Chapter 2

“Big picture?”

“Sure,” she said, “a more, well... a more comprehensive transformation. See, I knew you might be perfect for me, but not just because you’re interested in feeding. There’s something else about you that really got my attention.”

“My brilliant conversation skills?” I asked.

She smirked. “Yeah, that. No, sweetie... you’re lazy!”

“I am?” I mean, I knew I was, but I thought it was a strange thing to point out.

“Do you know how out of shape you are?” she asked.

I shrugged. “A little bit.” She had asked me before how often I got exercise. I had admitted that it had been a long time. I used to exercise pretty regularly. I used to bicycle some and I went for walks almost every day, but I had fallen out of the habit over a year ago. I think one of the reasons I stopped exercising was because I wanted to tempt weight gain without committing to it totally. I only gained a few pounds as a result, but by then I’d grown used to being lazy and lacked the motivation to do anything about it. I kept putting it off until later. I supposed I had gotten fairly out of shape since then. It wasn’t something I noticed unless I had to do something physically strenuous, which, honestly, I avoided when I could.

“More than a little. Remember when we went up that hill the park?” she asked, referring to the first time we met in person. We’d gone walking along a park path that lead up a pretty steep hill. “You were so out of breath when we got to the top. I could almost hear your heart pounding! I knew you wanted to stop to catch your breath, but I didn’t let you, did I?”

“No, you didn’t,” I said, remembering.

“No one your size should have put that much effort into walking up a little hill,” she said. “You’re a little plump, but you’re not that big. That means you’re really out of shape, dear. You’ve been letting yourself go.”

“You’re saying you want me start working out?” I asked, feeling somewhat defensive. If that’s what she wanted from me, I’d give it a shot, but I knew it was going to take a lot of effort to get back in shape in a hurry. It was not something I looked forward to.

“What? No. I love it! I loved hearing you having to breath so hard. And at such a small size? It pushed all my buttons. I don’t want you getting in shape, sweetie. I want you getting in worse shape.”

I blinked at her in surprise, trying to think up some kind of appropriate response.

She smiled and shook her head. “Look, it’s like this. I love weight gain and seeing a woman grow and all that. But that’s only part of the picture for me. What I want is a complete lifestyle change. I’m not satisfied unless she’s completely and pathetically unfit.”

“Unfit? But why?”

“I’m not exactly sure,” she said, shrugging. “Maybe I’m turned on by the stereotype. Maybe because it’s sort of like bondage, your unfit body dictating what you can and can’t do. Maybe I’m excited by the idea of someone doing the opposite of self-improvement.” She pondered a moment. “I think mainly it’s because I get aroused by the idea of someone having to cope with the consequences of all that self-indulgence. You know, all those lazy days and all that junk food and poor dietary decisions, staying inside and being a couch potato.” From the dreamy look in her eyes, I could tell she was getting excited just from talking about it. “All because it was easier to be lazy and not take proper care of yourself, and even though it makes your daily life more difficult, you learn to live with it instead of making the effort to change yourself for the better. And one day you find you’ve practically become someone completely different with a physique no one would envy – a body good for nothing but sitting around and growing wider. And its nobody’s fault but your own.” She grinned hugely. “And the most exciting thing is when someone lets herself get that way on purpose!”

It was a lot to take in. “Wow,” I said after a few moments. “And that’s how you want me to be?”

“Oh yes,” she replied passionately. “I know we haven’t known each other all that long, and I know it’s a strange thing to ask someone, but I get the feeling you’d really, really enjoy this. I know I would.”

“Getting really out of shape? Plus getting fatter? None of this sounds very healthy.”

“Are you kidding? Of course it’s not healthy. It’s the opposite of healthy. That’s the point. That’s what makes it appealing. It’s about being bad because it feels good and damn the consequences. I’m not going to lie to you,” she said. “There are risks. I want you to be willing to accept those risks for me. You have to.”

I fretted. “Yeah, but... I don’t want to get sick.”

“Aw, I don’t want you to get sick either, honey. Look,” she said, taking my hand, “I don’t want anything to happen to you. Nothing too bad. If something happens, or looks like it’s going to, we’ll stop. Or at least cut back. Okay?”

“Hmm.” I wasn’t fully convinced. But I wasn’t telling her she was crazy, either. There was something about all this was clicking in me. Inside.

She let me think in silence for a minute. Then she reached out and gently placed her hand on my tummy. I jumped a little, involuntarily. I wasn’t used to being touched there. It was funny, really. She could have touched my breast or my thigh and I wouldn’t have reacted the same way. She rubbed it in small circles, in, I thought, a rather possessive way. I melted.

“You were made for this. I just know it,” she said, taking her hand away. “You’re a natural! You’ve already laid the groundwork for us by being so inactive for so long. I appreciate that.”

“It, uh, wasn’t intentional, you know,” I pointed out.

“So? Nobody’s forced you to be lazy. You enjoy it, admit it.”

I nodded a little. “Kind of. Well, it feels better than working out, anyway,” I said with a little laugh.

“You bet it does. Being lazy is naughty and it feels good to be naughty. And you weren’t planning to start up again any time soon, were you?” she asked.

That was true. Now and then I would tell myself I should start getting back in shape, but it would only be a fleeting thought. I hadn’t made real any plans of starting up again in the near future, at least. Before I could reply, she answered for me.

“Of course you weren’t. I say if you’re going to keep on being lazy anyway, why not do it for someone else who’ll appreciate it? Why not turn it into something erotic?”

That actually sounded kind of nice. I was already prone to eroticizing just about anything to do with weight gain, and more and more I wanted to please her. “Um... maybe.”