Chapter 11 - the month between

(Gwen's POV)

The decision was clear to me once I dropped Brandon off at the airport. There was no reason to avoid putting on weight anymore and it would actually have positive impacts on my life, most notably the look on Brandon's face when he would see me for the first time in a month.

After I decided to pack on as much weight as possible before Brandon got home I needed to take account of the current "damages" already on my body.

I decide to start off with a shower. I strip down and hop in. I caress all areas of my body and feel every soft fold and curve that's been slowly cropping up on my figure.

I get out and start to look at myself in the mirror naked. My long, wet, and dark brown hair is draping down my body sticking to my olive skin in a way I've never noticed before. Probably because there's more skin to stick to.

I try to remember what my body looked like just a few short months ago. Before I started putting away more fat then I had ever imagined I would have in my life. I remember my tight semi firm ass that just wouldn't quit and my small b cup boobs that weren't enough for Brandon I guess.

Not to mention by midsection. There was never an ounce of fat to be pinched or a love handle to be found. It was all smooth and flat but at the same time gave off a womanly appearance. My thighs used to be so toned and skinny. My back was muscular. My arms were Slender.

Now I look like a completely different person. Looking at my body the focal point is obviously my growing rump. My ass in now a definite booty that jiggles and wobbles when I move. It still has a relative firmness to it but now it is so much more squishy and bouncy. My breasts have now gotten up to the high D areas and that might even be an understatement. They hang down like full water balloons but with enough perkiness to make them still knockout any man who looks at them. They barely fit in any of my bras which are Ds.

My belly now always has a distended and round look to it that goes goes about an inch and a half out from where my abs used to be no matter how little I eat. It is all supple and plush fat that has slowly accumulated over the last few months. I can pinch it and jiggle it now when I'm standing. When I sit down it rests In My lap. My thighs lost their tone a long time ago. They are really thick and creamy. In the nude little bits of cellulite thats been picked up is evident. Nothing too bad but enough to realize I've put on a few of you couldn't by my notable growth in all areas. They spread a lot when I sit down now. There isn't a single slender part of my body anymore. I even have a small double chin.

The remaining skinniness in my face makes me look more thick than chubby when I've obviously become the ladder.

I weigh myself to see what I'm working with. 168 not bad.

I put on some ill fitting clothes and head out to the grocery store to pick up some food.

I decided to do away with any produce and go straight for the fattening shit. Stuff like potato chips, ice cream, brownies, cookies, butter, bacon, etc. I make sure to get enough whole milk to fill a bath tub and enough food to make me a girl Brandon would be happy to squeeze.

When I get home I go crazy. And by crazy I mean sedentary very sedentary. For days I sit on the couch watch tv and eat. One by one I ate a quart of ice cream and each bag of potato chips, washing it all down with heavy cream. I was in a state of perpetual fullness where I never felt the least bit hungry.

When I ran out of groceries I started to order take out. I would order enough Chinese food for an entire family and devour it all myself in one night. I saw it as a challenge, not unlike pushing myself in the gym for a new best, I push myself to scarf down as much food as humanly possible.

Night after night of binge after binge I ate and ate with as little movement as possible.

I had to start ordering from a new pizza place after about 10 days in a row. I would order 3 large pizzas with all the toppings on them everyday from the same place and eat all of them in one sitting no matter how uncomfortable my overfed belly would get. Eventually the pizza guy started to get wise about my binging.

One night he said," Ma'am is there anyone else there to share this with you"

"Nope I'm home alone"

"The reason I ask is because you've ordered 3 pizzas for the last week and a half, I'm just kinda worried that you might be..." he mumbled

"That's none of your business" I scolded

I paid him and he walked away and I heard him say ,"It's no wonder your ballooning up"

So I had to stop ordering from there.

I knew I was making progress in my endeavors when I realized that my pajama bottoms were starting to get way too tight. It's one thing if jeans start to get tight because they are made of durable unforgiving fabric but when your pajama bottoms made out of stretchy material that are supposed to be loose are basically skin tight then maybe I've put on weight.

One morning after a shower I tried sliding them up but they got stuck at my thighs. Once I got them past my thighs I had to struggle to get them past my widening cheeks. After about 5 minutes of fighting I got them over my ass and realized just how tight they were. I had some crazy love handles. I grabbed them and tried to tuck them in but in the process I heard a loud rip and found that my butt was completely exposed by how tight the pajamas were.

I knew I wouldn't fit in any of my clothes but I knew that Brandon would want to see me squeezed into some tight outfit that I had outgrown weeks ago.

Day after day of stuffing and bingeing led the introduction of genuine fat rolls to my body. Sitting on the couch made three curvy rolls pop up on my midsection.
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It was finally time for me to pick up Brandon at the air port. After a month of overeating I can say that I am not disappointed with my results. I can definitely tell that I look bigger all over.

My ass is definitely gotten most of the weight giving me a full on pear shape. My ass is maybe the size of two squishy basketballs next to each other. The best part is they still have a definite round shape and do not sag all that much. My belly has taken a hit as well now that fat rolls are easily visible sticking to my body now.

One of the weirdest changes was the fact that when I sit down my belly rests about three inches on my lap. On top of my belly I can feel my tits resting ever so slightly on top of by roundening gut. My thighs have an even more creamy spread to them which ties up the whole picture of the skinny girl that has just gotten pudgy.

I am by no means obese I'm just a girl floating on the line between moderately chubby and fat.

I weigh myself before I go. 194. God damn I put on 26 pounds of fat in only a month. Brandon will be so happy.

He will definitely see a difference.

I shove myself into a tight dress that leaves little to the imagination, and surprisingly in this dress I am actually still a knockout. I would fuck me.

I pack up and drive to the airport excited for Brandon to feel my new softness that he wanted so badly.


So here we are all caught up on my actions in the past month