Chapter 5 - Present day/August 2022/The Breakup

Taylor was prepared for the worst when he pulled into his driveway. Jade had somehow found his fantasy journal. This was bad. It was filled with hastily written, half-finished tales and drawings of Jade blossoming into a much fatter woman…and he had written about so many intimate and kinky things he wanted to do to her in his darkest fantasies. It was supposed to be for his eyes only— an outlet for him to channel the unexplainable passion he carried for a fatter female form. Jade discovering it was embarrassing as hell, and hard to explain. He knew a very uncomfortable conversation was approaching.

When he opened the door, he found Jade sitting on their couch in a pair of once outgrown jeans she was starting to fit back into, and a tight fitting KISS t-shirt from their first concert together that hardly even covered her upper belly. She was still leafing through the Moleskine and reacted to Taylor’s entrance by trying to pull down her shirt to cover her exposed belly fat. It was purely instinctual, and a losing battle. Her wardrobe had long since been outfitted with larger clothes, but she was stubborn about the shirts she liked to wear around the house.

Taylor thought back to the 155 lb version of Jade, and compared the image in his mind with the significantly bigger woman before him. She was still incredibly sexy, even with her recent 20 lb loss. It really struck him in the moment. Her double D bra strap created several extra little rolls visible through the shirt on her back that he loved to brush his hands over when they made out. He was getting distracted.

“What the hell is this Taylor?” Jade asked as her eyes bore into him. She looked miffed, but also pretty angry. “Is this all you think about? You just want me to get even fatter than I am now?? What the fuck??”

Taylor couldn’t find the words.

“I know about your kink, Taylor— and I’ll even be the first to admit that I didn’t mind the little extra weight I put on after we moved in together…but LOOK at me now!”

Taylor tried to avert his eyes as if he had been scolded by a schoolteacher.

“I’m 230 lbs!! I’m fucking huge! And it’s mostly your fault! None of my clothes fit me…and I can barely look into a mirror anymore without fucking feeling insecure as shit. Thank God I wear scrubs every day and I can sometimes forget just how fat I am— but then I’ll bump into something with my stomach, or an old man I’m changing drips for will comment on how happy he is for my new baby on the way— and then I’m just fucking reminded again of how much of a lardass I’ve become!”

She stood up and put her hands on her stomach. She began jiggling it dramatically.

“LOOK at this! Am I not fat enough for you??”

Taylor stared at her large gut wobbling and started to spring an immediate erection. He knew he was in trouble, but he couldn’t help it…considering that she was shaking her fat in his face.

“…I guess if you had it your way, I’d be over 300 lbs!” She yelled both angrily and sarcastically.

Taylor winced. He kept his thoughts to himself. He was guessing she hadn’t read very far into his journal, thank God— or else she would have thrown a much larger number out in that statement.

“This is sick. I don’t even know what to think. I get that you have a fetish, and I know I let myself get carried away…but I don’t know that I want to be a part of this fantasy anymore.”

Tears were streaming down her face.

Taylor tried to mumble something in his embarrassment and couldn’t find the right way to say that he was sorry. He wanted to tell her that he loved her regardless of her weight, which was true…but deep down he knew that without sexual attraction, their relationship would be doomed. If Jade was planning to lose all of that weight or even a lot of it…it would be increasingly hard for him to find interest in sex with her. As he had to often remind himself, it was again just the way his body was wired.

They had come to an impasse.

After hashing out the worst of it…Jade and Taylor mutually agreed it would be best if they split up. The whole conversation happened over slobbery messes of tears and violent accusations— but when the dust settled and they began discussing housing, Taylor threw out the idea of them “sharing” the apartment for the time being.

The location was ideal for both of their jobs, and they had both grown accustomed to calling it “home”. Jade was already working 2-3 night shifts a week now and they settled to see if she could shift her entire schedule to nights. The hospital was always willing to take on additional nighttime help and she was naturally more of a night owl anyway.

They would split the apartment into two parts, they decided. It was an incredibly spacious ground floor unit that Taylor had found for a great price by some stroke of luck years ago, and was built more like the lower level of a large estate house. Jade would get the right wing bedrooms and would have the place most days from 8:00am to 9:30pm. There was a bathroom tied to the guest room there, and her room had it’s own convenient outdoor entrance.

Taylor would get the left wing of the apartment from 5pm to the morning before he would typically leave for work. The kitchen use would be shared, but neither of them cooked often anyway.

Weekend time management remained to be worked out, but both acknowledged it would be best if they aimed to avoid interaction as much as possible. Running into each other would just make things messier.

Three months went by and Taylor hardly caught a trace of Jade’s existence at the house. He was crushed. He truly missed her and felt as if he had royally fucked up things. He knew his fetishist behaviors were extreme by a lot of people’s standards…but mostly he regretted getting so wrapped up that he lost sight of his own relationship with the woman he loved.

The urges from his body were torn between his heart and his mind. He spent the next three months reflecting and focusing on his work and newly added business. The thought of dating another woman only crossed his mind once or twice…but some part of him still wanted to eventually work things out with Jade. He reached out more than once, hoping to maybe open a line of communication, but Jade had gone dark. She had become like a ghost.

It was two weeks later that he first encountered Sarah, and everything changed.