Chapter 1: The Injury

Molly squeezed with all her might. The button of her jeans in her right hand, the hole in her left. In the middle was her recently expanded belly, the waist of her jeans digging into it. She strained, using whatever muscle was left to do them up. One final push and Molly manages to catch the button.

She exhales in relief, trying to catch her breath back. As she does, she turns around to see herself in the mirror. Her belly pluming over the sides of her jeans. It catches her by surprise. These are her favourites as well. She frowns, poking her fat.

What happened to those abs? Molly thought. She sucks her stomach in, momentarily rectifying her problem. She releases and her fat surges forwards, filling out the jeans. I mean, jeez, you skip one gym session…


Six weeks earlier.

Molly, a 26 year-old professional rugby player, strolls down the high street. She’s wearing gym shorts and a hoodie carrying a big training bag over her shoulder. Molly is a stocky, muscular young woman. Her shoulders were always broad, but when she started to take rugby seriously, she packed on size. Her massive legs could crush a watermelon, the teardrops on her quads thunder with every step. The thing she loved the most about her new physique was how big her bum got. Now it wasn’t small to begin with, but the regular weight training had transformed it from a soft peach into a juicy booty.

Molly reaches her rugby club and walks through the gates. She waves at her teammates getting out of their car as she walks through into the changing rooms. Molly is the first one there. She takes off her hoodie to reveal a sports bra and a chiseled set of abs. She unzips her bag and pulls out a training vest. She pulls it over her head as Elyna, Molly’s partner in the centre, walks into the changing room.

‘Woah, looks like that vest is getting a little tight on you, Mol!’ Elyna celebrates. She grabs the back of Molly’s vest and helps pull it down. She checks the label. ‘A medium?! Ah mon dieu, you’re going to need a large!’ Molly flexes her muscles, the material of the vest straining under her bulk.

‘I kinda like it.’ Molly reasons. She walks over to the mirror, examining her physique. She prods her muscles. She finishes up by cupping her boobs with her hands. ‘I do wish my tits were bigger though…’ She smiles wryly at Elyna, who only rolls her eyes and leads them through into the gym.

Molly sits down for lunch by herself. She loves spending time with people, but a sense of independence has always been prevalent in her life. She looks at her plate of food: a chicken burger, twenty chicken tenders, chips, salad and a bowl of yoghurt. Molly understands that to get bigger you have to eat bigger. She devours the entire plate before the team even arrives in the canteen. So, when they do, she joins the back of the line and helps herself to seconds. Molly was always a big eater so her active lifestyle and focus on weight training meant this was a huge benefit.

Molly joins Elyna and a couple of other girls. Elyna is a big character. Like Molly, she is a muscular woman. Larger up top, with slimmer legs and bum. Her face is gorgeous. Classic French beauty. Molly finds herself staring at her from time to time, wondering what it would be like to rip her clothes off. Like now. She snaps out of it.

‘This session is going to be a tough one. Hey, Carrie. You thought of your excuse yet?’ Elyna says to Carrie. Carrie smiles and retorts, ‘my hamstring is at me again.’

Elyna shakes her head, ‘oh that one again…’ The coach comes out and shouts into the canteen, ‘Finish up ladies, we’re on the pitch in 10 minutes.’ Everyone starts packing down their food. Molly has already finished and heads back to the changing room.

On the pitch, training is in full swing. It is a contact session, which means that the girls are tackling each other hard, getting ready for the weekend. Molly has the ball in her hand and runs towards the player, sidestepping her. The girls take the mick out of the girl who missed the tackle. Molly smiles and kicks the ball back to the person next.

Molly feels her muscular quads, pumped from the morning gym session and training. She feels good about herself and it shows. Elyna shouts over at Molly. ‘Hey Mol! Lemme tackle you. Put you in your place.’

Molly smiles back as she catches the rugby ball. She runs at Elyna who hits Molly really hard, snapping her Achilles tendon. Molly screams in pain and the medics rush over. She is quickly put on a stretcher and taken to hospital.


Two weeks later

Molly sits at home, wallowing in self pity. She gets up and limps over to the fridge, opening it to find nothing inside. Frustrated, she slams the door shut. She goes back to the couch and flops onto it. Some of Molly’s muscles have already started to diminish. The sad reality of injury. She tried going to the gym to train upper body, but was found by the team’s physiotherapist, and banned for three months.

Molly gets out her phone. Don’t do it, Mol… Molly opens up the app store and types in Your Door, the local food delivery service. Mol. You’ve never had takeout in your life. Don’t start now!

Molly taps the download button. 'What’s one takeaway going to do? I’ll go to the shops tomorrow.’ Molly surfs social media, looking at Elyna’s story. She’s at the gym, looking sexy as ever. Molly goes to type a message: hey, you free tonight?x

Your Door sends her a notification to sign in just as she’s about to hit send. Molly clicks on it and makes her profile:

Name: Molly Dawson
Age: 26
Height: 5’ 6”
Weight --

Weight? Why does it want to know my weight? Molly thought to herself. She tried to think of it and couldn’t remember so she gets up and limps over to the bathroom. She steps on the scale and waits for the reading. ‘170.4 pounds,’ the electric voice of the scale reads back to her. Molly frowns. 'That’s six pounds lost… and why’s that bloody voice on? That’s for fat people who can’t see over their bellies.' Molly squats down on her good leg and turns off the voice function.

Molly sits back down on the sofa and puts in her weight:

Weight: 170 lbs
Location: Loughborough
Body type:

Molly, again, wonders why they need to know this. She clicks on it and it gives her a list of options: Skinny, Slim, Average, Curvy, Chubby, BBW -- What’s BBW? Molly googles BBW and is faced with pictures of pretty, but fat women. Molly nods slowly and continues through the options: BBW, SSBBW, Athletic, Muscular, Yoked. Molly chuckles and puts Yoked.

Molly gets through to the menu and it is her dream. All the chicken you can eat for so cheap. Why haven’t I been doing this the whole time? She thinks. Molly adds a family meal of chicken wings, two large fries and baked beans to her basket and hits order. She takes a quick shower, toweling off. She looks at herself in the mirror, flexes her muscles. She doesn’t feel as pumped as she used to. In fact, her motivation has plummeted. Her train of thought is interrupted by the ring of the doorbell.

Molly throws on the vest she wore the day she tore her Achilles and some loose joggers. She answers the door and takes the food from the driver, a short, cute young lady, who must be a student. She doesn’t even look at Molly, just hands the food and turns around, buried in her phone. Molly doesn’t take offence. She closes the door and sets her meal down on the coffee table, tearing open the bag. She eats the food quickly, licking her fingers as she finishes a wing. 'Oh my god that sauce! It’s amazing.' Molly gushes to herself.

Before she knows it, Molly has polished off 25 chicken wings, two bags of fries and a huge tub of baked beans. Her stomach rumbles. 'More?!' Molly can’t believe she is still hungry. 'But I’ve literally done nothing today. Oh well, the stomach wants what the stomach wants.' Molly orders another load of chicken wings and goes to order. She stops just as she does. 'No. That’s not right. I should order two lots in case I’m hungry later.' Molly nods and adds another portion onto her order and clicks pay.