Chapter 1

After a few hours of tossing and turning in a bed that squealed its protests to its hefty new guest with each laborious movement, Trixie finally reached for her phone, her mind already formulating her next text to Justin. She’d waddled up the stairs as quickly as she could after being dismissed but Justin had stayed in the living room to bond with her father, sending her adorably excited little updates about how her father appreciated the bottle of whiskey and had given Justin a tour of his own collection.

They sat watching baseball as the smells of her mother's cooking floated up the stairs, but knowing that her sister would be there any second made Trixie feel the need to interrupt the impromptu bromance quickly forming between her boyfriend and her father so that she could press him for information.

‘Can you come upstairs pls?’ She typed. ‘I need to talk to u’

‘whats wrong babe?’ Justin sent back quickly, Trixie knowing him well enough to know that he didn't want to leave.

‘Pls just come,’ she responded a bit dryly, and moments later heard Justin making quick work of the stairs, a notable juxtaposition from the several minutes of wobbling, huffing, puffing, and panting that had characterized Trixie’s trip up the same set.

He knocked once, more to make her aware of his arrival than to ask for permission to enter, and his eyes lit up when he saw her, pulling the door behind him.

“Baby, you look amazing,” he breathed, crossing to the other side of the bed and placing his hands on either side of her perpetually swollen, overfed belly.

Her body shook at the slight movement and the rolls of back fat that were beginning to encroach her way to her middle quivered uncontrollably, the soft, newly gained flab overstuffing her midsection hypersensitive and therefore undulating at the slightest touch.

“Babe, stop,” she hissed as if her family could somehow hear the position of his hands from a floor away.

He immediately stepped back, that coy, slightly lustful smile that usually made her weak in the knees slowly creeping its way onto his face, and held up his hands in innocence.

“What?” he asked, his grin intensifying. “I can't tell my beautiful girlfriend that she looks good?”

“Not now you can't,” Trixie protested, placing both hands on the mattress in preparation to lift herself into a sitting position. “We have to talk about-”

She paused, straining as she realized that the combination of her weakened muscles and her insistence that Justin stop at a drive-through every few hours on their way down had left her too fat and too full to lift herself up. She struggled for a moment, pinkening as her flab-coated body wobbled with effort, then fell back to the bed with an unceremonious crash, the spindly and clearly weakening frame making its protests obviously known. She reddened further at the loud, unmistakable noise, praying that it had been more of a creak and less of a crack, and huffed lightly as she tried to catch her breath, realizing in the moment just how much larger she was since the last time she’d stayed in that room.

It was one thing to be aware of her weight, to know that the number had increased by a quantity that would've been unfathomable to her in her thin days, but to laying there helplessly with her gut protruding into the air and the blubber covering her entire overstuffed body shaking as she tested the limits of the bed frame truly put the entire situation into a new perspective.

Justin had turned her into a blob, a blob too fat to be recognized by her own mother. An overfed, out-of-control glutton who didn't have a hope of even getting out of bed by herself, much less of losing all the weight she’d piled onto her body. In fact, weight loss, or at least the discussion of it, was the reason she’d called Justin up in the first place, although his timing was convenient given she clearly needed his help to heave herself up without smashing the bed frame beneath her. She also needed to go over what they would say at the dinner table, a topic of conversation she’d been too anxious and too embarrassed to broach in the car.

“Can you help me,” she whispered as if Justin wasn’t well aware that helping his stuffed lover get up had become a daily part of their routine, aggressively attractive to him and humiliating for her.

He grinned wider and grabbed both of her chubby hands in his, his gym-toned strength easily heaving Trixie's fat-laden body from the mattress and allowing her to settle with her back against the headboard.

“Ok,” she said, even that light exertion enough to make her red in the face. “Ok. We need to talk about everything,” she insisted, trying not to look at him as she knew his eyes were glued to her body, particularly to the way that her stretch mark covered lower belly pushed its way out of the bottom of her straining t-shirt and onto her bulging, tubby thighs.

“Everything like what?” came Justin's response, the deep rumble of his voice confirming all too obviously that he was just as distracted by the scene in front of him as Trixie had suspected.

“Everything like…like everything,” Trixie repeated nonsensically. “My sisters will be here soon and, and my parents already saw me and, everything. It's just everything. What has my dad been saying to you?”

“That the Mets suck?” Justin responded with a shrug. “We’ve just been talking about whiskey and baseball, that’s it.”

“Right. He hasn't said anything about my weight?” Trixie scoffed, her words less of a question and more of a statement.

“I mean, not really,” Justin answered slowly, drawing out the last word so much that Trixie finally looked up at him to see his olive skin was slightly flushed as well, a complete abnormality for the always confident, always secure Justin.

She knew that this entire weekend was almost as nerve-wracking for him as it was for her, and while she’d wanted, and tried, to comfort him, she was too concerned with saving her own skin to give him the reassurance that he needed. Her family didn't hate him. After seeing her, they wouldn't even blame him for taking her away from them. The evidence of his innocence was wobbling all over her and precariously packed into her too-tight clothes. They would know exactly why she’d been so incognito the moment she waddled into the room.

She sighed, wanting to make him feel better but more intent on knowing what he knew and hearing what he’d heard.....




*I hope you enjoyed! I can't believe this story is up to 28,800+ words, it feels crazy! I love writing this series so much though, and I update it often for my voting readers:) Thanks for checking out this part!!*