Chapter 1 - the question

"Are you gonna get me fat?"

That was the question that started it all. The most beautiful girl in the world asked me that question. I had been in a relationship with her for almost 6 months now, and in that time her figure had undergone a few small changes.
Erin was about 5 feet tall, and started at about 130 pounds. She had always had some squish to her, bubble butt, squishy tummy, thick thighs, the usual slightly chubby. But since we started dating she had changed, not a lot, but enough for me to notice. She had plumped up to 145 since we were together, and as far as I was concerned it went to all the right places. Her thighs had gotten pudgier, she was a double cheese burger away from waddling. She also started wearing looser shirts because her belly stuck out in tank tops and other tight fitting clothes, but that's still not the best part. Her ass was huge. It was the center piece of her figure, and was probably the most beautiful thing I'd ever seen in my life.
That brings me back to the question. "Are you gonna make me fat?" She said. "Cuz I swear if you make one more home made pizza, lasagna, or cake I'm gonna pop."
Did I mention I'm a professional chef? I feel like I forgot to mention that I'm a professional chef. Well anyway, I cook a full feast for dinner every night, and I have every day since Erin moved in with me last month. The only reason she hadn't blimped out yet is because she works out 3 times a day. I figured that that would be a good reason that she wouldn't get fat. "Of course not sweetie.", I said. "You never stop doing push ups, how could you gain an ounce?"
"But you cook so much, I feel like your feeding me constantly." She complained, "I'm gonna get so fat if we keep this up."
"You won't get fat, your extremely active and in amazing shape." I said as I smacked her soft ass. "Don't worry about it, ok?
"Ok, if you insist." Were the last words she said before she inhaled 1/2 a pan of lasagna.
That's part of why I like Erin so much. Iv been with other girls, and I've tried to fatten them up with varying levels of success, but Erin is different. I don't have to feed her extra, I don't have to subtly talk her out of working out, she just likes to eat. Most people stop eating when they're full, but if you put food in front of her she will eat it. She just has this reflex to stuff herself until she literally can't fit in another bite. God I love her.