chapter 5 - it truly begins…

We arrived back at my apartment and situated ourselves in my kitchen.

“So, have you worked up an appetite yet?”

I laughed, “I guess I have a little more room now…”

She fluidly pulled the cinnamon rolls from here bag and pushed them along the countertop towards me while smiling deviously. I began on the rolls immediately while she moved to touch my belly again. Before I moved onto the second roll, I began to stretch before realizing that my shirt was riding up. “Can you, uh, keep stretching?” I obliged and she gazed intently at my midsection as it revealed itself. “Can you keep your arms up?” She got up and used my position to remove my shirt.

“Oh my god! Piggy’s really letting themselves go, huh?” She said joyfully as she placed her hand on my stomach and began to rub my tight belly that was far protruded past my waistband at this point. She handed me the final roll and I struggled my way through it while she stared at me intensely. After I finished, she checked the clock. “Okay…I have something with my sorority. You wouldn’t want to get dinner would you?” She said while hurriedly moving. “That would be amazing! Anything in particular?” I asked. “Oh, I’ll bring something here!” She said with her devilish smile as she was going out the door.

My stomach was in great pain at this point and I was still just sitting there shirtless. I decided that falling onto my couch was probably my best course of action to wait out this predicament. I finally unbuttoned my pants, causing my taut stomach to practically spring out. This was an amazing sight for me. Although the rest of my body was relatively skinny, I had this representation of what fatness looks like in front of me. I found myself imagining having a different, larger body. I found myself tracing my eyes along the rest of my body, picturing what each area would look like if they matched the size of my belly at that moment. I closed my eyes and tried to imagine how it would feel to be bigger.

My mind struggled to capture what I wanted. And, truthfully, I was afraid of finding out. It was nice to dream about fatness, but it felt like it could almost destroy me. Like, that I would lack control over myself if I persisted down this road.

When April arrived again (with what appeared to be a cake and a bucket of fried chicken), I tried to keep a fun attitude, but she could tell something was off.

“Hey? Is anything wrong?”

“Oh. Sorry. I’ve just been feeling weird about this. you know? Like how am I going to live a normal life with this?”

She looked at me kindly and said “We don’t have to do anything that you don’t want. But, if you want any input, this is what I would say: there’s nothing ‘off’ about enjoying food. There’s nothing off about being plumper. Perhaps if we take this to an extreme, then maybe we could go too far, but, as we stand, we are just enjoying the pleasures the world has provided us.”

“I feel like I could lose control and wreck my life.”

“It’s a fatphobic myth that you can’t be fat and disciplined. You can live however you want at whatever size you want to be. Health isn’t completely physical, it has to be mental as well. Maybe you will hurt some prospects if you gain or if you are known to have this fetish, but it would be a shame to live your one life with the burden of hiding.”

She reached for a drumstick and tore off a massive chunk with her mouth. “I am nothing lesser for enjoying that. And if I maybe get a little carried away, there can still be fun in that…” She then began to go to town on the drumstick while reaching for another one with her free hand. I approached, ready to join her, and she gave the extra drumstick to me without looking.

We both just gorged ourselves on chicken for a few minutes without acknowledging the other, until she said, “Oh wow! Definitely feeling what you were earlier! Wooow!” She gestured towards her stomach, which visibly bulged out slightly from behind her dress. She paused for a moment then looked back at me devishly. “…I guess it’s kinda unfair that I get to see you shirtless and you don’t get to see me, huh?” She then began to pull off her dress.

She was notably skinny for someone who just gave the speech she did and who just downed multiple drumsticks. She was about my height but everything about her felt small. Small breasts, small arms, small belly. Although she was currently presenting a hard to miss beach ball stomach, this was clearly an aberration from her usual appearance. What wasn’t an aberration were her slight bubble butt and somewhat meaty thighs.

I looked back up her smiling at me, hands still on her stomach. “Now…it’s only fair I see you in your underwear…” I followed her command with a laugh, and watched her eyes take stock of my body. She had already spent plenty of time admiring my bloated stomach, but she paid special attention to its release from behind my pant button. She approached me, took my hand, and placed it on her belly while touching my belly with her other hand. “We’re in this together. Also, I’m glad your happy to see me.” She laughed while looking downwards. “Oh, uh, yeah.” I said awkwardly and she began to trace along my belly and to my forming lovehandles with the tips of her fingers. “Let’s make this guy bigger, yeah?” She said sultrily.

We went to my couch and I began to eat the drumsticks like my life depended on it. Without my pants straining against me and with a half naked girl cuddling me, this was an easier task then I expected. “Hey, let’s split the cake, okay?” She said. I nodded and she took out two forks before jamming her’s directly in the cake.

She started to take chunks haphazardly from the cake and shove them into her mouth. She shot me an expectant look and I proceeded to follow her example. Once about half of the cake was left, she relaxed and joyfully began to rub her belly. “Sooo good!” She said in an exhale. She looked back at be, “Thank you for this.”

And so began our mutual transformation.