chapter 18

“So have you been … seeing anyone?”

Allison posed the question lamely. She was trying to be deft, but it was like popping a balloon and watching the rubber bits fall to the ground.

Jeremy took a deep breath in. He thought about that night when he had sex with Sarah three times.

“Eh, just playing the field. You?”

Now it was Allison’s turn to take a deep breath in. She looked at the donut she held in her hand. Allison had tried to keep from munching during their call, but she was hungry all the time now.

“Not really. Maybe a little. Just keeping everything … normal.”

“Yeah? Have you at all been thinking about that talk we had before I left? You know the one about … my kink?”

His kink? Ha, Allison thought. If only Jeremy could see me now. She stood up on her tiptoes, then fell back on her heels, feeling her fat bounce up and down.

“Uh, a little,” she said, lying.

Their situation felt a little crazy. If only they could see each other, all their problems would be solved. Allison knew Jeremy was into weight gain and she was fatter than ever. But she thought it was just a fantasy for him. After all, he never fucked her fat friend Carly. What if he didn’t like what she was doing to her body? Halfway across the country, Jeremy was considering telling Allison about having sex with Sarah. After all, he and Allison DID have kinky sex right before he left for Texas — and it was great! But what kind of pressure would that put on Allison?

So, despite diving headfirst into feederism, weight gain, and stuffing, neither really said anything. It was like there was more than distance between them. It felt like a wall. After a few more minutes of a bumbling conversation about work and life, they got ready to hang up.

“I just love you so much,” Allison said.

“Me too,” Jeremy said. “I know things feel weird now, but I know if we were together, everything would snap back into place. Eventually I’ll be back in Sacramento with you and things will be normal.”

“I can’t believe it’s been a month and a half,” Allison said.

“I know. I love you,” Jeremy said.

They said their goodbyes and hung up. Allison walked back to the kitchen and opened the box of donuts. There was only one left! Had she really eaten eleven donuts this morning? At least she had saved the jelly-filled donut for last. She grabbed, went to her desk, opened her laptop, and sat down.

Actually, it was more of a plop. Allison noticed the change about a week ago. Her petite bum used to sit delicately on chairs. Now, she just plopped down. She enjoyed feeling her thick thighs spread across the seat. Her growing ass was starting to reach the sides of the chair. Soon, hopefully, her ass would hang off the sides of chairs. Allison started getting wet just thinking about it.

It had been a few days since she went on her weight gain fetish website. Allison nearly spat out her donut when she saw the front page. Luscious Lilly was one of the site’s featured models. She logged into Lilly’s account and was greeted with a deluge of notifications. Dozens of people were messaging her, and more were commenting on her photos. There were hundreds of “likes” and “loves” on her posts. A realization hit Allison like an adrenaline rush — there were a lot of people who were really turned on by her softening figure. Like really turned on. Some of the messages were sweet. Some were earnest. Some were hot. Some were gross, but even a few of the gross ones were pretty hot in their own way. She responded to a few messages, writing playful notes about how often she was masturbating, what she was eating, and how she needs “some hard cock for this soft body.”

Allison saw a message from a familiar name — FakePierceBrosnan. The same account that had been commenting on some of her photos. He told her how hard she made him and that he bought her a present. Ah, yes, Allison thought, the Amazon wishlist!

She jogged to her front door and saw a handful of packages had been left outside. She brought them inside and tore into them like a box of chocolate. There was a set of lingerie, some shiny spandex pants, and a cute top for her bigger bust. Then she saw the last package, which said it was a gift from FakePierceBrosnan. She opened it and pulled out a beautiful set of black lingerie. It had several straps which would be great for digging into her skin. But when she held them up to her body, she realized they were big — way too big.

Maybe FakePierceBrosnan got the size wrong? Then she remembered his message. Something about how he wanted to encourage her. He must want her to grow into this lingerie. To earn them. God, that was so freaking hot. She set up her phone on a little tripod, stripped down to her underwear, held the lingerie against body, and posed for a picture. It was like she was wearing a little hoop skirt, she thought, laughing. Allison logged back into Luscious Lilly’s account and sent the photo to FakePierceBrosnan.

“I just want you to know that this is my favorite present of all time. I can’t even begin to describe how turned on this made me. It’s like you know my kink so well. I cannot wait to grow into these. They probably won’t fit until I weigh 250 pounds. Just imagining that makes me wet. I’ll keep you updated on my progress filling out this lingerie. XOXOXO Lilly.”

She hit send and sat there, wondering who this mysterious kinky Santa Claus was. Maybe he really looked like Pierce Brosnan. That would be nice. She clicked on his profile, but it was pretty bare. All it said was that he was in his 20s. But then again, this was the internet. Who knew how old he — or she or them — really was. She was about to shut her laptop when she got a ping. A message! FakePierceBrosnan was online right now. Allison felt her pulse quicken as she clicked open.

“You are the hottest model on this site. Hands down. You’re going to fill out that lingerie before long. I know it. Is this gain all on your own? Or do you have a feeder helping you out?”

“No feeder,” Lilly replied. “This body is all natural, all me. I’ve earned each little roll and love handle.”

“Oh, interesting,” FakePierceBrosnan replied. “So, no boyfriend? No one encouraging you to do this?”

“Sort of, but not really. Lots of people are encouraging me on this site, lol, but I’ve really fallen in love with this kink. It was my boyfriend who first told me about this fetish, but I think I’m way more into than he is :(“

“What’s he think about your gain? He’d be a fool if he didn’t realize what a goddess you’re becoming.”

“You’re making me blush :* it’s complicated. He doesn’t really know about this gain…”

“Wow. He’s in for a hell of a surprise, the lucky bastard.”

“Pls don’t post about this, but I plan on losing this weight before too long.”

“What???? Nooooo!!!! Ah that would be such a shame. This kink makes you happy, right?”

“Yeah”

“And it’s your body, right?”

“Yeah”

“Then you should do whatever you want with it. If he loves you, he should respect that. You shouldn’t feel pressured to change your body.”

“Hmmmmm, I like the way you think, FakePierceBrosnan. At this point, I am starting to wonder if I’ll ever be able to lose this weight. It’s starting to come so fast. And I just LOVE eating now.”

“Follow your dreams lol. Please feel free to message me if you need support/encouragement.”

“What I could really use is some belly rubs. I ate a dozen donuts this morning!”

“Holy shit you are hot. Is it crossing a boundary to talk about how I masturbate to your photos? Cause imagining you eat a dozen donuts is turning me on so much right now.”

Allison went back to her room, put her phone in the tripod, squeezed her ass cheek with one hand, and bent over to take a photo. She messaged it to FakePierceBrosnan.

“It’s not weird at all. Hope this helps!”

“Brb, gotta go jerk off. You. Are. Incredible.”