Chapter 5 - Ava Moves In

January 2021

The government announced another lockdown. Ava and I had been so courteous of all the rules, but felt like this was one too far. So, early on in January, she drove to mine with a carload of her belongings and moved in.

I stood in my building’s garage as she pulled in, beaming as she reversed into her new parking spot. She got out and rushed to me, giving me a warm hug. ‘Oh it’s been too long, Josh!’ She said, ‘I don’t wanna let go.’ I didn’t either, but it was really cold. We grabbed as much out of her car as we could carry and brought it up to my flat.

I opened the door and awaited her response. Ava walked in and noticed the desk I had built beside the kitchen. She hugged and kissed me again. ‘Where will we eat?’ She asked. I told her we’d eat off our laps for now, but I'd find another dining table. ‘Well, my parents have one spare at home. They could bring it down one weekend, maybe when this is all over?’ Ava suggested. I nodded, ‘sounds like a plan.’

Ava took off her coat to reveal her slimmer frame. I suddenly felt a pang of disappointment. She was wearing a white turtleneck jumper, which fitted closely. Her boobs were still on the smaller side and her pooch had diminished. Moving down, she wore a skirt not dissimilar to her McDonald’s one which fit her much better than the uniform. ‘Well,’ she said, ‘what do you think?’ I was perplexed. Ava rolled her eyes and said, ‘my body. All that walking we did really paid off!’ I couldn’t help but admit, ‘you do look amazing. Not that you didn't before but --' I stopped myself before continuing, ‘well done, Ava. I knew you could do it.’ She smiled as she took a bag into my room and started unpacking.

That January was like the previous April. We worked out together everyday, went on runs and hikes, and had a lot of sex. It was so nice to train with someone in person again who shared Ava’s enthusiasm. She was storming her job too, earning a raise and with the lockdown, wasn’t required to be in the office as much.

Then, towards the end of the month, we both came down with Covid. Luckily, we weren’t too badly affected by it, but it did stop us from working out. We sat on the sofa and played through The Witcher 3 together for the couple of weeks we were sick. That was a lot of fun. Ava had a good habit of making the best of a bad situation.

Josh: 198 lbs
Ava: 152 lbs


February 2021

After we recovered from Covid, we felt compelled to step up our work. I was developing a new app with Giles from university, who was working for some Fintech company in London and hating it. He was glad to have a project he cared about. We’d both subscribed to most fitness apps at the time and had identified some common issues amongst them. As you can tell, this kept us very busy, so as well as working out and coaching, my time was pretty full.

Meanwhile, Ava’s role had slowed down considerably. She was able to do all her work by midday, and just left YouTube compilations on all day to keep her laptop on. Instead, she just sat and played video games. I’d join her one evening and help out, then come back the next day with no idea where she was because she’d advanced the story so far. This lack of stimulation from her job had affected her activity too. Our daily workouts were lucky to be weekly, and I could see her diet slipping. She was on a good salary so wasn’t put off by the price of ordering multiple food deliveries a day. I could start to see where this was going.

Late into February, I convinced her to do a workout with me. We went to the park and I set up a circuit for us to do. We got about halfway through before she called quits. Her breathing was laboured, she was sweating a lot and felt like she was going to be sick. I dropped her home and went to my next appointment. When I returned home, she was back playing video games.

Josh: 198 lbs
Ava: 152 lbs


March 2021

Ava’s lifestyle had ground to a halt. She was a full on couch potato, snacking endless amounts of crisps and drinking a lot of fizzy drinks. The biggest change she made was dying her hair black. I tried switching it to zero sugar options, but saw when our shop arrived, she’d changed it back to full fat. We had a few fights over things like this, which nearly always ended up in her storming out.

Towards the end of March, Ava came back in after we had a bust up. She had calmed down, and even apologised to me for snapping, ‘I’m sorry, Josh. I just feel really guilty when you shame me for things like that.’ I hold her shoulders and bring her in for a hug, comforting her, ‘I’m not shaming you! I love you for who you are, but you can’t keep changing my food order. I’m buying them for me. Add whatever you want on top.’ Ava looked at me, a smile in her eyes, ‘really?’ I nodded. She rested her hands on my chest. I squeezed her tight.

She parted and sat back down on the sofa. I looked down at my t-shirt and noticed a new ketchup stain. I joined Ava on the sofa and noticed ketchup all over her hands. ‘Where did you just go?’ I checked with her. ‘Oh, just to KFC,’ she answered, nonchalantly. I then started to piece things together. Did she do this every time we fought, I asked myself, for the past month? I looked at Ava. She was wearing a tank top and leggings. I could see her starting to get chunkier again around her midriff. She snuggled up against me and handed me the controller. ‘You’re turn…’ I took over and died almost immediately. We both laughed. ‘You’re so bad at this,’ Ava pointed out, in between her giggles.

Josh: 203 lbs
Ava: around 172 lbs


April 2021

On our one year anniversary, Ava and I did the magical thing of staying in and doing nothing, per what was legal. I was really gutted, but she wasn’t. She had planned a great day for us. We’d start with a big breakfast and work our way round the flat, doing different activities and games she had invented. Some were innocent, most were sexual. We explored each other’s wants and desires. This is where we found out the most about one another.

In the evening, we came to our last game. Ava explained the rules, ‘This game is “Truth or truth?” We each ask a question. If you can’t answer it, you take a shot. If the other person wants to know they take a shot. Then, if you really don’t want them to know, you remove one item of clothing.’ I beamed at her creativity. ‘In that case, let me put on a few more layers…’ I quipped, as Ava giggled, a little tipsy.

I went first and asked Ava, ‘Truth or truth?’ She paused, scratching her chin as if in deep thought. ‘Ermmm… truth!’ She said, confidently. ‘OK,’ I said, pondering my first question. ‘If you could change one thing about my body, what would it be?’ Now this was a sexual game, so she wasn’t going to say my nose hair. I could see her thinking before a grin appeared. She drank her shot, so I drank mine. She couldn’t contain her smile. ‘I think you should have gotten circumcised,’ she admitted. We both roared with laughter, I had tears in my eyes. ‘What -- why?’ She shrugged, stating, ‘I never said we had to reason it.’

Ava asked, ‘Truth or truth?’ I responded with, ‘Truth.’ She leant back and thought, then it came to her. ‘What is the one thing we haven’t done already that you’d like to do?’ I knew she meant something of a licentious nature, and I had one in mind. At this time of year, her skin was a fair, porcelain colour, and she had dyed her hair black last month. I said, as plainly as I could, ‘I want us to roleplay as Yennefer and Geralt from The Witcher…’ Ava bit her lips as I continued, ‘in the forest…’ Ava took her jumper off. ‘What are you doing I asked?’ She replied as she tossed her jumper away, ‘oh, I just made up a rule that if the other person’s response is so good, we have to take off an item of clothing.’

I went again, ‘Truth or truth?’ Ava said, ‘Truth.’ I had another question loaded, ‘when did you first have a crush on me?’ Ava’s mouth dropped. I laughed cheekily. She shook her head and did a shot. So did I. She took her top off. So did I. ‘Please, Josh…’ I wasn’t going to let up. Ava took her leggings off. I took my joggers off. We both sat there in our underwear, a stalemate had formed. ‘Fine,’ she said. ‘You won’t remember this. You were so drunk. But, in the first year of uni, we hooked up.’ My mouth dropped. ‘Like I said, you were so drunk. It was really bad sex,’ Ava said frankly, making both of us laugh, ‘but you were so sweet and tender… right until you threw up on my blanket and I kicked you out.’ I couldn't believe it, ‘why did you never say anything?’ Ava shrugged, 'by the time I saw you again in the SU, you were with your ex. But, as they say, good things come to those who wait.’ I was equally touched and mortified by this revelation. I kissed Ava, ‘Thank you for that. You can put some clothes back on if you like?’ Ava grinned, ‘no way. This is my game, I make up the rules. Once they’re off, they’re off!’

‘Truth or truth?’ Ava asked. ‘Truth,’ I replied. She had one in the barrel, ‘do you have a fat fetish?’ I could feel myself go red, and did a shot. She did hers. I took my socks off. ‘No fair,’ Ava said. I shrugged. She took off her vest, revealing her chubby belly. It jiggled as she lifted the top past her tits and above her head. I could see rolls of fat forming on her sides, her belly button almost covered now. She looked at my underwear. The truth was pretty obvious now and she had called my bluff. I removed my boxers to produce a throbbing erection. ‘Yes,’ I said, simply. Ava nodded. She looked down at her belly and smiled, rubbing it.

Her gaze returned to me, ‘I thought you did. Our sex had always been good, but it seemed to get better the heavier I became. Do you know… why?’ I shook my head, ‘no. My ex was slim and athletic, but the girl I cheated on her with wasn't.’ Ava shuffled up beside me. ‘Let’s see her.’

I felt compelled to show Ava and explain myself. I pulled up Lexi’s instagram. Ava clicked on the photo from the holiday we met on. Lexi stood on the sunny beach in a bright lemon bikini, far too small for both her G cup boobs and massive ass, covered in dimples and cellulite. She had a paunch that hung low over her bikini bottoms.

Ava looked and commented, ‘she’s stunning.’ I looked at Ava, cradling her belly. ‘Do you think I’d look that good that big?’ She asked me. I said, ‘I bet you’d look even better…’ Ava started to breathe heavily. She took my hand and placed it on her tummy, instructing, ‘pinch it…’ I obeyed, grabbing a soft, small chunk of her belly fat, so aroused. Ava continued to breathe deeply, closing her eyes. I leant down on my back and she got on top, beginning to grind on my hard penis with her underwear. ‘Touch my belly, Josh,’ she told me. I rubbed my hands on her, slowly working my way around the spongy tum. She continued to grind, moaning as she did. Faster and faster, I could feel myself about to finish. As I did, she started to seep out cum herself. Ava looked down at her wet underwear, feeling it. ‘Wow,’ she whispered.

I stopped begging Ava to workout with me and left her to sit on the couch playing PlayStation. I added more food onto our online orders: lots of crisps, cakes and calorific snacks. Ava ate them all. Apparently my additions weren't enough, because as we put our shopping away at the end of the month, I noticed extra stuff Ava had added on. She smiled wickedly at me, opening a box of donuts right in front of me and eating them two at a time. I couldn’t believe my luck. After dinner that night, we were watching some movie on the sofa. She asked, ‘how much do you think I weigh?’ I wasn’t sure. Ava dragged me into the bathroom where she got on my scales.

Josh: 204 lbs
Ava: 180 lbs