with her even though the class only met twice a week. She would always show up to class with the biggest size Diet Coke from the gas station that she would stop at on the way to school, which immediately spoke volumes to me about her eating habits. I always did my best to sit next to her and quickly began to realize she was far more warm and intelligent than I could have imagined! We really clicked from day one and would often spend some extra time before or after class walking and talking or her helping me with string instrument stuff. We quickly bonded over our mutual love of music, food, hospitality, and just general life philosophy and outlook. I learned that despite the air of sophistication she emitted she was from a pretty poor area of the south, was homeschooled, and had gotten a music scholarship to come to the midwest where our college was. Before long we had developed a reputation as the conservatory of music "power couple" as I had started to turn some heads and make a name for myself for my saxophone prowess. Rachel and I started spending a lot of time together and food was almost always the center of our activities. I grew up in a very Italian family on the east coast having a very close relationship with my grandmother and as a result have a lot of knowledge in the kitchen. On our first date I came over to her place on a Sunday and made Fettuccine alla Bolognese, strategically chosen as it takes 2-3 hours to cook. Given her southern upbringing it was her first experience with real Italian food, and watching her eyes grow big as I plated made me smile from ear to ear. As soon as we sat down to eat it was like she was under a spell- she began to voraciously polish off plate after plate! It was certainly what you might call a "formative experience" in discovering what I would look for in a relationship, and it had me feeling things I had never felt before. I had made a whole pound of pasta with the intention of leaving her with leftovers for the rest of the week, but after the carnage that had ensued and the dust settled we had eaten every last bite. She lumbered over to the couch and unbuttoned the top button of her pants as I started to clean up, which drove me wild. "You know, Ross, if you plan to keep cooking like that this relationship might become an issue for me" she laughed. I could see a Cheshire grin cross her face from my vantage point in the kitchen. "Hey, would you mind checking the pantry for me? I'm too full to move a muscle!" I rounded the corner into the pantry to see the most beautiful tray of cinnamon scones cooling off. These were Rachel's baked goods that I had heard so much about! She had quite the reputation for hosting parties where she would always produce some variety of delectable confectionary creation. As I brought the tray to the couch and slid into my first bite I myself was transported! They were perfectly cooked with just the right amount of sweetness. As I opened my eyes from my first-bite state of bliss I could see Rachel was already finishing scone number one and was moving on to number two! "Too full to move a muscle, huh?" I scoffed. "Well, the baker has to try her creation, no?" "Riiight, it definitely takes two scones to do that, huh?" She rolled her eyes and laughed. Even though my impulse was to keep teasing her about it I figured it was better at this juncture to let it go and enjoy the moment. I still didn't know how she felt about her body and certainly didn't want to make her feel uncomfortable. We proceeded to watch a classic movie as we finished off the scones, another activity that would become a relationship norm for us. Soon we were constantly bringing each other treats at school- a tupperware of Spaghetti alla Carbonara or chicken cutlets from me, a bag of double chocolate cookies from her, either personally delivered or left in each other’s instrument locker as a surprise. We hung out as often as our busy schedules would allow but always made Sundays "our day" to relax and cook and bake together. It was the absolute best and our relationship was really wonderful. I came to see that she was absolutely powerless against my cooking and that "under a spell" look came over her every time I set food down on the table. Meatballs, Eggplant Parm, Chicken Francese, Pasta e Fagioli- you name it, she demolished it. It was one night after a huge meal of my Chicken Marsala and her chocolate mousse cake that she assumed her usual post-meal position on the couch, proper pants having been traded out for leggings several dates ago as she joked she needed a little more flexibility from her wardrobe in this relationship. I could tell she was a little conflicted about something and I was sure to let her know that she could share anything with me. She looked down at her full belly and took a deep breath. “You know, I’ve never told this to anyone before” “You absolutely don’t have to! I’m here for it but there’s no pressure from me.” “No, it’s ok, I think I need to share it. This feeling right here-” she shook her stuffed belly, “being absolutely and completely full. Like uncomfortably can’t-take-one-more-bite full? It’s my absolute favorite feeling in the whole world. I can’t really explain it- it just makes me feel so warm and cozy.” She looked at me sheepishly as if I would be weirded out, but the truth was I had never been more turned on in my whole life! Despite the fireworks going off in my head I did my best to respond calmly. “Rach, were you worried I was going to judge you or something? You know that the way you love food is one of my favorite things about you- I think it might be an issue for me if you weren’t a big eater. That same feeling of warmth and joy you get from eating to that extent is the same feeling I get from cooking for you and watching you enjoy it to that extent. I think you’re incredibly beautiful inside and out and I’ve never felt it more than in this moment.” With that last phrase I affectionately placed my hand on top of hers, which was resting on her taut belly. “Are you at that point of fullness yet?” “Not quite!” "What are we waiting for, then?" She let out a huge sigh of relief and grabbed another scone as we both giggled. -- I hope you enjoyed part one! There's a lot more to come and I promise it gets way more interesting. Feel free to offer any input on my writing and thanks for reading!

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