chapter 4

Allison woke up next morning — late. Normally on a Saturday morning, she would wake up at 6 a.m. to go on a long run. But all that wine and pizza made her feel bloated and groggy. She rolled out of bed around 10 a.m. and went downstairs for breakfast.

She opened the fridge and looked around. No, no, no. This wouldn't do at all. She needed bacon, not kale. She needed eggs, not egg whites. She needed full-fat cream, not skim milk. If she was going to do this, she needed to do it right. She got out a notebook and started sketching out a plan.

-- Breakfast: Bacon, eggs, buttery grits. Occasional veggies.
-- Lunch: Try to eat out for lunch every day. If not, peanut butter jelly sandwiches, with lots and lots of peanut butter and whole-fat milk to wash it down.
-- Dinner: Lots of greasy carbs: Pizza, lasagna, noodles.
-- Desert: Ice cream. Every night.

Allison also decided to cut back her cardio to just two days a week and focus instead on lifting and squats. If she was going to gain some mass, she wanted it going to the right places.

She went into the bathroom, got a tape measurer, and pulled out the scale. Allison was always proud of perky, athletic ass. She figured it was at least 35 inches around. When she pulled the tape measurer around, it came to just 31 inches. Allison thought back to the pornography Jeremy was watching. That woman's ass was massive. Suddenly, she felt a bit undesired. Her waist was 25 inches and her relatively flat chest was 30 inches. Her weight was 110 pounds.

It was dawning on Allison that she had some work to do. Her whole life, she felt relatively slim, aside from that blip at grad school. Now, she felt positively tiny. She looked at herself in the bathroom. Last night's food baby was completely gone. Her metabolism was too fast. This wasn't going to be easy. She took photos of herself in the mirror wearing nothing but underwear and a bra. Photos from the front, the back, the side. As many as she could think of. Those photos — and her new figure — would really turn on Jeremy when he got home.

Allison got dressed and headed for the grocery store. By the time she wheeled her cart around to the checkout counter, it was loaded so high she couldn't see over it. Allison felt embarrassed, but also slightly excited. She wondered what people thought of all this fatty food in this tiny woman's cart, and it made her feel strangely ... horny?

The cashier was a young man, about her age. He was surprisingly handsome to be working as a cashier. He smiled at Allison, who was wearing a tight top and yoga pants.

"Whoa, looks like you're getting ready to feed an army," he said to Allison.

"Nope," she said, smiling. "It's all for me."

"This oughta feed you for a month or two," he said.

"Eh, I think more like a week or two," Allison said.

The cashier looked stunned. Allison felt herself getting aroused. Before she could even think of what to say the words were leaving her mouth: "I'm trying to gain weight. Like get fat, yaknow?"

The cashier nearly dropped a frozen lasagna as he was scanning it. Allison could see she was making the cashier fumble and for some reason, it made her horny.

"Wouldn't I look better with fatter ass?" she asked and swiveled her hips so the cashier could look at her small firm butt.

"Uh, miss, I uh," the cashier stuttered. He was looking straight at Allison's butt. "Yeah, I could see that being nice."

He put the last bag in her cart, and Allison sauntered out of the store. She could feel panties getting wet. She wanted to eat something now, but all her big meals were frozen. She swung by a fast food joint on her way home and got the biggest burger on the menu, large fries and a large milkshake. She got home, put everything in the fridge, and sat down to pig out. She tore through the greasy burger and fries. It didn't just taste good. There was another feeling inside her. A new feeling. It was sexual, and it felt so good. She couldn't stop picturing the stunned look on the cashier's face as she crammed the burger in her mouth. By the time she finished eating, she had one hand down her pants, fingering her wet pussy. It didn't take her long to climax, and when she did she nearly fell off her chair. It was the best climax she could remember. It was certainly better than anything she'd had with Jeremy.

Jeremy. He was probably set up at his temporary apartment in Austin by now. They were supposed to talk this morning!

She looked at her phone and noticed two missed calls.

"Jeremy, I am sorry, Babe. I must've had my ringer off."

"No worries, baby," Jeremy said. "I was just afraid maybe all that talk about ... you know ... my weight gain fetish mighta freaked you out."

Allison looked around at the all the fattening food in the kitchen, at the fast food wrappers strewn about, and her own hand — still wet from masturbating.

"Uh, freak out? No, Honey," Allison said. "I wouldn't say I've been freaking out..."