Chapter 4 - Summer Lovin'

After Spring Break, I decided I would start to bulk. You know, for next year’s Spring Break. I wanted to be even bigger than this year. I realised - very early - but I had no plans nor funds to go away this year. So, I got myself onto a bulking diet called the ‘see food’ diet. This is basically where I could eat anything I saw because I needed to consume as many calories as possible. A lot of fun, let me tell you. I was now meal prepping at double my portion size, aiming to consume about 4500 calories a day. Most of the time, however, I went over.

I became a human dust bin. Whenever I went out for dinner with Paige and her friends, I’d eat whatever food was left on their plates. If I was out shopping and saw a doughnut stand, I’d have to get one. All my tea and coffee had creamer in it. It was brilliant and I was really seeing some results. My body was swelling with the excess of calories and coupled with the gruelling training Paige and I did, I was starting to get really big. Just before we left for summer holidays, I weighed myself and was 190 lbs. That shook me. Wow, 190 lbs and I was normally pretty fat.

I looked at my body in the mirror and liked what I saw. I had big, chunky legs with nice tear drops forming on my quads, my ass and hips were getting their dues but still retained their natural, genetic jiggle, and my arms were getting swole. I raised them up into a double bicep pose and they looked bigger than a lot of guys in the gym. The only downside to all this eating was the layer of fat on my belly. I poked at it and it wobbled like jello. I kinda liked it. Ah well, it’s only going to get bigger.

I got an internship at a law firm in the town over from where my parents lived, which happily was right beside a gym. So, my summer vacation was spent working, training and eating. I also met Craig. He was an intern at the law firm who also went to Harvard. I met him at work. ‘Hey, I’m Craig,’ he introduced himself. ‘Grace. Nice to meet you,’ I replied. He smiled and pointed at me, ‘you’re Grace Fallon, right? From the gym?’ I blushed, loving how he associated me with the gym. I nodded. Craig smiled wider, ‘I knew it. You look incredible by the way.’ I was about ten pounds heavier by now wearing a black work dress which fit me for when I interviewed. The tight waist dug into my belly and stretched over my fat ass. Across the shoulders, I was almost bursting out. Partly due to my mass, but also because my tits had grown significantly.

‘Says you,’ I complimented him back. Craig wasn’t much taller than me, but had a great athletic body. We got to talking throughout the night, barely leaving each other’s side. Eventually, after a few drinks, Craig confessed, ‘I’ve actually had a huge crush on you for a while now… you know we’re in the same classes right?’ I had no clue, but smiled, ‘do you now? That’s interesting…’ Craig loved me teasing, ‘how about we go out some time? On a date?’ I gave him my phone and texted my number to him. I left shortly after, driving home.

Craig texted me the next day and we arranged to go out for dinner and a movie. I wondered what I should wear. Or, more aptly, what I could wear. My wardrobe had been decimated by my gain and the only things that barely fit me were my work clothes and gym attire. I went out shopping on my day off and perused the local mall. I quickly found that most of the high street stores weren’t catered to my body. I have an unusually wide hips at the best of times let alone with my added mass, so trying to find something that I could haul over my dump truck was almost impossible. I never considered myself thick until now. It actually turned me on thinking about how I had outgrown mainstream clothing.

I found a lightweight short skirt at JCPenny. I asked the sales assistant about what size she thought I was. I saw her face drop as I spun around, revealing the extent of what I was working with. She giggled, ‘damn babe, let me check the largest size we have…’ I chuckled to myself too. Not sure what I was expecting. The lady returned, ‘the biggest we’ve got is a size 16.’ She handed me the skirt and a top. ‘These will go together nicely.’ She pointed me to the changing rooms and I went to try them on. I stripped off my sports shorts and t-shirt and tried the skirt on first. I got it halfway up my thighs when they got stuck. Maybe if I give them a little tug… I thought. Nope, they ripped. I tried the top on and it was miles too small. My arms looked like sausages inside and when I put them down to my side the collar split from the shoulders.

I got so horny, I started to play with myself in the changing rooms. I saw a vest someone had left from before and put it over my head. It barely covered my boobs and when I exhaled, I could hear the material begin to give way. I fingered myself more, the pleasure of being too big for the clothes was so arousing. I then looked at myself in the mirror, tensing my muscles. I climaxed, pausing on the spot in pleasure. ‘Everything OK in there?’ The sales assistant said. ‘No,’ I said, ‘I’ve ripped both items.’ The lady giggled again, ‘don’t worry. Just leave them there.’ I put my clothes back on and headed out. ‘Sorry about that,’ I started but she was having none of it. ‘Don’t worry. A big girl like you is bound to run into these problems.’ I smiled. She continued, ‘can I recommend this other store, a boutique, about half a mile away? They should be able to find something that fits you.’ I thanked her and left the shop.

I ended up finding a boutique that sold clothes targeted at women with my crazy figure. I spent most of my month’s wage on clothes there. In my defence, they looked great and actually fit me, complimenting my figure nicely. I wore a short black leather skirt and a white tank top for my date with Craig. It went really well and we gelled quickly. We both had a mutual love of the gym and food. I ordered twenty wings to start. Craig, bless him, thought we were sharing. I let him have a few, but explained to him my ‘see food’ diet and he nodded. ‘Yeah I’ve done that before, but found I always ended up getting fat --’ Craig stopped himself, realising his mistake. I raised my eyebrow at him. ‘Oh really?’ I said sarcastically, ‘fat, you say? That’s nice to know...’ I emphasised my joke by scoffing two more wings, licking the buffalo sauce off my fingers as seductively as I could. Craig then started apologising profusely, but I just burst out laughing. ‘You Americans will never get our British sarcasm. You’re funny, Craig.’ He sighed with relief and laughed along with me. ‘I have a lot to learn,’ he admitted. I gave him a wing as a peace offering.

I had a triple burger and double portion of fries alongside. Craig ate more modestly. ‘So, what are your goals for the gym?’ I asked him. He finished his mouthful and said, ‘I’m sort of happy with where I’m at, but just want to get bigger. Like a lot bigger.’ I pointed at my huge burger and then to his measly meal. He laughed, ‘yeah, I know. Not sure how yet. What about you?’ I started, ‘I want to get bigger too. Like, I love the size I am now, but feel like I could be more. Lift heavier and that. I like my legs though. They’re alright.’ I felt Craig’s hand run up my thigh. ‘Yeah, I like them too.’ I smiled as he did so.

We got the bill and paid for dinner. Craig took me to the movies after and we saw the new Fast and Furious film. There was barely anyone in the cinema and we were sitting at the back. After a few drinks and a steamy conversation at dinner, we were in the mood to fool around. I got on top of Craig and he slid his erection in. Compared to Frank, Craig was quite small, but he knew what he was doing. Somehow he managed to make it work in a tight space. I started to bounce up and down on him and he matched my pace thrusting up. It was so hot, especially in public. It was in a big action scene where it was loud we started to orgasm and cum. As we did, a torch shone on us. ‘Hey. You two perverts. You’re coming with me!’ The security guard for the complex yelled at us. I ran at him, using my size to bowl him over. ‘Run!’ I yelled. We dashed out laughing and to a bar. I felt so alive. I was always such a goody two shoes, never in trouble. That night I went back to Craig’s for a few more rounds. We started to date and became official just before going back to Harvard.