chapter 3

It was strange to be in a relationship with Steve. He liked the way my body looked. I used to always feel so insecure, like I needed to cover up.

But he'd always tell me to eat. I was glad I didn't have to worry about being unattractive. I always hated being fat. But now, I looked at myself in a whole new way.

Steve had even been trying to get me to gain. I was even heavily considering it. I would love to get bigger as long as Steve liked it, to keep him happy.

He had been spending more and more time at my place. He still lived at home. He didn't have the money to move out, but he had been saving up.

"Steve, why don't you just move in with me?" I was on my side in the bed facing him.

"We've only been dating three months."

"So? I know you don't want to stay at home forever."

"I don't know." I really wanted him to move in with me. I wanted to wake up next to him every day. I wanted to eat my meals with him. I wanted him all the time.

"C'mon! I would love if you moved in. I could even, maybe, eat a little more, gain some weight..."

"Okay," he said excitedly. "Sold." He was beaming at me.

It was settled. He moved in the following week. That was when my gaining actively took off. He was always cooking. He would bring plates of food to share with me. Unintentionally, I think, he began matching me plate for plate.

I soon noticed his abs were gone. He had a nice small roll that would hang over his tight pants. His chest began to lose its muscle. His thighs were getting thick and his ass was getting softer and even rounder. I noticed his clothes were getting harder to deal with and he burst the back out of his favorite jeans.

"Has being around me ruined your body?" I asked jokingly with a playful swat on the rear. I found his thickening body almost as exciting as mine.

"Huh? What...what do you mean?" He shimmied out of the burst pants and I saw his cute ass in a tight pair of red bikini briefs. His thighs were looking soft as they rubbed together.

His face was red from the effort of removing the pants and his embarrassment at the question. "You've gotten kind of hefty the six months you've been living here." I didn't want him to be upset. I did not think his gain was a problem. "How much have you gained?"

"Thirty-six pounds," he said with a frown. "Okay. Are you happy now?" I was 260, so that meant he was around 226 pounds.

"You'll get bigger than me as fast as you're gaining." My penis was rock hard and I wanted to suck on his growing tits and work that juicy butt with my tongue. He was sexy no matter what he looked like.

"Would you hate that? Do you only like skinny guys? Is that what you're trying to tell me?" I laughed. What a goofball.

"No. I want you to get bigger than me. Sex has been better than ever. You've gotten even sexier." He was afraid I wouldn't like his body? I mean c'mon, I was as big as a house. Wouldn't want to be the pot calling the kettle black. "I want you to keep getting fat."

"Oh." I could sense that this was incredibly new to him. Sure, he liked big boys, but being a big boy was a completely different thing. Hopefully he'd find it erotic. Hopefully he'd really get into it. I just wanted him to be happy.

"Okay," I replied. I went over to him and kissed him. I felt his new rolls and realized I really did want him to be bigger than me. It was such a rush seeing such a fit guy getting so out of shape.

I had always been fat so this was so different. I suggested we order a couple of pizzas and he agreed with one of his bright smiles. Maybe things would be all right.