chapter 2 - winter is a gainer's time

Even though my recent weight gain wasn’t so substantial, I started noticing how some things were different. You know, the usual stuff. My pants were a lot tighter so they always slid down right below that bulging underbelly. If it was summer I would have probably noticed by now that all of my shirts were either skin tight or way too tight. But the weather was already playing in Mia’s favor so I wore almost nothing but sweaters too loose for me to notice my future gains.

Besides, why would I even take my sweater off when we had Mia’s friends over all the time – they were all so beautifully round and chubby. All they would see – a skinny guy next to a pudgy goddess. Sometimes, I would take two sweaters just to make me look chunkier. What I didn’t know was that they were invited to make me eat with them. The more they ate the more I ate. And boy, we ate a lot. Sometimes they came with children who liked to feed me desserts after that feast. I couldn’t say no to those cute eyes.

After hours of this feeding madness – or I should say heaven – we were all alone with Mia. She was so hot in her tight dress only accentuating her love handles. It was turning me on but all the food made me so tired. I was embarrassed to say it, but I didn’t have to. Mia laid me down on the couch and, like with food, took good care of me.

You might me wondering, how in the hell would I not notice my body going from a (skinny) six pack to bulging melon and growing ass? Simple – denial. I would deny everything. “Has this flab always been on my belly when I bend over? Sure, it’s just skin.” Or “Am I getting a tummy? No, I’m just bloated.” Funny how I used to react to my growing ass: “It’s from all the walking we did the other day.” Also denying that it could be from all the sitting and gobbling down snacks as we went from one café to another because there was always something wrong. Mia always found a good way to move to another place but only after they brought our dessert. Sometimes she acted so pissed she wouldn’t eat hers but told me to take have it. “SUCH A PERFECLY GOOD DESSERT?” I asked rhetorically and put it in my mouth.

You may also think I must have noticed in the shower or bath. No no no. That was the most romantic place of our apartment. We would dim the lights, light candles and have delivered a “Hungarian dinner”. I can’t pronounce the name of the restaurant but they have the most delicious sausages and cheese on this enormous plate we would finish in the bath with a good wine. Luckily we had a large bath for both of us to fit in. I liked Mia sitting in front of me leaning with her back on my chest. Her soft butt snuggly fit between my legs and her thighs always kind of covered my legs. But this way I could feel her soft squishy belly and massage my way down in between those jiggly thighs. She had such a hot and unique way of moaning. She couldn’t eat during this time but she kept feeding me. The more she was aroused the more she stuffed into my mouth. Now, every time I hear a slight moan I get hungry.

And what about a scale? Once I had the courage to ask about it but Mia said it makes her depressed and stressed. Having scale around her makes her feel like she’s doing something wrong. Of course she was manipulating me into not buying one so I don’t notice I’ve already packed on 15 pounds in two months. It may not sound like much but remember I was a skinny dude who used to weigh 135lb.

You must love the way she made me buy new and bigger clothes without me noticing. She dressed up into an old outfit that was very tight – I knew it was. Then she looked sad and kept squeezing her fat everywhere and said: “Honey, I’ve gained again. Look, another dress is ripping on the side. If I keep growing like this… I won’t have anything to wear soon.” What could I say? I loved her, and I loved her curves. I loved her even more thinking she’s ripping her clothes with her expanding body. “Don’t worry, let’s go shopping for some new clothes. We can buy a whole new wardrobe for you.” I replied, kissing her on the neck, feeling her curvy body and watching her ass wobble as I shake it gently.

You may guess who had more new clothes after getting back. I did. Because everything “looked so good” on me. I didn’t think so because everything was kind of loose, but I believed my girl. Once again, she tricked me into buying new clothes, including those for next summer, which had enough room for my growing gut.