Chapter 1 - the admission

I knew it was coming, I had felt it for a while. There were little hints from Danielle for a few weeks now. Grabbing my slightly growing sides. Mentioning she didn't like my exercising so much and I was too skinny. I remember the last time as Danielle shyly admitted to enjoying the extra weight. She also felt guilty about it and confessed this often to me. It made for confusing times.

Regardless of the guilt I ballooned from an athletic 185 pounds to a very soft pudgy 240. We both loved when I overate and the fat play in the bedroom was erotic. Feeling my heavy belly slide over Danielle's petite flat stomach was intoxicating. I loved hearing her breath with all my weight on her. We enjoyed over 8 years of me being obese before it finally stopped. I got in shape, dropped all of the weight and then-some and got healthy.

Despite my newfound love of exercise and being in shape, something was slowly burning inside of me. When I started to notice the signs from Danielle, I knew it was only a matter of time, regardless of how I fought the demons. And then, like a lightning bolt, it came like a flash.

Over the past few months I have not been able to workout, due to injuries. Typical fashion, I stopped the workouts but not the eating that is needed to sustain them. This has lead to a slowly increasing weight gain over the past two months. At first it was no big deal, but as time has passed, I noticed the composition change to my body as well. I was morphing back into the soft body even if the weight was not all back on. It was definitely faster and more noticeable then last time. And it was obviously noticeable to both of us. It only took one bedroom episode to expose everything.

Hot and bothered in the bedroom Danielle pulled me on top of her. Slowly her hands slid down my sides to my now showing love-handles. Looking into my eyes I felt her squeeze and I couldn't help but gasp. She grabbed harder and I let out a moan. Her smirk let me know she knew she had me.

"That feels so good" I moaned. Danielle pulled me close, not letting go, and whispered to me. "I know. I know you love this".

"I do. I want more, so much more!" I admitted.

"What do you want", she asked, already knowing the answer.

"To be bigger. To give in and have you feed me. I want to be obese again and bigger then before".

Something about the word obese always drives us wild. Danielle stopped and looked at me again. "I want you to gain for me too. A lot."

When I asked how much, I was shocked, scared and excited at the same time. "at least 50 more pounds."

"I'm already at almost 210" I answered half embarrassed. "That would put me at 260 pounds".

"I know and I want that and you want it to, don't you". It was more of a statement then a questions.

"Yes, and more" was my reply before I could even think about it. "I want it so bad."

Danielle kept smiling at me, it seemed proud that she got me to give in and proud of me for being honest. "I am going to make sure this happens for you. No guilt this time."



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