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BBW, Romance, Slow Weight Gain, Stuffing. Mia, an overly competitive and spoiled sorority diva, clashes heads with her roommate Kate. In their battle for social supremacy at Douglas University, there are some heavy consequences. Mia's Junior Year By polarisdreamer Volume 1: Chapter 1- The Race for the Room With each hastened stride Mia could feel the burning sensation increasing deep within her tight hamstring muscles. Despite the stinging pain in her legs, the lactic acid buildup only registered as a minor annoyance in the back of her mind. After all, she was winning and that was the only thing that mattered. Running down the streets of Adamsville never gave Mia more of a thrill than when she was in the heart of a competition. While she felt a bit gross and sweaty finishing up the final strides of her 5k, the sweat dripping from Mia’s forehead was merely a product of the warm late-August air, not a sign of fatigue. Casually bringing her hand to her face mid-stride and tilting her head to peer behind her while she wiped the sweat from her forehead, Mia nearly let out a boisterous laugh as she caught a glimpse of her stubborn roommate huffing and puffing for air in a futile attempt to catch up. If one wanted to view an example of a fatigued individual they need look no further than Kate while she lagged over a hundred meters behind Mia. Unlike Mia who was relaxed and confident of victory, Kate’s lethargic pace betrayed her inadequate training over the summer. Her cheeks were burning red as she breathed loudly from her mouth. Even with her sports bra on Kate’s big boobs were bouncing up and down with every burdened step she took, slowing her pace considerably. She was clearly struggling to maintain her running form and, to make matters worse, it looked like she was drenched in sweat from head to toe. While Kate suffered the consequences of her carefree summer, Mia’s summer of hard training and quality nutrition had prepared her for this final push. Sure, she was only two-hundred meters away from winning this little race, but thanks to her bet with Kate, once she reached their new shared off-campus house, their impromptu finish line, she’d be able to pick the room she would live in for the whole school year. As Mia rapidly drew closer to her new home, the place didn’t look like much on the outside. The dull blue paintjob had clearly faded, the gutters needed to be cleaned and certainly the deck needed to be swept but living in an off-campus house during her junior year meant more than just the sum of its parts. It meant freedom! Freedom from pesky university rules and RAs. Freedom to enjoy the independence of young adulthood. And well, Mia could think of a few other things that she was free to enjoy now, particularly on the weekends. That kind of freedom was worth any price. Accelerating to the finish, Mia lifted her lean-muscled legs and propelled her fit body nearly effortlessly up the steps of the deck and toward the front door. After stopping, Mia glanced at her stylish Timex watch and noted that she had finished her 5k in 24 minutes and 7 seconds, one of her best times this year! Mia proudly smiled to herself, while she peered over the railing of the deck to look down the street. Sure enough, in the distance Kate was still trudging along. It looked like she was awkwardly leaning forward as she hobbled along, her upper back must have gotten sore. Served her right for having those jumbo tits. Not wanting to watch Kate’s painful procession any longer, Mia opened the front door and slowly walked through the living room toward the hallway that lead into the kitchen to grab some water. The house might have been old, but it was spacious. The downstairs sported a modest living room which one would enter from the front door. It opened up into the main hallway that connected every room in the house. There was a decent sized kitchen toward the back of the house, a small bathroom to the left of the old wooden staircase and what Kate referred to as the “party room” directly to the right after one walked through the hallway past the stairs. The ‘party room’ had clearly been designed as a dining room of sorts, but it was a much better place for a pong table, makeshift bar, and an intimate dancefloor. It was a work in progress, but it would be awesome once it was finished. The house was built for three people, the upstairs had two bedrooms and one large bathroom. However, the real kicker was that one of the rooms upstairs was built for two people! Since Jessica had backed out of the lease agreement earlier that summer, Kate and Mia had bet rights to that room on the race Mia had just wholeheartedly won. That meant Mia was gonna get to enjoy a ton of extra living space this year and.. a balcony! Mia couldn’t help basking in her victory and taking in the sight of her new home, but her momentum came to a halt once her eyes were met by her own reflection. The mirror was propped up next to Mia’s dozen or so bags of luggage that lay, in no logical order, next to the wooden staircase. Gazing deeper into her reflection, Mia smugly grinned. She liked what she saw. At 5’6 and 118lbs Mia knew she was a knockout. Her light-blue sports bra, while covered in sweat, highlighted her round, firm and perky B-cup breasts while drawing attention to her well-developed abdominal muscles. She loved how flat and toned her stomach looked, especially after a run when it glistened slightly from her athletic perspiration. Her grin eased as she gazed lower, her lavishly defined legs sported a healthy balance of running muscle and feminine beauty, but Mia couldn’t help but feel her thighs were still too big for the rest of her body. Standing with her feet spread apart, Mia could proudly marvel at the sexy and ideal looking gap between her thighs. She’d long aspired to acquire that one aspect of fragility and femininity that seemed to elude her in her quest for physical perfection. A true, honest to god, thigh gap. As Mia stood more upright, she brought her knees closer together until they were touching, this was the true test of a legit thigh gap. Mia watched with disappointment, as her thighs came together and that perfect, sexy looking thigh gap she appeared to have just a moment ago got barely gobbled up by the volume of her inner thighs. Mia was not overly surprised, so she didn’t dwell on it, after all, it wasn’t her fault. She had her mother’s genetics to thank for her body’s pear shape. Staring past her spotless face, Mia let her long and straight black hair fall free from the messy bun she’d put it in for the race. She bobbed her head to the side to let her hair envelop her almond-brown eyes before she flipped it back over her shoulder. Enamored by her own natural facial beauty, she gave herself a seductive smile as she moved her shoulders just a little bit to the side to get a look at what all her friends considered to be her best asset. Truth be told, Mia’s butt was somewhat of a celebrity on campus, at least among the male gender. To the untrained eye, her buttocks could almost be described as having a classic upside-down-heart-shape thanks to the volume Mia’s buns sported on its sides, but such a simple description not only wouldn’t be doing Mia’s hindquarters the justice it deserved, it actually would be an incorrect ASSessment. Mia’s posterior sported two distinctive features that slightly distinguished it from a heart-shape. First, Mia’s tush had a remarkable fullness, characterized by a fat distribution seeming to enhance the volume of the upper portion of her cheeks. Second, despite the fullness of her cheeks, Mia’s booty appeared to defy gravity due to its natural perkiness and firm constitution. From behind, these features gave Mia’s derriere a rounded look. When viewed from the side, the meatier portion of Mia’s rump sitting higher in her cheeks emphasized how perky and full Mia’s bottom truly was. In other words, the breathtaking heinie Mia possessed was a truly unique bubble butt that complemented the slender body she had cultivated. Her slightly small short-shorts barely contained its toned, athletic glory. Nodding to her reflection in approval, Mia knew she was ready to turn some heads this year. Her fruit and vegetable heavy diet along with her stringent exercise regime had really helped her achieve the best shape of her life. She took pride in her well-maintained figure, and not because it made every piece of clothing she chose to dawn look absolutely flawless on her. Although, her go-getting personality was the catalyst for the considerably attention she received, it was Mia’s natural beauty and refined athleticism that cemented her status firmly atop the social pyramid at Douglas University. She was the girl that all the frat boys would dream about and the one all the jocks would gossip about around the lunch table. Her popularity among the opposite sex was envied by her older sorority stalwarts and idolized by the young freshman hopefuls. Social life at the university could be a potential minefield, but Mia navigated the rough waters like an expert. Her summer had been completely free of stress and it looked like her junior year was shaping up to be no different. Taking another look at herself, Mia couldn’t help but feel proud, sexy and, well, more than a little thirsty. The time for self-admiration would have to wait, as Mia resumed her walk to the kitchen. Passing by the wooden table, Mia quickly grabbed a glass and filled it in the sink. She took a sip before sitting down at the table. After another hardier gulp, Mia glanced down at her body and wiped away the bead of sweat that was slowly racing toward her navel. Pressing her hand slightly against her lean and toned stomach, Mia could feel her firm abs. She didn’t have the bulging muscles of a six-pack but her trim stomach certainly had the lean foundation for one. Mia gave it a pat and finished her water before heading over to the bathroom scale. She eagerly hopped on and waited for the reading to show. It blinked 117lbs and stayed there for a few moments, Mia could tell her stomach looked smaller than it had the last time she checked her weight. Regardless, Mia got off the scale in triumph, and headed back to the front hallway so she could grab the small pink t-shirt from her luggage that she normally used to workout in. Mia hadn’t worn it during the race because she’d frankly wanted to show off the results of her hard work and dedication. As she put it on, and wiggled it into place, Mia could tell it was looser than before. Maybe she had lost some extra weight? Mia couldn’t really tell from a quick glance in her mirror, but before she could inspect further she heard a noise from outside the house. Mia raised her eyebrow as she judgingly glanced at her watch while Kate trudged through the door. With an official time of 26 minutes and 30 seconds, Kate must have given up and walked home knowing the race was already lost. Poor Kate. Not! At 5’7 and 133lbs Kate was no slouch in the looks department. As Kate hunched over and tried desperately to catch her breath, Mia studied her chief competition for social supremacy at Douglas University. Kate’s long, blonde hair was in a cute ponytail. However, as Mia scanned Kate’s body she wondered if Kate should have spent more time training than she did on her hair. Mia could tell why Kate had lost the race, there was a hint of softness to Kate’s athletic body that wasn’t present anywhere on Mia’s except maybe her thighs and rear. Kate’s light-blue sports-bra and matching shorts clung to her body a little tight across her middle and exposed a tiny pouch of fat smack-dab where her lower abs should have been. Even the muscles Kate possessed in her legs were much less defined than Mia’s. Although, as she looked Kate over, Mia had to admit that there was one area where Kate had her soundly beaten, cleavage. Kate was a busty blonde who filled her D-cup very well. Kate definitely had an hourglass figure while Mia’s resembled more of a pear because of her modest bust size and proportionally big bum. Mia couldn’t help but think her bust size only looked small because of how large Kate’s was. However, there was some silver lining. Mia had correctly anticipated that those big meat bags would give Kate problems during the race. Kate was still hunched over but she was trying to straighten up. It took her a moment, but she was eventually able to hoist her large knockers upward enough to manage to stand up straight. The look Kate gave Mia was one of acknowledgment and perhaps envy. She knew she’d been soundly beaten in the race, but even as Kate tasted defeat her blue eyes sparkled with a blaze of resilience. Just because Kate was Mia’s closest college friend, didn’t mean she wasn’t an obstacle for Mia in the realm of dating. Memories of losing out to Kate on more than one potential sexy fling during freshman year still clung soundly toward the front of Mia’s mind. It was a shame they both had such similar tastes in men. They often butted heads after realizing they were pining for the same guy. It’s why their little competitions they referred to as ‘challenges’ were so important. Rather than fight endlessly they settled their disputes with little physical competitions or challenging bets. It wasn’t a perfect system, but it kept their friendship intact. At the moment, Mia sat above Kate on the social pyramid, but she only did so by a hair. That meant she had to keep winning their little ‘challenges’ at all costs. If Mia wanted to enjoy all the fruits of being queen bee, she knew she had to keep Kate in her place. As if on cue, Kate gave up her attempt to stand up straight on equal footing with Mia and hunched over again to breathe more freely. “Hugh…(pant)…ahh.. This was not a fair challenge Mia, I don’t think the cross-country girls could even have kept up with you.” Kate mumbled, as she struggled to catch her breath. “Sorry Kate, don’t blame me. I may have picked the challenge, but you had all summer to train for it.” Mia said with a tang of innocence in her voice while she smirked. “Yeah, whatever.” Kate gasped, as she shakily walked toward the kitchen for a glass of water, “I think I overheated. I’m sooo hot right now.” “You’re telling me, look at that bod!” Mia joked, as she gave Kate a sporting smack on the ass. The loud slap the motion produced caused Kate’s butt to jiggle quite a bit in response. Unlike Mia’s masterfully firm rear end, Kate’s felt softer to the touch, like a thick pillow. Kate’s naturally heart-shaped bottom had low-set buns giving her a more tapered look from her waistline to the bottom of her butt, but even so, Mia felt like Kate’s butt and hips looked a tad bit fuller than they did sophomore year. “Ouch! Rude!” Kate grunted, as she scurried away from Mia and quickly filled herself a glass of water in the kitchen. Mia could tell Kate wasn’t in the best of moods at the moment. It was understandable, after all, she’d just lost the best room in the house to Mia. Looking to make peace, Mia extended the metaphorical olive branch. “Relax, the boys are not going to be able to take their eyes off us this year.” Mia confidently smiled, as she waited for Kate to cheer up. She was a bit annoyed when Kate appeared to ignore her while she guzzled a glass of water. Hoping to get more of a response, Mia emphasized her previous statement with her patented ‘sexy look.’ Kate raised an eyebrow once she caught a glimpse of Mia biting her lip in a horny fashion and looking suggestively into Kate’s eyes. It only took a mere wink from Mia to send Kate’s temper over the edge. “Oh, stop. You look like a skinny sex monger.” Kate spat with more resentment than she had intended to reveal. A summer away from Mia’s perfection had done Kate some good but starting junior year off like this was not what she had wanted. She trained all summer for this grudge race, all because stupid Jessica had to back out of the lease agreement. In some ways it was both good and bad. Kate admitted it would be nice to live in a house built for three college students, without the extra person. There would be more space, more privacy and less drama. She and Mia were lucky, their parents were wealthy and didn’t mind paying for the vacant position. On the down side, Kate would now have to spend her year suffering the consequences of living with little miss perfect. Mia was smart, beautiful, athletic and extremely competitive to a fault. This loss was just the most recent in a long line of ‘challenges.’ These ‘challenges’ started freshman year at Douglas University all because Kate and Mia had a small room and needed to bunk their beds, the only problem was that neither of them wanted to be on top. Kate winced as she remembered it was her who suggested the first challenge, a quarter mile race on the school’s track. Kate had beaten Mia back then, probably because Mia had entered college about 10 pounds heavier than she was now and was quick to gain the freshman 15 during the first few weeks of the fall semester. Back then Kate had been the boss, but things soon changed toward the end of freshman year. Mia got her act together and lost the beer weight and before Kate realized it she became the only one stuck gaining the dreaded freshman 15 over the second half of their freshman year. Kate regretted insisting that the winner was the only one who could decide the next challenge. She really paid for it sophomore year as the challenge stakes related more and more to boys, chores and paying for alcohol. It all seemed like a bad dream. As Kate put her glass in the sink, Mia continued to parade around the house in triumph while she began to lug her stuff up to her new room. Part of Kate still wished Mia was still that slightly pudgy freshman, then Kate would still be winning these lame challenges. Then she might have gotten the room on the second floor WITH a balcony. Kate’s anger boiled over as she was brought back to reality by the sound of shattering glass. Mia was no longer in the kitchen, Kate poked her head out of the doorway and saw Mia had broken her large mirror on the steps. “Jeez Mia, watch out you’ll give yourself bad luck.” Kate warned, as she stepped out of the hallway to assess the damage. “I’ll take bad luck any day for a room with a balcony.” Mia snobbishly said. Kate didn’t really have a response. Mia continued up the steps to her newly won room, while Kate looked on. Mia really made her feel like such a loser.. Standing alone, defeated, Kate looked at her warped reflection in the shards of Mia’s broken mirror. That’s when she was suddenly struck with a devilish idea.. What if Mia gained the freshmen 15 again, like, as a junior? What if.. What if she gained more than that? Then Mia would have no chance in their little challenges. Kate would have the boys, the attention, the respect and the status she craved. Her heart was pounding with a thrilled excitement Kate hadn’t experienced in quite some time. In Kate’s mind it was settled, she was no longer going to play second fiddle. Mia Preston, darling of Douglas University, was going to put on some blubber. Whether she liked it or not…

Description: Two heavy middle-aged woman are jealous of the new young slim addition to the office who is getting an annoying amount of attention for her looks. They vow to sabotage her figure to knock her down a peg, but take their fattening plot dramatically too far [XWG, (between 200-300 pounds gained), sabotage, humiliation, teasing, sex, Outgrown clothes, stuckage] (Idea suggested by ***********) Office Obesity Obsession Written by Polarisdreamer & Prompt submitted by ********** on p*a*t*r*e*o*n Charlotte “Happy Birthday! Charlie!!” My overly busty office bestie, for the better part of a decade, cheerfully rang out, as she waddled toward my cubicle in a figure-hugging grey pantsuit with what looked like a large slice of chocolate cake on a paper plate she was carrying, “I know you didn’t want me to bake you a cake, but I just couldn’t resist!” “You’re too kind Diane. You REALLY shouldn’t have…” I weakly protested, as I endeavored to lift my hefty rear off my comfortable office chair and accept the calorie dense dessert. As usual, it took me a moment or two to wiggle my wide-cushy hips free from the confines of the chair’s built-in armrests. ‘Gotta love being pear-shaped and overweight…’ I sarcastically thought to myself, as I managed to free myself after a moment of struggle. Since it was casual Friday, and my 37th birthday, I was wearing an attention-grabbing plus size two-piece outfit. On top, I was wearing a pink peplum zipper top and on bottom my massive lower body was clothed in matching pink high-waisted wide-leg pants. My thighs, hips and ass all strained the fabric, but at least the darn things fit and helped minimize the look of my chunky waist. Standing side by side, at 5’5 I usually stood an inch taller than Diane, but since she had her three-inch heels on today and I was wearing comfortable flats, she had a good two inches on me. The extra height probably made me look even fatter than her than I already was. Smiling widely, Diane handed me the plate, a fork, patted me on my embarrassingly large potbelly, and then proclaimed in her typical overly friendly tone, “If you like that, there’s lots more in the breakroom.” ‘So much for my diet…’ I offhandedly thought knowing I’d become too much of a fatty to resist Diane’s constant temptations. Unable to stop myself from taking a bite, I couldn’t help but hum in delight because of the vibrant flavor, “Mhhh!! You should have been a baker, not a secretary! Have I ever told you that?” “Only a hundred times. Hahaha!” Diane cackled, clutching her own robust belly, as she did so. During her giggle fit, I forked another gob of cake into my helplessly greedy mouth, and in doing so I looked over my slightly older friend from top to bottom. In that moment, it occurred to me that while Diane had hardly aged a day over the last ten years, I was almost unrecognizable. Sure, her dark red hair had faded to the point she was more of a strawberry blonde now, but I’d gained over 100lbs since I’d started working here. Ten years ago, when we’d met, Diane was a 33-year-old, 220-pound office secretary. Now she was a 43-year-old, 220-pound manager in HR. On the other hand, a decade ago, I was the fit 130-pound envy of the office and now, at 240lbs, I was the fattest secretary of the bunch. Although at least I didn’t have the largest belly, Diane still held that award, but my wide, thick, and soft ass made the size of her gut look modest. Snapping back to the present moment, I looked down and realized with some embarrassment, that I’d scarfed down the whole slice of chocolate cake completely absentmindedly, opening my mouth to pardon my gluttonous display, the only thing that came out was a loud, “*Buuuurrpp!*” “Excuse you!” Diane chuckled, patting my tubby belly yet again, “I take it you want some more?” I wanted to say ‘no’ but the pig inside me won out, “You bet.” “Sit tight, I’ll be right back with another piece.” Diane promised, but I stopped her. “No, let me. I need the exercise.” I pleaded carefully tiptoeing out of my cubical so my mammoth ass wouldn’t knock anything over. “If you insist. See you at lunch.” Diane shrugged before waddling back toward her department. Left to my own devices, my stomach growled with a yearning for more delicious cake. So, I took the elevator downstairs to the ground floor, and waddled my way toward the break room. I helped myself to another slice of cake, but it wasn’t enough. It was like everything Diane cooked made me even more hungry than I was before. Her talent for baking was extraordinary. I’d probably still be a size six if I’d never met her, but since I didn’t have a time machine, I just grabbed another slice for the long trek back to my cubicle. Caterina “On your left!!” I commanded slightly too late for it to matter. The overweight landwhale slowly waddling in front of me toward the elevator with a fat ass the size of Montana, didn’t have time to move out of my way. In one swift motion I clipped her wide hips, squeezed by her, and then trotted as fast as I could in my stylish 5-inch heels into the elevator. Without wasting a moment, I tapped in my floor number and watched the elevator doors slowly close. Sounding irate, the total fatty I’d just bumped into begged, “Wait! Hold the door!” I gave her request perhaps about one second of honest consideration, before choosing to ignore the obese and rotund blonde blimp. Seeing my disinterest, the fatty dressed head to toe in pink flipped me off and yelled, “What the f*ck! I know you can hear me!” I was not about to show up late for my first day of work at my first real office job since college graduation. So, I replied in retaliation, “Sorry wouldn’t want to exceed the weight limit. Maybe next time don’t be so fat and slow.” Unable to get a word in edgewise before the elevator doors closed on her, the elevator began to rise, and I turned my attention to my reflection in the elevator mirror. My makeup was still on point, my long dark hair looked fantastic paired with bangs. My soft, center-parted fringe blended beautifully with my thick, wavy hair. Gazing south of my meticulously maintained mane and flawlessly tanned Mediterranean complexion, I observed how wonderfully my white button-down shirt and brown pencil skirt flattered my fit, 125-pound, hourglass shaped body. I was every bit just as sexy as a 23-year-old college graduate as I was as a 19-year-old freshman. Many of my former sorority sisters couldn’t say the same thing, especially Janet. It was no wonder my boyfriend Tory couldn’t get enough of me. Last night, he’d been so eager to have his way with me, he handcuffed my wrists and ankles to the bed and made me orgasm with his tongue, my vibrator and then the old fashion way so he could get his rocks off too. I didn’t even have to lift a finger the whole time. It was nice having a man that would literally do anything to keep me from dumping him for someone better, but now that I was out of college, I had to be realistic. Tory was fun, but he was going to be a high school math teacher, not exactly a wealthy occupation. My prospects would be much better hunting for someone in the law office I’d just been hired at as a secretary. So, as the elevator reached my desired destination, I unbuttoned my shirt, just enough to show off a little cleavage before making my grand entrance… Diane I knew just from the excessively polished look of the new girl, and the way she strutted into the office like she owned the place, that she’d be trouble. The way she towered over everyone in those unprofessional five-inch heels, the way her pantyhose ended suggestively at the midpoint of her toned thighs, the way her shirt wasn’t buttoned up all the way… I KNEW she’d be trouble. She reminded me of Charlotte way back when. Before I fattened the ditzy bottom-heavy blonde into submission. Even the new girl’s name, Caterina Bellucci sounded like some exotic stripper. The eyes of every lawyer in the business were glued to the 23-year-old’s attractive features. Her firm, full and perky tits, flat stomach, long legs, narrow waistline, toned bubble butt, heck she even had a flawless face for all the horny men to look at. It was no mystery to me why my male superiors had hired her. It was the same reason they had hired Charlotte ten years ago. This new girl, Caterina, was office eye candy, probably well worth whatever they were paying her to do a mediocre job as a secretary. From the entitled look of her, she was probably a total brat. Felt she was owed whatever she wanted. Probably got everything she ever wanted in life from her rich mother and father. Always had the latest designer clothes, the newest tech gadgets, got sent to the best schools… The girl certainly moved with the confidence of someone who believed she could get anything she wanted with just a simple shake of her rock-solid booty. That’s when I noticed something regrettable. My husband, Richy, was checking her out too. Just like every other guy. Ugh! Men! I’ve always been on the heavy side. Even when I was in my early twenties. I wasn’t obese like I am now, but I was certainly overweight. Since I never overate much, and lived an active life, I always figured my weight problem was thanks to my slow metabolism. But I suppose that doesn’t matter to my hubby, not when there’s a hot 23-year-old prancing around the office. I can understand why Richy might feel compelled to ogle a traditionally slim sorority hotty like her. I didn’t hate him for looking, I hated her, with her svelte frame and totally flat stomach. It should be a crime to look that good. Even being in the same room as her made me feel inferior, because at 43 years old, and 220lbs, I really was quite inferior when it came to appearance. It wasn’t until later in the workday that I heard from my friend Charlotte during my lunch break that the skinny b*tch had gotten into an altercation with her earlier down on the ground floor. I did my best to calm Charlotte down, but little did I know, I’d soon get into my own altercation with little Miss Caterina when I went to retrieve my lunch from the break room’s refrigerator. I get a meal subscription because I’m a mother of two and don’t always have time to cook. So, I go to get my lunch, but it’s not in the fridge. It’s gone. At first, I assumed I forgot to bring it in from my car, but then I noticed the empty box in the trash. Someone ate it, and when I looked out into the crowd of my colleagues eating their lunches, only one looked guilty when we made eye contact. “Caterina!” I accused loud enough to get most of the room’s attention. “What?” Caterina innocently asked in response to my accusation, while running her hands through her dark wavy hair. Her slender legs were accentuated by her heels and her extremely tight pencil skirt. “Did you eat the box of pasta that was in the fridge? That was my lunch!” I huffed, unable to hide the fact that I was feeling quite upset. “Well, did it have your name on it?” She wondered sounding less innocent now and more defensive. “No.” I replied regrettably. In response, she smiled confidently and feigned at being apologetic, “Whoops!” She got a few chuckles from the guys sitting around the break room. “At least apologize. You ate my lunch.” I growled contemplating what I could grab to eat from the vending machines in the hallway. “Look I did you a favor, that gut of yours doesn’t need any more carbs. YOU should be thanking ME.” Caterina deflected ludicrously in my mind, drawing a few more muffled laughs from the men present. Biting my lip, I took the high road and let it go. For now. I didn’t like being the fat butt of somebody else’s joke. So, I silently resolved to get my revenge. However, it was actually Caterina’s other victim of fat shaming, Charlotte, who’d witnessed my whole embarrassing exchange with her, who suggested the idea I already had bouncing around in my mind. Perhaps Caterina wouldn’t pick on other women because of their extra weight, if she was overweight herself! Together, we resolved to take Caterina down a peg no matter how long it took. Charlotte Our grand plan for revenge started slow, with observation. Diane was quite convincing in explaining how necessary it was to learn the habits of our unsuspecting prey before we took action and exploited them to our benefit. So, we waited and watched, patiently for our time to strike. It quickly became clear to us that Caterina had a habit of making herself a cup of coffee in the break room once every morning and afternoon. She always used the same low-fat hazelnut creamer, so Diane instructed me to buy a low-fat and extra creamy version of the creamer, but a different brand. I did as she said, then I gave the bottles to her, she took them home and expertly switched the labels. We waited until Caterina’s usual creamer was nearly empty to make the switch. I personally swapped the creamers late one afternoon after Caterina had already left work. The little skinny b*tch was none the wiser. That was, until the next morning when she tried it for the first time, luckily, I was there to throw her off the scent of our sabotage. “What’s the matter Caterina?” I innocently asked, while I fearfully watched the walking talking Mediterranean barbie doll inspect the label of her secretly fattening hazelnut creamer. “This brand of creamer just tastes way better than the one I usually use. I’m just having a look at the ingredients.” Caterina explained, as her sharp eyes darted to my plump physique, “Have you ever had this brand?” “What is that? Low-fat? No, I always use the extra creamy stuff in my coffee.” I chuckled trying to suppress the thrill I was getting from successfully deceiving the conceded brat in front of me. “Sorry, stupid question.” Caterina shrugged, as she bent over and placed the creamer back in the fridge. My eyes couldn’t help, but jealously scan Caterina’s pert posterior as she did so. Without even thinking I asked, “Do you do pilates or something? You have a fabulous figure.” “Mhh-hmm, every day, right after work.” Caterina hummed in a conceded tone, while she closed the fridge door and turned around, “You should consider joining me sometime.” Blushing red, I stammered in response, “I doubt I could keep up with you.” “They have beginner classes,” Caterina offered before approaching me, looking down on me in her heels, placing her hands on her hips and teasing, “And, maternity classes, if that’s more your speed.” “I’ll… umm… I’ll think about it. Thanks.” I bit my tongue, turning the other cheek and letting Caterina get away with her typical petty insults. “You’re welcome. Now, if you don’t mind, you’re in my way wide-load. I’ve gotta get back to work.” Caterina blurted nudging my doughy belly and forcing me to wobble to the side so she could pass. Flush with anger, after Caterina had left the room, I rushed to Diane’s cubical to share what I had just learned… Caterina I was awash with feelings of shame and self-loathing, as I sleepily stepped into my warm shower the morning after I’d ** given in and accepted a one-night stand with my ex. It had been weeks since I dumped Tory after starting my new job and yet I still couldn’t seem to fully wash my hands of him. He just had a way of fully satisfying me sexually, it was hard to find that finely tuned and practiced chemistry with anyone else. But now that I was making roughly double what he was bringing in on his lowly teacher salary, I knew I deserved better. I was working my perfectly formed ass off recently. Everyday it seemed like I had to skip the gym and stay late to help someone on something essential for the future of the office. The stress was killing me, but I didn’t let anyone know it. Letting the water hit my body, I enjoyed the warmth before turning around and stepping backward so I could wet my hair. Once that was accomplished, I grabbed my washcloth, soaped it up and began lathering up my arms, chest, and then my tummy. To my irritation, my normally flat stomach was bulging out obscenely far. I looked… puffy. “What the f*ck?” I cursed, resting my washcloth on the side of my shower and inspecting this unwelcome fleshy orb protruding from my midsection with both my hands. My skin was stretched tight and quite hard to the touch. Since my period was two weeks away, there was only one question on my mind regarding the serious bloating I was experiencing, “What the heck did I eat last night??” Pondering that question, I recalled going to a local bar to let off some steam, ordering nachos, a few drinks, but was that it?? My drunken memory seemed annoyingly incomplete. To make matters worse, as I was thinking, I heard my bathroom door open, which meant Tory was up. Before I could say anything or tell him to get out, he snuck into the shower with me and started running his hands up and down my body. It felt good. So, I let him continue. He grabbed my washcloth and started running soap across my breasts, then my swollen stomach. I turned around to hide my embarrassment, and he started massaging shampoo into my hair and massaging my temple. Then, he spoke… “You look so beautiful in the water…” For a moment, my self-conscious worries disappeared. I pressed my perfect ass right into his lap and felt that he was rock hard for me. Smiling with a horny excitement, I let out a little squeak of joy before he started bending me over and f*cking me raw. Just like I wanted. If I was sleepy when I entered the shower, I was wide awake when I left it. Also, for the first time since starting my new job, I was running late. While Tory called in sick, I rushed to my bedroom to get ready. My underwear felt tighter than usual, my c-cup breasts appeared to be overflowing my cups a little bit, but I thought nothing of it, I was in too much of a rush. So, I found a pretty skirt and hoisted it up my luscious legs and started squeezing it over my hips and ass. It took a little wiggling and a few impatient hops, but after a few moments all that was left to do was button the darn thing. To my irritation, my bloated stomach was too puffy for the unforgiving waistband. Try as I might, I couldn’t button the skirt. In the interest of time, I didn’t sweat it. I grabbed my period pants, a slim pair of grey slacks with a stretchy waistband I kept in the back of my closet that I hadn’t needed to wear in months. However, before I could attempt to slip into them, I had to free myself from my skirt. Taking them off was almost as tough as getting them on, but I managed to do it without breaking a sweat. Glancing at the time on my phone I tried to hurry up. I jumped into my period pants and tried to slip them on just like I always did, but to my embarrassment, the fabric caught about three-fourths of the way up my thighs. I gasped in horror as I realized what had happened. I, Caterina Bellucci, had shrunk my period pants in the wash. With a desperate energy, I fell back upon my bed, and kicked my legs up in the air over and over again while I tried to tug the slacks into place. I huffed and I puffed, and after a while, I finally got the slacks to cover my thighs, hips, and ass. All I had left to do was button them across my bloated midsection. I took ahold of both flaps and tried pulling them together. The waistband had a lot more give to it than my skirt, but it wasn’t enough. Try as I might, I couldn’t bring the flaps together enough to button them. I needed another inch or two. Taking a short break to catch my breath, I glared at the round shape of my midsection with anger. Sucking in my breath I attempted to make the roundness disappear, but I didn’t succeed. “Come on! This is what period pants are for!” I grunted, trying yet again to clasp the button together. This time, I was able to button them, but my sigh of relief was cut off by how much the pants were pinching into my waistline. It was so uncomfortable it was almost hard to breathe. Shallow breaths were all I could manage, lest I risk popping the button clean off my pants. Since I couldn’t very well walk into work with tight slacks and a bra, I turned my attention away from my aching midsection and toward finding a brighter button-down t-shirt to accent my dull slacks. Eventually I found a shirt that would look good, so I tried it on and started buttoning it up, but my breasts were making it difficult up top, and my puffy stomach gently pushing back against my efforts made it difficult down low. Gritting my teeth, I managed to button up what I needed to, but looking over myself in the mirror, I knew I had to change. I was able to eventually find a professional shirt that fit, but the act of doing so caused me to be late entering the office. Starved for some caffeine and quite hungry, for the first time, my self-control crumbled, I unbuttoned my slacks, and I gorged upon two donuts in the breakroom while I waited for my coffee to finish. The pastries tasted heavenly. So much so, that after double checking that the break room was empty, I grabbed one more to devour after I drank my coffee and before I began the arduous task of trying to button my slacks again… Diane It had only been a few months but the changes in Caterina’s figure were starting to become quite noticeable. This wasn’t my first rodeo sabotaging an unsuspecting colleague into blowing up a few dress sizes, but I must say with Charlotte’s help, this has been the most rapid expansion I’ve engineered so far. It all started with Caterina’s coffee creamer, the same way it had started when I fattened up Charlotte. Charlotte thought the extent of our sabotage was just in ensuring Caterina consumed a little extra fat with every cup of coffee, but in reality, I put a lot of time and research into the fattening cocktail Charlotte had placed within Caterina’s reach. In addition to the more fattening creamer, Caterina was unknowingly consuming a perfect mixture of weight gain powder, and appetite stimulants. Not only was each cup of coffee making her a little fatter, but it was also causing her impressive willpower to wilt away and vanish before our very eyes. When the little brat started working at the office, she wouldn’t even so much as look at the various candy dishes I’d littered around the place, but now, she’d linger any place I’d stashed some savory milk chocolate. Knowing her weakness, I had Charlotte place a bowl of them right by her desk and keep it filled to the brim each and every day so that when Caterina chose to indulge, she’d have no idea how much she was regularly consuming. Then there was the little matter of Caterina’s workout routine. Assigning her a little extra work toward the end of each and every day ensured that she’d be too late to attend her precious Pilates, and too tired to do anything else after she got off than lug her growing backside to a happy hour where she could eat and drink to her hearts content and beg that handsome ex-boyfriend of hers for sex afterwards. ‘I wonder what he thinks of Caterina’s weight gain?’ I thought to myself, as I reflected upon our efforts to teach the brat a lesson so far. At first, the change in Caterina’s figure wasn’t even noticeable. All we’d done was switch out her creamer, and get her desk switched to Charlotte’s old cubicle. It was far away from any windows and near a chilly air vent. With Caterina constantly cold at work now, her body’s natural response would be to adapt by laying down some fat for insulation. By limiting Caterina’s access to natural light, not only would we mess with her perfect tan, but her body’s natural hunger clock, hopefully increasing her appetite. Charlotte was convinced our efforts were too miniscule to have an effect, but I knew better. Since Caterina was very slender to begin with, I assured Charlotte that it would take some time before the pounds that were slowly clinging to her frame became obvious. After a month, Caterina’s defined physique was noticeably softening. The effect was most noticeable in her arms and thighs because she loved to expose those areas, but I figured her stomach was softening some too. After two months, her flat stomach was gone, replaced by a small amount of chub that was beginning to form the foundation of a belly. It was easy enough for Caterina to hide when she was standing up and sucking in, but difficult to completely obscure when she was sitting down. After three months, Caterina’s once pert bottom had started bulging out a little. All that time spent sitting and eating wasn’t doing her widening hips any favors either. The chub around her midsection had formed a slight gut, her breasts had started noticeably swelling, and her thighs were growing thicker. Her clothes were getting too tight for her and whispers around the office began to circulate that Caterina might be pregnant. Now, four months into this revenge endeavor, Caterina had to have gained at least 25 or 30lbs since starting work at the office. Her face finally looked to be carrying the slightest amount of extra weight, her slender arms had beefed-up ever so slightly, and she was starting to develop some womanly chunk to her expanding waistline. At some point recently, she must have come to grips with her inadequate wardrobe and started buying pieces in larger sizes, because she was still gaining weight, but wasn’t spilling out of her outfits like she used to. That being said, she was still filling out her clothing quite nicely and I had a feeling that it wouldn’t take long before she’d be due to go up another size or two lest she risk a wardrobe malfunction at work. Wanting to see her swelling body again up close, I moseyed over to her cubicle, carrying a Tupperware container of chocolate chip cookies I’d baked at home the night before. Charlotte had given them a taste-test early and swore to me that they were irresistible. So, once I was near enough, I called out, “Hey Caterina! Want a cookie?” “No thanks Diane. I’m busy.” The brat replied, while she took her feet off of her desk and started pretending like she was actually doing something. She thought I couldn’t see what she was up to, but I knew. “Are you sure? It’s a new recipe. Here, smell!” I urged, shoving the container I was holding right in her face. She resisted, trying to push the container away, but despite her struggle, she caught a whiff of my cookies. “If you promise to leave me alone, I’ll have one bite.” Caterina compromised rising to her feet and holding out her hand for one. I could spy her try to suck in her little beer belly as she did so. Blinking, my eyes noticed Caterina didn’t appear as strikingly tall as usual. She still looked to be two inches taller than me, so perhaps she’d traded in her five-inch heels for much more appropriate three-inch heels like mine. On top of that observation, I could see that Catrina was wearing a black skirt of longer length than she usually wore, an unbuttoned black blazer, and no provocative pantyhose. She was certainly dressed more modestly than usual, perhaps to conceal the extent of her embarrassingly fast weight gain. “Sure, here you go.” I smiled, handing Carina a cooking and sanding by as she took a meager bite. “Mhh!” Caterina hummed clearly taken aback by the great taste. “How is it?” I smugly questioned, knowing the answer before I asked. “Incredible!” Caterina enthused, while she proceeded to take bite after bite until the cookie was no more. “Glad you liked it. If you change your mind and want some more, I’ll leave these puppies in the break room.” I smiled, as I noticed the way Caterina’s eyes longed for just a little more of what I had to offer. For a moment I thought she might swallow her pride and ask for another, but she managed to hold off. I was sure she’d venture down to the breakroom before long and get her greedy cookie fix. I was also sure that one day, maybe soon, maybe not so soon, I’d break that pride Caterina was still clinging to. It was only a matter of time… Caterina “Oof… When did this dress get sooo tight?? I *Ugh!* JUST bought this!” I vented to myself, as I tried in vain to zip up my skimpy Ms. Clause outfit yet again. Each time my efforts failed to produce any progress, my patience continued to rapidly evaporate, and my irritation grew more and furious. Time was wasting, if I dilly-dallied much longer, I’d be late for the office’s holiday party. What made my situation even worse was that my hair, which I’d fashioned into loose curls, and makeup, looked irresistible. I was even sporting some bright red lipstick and wearing a pair of bold peep toe heels to match my red outfit. Yet, I couldn’t for the life of me squeeze into my d*mn dress! I’d even bitten the bullet and uncomfortably squeezed myself into a pair of newly purchased spanx since I’d outgrown my old ones. ‘So why wasn’t this working??’ I thought to myself in a panic, ‘Shapewear is supposed to make fitting into tight clothes easier!’ “What’s the problem???” I growled to myself, as my frustration caused me to give up on my efforts and dip my hand once again into the box of deliciously creamy gourmet chocolates that my secret admirer at work had slipped onto my desk yesterday wrapped in a pretty decorative bow along with a sexy little love note attached which read: “Dear Caterina, I can’t help but appreciate how your curves have blossomed over these last few months. Every time you walk by my desk, my heart skips a beat. The other day when I saw you bend over to grab a snack from the fridge, I nearly lost control. The thought of being with you is driving me crazy. You grow more beautiful each and every day. As always, these chocolates are a token of my affection, enjoy every bite my flawless goddess. Sincerely, Your Secret Admirer” “Mhh!” I hummed as a piece of creamy milk chocolate, quickly followed by four more, graced my tongue and slowly dulled my irritation, helping me calm down. Gazing into my bedroom mirror for answers, the issue was obvious to me. The dress’s velvety red fabric with white lace trim didn’t have any stretch to it… and… my body wasn’t as slender and fit as it used to be. Spanx could work wonders, not miracles. So, I wiggled out of my dress and lingered in front of my mirror in nothing but my unattractive spanx. It pained me to admit it, but I’d put on some weight recently. Well… Some more weight. At first, I’d hoped my clothes might just be shrinking in the dryer, but I was in denial. A month ago, after six months at my new job, I weighed myself during a doctor’s visit and discovered I’d gained 50 pounds since starting my sedentary secretary job. 50 pounds was undeniable. At 173lbs, I was mortified by how much fatter I’d become. I didn’t mind having much larger tits, but swelling zeppelins weren’t worth packing on the pounds everywhere else. My formerly trim stomach had ballooned into a soft mound of plump, jiggly chub. I had a muffin top where my abs used to be! My thighs had accumulated a layer of thick juicy fat. They never used to rub together, or spread out when I sat down, but now my thighs did both! My ass had grown thicker, flabbier, and wider. It was like I’d grown a heavy and squishy wrecking ball back there! Its expansion made it difficult for me to fit into my more seductive office outfits, so I had to switch to wearing less-appealing pantsuits most days. I’d bought my Ms. Clause outfit for the office’s holiday party the day after my doctor’s visit. Since it didn’t fit me anymore, that meant that I’d gained even more weight since then. Did I weigh more than 180lbs? 190lbs? 200lbs? Surely not more than 200lbs… Hopefully. I’d comfort eaten quite a bit over the last month, but not enough to put on 30 pounds in one month, that would be insane. Besides, my dress wasn’t fitting, but I didn’t look that different. ‘Or do I?’ I self-consciously thought to myself. Checking myself out in the mirror more closely, my thoughts were racing, ‘My face hasn't changed much, right? Or has it? Were my cheeks always this full looking? Was my jawline always so soft? A slight double chin was new, wasn’t it? These changes couldn’t have just happened in a month, could they??’ My biceps used to be firm and well-defined, just like my triceps, but now they were starting to look softer and fuller than they’d once been. My breasts had grown so much heavier that they’d become less perky than they used to be. Puffy love handles adorned my sides, but the soft layer of adipose tissue I’d accumulated around my middle pooled most heavily just under my belly button, causing my bulging lower belly to strain the fabric of my spanx. I’d tried to eat healthier this month. I’d tried to be more active. It was just so hard to get back into a good routine. I was too out of shape to start up again at the gym right away and work was so demanding. I couldn’t resist indulging in my little chocolaty guilty pleasures to help get myself through my busy days. I knew my overindulgent diet was my kryptonite, but I couldn’t help myself. I’d lost my self-control. Sex used to be my outlet, not food, but around the time I graduated to size 12 dress pants, Tory quit answering my texts. He claimed he was fed up with being a bonafide booty call, but I suspected that wasn’t the truth. Recently, as I’ve let myself go more and more each passing month, I’ve noticed my effect on men has clearly diminished. So much so that it has been weeks since I’ve gotten any action. Even my guy friends in the office seem to be ignoring me now. My new office friends, Diane and Charlie, keep telling me that my standards are just too high, but I’ve always had high standards and being picky with whom I sleep with has never been a problem until now. I figure my best hope to break my dry spell is to flush my secret admirer out of hiding. The men who work in my office are mostly all up to my standards and my secret admirer has been sounding desperate to f*ck me for weeks. I was confident my sexy Ms. Clause outfit would be stimulating enough to lure him out of hiding, but since it won’t fit, I’m not left with any good options. I could skip the party entirely, spare myself some embarrassment, but pass on the chance for sex. Or I could attend the party and sully my reputation even further by wearing the only Christmas themed outfit that I know will fit my heavier body. A pair of my mother’s jeans that I accidentally stole the last time I visited her and an ugly Christmas sweater I stole from Tory years ago. Swallowing my pride, and the last of the chocolates, I chose the second option… Diane Charlotte and I couldn’t resist admiring our handiwork, as Caterina waddled toward us with her ** lunch in hand. It looked like she’d grabbed some Burger King from across the street again. I raised my arm to greet her with a wave, and Caterina did the same in reply. Although, by raising her chubby arm above her head to wave, her overly tight top began riding up enough to reveal her soft pale belly pouch oozing over the waistband of her slacks. Blushing with embarrassment once she realized what happened, Caterina tried to awkwardly tuck her shirt back in with her free hand but was struggling. Her outfit was too tight for her fattened frame and consequently she wasn’t as coordinated as she used to be. Ever since the holiday party six months ago, it seemed like Caterina had given up all effort to fight the fat that continued finding its way onto her rapidly expanding figure. Her torso had rounded, softened and expanded to the point that it nearly rivaled my own blubbery **-belly, and her awe-inspiring posterior now nearly rivaled Charlie’s in size. She put us both to shame in the breast department, but her swollen breasts were not enough to salvage her reputation among the horny men in the office. Long gone were the days she’d been the slender envy of the office strutting around in five-inch heels, now she was just another 250-pound secretary forced to wear flats because of her elevated weight. It had taken a full year, but our revenge plan was clearly a resounding success. Caterina’s perfect figure had ballooned to the point she had even more pinchable inches around her tubby body than I did! No more short sexy skirts for her. No, no, no. She hadn’t worn anything remotely sexy in over half a year. She was only 10 or 15-pounds shy of reaching Charlie’s weight. It was karma at its finest. It was a treat to see the brat grow rounder and softer before our very eyes all year long. It was even more of a treat to keep up the devilish little charade considering how easy it had become to keep fattening up our formerly formidable prey. “Hey ladies, thanks for saving me a seat.” Caterina happily hummed, as she rested her plump backside next to Charlie across from me, wiped some sweat from her glistening forehead and caught her breath. The journey across the street had become an arduous one for the newfound fatty and trying to tuck her shirt back in had also proved laborious for the heavyweight brat. As she began unwrapping what appeared to be a triple decker burger, Caterina prattled, “Anything new?” “Not really.” Charlie sighed before taking another bite of her pasta. “Nothing much. I made some brownies last night. Stuck them in the break room fridge.” I hummed offhandedly. “Mhh! I’ll have to try some after lunch.” Caterina enthused after gulping down another bite of her burger. I couldn’t remember the last time she’d eaten anything other than fast food for lunch. “Me too!” Charlie happily agreed, jiggling in her seat in her straining pink pantsuit. I’d trained them both so well, I couldn’t help but smile in satisfaction to myself. Even though I hadn’t lost any weight over the past year, I’d actually put on 10 pounds, Charlie had gained about 25 and Caterina had gained no less than 125 pounds. So, by comparison, I actually looked a little thinner when I was sitting next to them. My husband even told me as much. “So, Caterina… How goes the hunt for your elusive secret admirer?” I inquired, knowing full well that Charlie had been the one writing her all those silly raunchy love notes on and off for the majority of the last year. It was a brilliant addition to our sabotage plan; one I wish I’d thought of myself. “The hunt is dead at the moment.” Caterina gossiped, before pausing to enjoy a hearty bite of her big burger. She was already halfway done with eating it. With her mouth full, she continued, “I’m pretty sure he’s one of the married guys around here. Probably why he never has the balls to make a move.” “Better not be trying to steal my Richy.” I joked leaning over the table and playfully tapping Caterina’s chubby arm with a little jab. “Haha, I wish. Your husband’s hot.” Caterina joked in complementary fashion. I couldn’t help but smile. As much as I disliked Caterina, she was growing on me. Especially now that she’d fattened up to the point I knew she wasn’t a threat to my marriage anymore. Charlie couldn’t help laughing at her antics, “Hahaha! Good luck with that, I’ve been trying to steal Richy for years!” “Have you?” I giggled knowing Charlie was just teasing. As the laughing died down, Caterina’s eating continued. Charlie and I both watched the glutton in front of us polish off her triple decker burger, and large fries in record time. Grasping her belly once she was finished, I could tell Caterina was trying to hold in a belch, so I leaned over and gave her a hearty pat on her soft girthy belly. “*Buuuurppp!*” Caterina loudly belched, blushing in response to the sound. “There you go. How was it?” I smiled, leaning back toward my side of the table. “Really good. I’m thirsty though.” Caterina admitted trying to regain her composure. “Why don’t you grab some more coffee, and some brownies while you’re at it?” I suggested innocently. “Great idea. I could use a pick me up.” Caterina nodded, as she struggled to stand up and then waddled away from us toward the break room’s refrigerator. “Look at her go.” I couldn’t resist giggling to Charlie now that Caterina was out of earshot. “I know, she’s really one of us now.” Charlie hummed, as she rotated her hefty body and got a look at the width Caterina’s hips now sported. However, turning back toward me, Charlie said something surprising, “It’s been fun getting back at Caterina, but I’ve gotta admit. I’m starting to feel a little guilty. I mean, we really made her pack on the pounds. She’s almost as fat as I am. I was thinking maybe we could call this whole revenge thing a win and maybe try and move on. I mean, she’s really not so bad anymore, is she? What do you think?” For a moment, I couldn’t hide my disappointment. I always knew Charlie’s resolve was only a fraction of my own, but I didn’t expect her to want to quit now that we had Caterina right where we wanted her, literally eating out of the palm of our hands! Taking a deep breath, I calmed myself and formulated a contingency plan. “I agree, it’s turning into overkill at this point, but…” I paused appealing to Charlie’s ditzy vanity, “don’t you want the satisfaction of knowing Caterina’s fatter than you are???” “I… I guess.” The dumb blonde stammered struggling to make up her mind. “Then let’s keep this going. At least until we fatten the brat up to the point she’s bigger than you are. Agreed?” I proposed, twisting the proverbial knife into my friend’s gullible stomach. It took a few moments for Charlie to mull it over. She was probably thinking that since Caterina was only a few pounds lighter than her at the moment, our revenge sabotage wouldn’t continue that much longer either way. Seemingly pleased with my proposal, Charlie nodded her blissfully ignorant head and muttered sweetly, “Agreed.” I was annoyed Charlotte wanted to show mercy on the fat brat and ease off our sabotage, but since I managed to keep her in line with a new goal, there was now some wiggle room that I could exploit. If we wouldn’t stop until Caterina outweighed Charlie, all I needed to do to ensure Caterina kept growing was to ensure that Charlie kept growing too... Charlotte I knew I was in trouble the moment the restaurant told us they didn’t have any free tables, just a free booth. Maybe a year ago, this wouldn’t have been a problem for me, but now it certainly was. I didn’t want to cause a scene, so I didn’t say anything. I followed Diane and Caterina over to the booth, let them each squeeze in before me. Fitting into the booth was no trouble for Diane, but I could tell it wouldn’t be an easy fit for Caterina. As I tried wedging myself as best I could into the spot next to Diane, Caterina was still struggling to shimmy her own corpulent body into the booth on the opposite side. Seeing me struggle, Caterina commented, “It’s a tight squeeze, isn’t it?” “Sure is.” I agreed, as I tried to suck in by belly as best I could. “Need some help?” She offered giving up momentarily on her own efforts to fit. “Umm… Sure.” I muttered unsure of myself. Waddling two steps over to me, Caterina leaned her considerable weight into me while I tried to suck in my gut yet again. Somehow, with her help, I managed to wiggle just over half of my ass onto the seat before needing to suck in some air. When my belly expanded to its rightful size, I knew I wasn’t going to make it any further. The table was digging into my fat so much that the top part of my belly was literally sticking out onto the table. Like Caterina, over the past year I’d put on an excessive amount of weight, and I couldn’t be more embarrassed about it. I remembered feeling like a fatty at 255lbs, but now, closer to 385lbs, I looked and felt like a blob. Caterina was maybe 10 or 15-pounds above or below my weight, but it was honestly hard for me to tell. Since she didn’t seem able to fit herself into the booth on her own either, my guess that we might be even in weight at the moment. Although, as she struggled, eventually she was able to squeeze herself mostly into the booth on her own. Although, like me, her belly was also spilling out onto the table. Compared to us, Diane looked pretty fit, although I know she weighed closer to 240lbs now. “So what were we thinking? A couple of deep-dish pizza’s? Buffalo wings? A few pitchers of beer?” Diane smiled knowing Caterina and I were too gluttonous to refuse a chance to pig out. “Sounds yummy.” Caterina hummed, as she gazed over the drink menu. “Maybe we should order a house salad too?” I proposed yearning for some greens. “House salad? How about onion rings?” Diane countered, getting Caterina’s attention. “Yes, onion rings for sure!” The Mediterranean meatball blurted obediently. Caterina was a lost cause. She’d fallen under Diane’s spell, just like me. I knew arguing would only land me more food on my plate, so I conceded and consented to our massive food order. Obedience was the only thing Diane respected. Fattening up Caterina for revenge had been my idea, so had ending our efforts, but for Diane, I realized far too late that it was never about getting even for her, it was just an obsession. She wanted every woman in our office obese for the sake of… I don’t know… perhaps control? Either way, it didn’t matter. Having learned Diane’s methods, at some point over this past year I realized she was fattening me up too. At first, I wanted to do something about it, but soon I realized there was nothing I could do. I was never as clever as Diane, and now I was far too fat and weak to resist her bad influence. At this point, like it or not, I was just along for the ride. Once our food arrived at our table, Caterina and I got to eating like the well-trained cow’s we were. Whenever one of our plates was starting to get empty, Diane would slap some more grub on there for us to unconsciously consume. After a while, my throat grew a little numb from swallowing down so much hot pizza, but I didn’t dare slow down. If I let Caterina outpace me, I knew Diane would make me pay for it later. So I continued eating until my stomach began warning me enough was enough. I unbuttoned my trousers, tried to sit up straight, and give myself some room to breathe, but what minimal relief I could find didn’t last long. “Waste not, want not.” Diane ordered, as she lifted a buffalo wing from my plate to my messy lips. “Ugh… I guess one more won’t hurt.” I nearly moaned from the pain I was feeling in my center. “That’s the spirit.” Caterina chimed in, as she delved into the last of the onion rings. When the feast was all said and done, I’d eaten so much I was completely stuck in the booth thanks to my distended belly. I discretely tried to squeeze myself free, but my efforts were in vain and quickly got the attention of Diane and Caterina. “What are you doing Charlie?” Diane asked with a perverse smile on her face, “Are you ready to go? Or what?” “Just a second…” I hummed praying by some miracle that I might just free myself and spare myself the humiliation of having to ask my friends to help free me. I braced my hands against the table's edge and pushed against it, trying to slide myself out of the booth. I pushed as hard as I could, but my efforts produced no results. I was too fat and weak to free myself from the pressure the table was putting against my flesh. In desperation, I tried wiggling, but the flesh of my bulging stomach was still pressing into the table. I heaved against the table a couple more times, but to no avail. Now breathing heavily, sweating lightly, and my face reddening with humiliation, I resorted to asking for help… “Um, sorry, but I'm a little stuck here and could use some help getting out of my seat…” Caterina’s catty response was sadly way too predictable, “I think this is a sign that maybe you should stop eating out so much. Fatty.” “You’re lucky I’m stuck you freaking brat otherwise I’d…” I began to threaten, as Diane silenced me by placing her hand on my stomach. It felt cold and wet. It took me a moment, but I soon realized she was using some ice from her cup of water to essentially grease the edge of the table for me. Without a word, once she was done, I tried to force myself free, Diane provided some help by pushing against my mushy side. After a few grunts of effort my belly slid free and I was able to wobble to my feet and wheeze in some air for the first time since I’d sat down. “Thank god…” I gasped feeling relieved. “You’re welcome.” Diane giggled, as she maneuvered her own bulky body out of the booth now that I wasn’t blocking her in anymore, “Need a ride home Caterina?” “No thanks, I think I’m gonna have some dessert and then try my luck at the bar.” The obese brat replied, as she waved ‘goodbye’ to each of us. As Diane basically started rolling me to her car, I managed to sneak a glance back toward Caterina and smirked once I realized she was having some trouble now squeezing out of the booth herself! Caterina My face turned a deeper shade of red once I realized that like Charlie, two minutes ago, I too had become so fat and out of shape that I’d wedged myself stuck in the booth same as her. Except now, I didn’t have anyone to help me free myself! “This is not happening…” I murmured to myself, as I tried forcing myself free, but my blubber didn’t want to budge an inch, my belly was too big, “This isn’t happening…” But it was happening. In the span of two years since graduating college and landing my first job as a secretary I’d transformed into the very thing I once hated. A helpless fat blob. My family loved teasing me about it every time I traveled home, and so did all my skinny friends from college whenever I ran into any of them. How did it come to this? It seemed like yesterday that my body had been absolutely flawless. Now I couldn’t even convince my ex-boyfriend to pity f*ck me… My value on the dating market was at an all-time low. What was I even thinking trying my luck at the bar? It had been a year since I’d found someone ** enough to have sex with me like they were actually interested… I was probably better off turning tail and engaging in my typical nightly ritual nowadays, fixing myself several scoops of ice cream covered in hot sauce and whipped cream, and then masturbating to my heart’s content once I was well and truly stuffed. However, while I was wallowing in my own self-pity, I suddenly noticed someone standing nearby staring at my fat fleshy body with a puzzled look on her face. She was young, pretty fit looking, probably in college, dressed to impress, and her thick hair was dyed blue. “What are you looking at???” I growled trying to get this onlooker’s eyes off me. “Umm, I dunno, let me think,” She replied, before approaching, sitting down across from me, and giving my helplessly fat body a glance over thoughtfully, before responding in a sassy condescending tone, “Looks like you’re stuck. Am I right?” I didn’t know how to respond to such insolence, eventually not knowing what else to do while this ** stranger ogled my fat tits, I just spat out the truth, “I am…” “How’d you let that happen?” The blue haired girl asked with a satisfied smirk on her face. “I ate too much tonight, okay?” I blushed, unable to escape this girl’s scrutiny. The way she was looking at me made me feel strange. It was like she was eye-f*cking me hardcore. “Just tonight? If I ate too much tonight, I doubt I’d find myself stuck in your situation.” She replied now smiling and biting down on her tongue, as if really trying to restrain herself from saying something else before I responded. “I work a very stressful sedentary job, okay? I’ve put on some weight since I graduated college.” I managed to blurt trying to preserve a single shred of my dignity right now. “Some?” The blue haired girl zeroed in on, “So, you were pretty fat in college, huh?” Flush with rage the moment I heard her spit out that condescending ‘huh’ I tried to wiggle free once again, only to cause myself to start sweating. Forced to say something to vent my irritation with the present embarrassing circumstances, I growled, “I wasn’t fat at all in college!! I was fitter than you are you little twerp!” “Oh wow, so you really must have let yourself go since graduation. When did you graduate? Ten years ago?” The little brat teased playfully, as if trying to rile me up. Her efforts succeeded and I struggled some more to free myself. In my brain, once I got free I was going to strangle this b*tch, but my energy exhausted itself long before I could move myself even an inch closer to freedom. Forced to respond yet again, I growled, “Ugh! Do I look like I’m in my thirties???” “Kinda hard to tell. It’s always hard to tell with really fat girls like you.” She teased yet again, this time really seeming to enjoy the way my plump cheeks were burning red from embarrassment. “I’m 25!” I barked in my defense. “Wow.” The college girl hummed looking impressed. “Wow, what??” I wanted to know. Changing the subject slightly, the blue haired devil sitting in front of me smugly teased, “Don’t you know if you’re too big to fit in a booth, you should probably stop eating out so much?” “Ugh! Why you little!” I gasped. I could see the smug satisfaction in her eyes. She was force-feeding me my own words that I’d used to tease Charlie earlier! How long had this brat been spying on me? And what possible purpose could she have for humiliating me like this?? Did I wrong her in a past life or something?? She wasn’t… flirting with me… was she?? “Hmhm! I’m sorry, just teasing. I heard you say something along those lines to your blonde friend and couldn’t resist dishing it back at you.” The girl giggled, leaning back into the booth and eyeing my stomach once again. “What’s your problem?! Who even are you??” I demanded to know. “The name’s Amber. And my problem? My problem is… I find you insanely attractive, but you’re probably not batting for my team. If you know what I mean.” Amber revealed much to my astonishment. I was being held hostage by a lesbian who apparently had a crush on my swollenly obese fat ass. “You’re kidding.” I muttered not knowing what else to say. “Afraid not. So, am I right?” She inquired hopefully. “You’re right I’m not a lesbian!” I muttered as fast as I could in response. “Shame. I was planning on offering to help you out of your embarrassing predicament in exchange for… well… It doesn’t matter now I guess.” She reasoned, standing up in seductive fashion and taking a step away from the table before adding, “I guess you’ll have to beg a waiter to help you out of that booth. Good luck.” The thought of having to ask the help for… help, was beyond me. In desperation I quickly pleaded, “Wait! I’m not a lesbian, but in college, I did experiment with one of my friends.” “Oh yeah?” Amber echoed, sitting back down and leaning in closer to me, “Did you enjoy experimenting with your friend?” After gulping down my embarrassment and humiliation, I muttered truthfully, “I did.” “Do you think you might enjoy… experimenting with me if I help you out of that booth?” Amber seductively inquired, slowly using her fingers to walk her hand across the table toward my flabby belly. Watching her hand get closer and closer, I felt my heart beating faster. Wiping some sweat from my chubby face I muttered truthfully yet again, “I might.” “You’re not just saying that?” Amber doubted arching her head with some suspicion. “Scouts honor.” I promised, but Amber didn’t seem convinced. “Bullsh*t. Why should I believe you?” She questioned. It took me a moment to respond, because the truth was hard to say, but eventually I managed to slowly spit it out, “It’s been over a year since I’ve slept with someone. I’m desperate okay. If you wanna f*ck me, I’ll take it. I’ll take anything I can get at this point.” Having said that, Amber’s smile erupted from her face and the slender girl quickly slid under the table and popped up next to me on the inside of the booth. The next thing I knew she put her one hand on my blubbery belly, another on my right breast, and started shoving. Feeling her hands sink into my doughy blubber, somehow felt… stimulating. “Oof, you’re a big girl…” Amber noted much to my embarrassment, as her efforts to free me bore no fruit and she quit putting pressure on me for a moment, “We are going to have to try this a different way. Don’t move.” “I… I can’t.” I reminded her a bit astonished by what she just said. The girl must have been more ** than I thought, “I’m stuck. Remember?” “Hahaha! Oh right, sorry! Sorry!” Amber squeaked, as she nimbly lifted her toned legs up from under the table, turned her back against me, and then used her legs against the wall to really start pushing me. The girl’s legs were much stronger than her arms, because immediately I started to hear the table creaking. Then, my blubber started moving. The further Amber’s slender back sank into my cushy side, the further I slowly slid out from the booth until, with a body-wide jiggle, I popped out and fell onto the floor with Amber quickly sliding out of the booth the same instant and landing flat on top of me. “Wow. You’re so squishy!” Amber cheered sneaking a squeeze of my left breast. “Help me up before you feel me up!” I demanded, as Amber did just that. It took a bit of effort to get me back on my feet, but once I was there, I took stock of how I was feeling. I massaged my belly, while Amber watched, it was sore from being crushed against the table like that. “You know, I could massage that for you.” She offered sounding as desperate to touch me as I was for a one-night stand. I could feel her eyes on my thick roll of flesh that spilled out over my too-tight waistband. Her desire was intoxicating for someone like me so long deprived of receiving that kind of sexual interest from someone else. “Maybe we could find somewhere private to do that?” I softly countered acutely aware of how much attention my fall had directed toward me in this restaurant. “Good idea, you lead the way.” Amber agreed, as my plump fingers interlocked with her skinny ones, and we walked out of the establishment hand in hand. Once outside, we staggered into the back of an uber, and sat next to each other like well-behaved young adults until we got dropped off at my apartment. The closer we got to my bedroom, the more palpable the sexual tension became. Once in my bedroom, Amber helped me strip naked before forcefully pushing me into my bed. I’d never had sex with someone who prefered bigger girls, much less a young woman who fancied me specifically for my fat, so the foreplay was completely new to me. Amber left me lying in bed while she raided my pantry. Upon her return I got hand fed, and my belly rubbed at the same time. Never before had I been made to feel rewarded for my gluttonous eating habits. Being fed was actually turning me on. I could have let her keep feeding me and rubbing me forever, but before long we ran out of food. Before I knew what was happening, her hands and mouth were all over me, exploring every inch of my expansive body. She started touching me in places that I couldn’t even reach, it was like my body was her personal playground. She couldn’t keep her hands off my doughy gut, or her mouth off my swollen breasts, but eventually, as she sucked on my tits, one of her hands moved south and started rubbing my clit. Feeling her hands slip under my rolls and folds… slowly massaging me just right had me so turned on. I was getting close to climaxing, just from her touching me, but before I could, she paused and made an odd request. “Could you make piggy noises while I go down on you?” I wanted to refuse her humiliating request, but I was too desperate for her to continue ravishing my body, so swallowing my pride, instead of answering with a ‘yes’ or ‘no’ I just snorted like a pig. As I continued degrading myself for her amusement, Amber went down on me and, let me tell you, she knew how to get me off faster and harder than any guy ever has. Even Tory. Winded after it was all said and done, I lay exhausted in my bed, too heavy, swollen, and tired to move anymore. Then Amber rose to her feet, her body glistening and naked, just as flawless as my own body had once been before I’d beefed up to my current unrecognizable state. Gazing upon me with lust, her fingers began pleasuring herself as I watched her literally get off to my shear fatness. It didn’t take her long to get close. I even threw in a few more pig noises to help her get over the edge. When it was all said and done, Amber cuddled up to me in bed tightly squeezing my fat belly. “So, you really… find my fat… sexy?” I asked, still a little out of breath from my climax earlier. “So sexy.” Amber promised me, as she planted a warm kiss tenderly upon my chubby cheek and for the first time in a long time, I went to bed with a newfound hope for my future romantic endeavors. Diane Sitting in the break room for lunch as usual, I had to admit, as much as I had enjoyed watching Caterina and Charlotte blimp up over the last three years, my expert sabotage was starting to make me unacceptably fat as a consequence. It turns out hanging out with two obese fatties who are always stuffing their faces isn’t good for one’s waistline. I stepped on the scale last week and saw a number that I have never seen before: 302 pounds. I wasn’t happy with that number, and neither was my husband. Now, I was still 200 pounds slimmer than either Caterina or Charlotte, but that didn’t make a whole heck of a lot of difference to me anymore. Sure, I was skinny by comparison, but rolling myself out of bed in the morning was becoming increasingly more difficult for me. I needed to lose some weight. So, when Caterina heaved herself up to grab some coffee from the fridge, I informed Charlie: “I’m thinking of going on a diet.” Charlotte Hearing Diane express that, a little devil on my obese shoulder gave me a great idea. “I’ll help you lose weight!” I announced. I wanted to tell her that she was only a few gym visits away from perfection, but I didn’t want to tip her off to what I was planning. “Would you? That would mean the world to me!” Diane replied, while I imagined Diane’s plump body fattening up all over just like she’d done to Caterina and me. “Anything for you Diane.” I smiled back, as I began to ponder ways to sabotage her into blowing up into a 500-pound blimp just like the rest of us. She thought she’d broken me, but I’d show her. I knew it… I’d get my revenge if it was the last thing I ever did. Looking over at the walking talking Mediterranean dough girl, bending over into the fridge, I knew I had one potential ally to help me. I couldn’t help feeling for what I’d help do to the poor girl. Like me, she was the butt of everyone’s jokes in the office nowadays. Our handsome new boss especially loved to tear her a new one in front of everybody. Even now, I could see him walking up behind her and yell, “Go on keep it up and you’ll end up heavier than the fridge Caterina!” Caterina Smiling in response to Harvey’s teasing, I wiggled my mammoth ass for him to enjoy and then waddled my way back toward my friend’s lunch table, doing my best to conceal how horny he was making me feel. There’s a policy against hooking up with our bosses, but he invited me over for drinks one night shortly after he replaced the old guy and he f*cked my obese ass all night on his couch. The sex wasn’t even the hottest part. It was keeping the secret. At work now, he took any excuse he got to tease me in front of our coworkers… and the sexual tension just escalated each and every day until he f*cked me again. I never thought my life would go the way it has, but finally, I’m getting a taste of what I’ve always wanted. The End

Ever since he was a young boy, Evan was fascinated by plump women. He admired the way their hips swayed, their laboured breaths when climbing stairs and the cosy hugs they gave. Evan himself found it difficult to gain weight however. He had plateaued around 10 and half stone. Yet he dreamed of a future wife who would be soft, chubby, and round. He wanted someone who could make a great roast, and someone who would sit down with him to watch old movies on a rainy afternoon. At college, Evan got into film and started to explore his sexuality. He learned that he loved the sight of fat women in vintage clothes. He started to read fat acceptance blogs and joined the BBW (Big Beautiful Women) community online. On Tumblr, he met people with similar interests. Many were men like him, and some were even trans women. He made friends, and even his first online romance, with a woman named Mina. She had a beautiful curvy figure, and her favourite hobby was taking photos of herself at the beach. Mina loved her body. She enjoyed showing off her soft tummy, her flabby breasts, and her plump thighs. Mina told Evan that she would love him regardless of his weight. He would have no trouble finding a partner, she said. Evan's mother wasn't so convinced. "When are you going to find a wife?" She asked her son one evening. "I'm happy," Evan replied. "Yes, but it's not healthy. You need to look after yourself. When was the last time you cooked a proper meal?" "I cook and I eat, but I just find it hard to gain weight. Is this so bad?" His mother shook her head. "Just get a job and get on with your life. Don't think about this silly stuff anymore." That night, Evan lay in bed and looked at pictures of Mina on his phone. He wanted her. He wanted someone like her. But the chances of meeting someone as amazing were slim. After finishing his college course, Evan took up a job as an editor at a small publishing house. His boss was a stern man, but his colleagues were friendly. He worked hard, and eventually earned the title of Senior Editor. During his lunch break, Evan would walk down the street to a local park. It was a pretty place with trees and flowers. There was a path which wound its way through the greenery. On his way home, he would stop and eat his lunch on a bench next to the path. It was lucky that he only spent mornings at the office. Covid rules had changed a lot about the way people worked now and Evan was glad to sate his appetite before he got home to his apartment. He had moved out of his parents home and although he was lonely, he still had Mina to fantasise over. One day, as he was eating, a young woman approached him. She had a large black bag over her shoulder. "Excuse me," she said. "What's wrong?" The woman pointed at Evan's sandwich. "You've got a crumb on your shirt." Evan looked down and sure enough there was a little speck of bread on his lapel. "Thanks," he smiled. The woman smiled back. "Do you mind if I sit here?" "Sure." Evan shifted to the right. The woman sat down next to him. "I'm Sarah," she said. "Hi, I'm Evan. Sarah had shoulder-length dark brown hair and hazel eyes. She was wearing a pair of red framed glasses and had a mole under her left eye. Her cheeks were full, and she had the faintest doubling of her chin that you might miss were you not looking for it. "How are you doing?" She asked. "I'm alright. And you?" "Yeah, good thanks." "So, what brings you to the park?" Sarah adjusted her glasses. "I was just getting some fresh air. I often see you here during the day and you seem interesting, what do you do for work and what do you do for pleasure?" She paused for a moment "And what do you look for in a woman?" "Oh," Evan laughed nervously. "I'm a senior editor at a publishing company, I like to read and write, and I enjoy going to the cinema." He took a breath, "As for what I look for in a woman..." She opened her bag and took out a compact mirror. She fixed her lipstick, a deep red. "I look for intelligence, passion, and a kind heart. And, well... Someone who isn't afraid to enjoy food and the finer things in life." She played with her hair. "I have a passion about food and fine men, I like to cook and share my food, would you like to try some of what I have in my bag?" Evan looked over at the bag and then back at Sarah. "I'm not too hungry. Maybe another time." She gave him a coy smile. "Suit yourself." She then pulled out the biggest burger Evan had ever seen. "Oh," she said with her mouth full. "I can't remember the last time I was this hungry." Evan watched as Sarah took bite after bite, her cheeks getting fuller. "What do you look for in a man?" Evan said before he could catch himself. Sarah paused. Her mouth was full though. She thought quickly and pulled out a notebook, a pencil and started writing. She wrote a message to him while she finished her mouthful, but instead of speaking she quickly took another bite. She was a messy eater. Evan waited for her to finish chewing and swallow. "I'll give you my number." Sarah said and scribbled a note on a piece of paper and handed it to him. He looked down at it and read the words: I look for intelligence, a love of food, and a strong heart. If you have these, then I'll give you mine. Evan looked up at her. She was a vision of beauty to him while she ate and his appetite stirred. "I'll call you tonight." "Good," she smiled. "It was nice talking to you. Bye for now." She walked away from him, her hips swaying gently as she went. Evan was smitten. Evan arrived home that evening and immediately called Sarah. They spoke for hours. She told him all about herself and her love for food. "I've never met a woman like you," Evan said. "When can we meet up again. I can't stand to have you in my dreams instead of my arms." She was leaving the city for a month so she decided to broker a deal, if he could gain a stone, she would stay with him but they could only either cook food for each other and have it delivered or eat at a restaurant payed for in advance by the other party. She sent him a list of ingredients and said she would have them delivered and cook dinner. Over the course of a month, Evan gained almost two stone. His face and belly were much fuller, and his arms were a little thicker. He had also become very fond of his newfound appetite. He loved the way his stomach felt full and heavy. The morning of the day they were due to meet, Evan received a text from Sarah. "Can't wait to meet you tonight. See you at eight." Evan smiled. He couldn't wait either. When he arrived, he was greeted by Sarah. She was dressed in a smart black dress. Her hair was tied back. She was holding a large box. "Good evening." "Hello, Sarah." "Shall we go inside?" "Of course." They went into the restaurant. It was a posh place with lots of white tablecloths and silverware. "I've got something for you," Sarah said. She handed him the box. "What's this?" "Open it and see." He opened the box. Inside was a beautiful cake. "It's a gift," she smiled. "I want you to enjoy it." He thanked her and sat down. They ordered their food. Evan had a steak and potatoes. Sarah had a large chicken salad. After they finished their meal, Sarah turned to Evan. "Do you want to take a walk?" "I'd love to." "Come on." They left the restaurant. They strolled along the sidewalk, hand in hand. "So, how have you been?" "Good. You?" "I've been well. I'm glad you called. It's nice to have someone to talk to." "Same." "And what about your weight? How has it been going?" "I've actually gained a few pounds since we last spoke." "That's good. You look wonderful." Evan smiled. "Thanks. I've been feeling a lot better. I feel like I can actually eat again." "That's great. Keep it up." They walked in silence for a while. "Are you seeing anyone else?" Sarah asked. "No. Just you." "Oh. Well, I'm glad." She paused. "What about you?" "No, I'm not seeing anyone. I'm just focused on my work." "That's good. Are you enjoying yourself?" "Yeah. It's been a nice evening. I'm glad you called." "Me too." "So, what have you been up to?" "Not much. I've been working hard. I've got a deadline coming up." "Oh, that's exciting." "Yeah. I'm trying to get a promotion. It's a bit stressful." "Well, good luck." "Thanks. I appreciate it." They walked for a while longer. "This is a nice neighbourhood." "Yes, it is." "I used to live here, when I was a child." "Really?" "Yeah. We lived in a house just around the corner." "Oh, that's cool." "Yeah. We were happy. It's a nice place to grow up." "Yes, it is." Evan was suddenly reminded of the fact that his father had passed away recently. He didn't like talking about it. "Are you alright?" Sarah asked. "Yes. Just remembering." "I understand. I'm sorry." "Thank you. I'm okay." "If you want to talk about it, I'm here for you." "Thanks. I appreciate that." "Okay, I'll let you go. Enjoy your walk." "Alright. Take care." "Bye." Evan felt a hole in his belly that needed love and affection. "Don't go," he pleaded. "I don't want you to go either, Sarah said. But I need to get home. I have an early meeting tomorrow. Do you want to have breakfast together tomorrow morning?" "I would love that," Evan said. Sarah gave him a kiss on the cheek and walked away. Evan was delighted. That night Evan dreamed that he was eating. He was at a buffet. There were dozens of platters filled with different kinds of food. He began eating as much as he could. He filled his stomach. But he still kept eating. His clothes began to rip. He was sweating profusely. He felt like he would explode. Suddenly, he woke up in a cold sweat. He had to see Sarah. He called her on the phone. "Look I know it's late but, I really need to see you, can you come over." Sarah arrived a short while later and Evan explained the dream he had and how hungry it made him. Sarah smiled and reached into her bag and produced a small box. It was unusual that she ate so much and gained so little. But that was about to change. She opened the box and revealed it to be full of cookies, cream cakes, and cupcakes. "You said you wanted to eat, so let's eat." Evan smiled. "Thank you Sarah." They enjoyed the sweet treats until they were stuffed. Evan could hardly move. "Sarah you're so sexy, he said." "So are you, Sarah replied." "Kiss me please." Sarah kissed him passionately and rubbed his belly. Evan felt her large soft breasts pressed against his belly and moaned. "Take me to bed," Sarah whispered. "As you wish." Evan carried Sarah into his bedroom. They kissed some more and fell onto the bed. Sarah unbuttoned Evan's shirt. He ran his hands over her body. He couldn't get enough of her curves. "Oh Evan," she moaned. He kissed her neck. Sarah undid Evan's pants and pulled them down. Evan removed his boxers. They were both completely naked. "Make love to me Evan." Evan entered Sarah slowly. She moaned and arched her back. They made love for what seemed like hours. Evan felt like he was on top of the world. "I love you Sarah," Evan moaned. "I love you too, Sarah said." Afterwards they lay next to each other. Sarah cuddled up to Evan's round body. "Thank you for eating the food," Sarah said. "Thank you for sharing it with me," Evan replied. "Let's get some rest," Sarah said. "Goodnight love." "Goodnight my sweet." Evan drifted off to sleep. A year later, they moved into a lovely town house together and Evan had gained almost 3 stone. They enjoyed cooking for each other, having it delivered or going to restaurants paid for in advance by either party. Evan loved the full feeling in his belly and Sarah loved the chubby bear in her life. Life was sweet and they were very happy. Evan could tell from the moment they first met, that Sarah was the perfect woman for him. "So," he had asked her on their wedding day. "Do you like my chub?" "I think you are handsome and cuddly," she had smiled, squeezing his love handles with a hand each. "I adore your fat body and I think that all those other girls who don't want to date big boys are losers. I have to admit, I thought you were a little skinny when we first met," she had confided, before kissing him and heading out into the sunshine with him to join the line of guests. The truth was, Sarah was a fat acceptance and celebration influencer and there were those who liked her philosophy, those who followed it, and those who didn't, but she was just having a ball. In addition to helping Evan embrace his shape, Sarah also encouraged the ladies at the college, some of whom she'd helped when she was in the running for the top job, to share their bodies, enjoy their food, and show off. As the year progressed, Sarah grew thicker and plumper and also gained more influence. When she became president, she brought along a couple of the plus-sized gals and helped them fill out. One of the big things she and Evan agreed upon was, he wouldn't use his old bed at the apartment. They shared hers which they'd chosen especially, and with that decision, there were a couple of drawbacks to consider. Sarah had a harder time rolling around when the weather got colder and moving about became more and more tiring. Evan had bought her a personal electric vehicle, a big-sized one, so that she could still do the necessary and be a useful part of the staff meetings. However, the days came when Evan would come in with Sarah, and they would enjoy the cookies and desserts with the team who'd gathered for an end of term review, and watch some films or bingewatch the TV. Evan would sit, with Sarah sprawled beside him, often leaning against his soft body while the others played. The staff members had mixed reactions to their romance, and also Sarah's expansion, but as Sarah had told them, the college is there for every person to have whatever body type they are most comfortable being, so long as their weight, or weight gain, or loss, doesn't impact the safety of other students and their experience. There was always a crowd there during lunch times, and at breaks and Sarah and Evan enjoyed serving up sweet things to fill their classmates' bellies and celebrate with them. In the evenings, they would usually retire to their own quarters and Evan would indulge his new and blossoming appreciation for a little fat girl. He enjoyed the sounds and sights of the meals she'd shared, the snacks, the beverages and the fatty sauces, the dressing of the salad that was never too healthy because it was usually covered in fried chicken pieces, bacon and thick gravy, and the cakes and pies and cookies and cream desserts. Evan loved the feel of her body, and the sounds she made. As she got larger and her appetite grew, so too did Evan's desire and enjoyment of her body and his own. Sarah was the perfect woman for him. One evening, after the last college feast before the summer, they lay together in their bed, her legs splayed wide and Evan buried between them. He'd found a little pocket of fat just above her clit, and was licking and sucking on it with joy. As she neared her orgasm, Sarah moaned, and then gasped for air, her breath coming in short gasps. She gripped the bed covers as her body shuddered and spasmed and then she was lying still, spent. Evan emerged, his face shiny with her juices and moved up her body. His eyes were dark and full of desire. He kissed her deeply, and then positioned himself between her legs. "Are you ready?" He asked. "Yes." Evan entered her slowly. She was still wet and warm from her orgasm. He began to move inside her. They both moaned. It was an exquisite feeling. Evan was moving slowly, enjoying every sensation. He was in no hurry to finish. He wanted to savour the moment.*** "You're so beautiful," he whispered. Sarah smiled and placed her hands on his hips. "You're amazing," she whispered back. Evan's thrusts became more urgent. "I love you Sarah," he groaned. "I love you too Evan." They continued to make love until they both reached climax. Evan collapsed on top of Sarah. Their bodies were slick with sweat. "That was incredible," Evan said. "It sure was." Evan rolled off Sarah and lay on his back. Sarah cuddled up to Evan and rested her head on his chest. "We should do this more often." "Definitely," Evan said. "So, what do you say we take a break from work and go on a vacation?" "Sounds good to me," Evan said. "Where would you like to go?" "Hmm, let's see..." They began planning their trip. It would be the first time they'd ever been away together. As they discussed where to go and what to do, Evan couldn't help but think about how much he loved Sarah. She was the best thing that had ever happened to him. And he couldn't wait to spend the rest of his life with her. Evan looked over at Sarah and smiled. She was everything he could have ever wished for. "What are you thinking about?" Sarah asked. "I'm just thinking about how lucky I am to have you," Evan said. Sarah smiled. She knew exactly how he felt. Evan was the best thing that had ever happened to her too. And she couldn't wait to spend the rest of her life with him. The End. Epilogue When Evan returned from his vacation, he went back to work. He'd had a wonderful time with Sarah and they'd decided to take a longer break in a couple of months. While he was away, Sarah had been busy. She'd taken a promotion and had started to use her influence to help other girls who were struggling with their weight gain. She'd also gained another 2 stones. When Evan arrived back at work, he was shocked by what he saw. Sarah was now even larger than before. She was almost 30 stone. Her hips and thighs were huge and her belly was hanging down over her legs. Her breasts were enormous and her arms were flabby and jiggly. Evan couldn't believe it. He'd never seen anyone so fat before. "Sarah, are you okay?" He asked. "Yes, I'm fine," Sarah replied. "I'm just enjoying my newfound freedom." She was dressed in a tight-fitting dress that showed off her curves. "You look amazing," Evan said. "Thank you," Sarah said. "I feel amazing." Evan couldn't take his eyes off her. He was so turned on by her size and he wanted nothing more than to fuck her. Sarah noticed Evan's gaze and smiled. "Why don't you come over here and give me a kiss?" She said. Evan walked over to Sarah and kissed her. He could feel his erection growing. "Let's go to my office," Sarah said. They went into her office and closed the door behind them. Sarah sat down on her chair and Evan stood in front of her. "Take off your clothes," Sarah said. Evan undressed and then stood there naked. His cock was hard and throbbing. "Come here," Sarah said. Evan walked over to Sarah and she grabbed his cock. "Sit on my lap," she said. Evan sat on her lap and she began stroking his cock. "You're so big," she said. "I want to fuck you," Evan said. "Then do it," Sarah said. Evan stood up and positioned himself between her legs. He inserted his cock into her pussy and began thrusting. Sarah moaned. "Oh yes," she said. Evan fucked her hard and fast. "Oh god, yes," she said. Evan was close to cumming. "I'm going to cum," he said. "Me too," Sarah said. Evan came inside her. Sarah orgasmed. Evan collapsed on top of her. They were both panting. "That was amazing," Sarah said. "It sure was," Evan said. They lay there for a while, enjoying the afterglow. "I love you so much," Evan said. "I love you too," Sarah said. They kissed and then got up from the chair. "I better get back to work," Evan said. "I'll see you later," Sarah said. Evan went back to his desk and Sarah returned to her paperwork. As Sarah settled back into her new role, she found that she loved her newfound freedom. She was no longer restricted by her past concerns about her body. She was free to eat whatever she wanted and gain as much weight as she wanted. And she was loving every minute of it. Sarah continued to gain weight. She became even larger than she had been before. Her body was huge and heavy. She had difficulty moving around and her breathing was laboured. But she didn't care. She was happy. She loved her new life. She was free to do whatever she wanted and she was enjoying every minute of it. She was living her dream. Evan couldn't be happier for her. He loved her more than ever. He was proud of her and he supported her in everything she did. They were a perfect couple.