Chapter1- Liam the Great

“Oh Sir, those are buy two get one.” The mid aged cashier said, flicking her hand tiredly toward the candy bars. Liam had to actively tell himself to take his eye off the woman’s swinging bulge of arm fat that was cradled by her polo sleeve and abandon any inquiry as to whether or not there was anyone at home to nibble on it for her. He shifted his stance, not sure how to hide an erection if he were to get fully hard in his gym clothes. He averted his gaze to the candy arrangement to his right. She had seen that he had 2 in his cart, and was kind to ensure he didn’t miss out on the sale. If he was single and reckless like he was right out of college, he might have asked her which one she wanted and give her a look that said he would eat her up. He felt himself shiver at the thought.

“Oh sweet,” he mustered up. Janice gave a momentarily bewildered look when Liam placed 7 more onto the counter. Some might have been embarrassed by it, as it could draw attention to some guilt in over indulgence. However, with Liam standing at nearly 6 feet and a tight and cut 160 lbs, he had no such worries. Not to mention, it wasn't for him. Janice rang up the items seeming more and more perplexed by the array of absolute crap food coming over the belt. She was settled when a few healthy salad ingredients came through. Flax seeds, ginger, and kale cleansing the palate of that endless black tongue. He made a mental note to play with the idea of a food conveyer belt on the ride home.

“Hoh, I was starting to think I needed to know about whatever diet pill you were on. There's no way you could eat all this and look like that.” She finished scanning and punched on the register for his rewards. “That will be 263.82.” She tried to not react, as it was clear she was not in the company of a fellow talker. And the total wasn't the issue, either. That happened at grocery stores. But hundreds of dollars on cookies, donuts, chips, and frozen pizzas was not common, especially from a fitness head like him.

Liam finished paying and effortlessly pushed his massive cart toward the door. “Sir, you missed one!” He looked over his shoulder cockily to see her wiggle a Twix in the air, her arm fluttering in the wake of her wave.

“You keep it, it was free after all.” She didn’t put up a fight. In fact she opened it right away offering a “cheers’ of it as thanks.

He pushed open the door to see his girlfriend Nicole sitting on the couch, in a scroll loop. She swiped her mousey blond hair off her face that was encrusted with dazzling green emeralds. Despite his attraction to her body, it was her eyes that caught his attention, having captured the light and shone it right into his own. Her double chin acted as a pillow for her round face to rest upon. Her thick legs were propped up, one on the opposite arm and the other on the back of the couch, both on full display with her lounge shorts. The navy blue fabric only peaked enough to be seen around her curves. She really did take up the whole thing, and that was perfectly fine by Liam. The adjacent couch had a great view of her.

It was truthfully by careful design. Nicole was absolutely gorgeous. She was a bit tall at 5’8”, and it just gave the perfect frame for her fluff. When she most recently checked her weight, she was 285, and Liam was all too excited to reach the next milestone. He had expressed as much to her, admittedly a bit soon after, causing her to ice him for the next hour. He was presumably taken off punishment when she slinked onto the couch next to him and asked if he was going to get her lunch. He splurged a bit to ensure he was out of the dog house. From her ravenousness and absolute perfect piggy princess behavior, he guessed she forgave him for being ambitious. He worried that she didn’t want to gain much more and admittedly that made him selfishly worried. He was so eager to see her reach 300 pounds. Even just for a day. It felt like he was in a car that ran only on her desire to gain, which was dwindling. Not to mention, he depended on her patience for him. There were areas he could improve. He just struggled deeply to focus on them long enough to do anything about it. He also struggled to pinpoint what they were? He just knew he wanted to have Nicole around and she was.

They were the strongest in the bedroom. The kitchen as well. Most squabbles they had were ultimately resolved temporarily by the ever cherished make up sex. Nicole was the perfect chubby girl turned feedee. She had been so reserved when he first walked up to her, like she had no right to talk to someone like him. She was maybe only 240 at the time. She wasn’t that big, but for Liam, the threshold for certain descriptions were warped. She certainly thought she was big. It made him laugh to think about, since there was no debating it now. Her chubby features all just got an upgrade. Particularly in her face, breasts, belly, and thighs. His eyes scoured the dimples that populated her meaty legs. He imagined each dimple was a customizable blueprint for how to grab and worship them.

Nicole was worried when she put on the first 10 relationship pounds. She kept dropping that she thought she was getting fat, which are the exact dialogue lines Liam would replay over and over on the videos he watched when jacking off. He assured her he thought she looked great. Then eating badly as a couple got them a little further. Now to his credit, he was not intentionally fattening her up. He certainly wanted it to happen, but it was genuinely a lifestyle issue. They loved take out. They loved sweets. The difference was Liam was a regular at the gym. They would have a week where they didn’t cook a single meal themselves, and he would spend extra time in the gym. Nicole didn’t. He had no intention of playing the part of a concerned boyfriend who doesn’t want a fatter girlfriend. It was inauthentic. He was honest. She got fatter. She would complain, less and less until not at all. And he would always just tell her his opinion. She looked amazing to him and he loved her for her. He even offered to help her out at the gym, but she was not interested. He eventually came to the conclusion she just wanted the reassurance and to still be the most beautiful girl to him. She was.

It was several months in when he had suggested feeding her. She thought it was a little weird, but was undeniably getting hot from overeating and Liam being glued to her belly. He wasn’t sure he would have been that brave to ask her if she hadn’t clearly been developing her own interest. She had already been very submissive during sex, and in the relationship in general, and she took on that type of role as a feedee on her own. He was happy to drive, but part of him did wish she would switch roles. He wouldn’t outwardly ask for it, as he felt he was getting an amazing deal just letting it rock without forcing his kinks. At the end of the day, they were both having a good time doing it. Whenever Nicole decided she wanted to stop, they would.

Nicole helped him put away the groceries and praised him for bringing them all in at once, giving his arms light worship. “Oh man I probably will hit 300 soon huh?” She was taking inventory on the items. Her expression was playful and not truly worried at all.

“Whose counting,” Liam joked. Nicole semi jokingly scowled at him, sticking out her tongue. He gambled. He lost. It happened.

“I’m so surprised we can afford all this,” she said with a more blase tone than she could have had. She was often concerned with how Liam spent money, especially on food. She admitted it was fun but didn’t think it was good financial planning. She was a secretary at a dental office, which made okay money. Liam was the real breadwinner, so all the auxiliary things came from him, and Nicole suspected he blew any and all “extra” money he had on treating themselves. Liam was a tech bro, and it made good money. She feared he had too much tied up in stocks, but he assured her to not be worried. So naturally she didn’t.

On the side he was trying out being a DJ. She thought it was a fun hobby, but when he started talking about wanting to invest in it as a potential career switch, she found it less fun. She could be a bit hurtful in her doubts for his success. Liam was sure he had a talent yet to be discovered and thought his good looks would help accelerate him forward. Nicole was even critical of how he worked at parties. She thought he was being too flirty at a public event she attended in support of him. He tried to explain that a little bit was part of the industry. It wasn’t flirting, it was being cheeky. Hand on the shoulder when he calls a woman up. He even hammed it up when he engaged with an older woman in the crowd. Nicole ultimately understood, but told him to remind himself to tone it down. She did worry he was relying on his body too much. “Do you really want to be a flirty sexy DJ for events? Pimping yourself out? It would be the expectation. Oh get Liam. He will nibble grandma’s ear.” Before he could respond she continued, “Not to mention, what if you aren’t always a little olympian? Your gimmick would be over.” He assured her it wouldn’t happen. She had rolled her eyes hard enough to topple ancient Greece.

Nicole opened a package of Reese’s and started munching on them, as prophesied. “Might as well eat whatever I heckin want. The holidays are coming up and come January,” she paused, looking at him, “Fine February 15th. I will be eating clean.” Liam was instantly excited by the idea of the holidays. Both their families were shameless over-celebrators and would have multiple gatherings with way too much food. And Liam was convinced it was hereditary, because nobody seemed to hesitate to offer food, even when you looked stuffed. Enjoying the holidays may have been what got all his kinks started. They were currently gnawing on his brain something feral. There was a deadline and he was confident that things would work out in his favor.

However, they just barely survived New Year’s, after Liam insisted he had to work a party for a bar in one of the major cities. It was going to be exactly the exposure he needed to make his advertisements he bought go the distance. Nicole was pretty pissed about that. And Liam did not so expertly dodge it. He found out in the follow up argument that 1. He ditched her on New Year’s and that mattered to her. 2. She didn’t care if it was “how the business was”. 3. She did a very harsh impression of himself with an unflattering face to match. 4. She was insulted that he thought ordering her half the Chinese menu would smooth things over. And 5., Liam’s favorite part, she could in fact eat half the Chinese menu when she was mad. He had snuck into the house around 2:30 to see an engorged goddess smuggling a couch under her fat body.

“We are not cool. Know that, if nothing else,” she had said. But that was followed by her near demanding he rub her belly and eat her out. He was happy to, even if he was still in trouble after. He loved to have her belly pressing on his forehead jiggling to the rhythm. And of course, there was something so thrilling about being able to make her finish like nothing else.

There were several big regrets to follow. In reflection, he knew he should have been smarter. He was getting too risky and reckless, especially considering he wasn’t getting as many job offers as he thought. Only when he was feeling most delusional, did he wish he hadn’t told her about the write up at all. He got in trouble at work for working on his business. It hadn’t been the first warning, but the first that went through upper management. Maybe if he had omitted that he had been told before, maybe she wouldn’t have thought he was such an idiot. The kind of idiot that she didn’t want to even be in the same house as. Liam found it very hard to stuff and *** as an apology when she was off to her best friend’s house. “We had a lot of good times, but I cannot get involved with someone so out of control. You don’t think Liam.” She pointed her fingers at her forehead so aggressively he was worried she would hurt herself. It sent the message. “And not for nothing, you are hot and all, but you are not a god. If you could take your eyes off what I’m stuffing into my mouth, you might notice you could use some humble pie. Maybe I’ll shove it down your throat this time. Confidence is one thing. But you're bordering on cocky douche.” She paused, and though Liam thought she was clearly mad and a little harsh, he didn’t think it was the end. She had told him all those things before. Lots of times. “You don’t think,” the most. She asked him if he had anything at all to say. He said something along the lines of, “it was just a warning” and she nearly screamed in frustration. She took a deep breath and said, “I just can’t.” And she couldn’t. And she left.

He liked to think he took it well, but maybe a little kicked dog energy was there. She had almost looked like it would work, but he had clearly burned all her patience. The car was out of gas, and he didn’t have a can in the back. It wasn’t until a few weeks after she dumped him that he realized some important things. 1. The signs were all over the place. She had been telling him she wasn’t happy. 2. He let their awesome sex life cloud his view of how satisfied they both were. 3. He didn’t get to really savor their last intimate moments, which told him he was even taking the sex for granted. 4. Which he regretted to even think, but he was never going to get to see her hit 300lbs or eat chinese like she did on New Year’s.

But the biggest realization was one that would prove to be most persistently relevant. Since she had left he found….well…