Chapter 2 - The first signs of hope…

Taylor had never expected to fall for Jade so fast. It really took him by surprise. Without much effort they had just seemed to fall into a natural rhythm in conversation— and Taylor could tell from the beginning that Jade was attracted to him. She had an amazing laugh that made her seem to glow from the inside. His inhibitions over dating a skinny girl melted away in the moment. They both left that night at the festival laughing like kids and promising to get together again soon for lunch or coffee.

Taylor couldn’t remember when he had had so much fun with a woman. She was inescapably hilarious and very in tune with current events of the world, which he respected. For once, the horny side of his personality had been pushed aside, and all he knew was that he wanted to spend more time with this lovely woman.

That had been 4 years ago now, Taylor thought, as he made the bend around his subdivision’s entrance…anticipating his doom.

After that night at the festival, things had moved surprisingly slowly, which Taylor hadn’t minded at all considering the fresh mess of his last relationship. Jade was also still the thinnest girl he had ever considered being in a relationship with, and it had him somewhat on the fence. She was a catch for any man, but Taylor was already imagining what Jade’s body could look like with an extra 50 lbs on it. He liked what he liked. He decided to let things play out, and not overthink the situation. At the very least, he and Jade could still maybe become good friends.

The two of them continued to meet up and flirted over the next four months while Taylor got adjusted to striking up landscaping work in a new town, and Jade poured more of her efforts into nursing school.

Most of the time they hung out in group settings, but on two different nights since December she had crashed at his place after pulling some late night training shifts at the hospital. They enjoyed each other’s company, made out a few times, and fooled around— but their work and school schedules made it tough to get together as often as they would have liked.

One night in April, Jade called and asked Taylor if he would be down to have a movie night at his place. It had been over three weeks since they had found time to get together. He offered to grill some burgers since he was more of a grill man than a cook. She worked out some time off and said she was really looking forward to getting together.

Taylor had a feeling she might have been hinting at more than “just” a movie night over the phone. He knew it was only a matter of time before she would want to have sex, and he had been mentally preparing himself for it. He liked Jade a lot, but again he was all too aware of himself and his sexual desires— and he was feeling self conscious and worried that his dick might not be able to go the full mile— for lack of a better phrase. The last three woman he had been with had all been over 200 lbs…and Taylor’s deeper fantasies had always involved women much, much larger than that.

When Jade showed up at Taylor’s door, something immediately felt different to him.

He couldn’t exactly be sure…but Jade looked a little…thicker than the last time they had hung out. It was something in her stance. She was wearing a pretty baggy sweatshirt, however, and he chalked it up in the moment to that.

At dinner, however— Taylor watched with piqued interest as she wolfed her cheeseburger and two IPA beers down almost within minutes— immediately asking for seconds. Her conversation was funny and polite, but Taylor could tell that something was bothering her.

She polished off another cheeseburger and a half plus several links of sausage, and followed it up with almost half of a small cheesecake Taylor had stocked in the fridge for dessert. Afterwards she made it through two more beers and more than a row of Oreo’s within the first 30 minutes of the terrible horror film they had picked out.

Taylor felt distracted from the very start of the film by her unusual appetite and demeanor over the whole evening. It was definitely out of character. She had never eaten like this on dates before. Was she nervous about sex too?

She finally unbuttoned her jeans about halfway into the movie— clearly feeling some uncomfortable pressure on her stomach—- while her right hand continued to cram what was left of the “movie theater style” popcorn bag into her mouth.

Taylor couldn’t help but count the calories she had consumed in the last two hours and embarrassingly sprouted an erection underneath her other hand— which had been coincidentally clasped tightly in his. It didn’t take her long to notice. They both could feel the sexual tension rising in the room.

What had caused this binge-like appetite to come over her? Had Jade really been that stressed out recently with school and work? Was this how she decompressed? Or was she just psyching herself out before she planned to get laid? Taylor only had a moment to wonder.

He stopped thinking when Jade finally made the first move and kissed him. Soon she was pulling her sweatshirt off— and it all of a sudden became clear to Taylor that Jade had put on atleast 10-15 pounds since they had met. Most of it had gone straight to her now noticeably protruding lower belly.

Had she put on that weight in just the last three weeks? That would have been quite a feat, but not impossible. Womens’ body weights often fluctuated with hormones, sometimes bloating with water weight. He knew it was also plausible it had just been creeping up slowly for the last two months underneath some of her “less than revealing” casual clothes she tended to wear. Some women are really great at hiding that kind of thing. Either way, the moment of truth had arrived for Taylor.

Even though Jade was far from Taylor’s idea of a BBW, the way her belly seemed to take on the added weight alone made the juxtaposition to her otherwise slim frame undeniably sexy— and all at once he had a vision of the glorious fat goddess she could grow to be if she continued to gain. He let his mind wander, playing out the fantasy as she leaned over to finish pulling her jeans off.

That night, they made love three times…staying up until the sunrise and telling dumb but endearing stories about humiliating moments in their past lives…then debating the story arc over the final seasons of Game Of Thrones— finally settling on the fact that George R.R. Martin needed to stop bitching and just re-write the convoluted fan service events that continued on only in the TV series after Book 5. They eventually passed out in each other’s arms, sleeping through most of the next afternoon.