Chapter 3 - Groundwork (2012-13)

When we started dating we were both living in student apartments. We couldn't spend the night together but we always managed to find a place and a moment to be intimate. But even being at her thinnest, Rachel was extremely ashamed of her belly and she was always trying to hide it, even during sex.

Apart from the physical part of the relationship, we spent lots of nights going out for dinner or to the cinema. At first, she wasn't very keen on having something to eat other than a salad but after a few weeks she regained her appetite for food and even if she wasn't able to eat as much as I did, she was definitely trying to keep up.

Most of the time we spent together, we were eating. I always found a good excuse to bring something to eat and even if at first she was politely rejecting it, with time she was beginning to ask for more.

We were students so money was always an issue. That means that we were constantly eating at McDonalds, KFC or Subway. Having a milkshake or a kebab. I started ordering small meals but progressively increasing the size up to the largest ones.

She never realised I was trying to fat her up on purpose, she was just enjoying herself. Now that she wasn't afraid of eating anymore, she was enjoying with me all those fattening foods that her fatphobic family would have never allow at home, and boy, she was having a blast.

Needless to say, as soon as I found out that she wasn't having any breakfast, I invited her to have breakfast with me every morning. So before class we would meet and have a couple of doughnuts or bread with Nutella, sometimes even bacon and eggs.

Life was good and obviously the weight was starting to come back. At first I realised she was going back to her old clothes, but I wasn't really aware of the amount of weight she was gaining.

One day, about six months into the relationship, we went to my apartment as usual. We were making out when I took her t-shirt off revealing lots of small stretch marks on the upper half of her belly. Bright red and quite thick and long, going from beneath her boobs to her belly button, I was speechless beholding such beauty.
When Rachel realised I was staring at her belly, she covered herself up really ashamed. It took me nearly half an hour to convince her that I wasn't staring because I was upset with her weight but quite the opposite, that I loved her curves and that I found her belly really sexy.
Only then, she relaxed and uncovered herself again.
I was mesmerized with her figure and I could fully appreciate the new inches added to her waist, her ass, and of course, her belly while caressing every curve.

Afterwards, embraced in the postcoital blissfulness, she told me what it was already very obvious to me, that she had gained quite a bit of weight, 27 pounds to be exact.