Chapter 3 - three months of chub

It had been three months now since I started taking this get ‘chubby for Jamie’ plan seriously. I was eating all day every day. I didn’t cook anymore. I just got takeaways or drive thru now.

At first I hated the taste of it all but soon, I think my taste buds got used to all the salt, fat and sugar I was eating and drinking. I started to kind of like it and want more. After I woke up I checked myself out in the mirror.

Looking at my face I was glad to notice not that much of a difference. My cheeks looked a little puffier perhaps, but I still had my obvious jaw line. I moved my hands to my stomach. There was a pot belly of fat covering my abs. It felt soft and squishy. It wasn’t a lot, but it was enough to make me feel like a beached whale. Still, this is what I wanted. I looked up at my chest and saw my almost non-existent breasts started to look a little fuller. Was I a B cup now? I grabbed them and felt them in my hand. Two little mounds of fat were sat on my chest. They felt soft yet perky. As I moved my hands over them and I started to think how I grew them myself, my nipples woke up and felt erect.

“Well this is a bonus I wasn’t expecting…” I said as I started imagining the new tops I could wear. No, no! This was going to be a temporary change. No more stupid thoughts of buying anything for this new chubster body. This body is only for me to lure Jamie and then it’s back to the grind of eating right, going to the gym and cutting calories.

As I thought this I turned to the side and noticed my thighs and butt looking fuller too. Damn. Another thing I liked. My butt took on a full heart shape which I kind of loved. As I cupped each cheek I felt a tingle. Was my growing body turning me on? “Nope! No more touching myself! Time to weigh myself, get ready, and speak to Sarah!” And with that I quickly moved to the bathroom to find out the official number.

After my routine of brushing my teeth, having a shower and sorting my long beautifully blonde hair out, I approached the scale and stood on it in eager anticipation. I was finally 180 pounds. I was slightly over in fact, 183 pounds. I’d done it. I had put on over 60 pounds of chub to impress Jamie with. I was going to get him to chase this chub!

That evening I was in the living room with Sarah eating some Chinese food and drinking wine dressed as sexy as I could. I was wearing a crop sweater which showed my little protruding tummy off and some tight jean shorts that ended up being shorter on my thicker legs and really showed off my rounder ass.

“Keep taking pictures of us Sare bear and send them to Jamie!” I was so drunk and I knew it.

“Okay okay, keep still now!” She put her arm around me and we pouted as she took a picture.

“Take another!” I put my hands under my little tummy and winked to the camera as Sarah took another picture.

“Are you done yet Debbie?” Sarah looked a little bored at having to be my photographer. This was her idea so she should accept her place as being my cupid.

*HIC* “Yeah maybe. Send them to him now. I can’t wait to see what he says!”

“Done! Now we just need to wait for him to say something.”

We both sat on the couch bopping along to the music and drank some more. After an hour passed, I got hungry again and ordered a couple of pizzas for us. Another hour passed. Still nothing. After two more hours of drinking and inane chit chat still no word from that douchebag Jamie.

“Screw this. I can’t believe he’s ignoring us. I can’t believe he’s ignoring *HIC* me!” I mumbled drunkenly. I may have had too much to drink but when there’s no reason to not drink and you’re celebrating a target being reached, what else am I going to do? “I’m going to bed.”

“Okay. See you later.” Sarah said in an almost whisper. Her eyes were half closed and I knew I would find her bloated self on the couch in the morning.

As I got to my room I started to take my clothes off. I had to wiggle out of my tight jean shorts. That was to be expected though right? After all the food and booze I had tonight I was feeling a little bloated too. As I patted my tummy I let out a belch.

“Mmm, much better. So much beer gas in me.” I crawled into my bed and closed my eyes. I started to think that I haven’t played with myself in a long time. Not since before I started to put this fat on me. I mean, Jamie wasn’t interested clearly so why wait for him now? I made my mind up. I was going to take this thicker pudgy body out for a spin before I trade it back in for my fitter, hotter self.

I moved my right hand up to my bigger chest and circled my left nipple with my fingers. As it got firm and prickled in anticipation, I moved my left hand down to my new swollen belly and prodded it, feeling the softness and squishy flesh. “God that feels strange. But it also feels good.” I thought to myself. As I gave it a little shake I moved my left hand to my clit and started rubbing. God this felt so good. I started thinking of Jamie. Oh Jamie. He’s such a handsome guy. But he’s also a douche, why doesn’t he like me? Why did I eat for nothing? The food though, that was good. No, it was great. Delicious. Satisfying. Wait, was I hungry now?

My right hand moved to my belly and started rubbing it. God this felt good. Images of a bigger body flashed through my mind. I was getting so turned on by growing a fatter body. In my mind my belly was bigger. My small breasts swelled into two juicy bags of fat hanging on my chest. My ass looked so full and wobbly. My thighs were touching each other. Cellulite was on my legs too. So much bumpy, cottage cheese-like cellulite. My upper arms were doughy and soft. I was rubbing myself furiously. My fat body was turning me on so much. I wanted more. More fat. More food. More....”OHHHHHHHHH MYYYYY GOD!”

My fat body was really turning me on. Maybe I should gain a few more pounds before I quit and go back to being skinny. I mean, what’s wrong with trying out being obese for a week or two? Just 40 more pounds...or 50…or…