I Got Fat.

Chapter 1

This is a short one. I was experimenting a new style and borrowed from another one of my stories that I'll upload soon.

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I sit, heart beating a bit quicker as I wait. The restaurant menu is full of good options but I barely have a chance to look through when she arrives. “Hey! sorry I’m late, couldn’t find a place to park! I’m Amanda!” she says with a grin. Before she takes her seat though she quickly leans in “I’m a hugger!” she warns as we briefly embrace. I am taken by how soft she is. Her large soft breasts squish against my chest, my hand sinks into soft blubber at her back. I am simply stunned. The waiter takes our order, but its all just a blur to me. Sitting down the softness at her waist becomes even more pronounced. A soft ring of blubber fills her top before being lost from view behind the table. “This place is my favorite! I can’t believe you’ve never been here! Save room for desert too!” she says with a grin. I look at the portions around me, the size of the dishes other people are eating and wonder how exactly I’ll be able to save room. Amanda begins to tell me all about her favorite foods and places to eat and drink. I tell her that I haven’t been to hardly any of them which she say’s well have to change. She is intoxicating. Friendly, kind, funny, and soft. Very soft. The end of the night came quickly. I realize that I haven’t asked for a second date and hastily try to correct the error. But she says nothing. My heart begins to pound. But then she grabs my shirt and pulls me in close, and plants a wet soft kiss on my lips. She tells me to meet her tomorrow at a new restaurant, on her this time and walks over to her car. I catch a glimpse of her rounded butt and soft thighs and begin to go red.

I spend the next day in impatient anticipation. Finally the time comes to get ready and I go to change. Amanda had written on her dating bio that she only wanted to date men with dad-bods. I feel a sense of trepidation as I look at myself in the mirror. I am no atlas man, but am not round or soft. My arms and legs all fairly muscular, my chest broad and slightly defined. The only visible softness lays at my waist around area of the belly button wraps a jiggly layer of fat. I pinch it between my fingers and feel a swoop and then an odd warmth in my face. I get dressed and head out. Amanda is waiting this time and she has already ordered. A large platter of nachos and a beer, a dark amber. “I got us started! you’ll have to tell me how you like the beer though! I made an educated guess!”. It was all delicious and I ate so fast that for a moment I feel like I have lost control. Quickly I catch myself and slow down, stopping to talk and compliment Amanda’s beer choice. “Someone is hungry today! eat! you look starving!”. I feel my waistband tighten and the world start to go warm and easy as the second beer starts to take influence. Amanda watches me smiling as I finish off the massive platter “You know that was meant for multiple people” she says with a laugh and follows with “You’ve got a lot of potential”. The sentence confuses me, but also in a deeper less connected part of me - it excites me.

Amanda takes me to bed. It’s been a week and I have lost myself in her. We strip naked and embrace. I feel the softness of her waist, grabbing it without thinking or worrying about her finding out that I love her blubber. I feel the softness of her body, the squish of her breasts, and squeeze her fattened ass. I watch as her whole body jiggles with each and every thrust until…I can’t hold it. I can’t hold it anymore. I try. But I fail. I explode with ecstasy inside of her. She smiles as I catch my breath and we embrace.

I am changed. I have been dating Amanda for a few weeks now and I feel like a new man. We have become inseparable. Spending most days together. We both work from home so we even set up our work stations in each others apartments on days after we spend the night together. I am loving life. It is full of Amanda. I put on my usual athletic clothes. I always dress in athleisure and then make my way to the gym, but the gym hasn’t been a part of the schedule since I met Amanda. They feel odd, they don’t fit. They are snug around my waist. I adjust. Still tight, very tight. “They didn’t shrink in the wash, if that’s what you’re wondering” Amanda says with a grin and strides over. “Lets take a look” She lifts my shirt and slide my waistband down slightly…I feel a sudden relief and look down to see my waist plop over the waistband and spill slightly onto my lap. Amanda gives it a pinch and I feel my body jiggle. It feels electric. I don’t want her to stop. “Someone’s been a piggy! look at all this jiggly fat!” She says to me with a grin. It’s like….She knows?!?!

I look at her gawping. “You like it too?” is all I can bluster. “Like what? Bellies? fat? weight gain? oh yes! Why do you think I’m so fat? and I’ve known you were into it for a while too. I was skeptical when we met, because you are….or I should say were..so thin! but the way you’ve changed, the way you ate, and started packing on the weight assured me that you just didn’t know it yet” — “know what? I love fat, I love your belly how round you are and how soft” – “I know you know that, but honey…you’re a feedee! and now, you’re my feedee!” – “a feedee?” I bluster – “yes, you like to gain weight. You like getting fatter, you need to get fatter, you love to eat and stuff yourself…and you’ve been doing a good job too” She pokes my belly and I jiggle, warmth fills me. I feel myself slipping I say without any conviction “b-b-but..I need the gym-” Amanda grins “Do you really? is that what you want? or do you want this” She pinches my belly and I look up to her “yes” is all I can say. She grabs for my keys and continues to pat my stomach with the other hand “mmm far to much muscle up here, we’re going to need less of that….” she slaps my flank and I watch my belly button ripple “and more of that”. She takes my keys and unclips my gym key card. “Say goodbye to your abs piggy!” and she snips it in two.