Chapter 3

Things returned to normal not long after that though as we continued our day. She had gotten over her initial shock and even joked about it, poking my bloated belly and asking how I enjoyed it. Blushing, I responded that I really enjoyed the meal, but to be prepared because I would probably eat more before the end of the day. She laughed; saying that there was no way anyone could eat that much and still eat so soon after. She soon came to realize just what it meant to date a glutton. After our meal we went to the movies (where I ordered a large popcorn, drink, and 2 boxes of candy), and a Starbucks (where I ordered a venti caramel frappucino and a pretzel). Towards evening we went to a fast food place for a cheap and enjoyable meal, where I gorged on several orders of fast food.

At the end of our date Rachel dropped me off at my place and as we started to say our goodbyes I asked her again about what she thought about me and my addiction to food. Rachel looked me over. My stomach was bloated, laying heavily on my lap, and poked out almost a full inch from under my shirt. She placed a hand onto my belly and felt around it. While still looking at my belly, she told me how it wasn’t that bad, and I could have worse addictions like smoking or excessive drinking, and that I was definitely a good enough guy that a little quirk like this wasn’t enough to put her off. She even told me that so long as she was around that she wouldn’t ever admonish me for my appetite and I could relax and eat what I want with her.

Our relationship continued much the same after that, and we went on dates at least twice and sometimes 3 times a week. After the 3rd month our relationship became quite physical and some changes in our behavior began to appear. I became bolder in my displays of gluttony in public, and even started asking Rachel for help in getting me more plates of food even after I had glutted myself at the buffet. I would walk arm-in-arm with Rachel in public while I chowed down on various foods. Some days when we simply spent time at each other’s place, Rachel or I would buy tons of junk food and we would laze about throughout the days watching movies and eating. I had taken Rachel’s advice and did not hold back in our relationship when it came to food. Of course, by succumbing to my desires for food my body steadily began to show the results. I would wear my clothes until they simply could not button or got worn out, which resulted in more than a few public dates with my expansion being quite obvious on my body.

Rachel had started to change a bit in her behavior too. After we started getting more physical she started to show more public affection to my body by patting or rubbing my belly, spanking me on the butt playfully, and even hugging me randomly and feeling my body up. Another thing that Rachel started to do was bring me lots of junk food just for me over to my place, even when I didn’t ask her to. There had even been a few times when she started to encourage me to eat just a bit more when I hadn’t finished a plate and was well past stuffed. On Valentines Day, she spent the whole day practically waiting on me and making sure that I had plenty of food within arms reach and let me laze about. It looked like a mini mountain of junk food wrappers and containers had formed by the end of the day. Eventually, even when I wasn’t looking at her face I could swear that I could tell that she was smiling as she watched me glut myself again and again.

6 months had come and gone since Rachel and I first met, and now I sat on my bed realizing just how big I was getting. I, her boyfriend, was a gluttonous pig steadily growing into morbid obesity with no signs of slowing down any time soon. She would be at my house any minute and here I sat bloated and looking like a fat blob. For the first time in a long time I was genuinely worried about how big I was getting. While Rachel had been supportive and even intrigued about my gluttony, I started to doubt that she actually liked that her boyfriend was slowly turning into a super-sized dough boy. She might even had been affectionate to me lately simply out of the kindness of her heart and not because of any real physical attraction. As the seeds of doubt and worry began to take root in my mind I heard a knock at the door outside, and the call of my girlfriend asking me to open the door.