chapter 12

"And that's how I decided to cut my subscriptions to Netflix and HBO and pick up a Hulu subscription. Now, I'm considering Disney+, but don't get me started on PeacockTV!" the woman at the bar said.

She had been droning on forever about streaming services. Jeremy thought he was going to fall asleep. She just kept talking and talking and talking. And this woman — Sarah — was barely over 200 pounds. Maybe she was thick, but she was no BBW. She had a decent rack, wide shapely hips, and doughy ass. But compared to Carly, Sarah just seemed... well, small.

"Hey, Jeremy, my eyes are up here," Sarah said. "Are you even listening to my story?"

"Yeah, yeah. Subscription services. Zulu and Poppycock or something."

"I see what this is... You've got something else on your mind. You're so transparent, Jeremy. If you wanted to come back to my place, why didn't you just ask?"

"Actually, Sarah, I was thinking it was time for me turn in. Thanks for the conversation — I've got these drinks covered."

Jeremy motioned to the bartender, but Sarah grabbed at his arm.

"What? Is it cuz I'm too fat? Don't wanna be with a fat girl? Are you rolling your eyes at me? I can't believe I wasted this evening talking with you."

"First of all, you were talking AT me," Jeremy said. "And you're not too fat. You're too skinny!"

"Too skinny?!"

"Sarah, I'm sorry. But I really had hoped to be spending this night with a bigger girl."

Jeremy dropped a few bills on the table, hopped off his bar stool, and walked out the door.

"I'll probably have to avoid that bar for a while," Jeremy thought as he walked back to his apartment.

Once he got back, he began his nightly ritual. He brought his laptop into bed, along with a bottle of hand cream and tissues, and scrolled down some of his favorite weight gain fetish forums.

Hmm, Luscious Lilly? Jeremy had never seen this model before but everyone seemed to be commenting on this new model.

"Holy crap," Jeremy thought. "Allison?"

It was like a body double of his fiancée. This was the Holy Grail for weight gain fetishists with skinny partners — someone who looked exactly like your significant other, but fatter. Obviously "Lilly" wasn't Allison. Allison would never do this to herself. But the likeness was incredible. God, even her use of punctuation was similar!

Jeremy felt himself getting incredibly hard. This would definitely be one of those nights when he jerked off two, maybe three times.

He scrolled through all of her photos, liking each one. She was porking up — and fast. It made Jeremy want to call up Allison right then and tell her about this model.

"See?" Jeremy would say. "This is what you would look like with another 25 pounds. I bet you didn't know you could have a fat ass like that, did you? Isn't she hot? What do you think about gaining a little weight?"

But even after everything Allison said about experimentation, it still felt weird to admit that he was jerking off to other women.

So Jeremy didn't call Allison. Instead he left a comment on Lilly's album.

"Fuck, you are so hot. I wish you were my girlfriend. I'd feed you every day and tell you how pretty you are."

Jeremy squirted some lotion into his palm and went to work. He pictured grabbing Lilly's growing ass as he penetrated her. Feeling her soft pooch against his abs. Whispering in her ear about how fat he was going to make her.

As Jeremy was cleaning up his mess, his phone started vibrating.

It was Carly.

"Hey I need a second set of eyes on our new lingerie line," she texted. "What do u think?"

Then came a barrage of photos of Carly wearing panties and bras that were way too tight. Jeremy had been imagining what she looked like under those tight clothes she wore at the bar. But this was a thousand times better.

Carly sure knew how to take a fat-girl mirror selfie. Every angle of her huge body was on display, the lingerie digging deep into her rolls, her belly hanging over the waistband, her tits spilling out of the bra.

"Luv to give u a private fashion show ;)"

Jeremy squirted some more lotion in his palm.