chapter 4

Several weeks later it finally happened. Another night out with Liz by her side, some drinks to ease her nerves, and an outfit that left little to the imagination. It was Liz that had scoped him out first. She came back to Emily with the guy on her arm.

“This is the girl I was telling you about, meet Emily.” She presented her friend to the guy. “She likes guys with a little meat on their bones.

“Hey there, I’m Logan.” He offered a hand to shake and she accepted.

He was clearly a little bothered by Liz’s comment, but the sight of the beautiful girl that was Emily in her tight dress put him at ease. He was tall, maybe just over six feet, had close cropped brown hair, and an angular face. She took in his body, which while on the skinnier side, showed signs of softening into his first year at college. He’d probably been a beanpole when he arrived, but this was not as much the case anymore as bulges and softness had claimed various parts of his form. He wasn’t completely comfortable with that fact, but also a little too drunk to care.

“Well I’ll let you two get to know each other.” Liz winked not so subtly at Emily as she disappeared back into the crowd.

They began to chat and while awkward at first given the rather forceful introduction they began to ease up.

“So is she always like that?” He asked at one point, referring to Liz.

“Pretty much.” Emily giggled. “You get used to it and she always means well.”

Logan, ever the gentlemen, got another round and it seemed they were both in good sprits and hitting it off. It was after the third round that he finally asked the question.

“Do you want to get out of here? Maybe head back to my place?” He’d said a little unsure of himself.

“Sure.” Emily enthusiastically replied as she watched his face light up with joy. Between the drinks and the enjoyment of flirting with the boy her judgment was a little too clouded to fully think about any repercussions.

They grabbed a cab and headed back to his place. It was a house just off campus, only a few blocks from her dorm. Slinking in and up to his room, they were finally alone. Emily let her guard down for once with a little help from the alcohol and allowed herself be swept up by him. They began kissing on his cramped twin bed.

She could finally feel the accumulation of college weight that Liz had spied from the start. She stripped his shirt to revealed what could be described as a skinny-fat physique; a slight convex curve to his middle, tiny beginnings of love handles at his sides and slim yet soft everywhere else. Not chubby, but no ounce of toned muscle to speak of and well on the way to a new pants size if he let any more weight pile on. Little did he know how much more would come that night.

She let him “help” her remove her dress as she fumbled with his belt. Emily’s body enraptured him. In just her bra and panties she looked amazing, the sleek black garments clinging to her small curves perfectly. She pulled him close and began to massage his already throbbing cock through his boxers. He was bigger than Ben in this department and the novelty of it excited her. Logan moaned kissing her neck and working his hand between her soft thighs. She spread them wider for him, welcoming him inside. Their hands began to play until they were both so worked up they couldn’t wait any longer. Her bra having long since been removed, she let him pull down her soaked panties as he kicked his boxers to the side. He directed her to the condoms in his side drawer and she quickly slipped one on his waiting dick (thankful for highs school health class).

She was too drunk and too lost in the throes pleasure to think about what might happen next and she eagerly accepted him inside her wet pussy. They both moaned in unison with the pleasurable feelings as he began to pump above her. She threw her legs around his narrow hips pulling him in. The familiar wave of heat fell over both of them. It was like nothing Logan had ever felt before. His hips began to thicken between her legs as they went. It wasn’t until his stomach started to bounce more and more into her lap that she even realized what was happening and it was only enhancing her enjoyment. He showed no signs of slowing though, apparently oblivious to the changes. His arms on either side of her swelled and his belly permanently filled the space between them, no longer lifting away between thrusts, but jiggling with every thrust. He began to pump faster, apparently close to release, which only seemed to exaggerate his ballooning weight. His pecs filled with fat, a second chin had become visible, and thick love handles forced her legs to his sides no longer able to wrap around his back. She continued to steal glances of the effects, too lost in her own fantastical pleasure to stop him. He finally came, the jerking motion sending waves through his fattened body as he did. With his fat form jiggling on top of her it was all she need to come to her own finish. Again, a large burst of warmth filled them both with pleasure as Logan immediately expanded further.

They both were panting heavily as he struggled to move off her, confused by the sudden resistance. It didn’t take long for him to realize what was getting in the way. Where the budding curve of a slight belly had been was now a large fat gut spilling on to the tiny girl beneath him, two soft mounds sitting above it slightly obscured his view. Oddly her hands were on either side of the mass sinking deep into the soft flesh as she caught her breath.

“What the fuck?!” He shimmied back from her grasp trying to process the changes, sending more waves through his softened body.

A confused look crossed Emily’s blissful face at the outburst until she could fully take in the reality of the situation. She had been enjoying it so much she had forgotten all about the potential side effects.

Logan had expanded into a rather large boy. His weight having overtaken his height he looked outright fat. Having easily gained 50 or 60 lbs during their intimate act he had to be in the range of 270 lbs. The confused and horrified look plastered on his no longer angular face had her scrambling for an explanation. Now off to Emily’s side, his large belly still spilled onto her tan thigh. It seemed to be where he carried most of the weight, his lower half having been affected, but to a lesser extent. His belly pooled between them and rested on his thickened thighs threatening to begin obscuring his quickly fading erection if he continued to gain weight.

“Oh my goodness, are you okay?” She asked finally, her tone not entirely convincing.

“Uh I think so? Besides this.” He poked the mass of his gut. “I’m huge! What happened? It felt so good, better than any sex I’ve ever had, and then this!”

Seeing him prod his jiggling mass was starting to turn her on again, but she tried to remain focused and help him through this new territory he was in.

“Umm I don’t know, I seem to be the same? Could it be a reaction to something?” She tried the tactic again; it had somewhat worked last time with Ben.

She wanted to just come out and explain to him that having sex with her seemed to have some fattening side effects, but there was no way she could do this without sounding crazy.

“Wait a minute.” He interrupted her thoughts. “Your friend said you liked bigger guys, I thought it was weird at first and I knew I had put on a little weight in the first semester, but once I saw you and how beautiful you were I thought what was the harm. Well is this what I get?! Did you do this?? I don’t know how this is possible, but I have nothing else to go on.” His voice rose with anger, but fell flat in confusion.

“I don’t know. It’s true I like bigger guys, but I have no clue how I could do this to you. If it helps, I think you carry it well at least…” She offered a complement trying to keep him calm.

They continued to hash it out, neither coming to any actual explanation. Whatever this was, it was linked to her. She apologized profusely, but kept her previous experience with her ability from him. He couldn’t explain it and wouldn’t blame her for it, as he saw no way in which that didn’t backfire on him.

When it was all said and done he saw her out. She admired his now lumbering form, everything jiggled with soft fat, as he led her to the door. It was a shame; he certainly was her type now. He politely asked that she not cross his path again, even as the nagging pleasure center of his brain cautioned him not to throw away this extreme source of dopamine.

She walked out into the cool night air looking back with apology in her eyes to the fattened boy clad in nothing, but his bed sheet as he closed the door. It was the only thing they could find of to cover him since none of his clothes now fit. She had to find a solution to this or at least gain some control.