No Life or Fat With Her, Aka the Options

Chapter 1 - first coffee

I've always been a bit of a quiet guy. A programmer by trade, I spend most of my days staring at screens, immersed in code. But there was one thing that kept pulling my attention away from my work: her.

Her name was Olivia. She worked in marketing and came into the office every day with an air of elegance that made heads turn. She was... different. More curvaceous than the women I was used to, definitely bigger than the few I had dated. Her clothes, always perfectly tailored, hugged her figure in a way that had me captivated. Every curve, every line, perfectly accentuated. I often found myself distracted by the way her blouse gently pulled across her chest and the way her hips swayed as she walked, a hypnotic motion that left me staring. Once she bent over and the weight of her voluptuous breasts popped a button of her blouse open revealing her luxurious black bra.

I don't think she knew I existed. She was always busy, always surrounded by people, always the center of attention. But I couldn't help myself. Every time I saw her, I couldn't take my eyes off her. She was beautiful, confident, and somehow... untouchable.

But that day, in the office kitchen, something in me snapped. I had been eyeing her for too long now, and I knew it was time to act. I took a deep breath and walked toward her, my heart racing. She was standing by the fridge, casually taking out a large piece of cake - someone's birthday again, I guess.

"Hey, Olivia," I said, my voice uncharacteristically steady.

She turned, and for a brief moment, I thought I saw her raise an eyebrow at me. "Hi," she replied, her tone polite but not overly enthusiastic. She licked the whipped cream off her fingers from the cake and waited staring at me.

I almost lost my nerve, but I pushed forward. "I was wondering if you'd like to grab lunch with me this Saturday?"

She paused. I could see her eyes quickly scan me, taking in my skinny frame - probably comparing me to the guys she usually hung out with. She took a second to think, and then she did something unexpected. She reached into the cabinet above her and pulled out a scale.

I blinked, confused. "What...?"

"Step on it," she said with a mischievous grin.

I hesitated but did as she asked, stepping onto the scale. I could feel my heart pounding in my chest as I waited for the number to appear. It flashed on the screen: 128 pounds.

Olivia's eyes sparkled with amusement as she giggled softly. "You're 128 pounds? Huh," she said, as if she was considering something. "Here's the deal. I'll go out with you... but only if you gain seven pounds."

I stared at her, completely speechless. Gain weight? Was she serious?

She smiled again, and before I could say anything, she turned and walked out of the kitchen, leaving me dumbfounded and slightly embarrassed - still standing on the scale, staring in the direction she left.

I couldn't believe it. But as crazy as it seemed, there was something about the whole situation that made my heart race with excitement. A challenge. And I wasn't going to back down. "I won!" I thought to myself. Then I whispered it: "I won." And my smile couldn't leave my face for the rest of the day.

That evening, I went home and started to eat like I never had before. I devoured everything I could find in my kitchen, from pizza to ice cream to full bags of chips. My stomach ached from overeating, but I didn't care. I was determined. The next day, I went shopping - stocked up on everything I could possibly need. I researched how to gain weight the fastest, from calorie-dense foods to exercises that could help me along the way.

It wasn't easy. But over the next few days, I kept at it, shoveling food into my mouth at every opportunity. And then, finally, it happened. I stepped on the scale and saw the number I had been working for: 135 pounds.

I couldn't help but feel a sense of triumph as I walked into the office the next morning. I spotted Olivia in the kitchen again, and without missing a beat, I walked right to the cabinet, my stomach now stuffed from the constant overeating ached as I stretched out my arm to get the scale.

I stepped on it confidently and waited for the number to show without looking. She raised an eyebrow and then looked down at my belly, which was clearly fuller than before - then down on the scale and... her lips curled into a small, satisfied smile.

"Well, well," she said. "You really did it."

I nodded, trying to catch my breath.

"You want to go out for coffee?" she asked, her tone playful. "I'll even give you my number."

She handed me her phone, and I quickly input my digits, still in a daze. I left the office that day feeling like I'd won the lottery.

That night, I texted her, confirming the coffee plans. To my surprise, she responded almost immediately.

"By the way," she texted, "I love multiple desserts with my coffee. And you will have to keep up."

I couldn't help but smile at the challenge. I had no idea where this would go, but one thing was for sure: I wasn't backing down now.