Destined Pig

Chapter 1 - New developments

Austin was staring at his girlfriend curiously. They were supposed to have a night out, but Angie decided last minute that she’d rather stay in and watch TV, and Austin didn’t care either way. He loved his girlfriend, and if she was happier staying in then he was happy to let her do so. The thing is, he was starting to notice a trend.
Angie sat on their couch, lit only by the changing light of the TV. She was wearing the tank top that she was going to wear out, but no pants, and had one of her hands buried in a party-size bag of peanut butter M&M’s. The first thing that caught his eye was how tight her clothes were getting. Her underwear was this flimsy, seamless fabric that had somehow scrunched and folded itself under the weight of her thick thighs and midsection. Truth be told, he could barely tell she was wearing any at all from this angle. And then her tank top… it looked like it could’ve been a bra (one that could’ve been retired a couple sizes ago). Her posture was awful, slouched against the couch at an angle that really didn’t do her any favors. She looked like a glutton.
Now, Angie was by no means fat. She had the silhouette of a girl that had been skinny her whole life and just didn’t think her metabolism would ever catch up with her. Not fat, honestly not even chubby, but bigger than her itty bitty clothes were used to. When they got together, Angie was absolutely tiny. At 5’2” and 100lbs soaking wet, she was thinner than anybody Austin had ever dated. But her personality was just explosive and bright, and every time they hung out Austin felt more and more like he could see himself really loving this girl. So they eventually got together, and hadn’t looked back.
The first couple years were a definite honeymoon phase for the two, attached at the hip and constantly wishing they could spend every waking moment with each other. After a while it only made sense to move in together, so they saved up and planned it all out. They got lucky enough to have help from Angie’s mom—a realtor—and landed a nice little 2 bed, 1.5 bath rental in a private neighborhood. It had only been a month or so since they’d fully moved in, and Austin was starting to notice his girlfriend settling into some comfort weight. You know, you’ve got the freshman 15 (something the two narrowly avoided), and you’ve got happy relationship weight. You get comfortable, cozy, start slowing down a little and stop paying so much attention to what you eat and how you look. Austin constantly told Angie how perfect and beautiful she was, and she’d never really had bad self esteem to begin with, so the weight was starting to creep on without notice.
The first time he mentioned it, Angie laughed at him.
“You sure those fit, baby?” He was standing in their bedroom doorway, waiting for her to finish getting ready to go out to lunch. Angie was trying to tug on an old pair of jeans, without much luck. She was wiggling into them, tugging the tight denim up her thighs. She paid no mind to Austin’s comment, and eventually got them past her thickened ass. They were still unbuttoned, but she spun around in front of the standing mirror and checked herself out. The cropped, long sleeve top she’d put on was also tight, but still looked more appropriate than the ill-fitting jeans.
“Of course they fit, see?” She said, struggling to button them. “Must be getting too small.”
“Or you’re just getting too big for them.” Austin mused. He wasn’t trying to call her fat, but even if he was he knew that Angie would never take it that way. She was rail-thin when they got together, and in her mind, she’s always stayed that way. Now, though, she took a slow and careful look at herself. The jeans were buttoned, but were obviously too tight. She had a burgeoning muffin top peeking up from the waistband, but it didn’t make her look fat. Just like a thin girl who had gotten a size too small by accident. Austin was almost in disbelief at what she concluded.
“I might’ve gained some weight,” she reasoned. “But it’s like, all gone to my ass and tits!” Seemingly unphased, she pranced past Austin out of the room to go put her shoes on. He watched her go, and thought about what she said. It’s true, a lot of the minimal amount she’d gained had so far gone there, giving her a much more mature look than she’d previously sported. She’d always been a part of the Itty Bitty Titty Committee, and hadn’t ever had much of an ass, but now she just looked like she was growing into herself. He decided he’d just take her shopping soon for this welcome development.