chapter 3 - leaning into it

"Well... I might not be eating as much when I'm with you, but at home... there are always snacks laying around. Muffins, chips, rice-candy... And my hostbrother is always giving me a snack to go when I leave the house for school. I think my hostbrother is trying to fatten me up."

I was hit with a wave of excitement, but also a bit of sadness, realizing that no, she didn't enjoy gaining weight.
"Wow. Uh... what if you just don't take it? Don't eat any snacks? Then we can eat more together?"
Only after I said it did I realize it didn't make sense. Why would she eat more with me, if she's trying to lose weight?
But I was proven wrong. To her it made sense. It seemed like she wanted to eat more with me.
"That sounds like a good Idea! It takes quite some willpower though... but I shouldn't let some boring - well, they are actually quite tasty - but I shouldn't let some snacks get in the way of our trying-new-food sessions. I really enjoy eating out with you. It would be a shame to stop." She smiled shyly.

"That would be a shame. Let's do that. Let's just eat together whatever we want. And if you're serious about not putting on any weight, you can just cut down on the snacks!" I tried to encourage her.
I was also trying to figure out if she was into it or not... she was giving mixed signals. Oh, maybe I was just being hopeful.

"You're right! I'm sorry!" She said.

I smiled. She smiled back.

There was tension. After all, we were close together, she was shirtless, my mouth was mere inches from hers. For the first time I felt something... strange. Butterflies?
I blushed, and looked to the ground. Trying to ease the tension, I took of my shirt too, and showed off my layer of pudge.
"I've put on a bit too! See! But I like it so far! haha" I laughed nervously. Maybe taking off my shirt too wasn't the solution to easing tension. We were now both shirtless, her steaming hot body close to mine.
I quickly put on my shirt. I panicked. I couldn't risk losing the only friend I had here by some stupid move on her. What if she wasn't into me at all? I left the stall and apologized.

"Nothing to apologize." Sophie said. Thankyou. I actually do feel better knowing I'm not the only one who put on.

That made me wet. Just a little, but it is quite something to hear someone mentioning your weight gain. I had never heard anything like that before. I blushed and left the bathroom. She came after me.
We ate ramen. We ate a lot. I stuffed myself as usual. So did she.

That night I decided for certain that I wanted to gain weight, like, properly. Not just 5 pounds, but like 20. (yes, it was more than 20 in the end.)

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Autumn came along and the days grew cooler. Not only the season changed, but also my appetite.

Believe it or not, I had at last stuffed myself often enough to begin noticing changes.
The most apparent of all - my appetite. What would bring me to my maximum stuffing point in the first few weeks, was now the minimum I had to eat to feel full. That was such a wild feeling. Mind you, I was skinny all my life and never had an issue with gaining, ever! But here, in Japan, I stuffed myself nearly every day (never ridiculous amounts, but always a few spoonfulls more than full) and I actually out-ate my speeding fast metabolism. It couldn't catch up with my eating habits. And now that my appetite has increased to that of a normal - or even chubby - girl, my daily calorie intake exceeded my usage. It's hard to describe the feeling exactly in words, but when you've been skinny all of your life and you reach the point where skinny is just not that suitable a description anymore - it's wild. Enough about my appetite though, my body had no choice but to follow my appetite's example. Even on a life-long active skinny girl, extra calories had to go somewhere. They didn't just turn into thin air.
My tummy was sticking out a bit. I always wondered what I would look like if I gained some weight. Now I was getting a hint. My belly poked forward a little, it looked like a little pack filled with fat. My perfect thighs grew rounder, softer, now touching when I walked. God, that was so amazing when I first noticed my thighs touching while walking. It turned me on so much. My ass was coming along too, it was a little larger than when I was skinny. My breasts too, a little larger than before. My arms roughly the same, a little rounder maybe, the few muscles I had were gone or hidden beneath a soft layer of chubb.
My face was looking just a little rounder too, not chubby though, not yet.

I should mention at this point that I had gained about twenty pounds, and was now at 132 lbs - in the middle of november sometime (don't remember). I wasn't chubby yet. I was actually quite normal. But when I sat down, my tummy now filled the gap. When I put on my school uniform, it took me a little more wedging than usual. I noticed the changes. After all, according to the BMI calculator I had downloaded, I was approaching an Overweight BMI. It wasn't far away. Oh! The thought made me crazy!

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That was my weight in the middle of November.
But that wasn't anywhere near as impressive as someone elses...
I guess keeping away form snacks is harder than it sounds...