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  1. Think you'll ever finish gaining understanding? 😊

  2. Thank you! Means a lot coming from a writer like you!
  3. Does anybody know of any WG stories where a female feedee fat talks for a feeder reader? I've been looking around and I'm having a hard time finding much in the way of good WG talk.
  4. Thank you so much! Amazing to hear that from a master, I'm hoping to have the next chapter up either today or tomorrow!
  5. god she really does look bigger, source?
  6. Chapter Five - Pulse As Rachel and Michael were finishing up their next appointment, Rachel was blown away with just how good he was looking. He’d lost over a hundred pounds with the trainer and was feeling much better. Now down to 240, he had a muscular sort of fat, and it was also hard to ignore the fact he got quite the hard on when Rachel told him she was up to the big 200. There was a feeling in the air that they had both crossed a sort of threshold, that they were becoming new people. As they shook hands at the end of the meeting they could feel each other’s heartbeats through their locked hands. Rachel felt pretty guilty that she was experiencing such a sexual rush with Michael. She felt inappropriate even having those feelings in a professional dynamic, and even worse knowing she had a loyal growing girlfriend back home. She would never cheat of course, but the worry of an emerging emotional affair was certainly getting to her. She ate furiously in her office to try and quell those feelings, she could feel with every bite her skirt getting tighter, pulling against her hips, forcing her thighs to squeeze together. She needed to go a size up for sure, she knew that in no time she'd outgrow that pair too. The buttons on her shirt were spreading apart, her blazer tight against her arms. When she drove home she got takeout. With every bite she pictured herself bursting seams and popping buttons. She thought about what Michael would think, about how hard he would get if she was fatter. She took more bites of her burger to distract herself. She felt perverted, sinful. The distraction was not working very well. --------------- Once she got home, finding Nichole waiting there for her, she pounced. As Nichole undid the buttons of her outfit, Rachel moaned in relief. As Rachel helped Nichole tease, she grabbed at Nichole's emerging love handles and thicker thighs. “Baby, we’re getting really fat.” Rachel purred as she took in the sight of her once skinny girlfriend. “Good.” Nichole simply stated, too turned on to think. “Baby let’s masturbate together, I just had a fantasy and I want you to talk it through with me.” Rachel offered, now naked, as she flopped on her back on their bed. “God yes, tell me baby” Nichole was so excited, flopping onto the bed next to Rachel, exchanging kisses as she began touching herself. “We’re both really piling it on baby, just imagine us a year from now, we’ll be massive. We’ll need to get a new car because I won't be able to fit my massive tummy behind the steering wheel. The seats won't be big enough for our asses. Imagine it baby, we’ll be so fat that people won't even recognize us immediately, past our double chins and enormous bodies. We’ll be known as the fat couple of our social circles, you’ll barely be able to sit on the couch with me, I'll need to sit on two chairs just to make sure my fat ass can sit comfortably.” Rachel was getting out of breath between the masturbating, the kissing, and the speaking. “Oh god yes baby!” Nichole was blazing “and I'll make sure no matter how fat I get that you’ll always be the bigger one. We’ll be massive, gargantuan, and god, people will be in awe of you. The way you’ll fit door frames, break chairs. We better break beds together baby” Nichole moaned into Rachel’s ear. “Yes baby we better, and we’re gonna. I love seeing you grow, knowing that you're getting fat but somehow I always make you look skinny in comparison. We’re gonna get huge, baby. We're gonna shock everyone we meet. Cum with me baby, picture us breaking beds, picture our fat bodies tumbling to the ground when a chair breaks from under us.” With that they both came in a glorious haze, finding themselves short of breath and only able to lie there, kissing softly. Eventually, Rachel spoke up. “Ok so I have something to ask, it might be a wild card but I wanna see if you could be on board.” “Shoot, baby” Nichole nodded. “I love you so fucking much and the last thing I want to do is betray your trust, but I think I'm starting to develop feelings for Michael, and I'm really worried about it.” “You're not breaking up with me after all that, are you?” Nichole shot up, almost as if becoming suddenly sober. “Oh dear god, no. Absolutely not. I just wanted to be open with you and not bottle it inside. I think maybe we could talk about opening things up a little bit? Maybe having a threesome?” Rachel was getting really worried now. Was she about to fuck up her whole perfect relationship? Nichole was silent for a moment before shifting. “I will say this: I am not opposed to the idea, I think it may take some getting used to since it's just been us for awhile? I also haven't been with a man since high school so that may be a whole learning curve.” “I totally understand that. I’m in the exact same boat. I think it’s just a matter of trying things out, I have a feeling he’s into the same kind of crazy shit we are, so hopefully it can be an easy transition?” Rachel replied, knowing that her girlfriend may not take to this the same way Rachel was. “Have you two talked about it at all?” Nichole asked sincerely. “God, no. No, not yet. He’s just been very flirtatious lately and I’ve noticed that whenever I talk about my, um, girth, he gets hard as a rock. I think there’s something a little thrilling about it? That’s not to say that what we have isn’t thrilling, it is…” Rachel was worried she was digging herself into a hole. “No, I get it, it’s just… different, I guess? Does that make sense?” Nichole was being surprisingly understanding. “Absolutely, it’s just different, and the idea of all three of us playing off of each other just feels kind of exciting, even if it's just the one time, you know?” Rachel was feeling a bit better about the whole situation. “Ok well let’s make a deal then. You put on, let’s say, 25 more pounds? And then maybe we can meet him and I can get to know him and then we can see where this goes?” Nichole was warming up to the idea. “Ok baby, I definitely think I can do that. You better try to keep up though, don’t want you being too skinny if this happens.” Nichole’s energy was starting to feel much more playful. “Ok then, it’s a deal, let’s see if we can get me up to the big 2-0-0”
  7. Hey all, still making my way through Gaining Understanding but I'm super down to take more commissions! Message me here or on DA and I'd be thrilled to hear ideas and take on another story!
  8. Thank you! Sorry I've been slow to get to the next parts, I'm also writing a play right now so things are pretty busy but here's the next part! CW: Mental Health, Binge Eating, Panic Attacks Chapter 4: Squeeze Nichole woke up before Rachel that morning, which was a rare event. As Nichole sat up, she felt her tummy bunch up in a way that she wasn’t used to. She was starting to develop a little paunch, something that she’d never had before. She looked over at her sleeping girlfriend, who’d crossed pretty firmly into chubby territory. “I can’t believe this is happening” Rachel muttered to herself. They had always been a very lean and picture-perfect couple, and this has all happened so quickly, Nichole was still struggling to make sense of it. It was all very sexy, of course, this was Nichole’s fantasy, but it was shocking for her to suddenly have that fantasy come true. A shock made even more real when her go-to pair of jeans struggled to button. She muttered some swear words under her breath, but found herself getting wet with the knowledge that her pants don’t fit well anymore. Deciding to stay in panties and a t-shirt for the meantime, she started making coffee as Rachel emerges from their bedroom. “Good morning starshine, the earth says hello” Nichole playfully teased the now chubby Rachel. “Do you have any appointments today?” “I do not, it’s finally my day off, so I can focus on you, and maybe make some from-home progress on the Michael case.” Rachel sipped on her coffee. “Oh yeah, how’s that been going?” Nichole was genuinely curious, “Has the weight been helping?” “Honestly it’s so much less nerve wracking right now, I feel like I’m starting to get it. Not to mention, he’s honestly not that bad looking of a guy, he’s just really hard on himself, and shedding the weight won’t hurt.” Rachel smiled warmly. “You’re one to talk about keeping one's weight under control.” Nichole laughed and started frying some eggs. “It looks like it’s rubbing off on you, babe” Rachel teased Nichole. “Hey! You’re the one who’s supposed to be getting fat, not me!” “Speaking of, babe, I’ve passed that 50 pound mark. I barely even noticed, it just flew by.” Rachel said very casually, knowing what kind of effect it would have on her girlfriend. “And I like it, I think I can see myself putting on even more.” Nichole was getting really turned on, accidentally burning one of the eggs. “Shit. I’ll take that one, you can get the good eggs.” Nichole put the two good eggs on Rachel’s plate. “So I had a thought…” Rachel said through mouthfuls of egg, “It’s taking a lot more to fill this tummy of mine, so would you want me to get protein powder or something? I think it would be much easier to feel full with a shake or something throughout the day.” “So you’re serious about this, aren’t you?” Nichole asked, checking in. “Yes I am baby, I want to be able to satisfy your needs, as well as help my client, and if I’m being completely honest, I’m actually enjoying it, it’s not every day you have the opportunity to let loose like this and have it repaid in love and success.” Rachel said as she gave Nichole a reassuring smile. ------------------- That night, as Nichole tried to get some writing done, Rachel had found herself sipping on a very thick homemade milkshake, on top of her casual snacking, as she watched a movie. Suddenly she got a phone call. It was Michael. “Doctor Williams, are you there?” “Hello, yes Michael, I’m here, is everything okay?” “I don’t know, I’m panicking, I’m really not sure what to do, I feel like I just need to chew on something to help me think.” “Before you do anything like that Michael, I want you to take some deep breaths with me. In four four, hold for four, out for four.” Rachel instructed calmly as she finished her milkshake. Michael followed her instructions, breathing with her. Nichole looked over from her work and mouthed silently at Rachel: “Is everything okay?” Rachel gave a thumbs up in response. “Ok Michael, are you feeling a bit better?” Rachel broke the silence. “Better, yes.” Michael let out quietly. “Dr. Williams, can I ask you a question?” Rachel was unsure where this was going, but wanted to make sure he was okay, “Of course, Michael. Also please, call me Rachel.” “Rachel, ok. This may be really inappropriate, but I’m just wondering, how much do you weigh now?” Michael was really unsure if she was going to take that well. After a short silence, Rachel coughed and finally replied. “It’s ok Michael, as of this morning I’m officially up to 186 pounds. You don’t have to worry about that, by the way, this is part of your therapy and I’d like to be as transparent as possible.” Nichole came over to Rachel and cuddled up to her on the couch. “Speaking of, how’s progress been with the trainer?” “Very good actually, I’m already down to 270, that’s nearly 100 pounds, I’m honestly pretty amazed. I’ve started painting again, which ahs been really wonderful, it’s good to feel inspired again.” “That’s amazing Michael, I’m really glad to hear that, that’s some amazing progress, and I’m glad I’ve been able to help. Is there anything else you need? Are you going to be okay?” “Yes Dr. Willi- Rachel, I’m going to be okay. Thank you for being there for me, this helped a lot.” “Of course, I’m here for you, I’m committed to you and your success.” “Thank you so much Rachel.” They said their goodbyes, and Nichole kissed Rachel on the neck. “That seemed to go well” Nichole mused as she started feeling her girlfriend up. “It did, I’m glad he’s doing better and that I can be there for him.” Rachel sighed, she needed a good distraction. “That’s good baby.” Nichole purred, “I have a gift for you? If you’d like to head to the bedroom?” Nichole held Rachel’s now prominent belly. “Oh?” Rachel was getting turned on, “What sort of gift?” “A cake. All to yourself, which you will eat as I fuck your brains out.” Nichole grabbed the cake as Rachel rushed to the bedroom and stripped down. Tonight was gonna be fun.
  9. Chapter 3: On the Horizon It’s been almost two months since Rachel decided to take the plunge, and as she stands on her scale, the number “160” staring back at her, she feels surprisingly...okay with this? Her ass is developing more shape, her tits have grown, and even though she now has a small ** belly, she’s feeling really good about the way the fat has developed on her body. Rachel looks over at her sleeping girlfriend and notices that she’s also looking a little softer, and yet another surprise, Rachel isn’t turned off by it? If anything she’s entranced by the changes in a body she thought she knew so well. There’s something exciting about seeing your partner’s body change, it seems almost like you’re always changing things up, that it's always a new experience with their body, that there was more tit to grab, more ass to squeeze, more… Rachel realized that she’d started touching herself and quickly pulled her hand out of her panties. What the fuck is she thinking? This whole thing is starting to go to her head. She looks down at her own developing tummy and touches it, not sure what to do. If Rachel was paying attention, she’d notice Nichole had woken up and was staring in awe at the changing form of her once tony girlfriend. Rachel doesn’t notice until Nichole’s arms wrap around her and land on her stomach. “You know, Rach, I kind of like the tummy.” Rachel, still turned on and confused, hums at hearing those words. “Yeah? It’s not nearly as bad as I thought it would be.” “Good.” Nichole was being more bold than usual. “Honestly babe, I think you’ve awoken something in me, something about your body now just feels so...different. Thrilling.” Oh no, Nichole thought, was it going to come out? “Rachel, I think I need to tell you something. You just really, really have to promise you won’t leave me.” Rachel was immediately pulled out of her stupor and stood blinking at her girlfriend. “What are you talking about?” “Just promise me please.” Nichole was clearly not joking. “Okay, baby, I promise.” Nichole just motioned for Rachel to come over to the bed where her laptop was. “Now you aren’t allowed to get upset with me Rachel, this is a lot for me to reveal, so I don’t want you to say anything, I just want you to scroll through my internet history silently, and afterwards, if you have any questions, please just ask me them, okay?” Rachel, expecting the absolute worst, agreed. She sat down and scrolled through Nichole’s history as she stood awkwardly in the background, biting her nails. After the longest silence of their lives, Rachel finally spoke up. “So you like this?” “Yes.” “And you like that I’m putting on weight?” “Yes.” “You wouldn’t mind if I was fatter?” “I wouldn’t mind, but obviously there is no pressure, I mean I wouldn’t want to hurt you or fuck up your life or….” “Nichole. Don’t do that. You know I love you right?” “Yes. I love you too.” “Good, then we’ll figure this out. If I’m going to gain this weight anyways, might as well have fun with it.” ---------------------------------------- Michael is clearly looking slimmer as he enters the room, and he immediately notices how tight Rachel’s clothes are. “So how’s the trainer been working out for you, Michael?” Rachel asked sincerely, admiring the weight loss progress so far. “Really well actually, I’m down to 300 already, which blows my mind, I’m also feeling a whole lot better in general. I’m not where I want to be yet, but it’s a strong start.” Already in the way he spoke, Rachel could tell his confidence was increasing. “I’m really proud of you Michael, I’m really glad that’s helping.” “I’m still struggling with the binge eating though, but I think it’s less common now? It feels less common.” Michael was being genuine, but he was also having a hard time focusing, his attention kept being drawn to the increasing shape of Rachel’s body. “That’s amazing Michael, it’s a good start. I would suggest maybe giving me a call whenever you find yourself in those places? I’m happy to help you through them. I’ll give you my cell, hopefully that helps.” “That sounds amazing, Dr. Williams, I think that would help.” Michael was really amazed at how well she wore the weight, and he started to think about how well she’d wear it if she was another 50lbs or 100lbs heavier. His mind started racing. Not to mention she just gave him her cell number. But who was he kidding, a woman that attractive would never go for him, right? ----------------------------------- That night at home, Rachel and Nichole were going through what had become “The New Normal”, massive dinners filled with carbs and protein. There was something different about tonight, however. A special electricity hung in the air. As Rachel ate, she thought she’d make a little show of it to her girlfriend, now knowing that it turned her on. She ate with a newfound vigour, making moans and all sorts of pleasured noises as she devoured the meal in front of her. This was clearly getting to Nichole, who was squirming around in her seat, so turned on she could barely think. Suddenly, Rachel looks up from her food at Nichole, and with a wink and a flirty smile, finds a way to make this even more fun. “Touch yourself Nichole.” Nichole was surprised but too horny to think straight. “Here? At the dinner table?” “Yes baby, touch yourself as you watch me stuff plate after plate into my growing tummy.” Rachel knew she had Nichole wrapped around her finger as Nichole’s hands slipped down her pants as she followed her girlfriend’s advice. “Think about me eating like this for months, years even. Think about how huge I’ll get. Think about my tits growing, my ass spreading past the confines of this chair. Think of me getting fatter and fatter and fatter.” Rachel was really starting to have fun with this, watching how excited her girlfriend got at these words. “Oh my god, baby” Nichole could barely get words out as her pace increased, she was getting so close to orgasm. “I’ll get massive eating like this! I’ll fly past 200, 250, god maybe even 300 pounds!” Rachel was starting to get turned on by this herself, as she started stuffing her belly again so she could feel that fullness she was starting to find very sexy. “I bet you wouldn’t even know what to do with me if I was that big, so much to grab, to squeeze. I know what I would be doing though, eating and eating, making sure that I put in the work to maintain that kind of weight, and who knows? Maybe even then I’d still be growing bigger, and bigger, and bigger…” And with that, Nichole climaxed as her legs flicked around under the table. Rachel was very proud of herself and kept eating as her girlfriend regained her composure.
  10. So here's part two, I've also set up a deviantart where I'll be posting stories as I write them as well, and I can take commissions through here and there. These first two parts are pretty tame, but things start picking up very soon and very quickly, so fasten your seatbelts. Deviantart: https://www.deviantart.com/somegirlsarebigger Again, if you have any feedback or ideas, I'm an open book! If i see suggestions I like I'll definitely try to incorporate them into the story! Chapter Two: The Deal Nichole was in the middle of writing when Rachel burst through the door. “Hey baby! How was work today?” Nichole shouted to her frazzled girlfriend. “Really weird honestly, I’m not sure what to do.” “You’re a superstar at work, I’m sure you’ll handle it well” Nichole said as she got up to greet her girlfriend with a kiss. “I’m not sure about this one, Nichole, I’m having difficulty understanding a client. He’s a big guy, and he’s really sweet, he just made a sort of weird request that I’m not sure how to deal with?” Confused, Nichole helped Rachel prepare food in the kitchen. “He suggested I should gain weight so I can better understand his struggles with binge eating,” Rachel let out, still a little out of it. “Okay,” Nichole put her hand comfortingly on her girlfriend’s slim waist, “maybe you could try it out? Try maybe 10-15 pounds? You can always lose the weight quickly afterwards.” Nichole was trying to hide her excitement. The thought of her svelte, perfect girlfriend putting on weight was instantly arousing. She hasn’t opened up to Rachel about her secret kink yet, she knew logically Rachel would be understanding, but she was still concerned it would ruin their sex life, though that already wasn’t perfect. “Shit” Rachel exhaled. “I think you’re right, I think it’s what I’ve got to do. I really want to be able to give him the help he needs, and not being able to crack this has been really getting to me.” ------------------------------------------------------ Michael sat down on the couch opposite Rachel. “So, Michael, I have some news.” Rachel was uneasy. “Okay, lay it on me” Michael was prepared for the worst. Rachel takes a deep breath. “I’ve decided to try and put on some weight in order to help you out from a more empathetic perspective than I’ve given you in the past, and for that, I apologize.” There’s a strange silence that's filling the room. Then, Michael brightens up, surprised but grateful. “Dr. Williams, it’s really really appreciated.” Rachel releases a sigh of relief. “Of course, Michael, I want to be able to help you in any way I can. I was also thinking, just to start, to connect you with a personal trainer to help you lose the weight you have so that the binge-eating is not as intimidating, that way you can have a clearer headspace when you find yourself in those states.” Michael is a little overwhelmed, this is actually starting to pay off, it seems. “Wow, okay, amazing. Thank you, hopefully that works. How much are you thinking of, um, putting on?” Rachel shifted nervously in her chair. “I’m not sure yet, how much do you think would be enough? I was thinking 10 to 15 pounds, somewhere in that range.” Michael took this as an opportunity. “Don’t get me wrong, I really appreciate the way you’re going out on a limb for me, but you are really quite small, I’m not sure that’s enough, I think 50 would probably help you understand more.” Michael took a leap of faith there and he knew it. “50 pounds?” Rachel was a little shocked, she’s never weighed more than 135lbs. Michael was worried he was fucking this up. “Yeah, I mean hopefully that's not completely unreasonable to ask for.” “No, no, I don’t think so? There’s a reason I asked you what you thought.” Rachel replied, not quite sure how this was going to go. “I can definitely try 50 pounds, as long as it helps you, I can always lose the weight when this is done.” “Thank you Doctor, this is very very kind of you, I promise once this is over I’ll be happy to help in any way I can.” Michael was beaming with joy, it seemed as though things were finally looking his way. ------------------------------------ Rachel got home to an unfamiliar sensation, the rich scent of food filling the whole house, with Nichole rushing around the kitchen. “Honey? What's all this?” Rachel laughed. “Tonight, we feast!” Nichole joked, “I figure since you’re going to put on a bit of weight we might as well have a bit of fun with it and have a proper romantic dinner, it’s been awhile.” Rachel took in the smorgasbord of food in front of her, baked potatoes, steamed vegetables, pecan pie, among many others, and she could smell a ham in the oven. “This must have taken a lot of prep, did you get the day off?” Rachel asked, a little overwhelmed. “Thank god I did, I really wanted to make this special.” Nichole said as she gave Rachel a quick kiss. “50 Pounds.” Rachel blurted out. “What was that babe?” Nichole replied, taking the ham out of the oven. “He suggested I gain 50 pounds.” Nichole was starting to get wet. “What would that bring you to?” “175 pounds I think?” Now that Rachel said the number out loud it seemed so intimidating. “God.” Nichole was getting hazy, “Better start eating then!” “Oh god, don’t joke about it, baby. I wouldn’t scare you off if I got that fat?” Rachel laughed, though the question was more serious than she intended. “Baby, I’m in it for the long run, through thick and thin, literally. I love you and that’s what matters, ok? Besides, you can always lose it, right?” After dinner they were both absolutely stuffed. Rachel had quite the food baby, a rare experience for her, and they both had wine with dinner, leading them into a tipsy, food-drunk state. “God, baby, that was so fucking good.” Rachel nuzzled into her girlfriend. “Thank you love, glad you enjoyed it” As Nichole held Rachel, she had to fight the urge to touch her girlfriend’s stomach as it was filled with all that food. “You have to promise not to leave me when I get all big and fat.” Rachel slurred into Nichole’s ear. “Baby I already told you, I love you no matter what, if you got fat I wouldn’t mind at all, it would still be you.” Nichole was trying to figure out how she could encourage the gain without slipping out her secret.
  11. Hello! so this is my first weight gain story I've ever written, usually I write screenplays or scripts so this format is a little new to me, so hopefully you like it! This was a commission for @jake69 who came up with the premise. Hopefully you all enjoy! I'm going to try to post twice or maybe 3 times a week, but we'll see how that goes. Let me know your thoughts and ideas and i may try to incorporate some of them into the story! I'm also open to taking commissions going forward, so if you enjoy hit me up! Without further ado, here goes nothing. Gaining Understanding Chapter 1: The White Whale Dr. Rachel Williams was in no small terms, what could be called a savant. She became a certified therapist right out of university, and though she's only been practicing for a couple years, she's become a star in her field and she hasn't even turned 27. With her gorgeous wavy brown hair, svelte 125 lbs body, and gorgeous hourglass figure - she was remarkably beautiful in both mind and body. Across from her sits a young girl, nervously tapping her toe. “Um” the girl hesitated, “I don't even know if this is something you have expertise in, it's just, maybe I should talk to a sex therapist or something.” “It's ok, take this one step at a time. No matter what, I will help you in any way I can.” Rachel replied, comfortingly. “Ok, I guess I just feel like a freak. I have this thing. I guess I can call it what it is, a fetish. It feels almost daunting to get into a relationship or even casual sexual encounters because it means I have to reveal this part of me, and I’m afraid that once the person I’m with knows this thing about me, they’ll find me repulsive.” The girl revealed, nervously avoiding eye contact. Rachel redirected her attention. “You’ve got a lot of strength to reveal that to me, lots of people are afraid to talk about things like that with even their therapists. There’s a lot of stigma surrounding kinks and fetishes in society. You are absolutely not a freak, everybody has different needs and it can be surprising how many people are into things that aren’t considered ‘Vanilla’, or are otherwise taboo. My best advice would be to bring it up gradually with your partner. You can introduce it slowly, with discussions of sexual fantasies, and seeing what your partner is comfortable with. Many couples are willing to explore fantasies with each other, even if one partner isn’t into the same thing. Finding ways of making it sexual for both of you can be difficult, but if you communicate openly with your partner and make sure that consent is very clear. It can be sexy for your partner to participate just knowing that they’re pushing your buttons, even if they don’t share your preferences.” The girl had a look of relief on her face. “Thank you, that’s all...very practical, I feel like I can use all this, it’s really appreciated.” Rachel got back to her apartment, exhausted. “Babe, come give me attention!” Rachel playfully whined as she got through the door. Rachel’s girlfriend, Nichole, emerged from her office and kissed her girlfriend. “How was work?” “It was good, had some very productive talks, how was writing?” “Writing was good, I’m supposed to have my piece on shared space roads in this weekend, and I should have it done in time, it’s just a bit of a slog to get it done.” Nichole is a columnist for a local magazine, she’s just as gorgeous as her girlfriend, with cascading blonde hair and her 130 lb frame made for a beautifully curvy silhouette as she went to go make dinner. Rachel came up behind her shapely girlfriend and kissed her on the neck as Nichole tried to cook their meal. “I’m feeling a little needy today, maybe we can hold off on dinner and spend some time in the bedroom?” Rachel purred in Nichole’s ear. “I’m sorry baby, I’m not really feeling it tonight, we can do it tomorrow?” Nichole suggested. “Okayyy” Rachel teased, “But you better make it up to me tomorrow.” Rachel winked. Dinner passed by quickly, they cuddled and watched Harold and Maude before heading to bed that night, both with underlying feelings of disappointment and sexual frustration. Rachel was excited but nervous coming into work today. She had been killing it lately, but today she had an appointment with her “White Whale”, her one patient she was having a hard time figuring out. His name was Michael, an artist with issues binge eating. As they sat down across from each other the size difference was clear. At 350 pounds, he dwarfed the sleek therapist across from him. “Maybe you could try putting together a meal plan? Limiting your calorie intake each day?” Rachel suggested. “I’ve tried that, the issue isn’t that I’m overeating in general, it’s that I have these panic attacks and my way of dealing with them is by eating a lot in a short period of time. And I just keep getting bigger and so I keep having these panic attacks. It’s a nightmare, I feel like I’ve lost my passion for my art. I feel too embarrassed to go out like this to get inspiration, so now that I mostly keep to myself my studio has just been a dead zone.” Michael responded, frustrated with himself. “Okay, well maybe you can try other hobbies and see how that plays out?” Rachel wasn’t sure what to do, she felt a distance with his problems. “I’m sorry Dr. Williams, I know you mean well but I don’t think you know where I’m coming from. It’s much harder for fat people to be taken seriously. There are a lot of things about being fat that thin people wouldn’t understand or would just take for granted. I can appreciate what you’re trying to do, but I honestly may just have to see another therapist who can understand where I’m coming from more. I’m sorry but I may have to go, thank you for your time.” Michael sighed as he started to get up to go. Rachel interjected, she had a lightbulb flash over her head. “Michael, please wait. Talk to me, is there anything I can do to understand where you’re coming from? I’m determined to make this work, let me know what I can do and I will try my best to do it.” Michael was taken aback a bit at this moment of desperation, but lingered. “Well, this may be a lot to ask, but…”
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