Chapter 5 - the fifo 5

One day, Jared joked to Ericka that he had finally gained the FIFO 5. She laughed it off, then looked down at his little belly. Just knowing that her eyes were on his little gut sent shivers down his spine. It was a mix of intense pleasure and intense shame. Little did he know, that when Ericka looked over at it, she felt a mix of pity for him but also excitement, knowing she had something to do with it. They both immediately felt embarrassed for their physiological reactions, but neither told the other.

"Well," Ericka said, "it looks fine. You're tall and muscular, so you could honestly even gain more and no one would notice."

Just the thought of Jared gaining more made both of them excited.

"I'll go grab some ice cream. Because ice cream doesn't go to the belly, it goes to the soul." She fluttered away, then came back with a giant cone for Jared and a very small one for herself. Jared knew he shouldn't accept it, but he couldn't say no to Ericka.

"You know what," she said, "you may as well use the FIFO 5 as an excuse to eat whatever you want. It's all free food here anyways. You have nothing to lose."

Nothing to lose. What a loaded phrase. Sure, he wouldn't lose any money. But he definitely had some weight to lose. But if Ericka, basically a model, didn't care about his FIFO 5, then why SHOULD he care about his little pudge? He could still fit into all of his clothes, and he didn't really have anyone to impress, so why not loosen up, just a bit?

The more Jared thought about it, the more excited he was to eat more. He had always restricted himself to keep his physique, so why not let go a little while he had the excuse? He could always lose it, like it had never happened. Something changed after Ericka had suggested he could gain some more weight and no one would care. He kinda actually wanted to, but for some reason, he wanted Ericka to do it TO him.

Luckily for him, Ericka had the same inner conflict, but reverse. Why did it feel so good to encourage a coworker to gain weight? Why did she feel so powerful knowing he'd eat anything she put in front of him? Why did she like his extra pudge? She had never felt these feelings before, but she couldn't get it out of her head. It felt so so wrong, but she felt like a little temptress. So she wanted to explore that a bit, within reason of course. It's not like she'd stuff food down his throat, right? It would be his own decision, she'd just make the suggestions. That makes it ok, right? She couldn't stop imagining Jared getting fatter, and for some reason it was turning her on.

Jared finished his ice cream, and Ericka finished half of hers when it was time to go back. As he got up, she noticed the smallest little love handles forming. They were so cute and plump. It was so adorable she could barely contain herself. Just weeks ago, he was so lean you couldn't see anything through his clothes. But this tiny hint of extra fat was all of her little suggestions and unfinished food sticking to his midsection.

The next few days, Ericka started adding more and more to Jared's plates. It just became an expected thing. "Ooh look, this smells amazing! Why don't you try some?" Everything that Ericka couldn't have, she added to Jared's plate. And sometimes, if she couldn't fit it all into one plate, she'd send him over to the table and load up another one for him. It was so natural, it was like Ericka was suddenly in charge of Jared's dinner, and all he had to do was sit and eat. Now that they were in the habit of Ericka getting the food and Jared sitting at the table, it wasn't uncommon for her to dance away from the table and twirl back with some dessert for Jared.

Ericka had a very energetic personality, which had matched Jared's quite well. But now that he was always a bit full and bloated, he was a bit slower. This only fueled Ericka's energy more, because now she got to use her energy to feed Jared, which made her excited and happy, which made her more energetic and playful. She had gotten a bit flirtier, but not in an overly sexual way. Just a little less inhibited and a bit more comfortable. Like looking Jared up and down with a cute little grin, eyes lingering on his midsection a little longer than necessary. Or giving him a playful poke when he was full, giving a fleeting tease about his cute belly.

Jared didn't know how to feel, but inside he loved it. Even though his gut was starting to spill over the waistband of his pants and his belly was obvious through his uniform, it almost motivated him more to eat whatever Ericka put in front of him. He didn't want to disappoint her if he didn't finish, so she always ate everything down to the last bite.

Jared thought this wouldn't be a problem because he'd just work out harder to burn it all off. But the more he ate, the less he wanted to work out. He was a bit more out of shape, so he didn't want his coworkers to see him struggle. So he started skipping days. And it started to become more days off than on.