chapter 9

"Athleisure wear" is a strange term. Athletic + leisure. It's an oxymoron. Allison had always thought the term was silly. She didn't wear athleisure. Her yoga pants and sports bras were for working out, not lounging around.

After just a few days of pigging out, Allison had felt her jeans getting tight. They were cutting into her hips and leaving red marks on her growing belly. Within a week, she had phased denim out of her daily routine. She had plenty of stretchy athletic clothes to wear, but it felt wrong to wear them. The most athletic thing she was doing was carrying frozen lasagna and gallons of ice cream from her car to her freezer. She opted for some loose overalls, sweatpants, and even pajamas.

But after last night's conversation with Carly, Allison realized she need to dig out her workout clothes from the bottom of her dresser. She had stepped on the scale this morning, and the number shocked her.

"138 pounds?!?"

This was officially the fattest she had ever been.

Allison groaned and slapped her forehead. She had really overestimated her metabolism — and her appetite. She had gained 23 pounds in little over three weeks. A pound a day. This was impossible, right? It didn't feel like real life to Allison. It felt like something from those weight gain fetish sites. What would that make Allison? A "stuffer?" A "feedee?" Those words sounded ridiculous to Allison, but the more she thought about it...

Most days she was eating bacon and eggs for breakfast with a glass of cream. Lunch meant going out for burgers — always two or more — and don't forget the large fries and milkshake. Allison was amazed that she could eat an entire large pizza or a family-sized lasagna for dinner. And don't forget about dessert. Melted ice cream. She could drink a gallon a night if she started early enough.

Allison had thought she needed to eat like this to gain weight. For the first week, she had to force it down her throat. But at some point during the second week, she noticed she was actually craving these meals and snacking in between them.

Just the other day, Allison had run out of food at home and was running late for lunch. Her stomach was growling uncontrollably, and Allison was feeling strangely irritable. She even had a slight headache as she pulled into McDonald's. The bitchy girl at the drive-through asked Allison if all three Big Macs were for her.

"Do you see anybody else in the car?" Allison asked rhetorically. "A girl's gotta eat."

"How rude," Allison thought as she drove away. "That skinny bitch was clearly judging me."

Allison only lived a few miles away, but she couldn't wait to eat. At the first red light, Allison reached into the bag to pull out a burger, but none were in there. Allison gasped, then both she and her stomach growled. She was indignant. Her body was craving calories, and she needed them now. She made an illegal U-turn and sped towards McDonald's.

"You didn't give me my burgers," she told the drive-through girl.

"Whatever, it's no big deal," the girl said, handing a bag of burgers to Allison.

"It is a big deal," Allison huffed. "And I think you should give me a fourth Big Mac because of it."

"A fourth Big Mac? What are you even gonna do with it?"

"I'm gonna eat it. Duh. Go ask your manager. It's called customer service, sweetheart."

A minute later, the girl came out with a fourth burger. Allison eyed it greedily. She could already feel her mouth salivating.

Allison knew she couldn't make it home. She just parked at the McDonald's and tore into the food. God, it tasted so good.

Looking back on that day now, how could Allison not realize what would happen? Whatever you wanted to call it — feedee, stuffer, etc. — Allison had been eating.

The worst part was this weigh-in took place on an empty stomach, and Allison was starving. But she promised herself she wouldn't eat breakfast until she went to the gym, did her squats and ran at least three miles on the treadmill.

Allison went into her bedroom and started putting on her favorite pair of workout clothes.

But as she pulled her yoga pants up her legs, she found herself struggling to pull them past her thighs. After a few good yanks, they were finally around her softening ass. Next she pulled her sports bra over her head. Again, she struggled to pull them over her tits. Had she gone up a cup size? Maybe two cup sizes? When she got the bra on, she went to look at herself in her full-length mirror.

She looked different. Much different.

Gone was any trace of ab definition, though she kissed those abs goodbye the first week of binge-eating. She was surprised to see she had an actual, honest-to-goodness pooch. She would have been horrified, but it did seem to blend well into her newly wider hips. Two love handles now protruded above the waistline of the yoga pants. She pulled the waistband out then snapped it against her stomach, watching her fat jiggle. She did it again. Then a third, fourth, and fifth time. It was mesmerizing. She looked a little farther down. Any semblance of a thigh gap was gone. It felt like she had stuffed her thighs into sausage casings. She blushed when she saw her camel toe. It was so obvious.

Then Allison turned around.

She saw how the sports bra dug into her back fat. She looked down and nearly fainted. Was that her ass? She had been adding padding all over her body, but her ass apparently had its own gravity when it came to acquiring mass. Maybe those squats had made a difference? Either way, it was incredible. It was a stripper's ass. No wonder she had such a hard time pulling her yoga pants up. The fabric was so taut across her ass it was practically sheer. She took a small hop and watched her ass bounce up and down. It actually bounced. Allison was amazed. She never had an ass like this before. She grabbed a handful and actually felt sad. If she started going back to the gym and losing weight, she could kiss this ass goodbye.

Allison got out her phone and started taking photos. For posterity, Allison thought. Someday she would show Jeremy all the pictures she had been taking recently and they would laugh about her little misadventure with weight gain.

But now, it was time for the gym. It didn't matter how bad she wanted breakfast. She needed to burn calories.