Chapter 2 - Lockdown

April 2020

And so Ava and I started dating, just as we were put into quarantine. Typical. Giles went home to be with his mum, leaving Ava and myself in the house. Initially we were hesitant; a new couple living alone could spell trouble, but we surprised ourselves. When we weren’t having sex in the most promiscuous places we could think of in our house, Ava and I had so much fun to talking. I had missed that, a confidant you could gossip with all day.

I had also started my own PT business, taking advantage of the new market for training at home, or TAH, as I called it. It took off. I hosted classes daily on my app, seeing an exponential climb in members. Ava would join in on my classes, enthused to build on her physique with the additional time she had. As well as strength training, we’d go for runs and walks around the neighbourhood.

We decided to weigh ourselves at the end of every month, to track progress and see where improvements could be made.

Josh: 196 lbs
Ava: 132 lbs

I was happy with where I was at, and could see my trajectory clearly. Ava wanted to grow more, so I put her on a bulking diet plan of 2,800 calories a day.

May 2020

Not much changed in May really. We continued to get along and connect. Our workouts became daily as Ava was striving towards increasing her size. It was working as well. She was getting stronger and noticing little changes in her body, particularly her shoulders. The typical belief is big shoulders look ugly on girls, but Ava’s looked incredible.

Josh: 198 lbs
Ava: 138 lbs

June 2020

The end of university rolled around for both of us and we both started to take our exams more seriously. Even though I knew I wasn’t going to be a mathematician, pride prevented me from letting my grades slip. That said, I was prioritising my business perhaps too much, skipping online revision lectures and study sessions to take classes and coach clients.

Ava had all but given up on the working out, which was quite gutting. She’d worked hard on her body and I felt like she was my first, albeit unofficial, client. It felt like a failure, and she could sense this in me. After the exams, she promised she would get back into the regime.

End of June we had to move out of our house. We were joined by Giles and made one final roast dinner together on the last day, before proceeding to get really drunk, reminiscing about the good old days as we felt ourselves leaving them.

Josh: 197 lbs
Ava: 134 lbs


August 2020

Ava and I both moved back to our families. Her with her parents, me with Jamie, my sister and her boyfriend, Sam. We weren’t able to see each other which was really difficult, but we FaceTimed everyday, making the best of a bad situation. My PT business was roaring, and I signed an exclusive brand deal with MyProtein. As a result, I was able to move out and get a flat in the middle of town where I lived.

I offered Ava to move in, on a temporary basis. She declined, saying it felt too serious for her. I understood, and instead replaced the offer with a key and an open invitation to visit whenever she likes. She took me up on that and agreed to see me the following weekend, as she had to work. Ava had gotten a job at her local McDonald’s. Not her ideal first job, but she knew it was just to make ends meet. She assured me that it would allow her to stick to her training plan better, giving her more time.

That week, I could hardly think. I was so looking forward to seeing Ava. I gritted my teeth and got through the endless client Zoom meetings and made it to Friday, finishing my working day early so I could clean up. I knew she was arriving at 6 o’clock, so got our favourite meal in the oven: a roast dinner. I’d marinated the chicken overnight and could smell it as I heard the knock at the door.

I opened the door and saw Ava for the first time in nearly two months. I was stunned at what I saw. Ava was wearing a cropped top and shorts, both of which were too small on her. The short sleeves of the white top pinched the bottom of her shoulders, exposing the soft fleshy arms. Her midriff had lost all definition, and was strategically covered by her denim shorts. I watched her legs extend out below, fluffy. They jiggled as she stepped through into my flat.

Ava hugged me as if nothing had changed, and it hadn’t. She was still as gorgeous as ever. I took her bags and led her in, before giving her the tour. It wasn’t a massive place, but I furnished it nicely and it had everything I needed. Ava breathed in through her nose, complimenting the smell of my dinner. I told her it would be another hour. Her head slowly turned around, a seductive smile on her face.

I held her hand and took her into my bedroom. I was breathing so heavily, so excited. I could feel my penis against the lining of my shorts, harder than ever. Ava started so slowly, kissing my lips and my neck tenderly. She lifted up my hoodie, seeing the results of my summer cut. I took it off, bare chested, watching her outline my six pack with her nose. ‘Wow,’ I heard her mutter to herself. I didn’t think I could hold it much longer. I raised her to her feet, and began to take off her shirt. She hesitated.

‘Is everything OK, Ava?’ I asked, quietly. She started kissing me on the lips again and pushed me down to the bed, pulling down my shorts. Her fingers tenderly touched my shaft, tracing the veins. She took it in her grip, slowly applying pressure and moving her hand up and down.

After a minute, I said, ‘stop, Ava. I’m going to cum.’ She kept going. ‘Ava,’ I repeated, ‘stop.’ She let go and stood up. I followed, and started to take off her crop top again. Her hands clutched mine. I could see in her face something was wrong, but my arousal was getting in the way. I tried again and she batted my hands away.

‘Ava,’ I said softly, ‘sit down. What’s up?’ Ava sat down and looked down at her belly folding over her denim shorts. She swallowed, before saying, ‘I’m really sorry, Josh. But I got kinda tubby since going home.’ I breathed heavily, feeling even more aroused than before. Ava stood up and took off her top and shorts, giving me a look at her.

Her breasts were substantially larger now, fuller in the middle. Her nipples looked small in comparison. I looked down at her stomach, no longer flat but rounded and protruding slightly. I smiled up at her, before looking at her lower body. Her vagina still looked perfect, she’d shaved it freshly for me. She now had hip dips, with considerable size being added on compared to the last time I saw her. Her tanned legs lost all definition, but still had a great shape to them.

I walked to her and kissed her, firmer and stronger than ever. ‘You aren’t mad?’ Ava asked, after we finished. ‘No I’m not mad. You look more beautiful than ever!’ I assured her. I got down to my knees and began to lick her vagina, as if it was the first time again. It didn’t take long for her to get me onto the bed again and climb on top. She bounced up and down, rougher than before. Ava leant over and started to kiss me. I felt her boobs rest on my chest, heavier than before. She whispered in my ear, ‘fuck me, I’ve missed you…’ She bit my lip.

Spurred on, I span her over and penetrated her from behind. My penis is large, but narrows at the tip. I found doggy is the best position for me. Ava pinches together as I start to thrust. I feel myself about to cum and pull out just in time. Ava spins over and I finish on her belly. She laughs.

We lay in bed together. She rested her head on my abs. ‘This is new,’ Ava commented, rubbing my chest hair. I looked down at it, replying, ‘oh. Yeah. I got sick of shaving it.’ Ava continued to work her hand through it. She bit her lip and said, ‘I really like it. Feels like I’m sleeping with Superman.’ Ava was stroking my ego. I’ve been told I look like Henry Cavill in the past. But I fell for the bait. I lifted her up on top of me and started stroking her thighs until I heard the beeper going. ‘Shit,’ I said.

Dinner was served: a roasted chicken with all the trimmings. We tucked in, talking about work and life since uni. Ava had been putting some feelers out for jobs in her local council, but had no joy. From what she was telling me, it seemed like she really enjoyed working at McDonald’s. The previous weekend was her first two shifts as a team leader and she did very well. We moved onto fitness, where she fully confessed she’d stopped working out. It wasn’t fun for her when she wasn’t doing it with me, which I found sweet, but encouraged her to try. And if not, I said to just call me and we can do sessions over FaceTime. Ava agreed, and helped herself to some more chicken.

It wasn’t until the end of the meal, when I looked at the bird and the sides, I realised most of them had gone. As sad as it was, I was tracking my calories very precisely, so I knew exactly how much of everything I had eaten. I looked at Ava. Her cheeks full of food, the next bite ready on her fork. It was then I guessed Ava’s appetite had not diminished since I put her on the bulking plan, and maybe even increased. I was going to say something, but stopped myself. She was clearly sensitive about her weight, so I dropped it.

Sunday afternoon seemed to fly around. We’d spent the weekend together well, doing everything we used to do, bar exercise. When she was packing her things, I didn’t want her to go. I went into the bathroom where she said was packing up her makeup bag, but she was actually weighing herself. I caught a glimpse of the scales, followed by her reaction in the mirror. She looked concerned. I started to feel excited, so I walked away and waited for her to return.

With her bags packed, I made her promise to call the next morning for a workout. ‘It’ll be just like old times,’ I enthused. I handed Ava her own set of keys and she left. God I wanted her to move in. I was now alone with my thoughts and started to think about Ava’s weight gain, more to the point, why I was so turned on by it. I brushed it off as me just being horny from not seeing her in two months.

Josh: 191 lbs
Ava: 159 lbs