Gaining Affinity

Chapter 1 - Olivia's Desire

Story includes: weight gain, stuffing, lesbian relationships, button popping, tight clothes, some weight gain denial, light slob, sweating, out of shape, public stuffing, people concerned about health, and public humiliation

Olivia was sitting in the college cafe staring across at the beautiful young woman she’d known since high school. Across the cafe was Margaret, Olivia’s oldest friend and secretly, her biggest crush. Margaret was a short ginger with long, straight hair and brown eyes. Her white and pink tank top complimented her slightly chubby figure, as did the jeans that made her rear stand out in a good way. Olivia sighed as she watched Margaret eat with another girl sitting across from her. The two of them were on their first date and all Olivia could do was watch as the woman of her dreams got taken from her. The girl Margaret was sitting across from was slim, brown haired, and gorgeous. She could’ve been a supermodel. Olivia knew that there was no chance she could compete with such a certified beauty. That was until she saw the girl get up and shake Margaret’s hand before walking away. Olivia immediately rushed over to check on her friend.
“So, how’d it go?” she said.
“Eh,” Margaret said. “I wasn’t really feeling it.”
“What?” Olivia said. “But… but she was a total baddie!”
“You think so?” Margaret scratched her head. “I wasn’t really feeling strongly either way.”
Olivia’s eyebrow raised. That woman was far too pretty for Margaret to just not be feeling it. Something was up.
“Oh, well, that’s too bad,” Olivia said. “I’m gonna go head to class, I’ll text you when I’m heading back to the dorm so we can hang later.”
“Sounds good,” Margaret said.
Olivia scurried off in the same direction the girl went. She pushed through crowds in the hallway, scanning the heads for Margaret's date before finally finding her.
“Hey!” Olivia tapped her shoulder.
“What?” The girl said
“What happened back there?” Olivia said. “Why’d you ditch my friend on your date?”
“She told me she wasn't really attracted to me,” the girl said. “Are you really going to put me through that again?”
“Oh… I'm so sorry,” Olivia walked away shamefully.

Later that night, Olivia brought Margaret back to her dorm and they started studying and got to chatting. Olivia was still not convinced that Margaret would just drop a girl for being unattractive, much less that girl.
“Can I ask you about today?” Olivia said
“What about today?” Margaret’s eyes were still glued to her books.
“Why did you turn down that girl?” Olivia said.
Margaret loudly sighed and kept reading. Olivia crumpled up a wad of paper and threw it at her face.
“What, Olivia?” Margaret said.
“What happened today?” Olivia said.
“I told you, I wasn’t into her,” Margaret said.
“What about her didn’t you like?” Olivia said.
Margaret closed her book and leaned back in her seat, taking a deep breath. After a moment, she finally made eye contact with Olivia.
“There’s something I’ve never told you,” Margaret said. “It’s honestly a pretty weird and pathetic secret but it’s embarrassing.”
“Margaret, don’t worry,” Olivia put her hand on Margaret’s shoulder. “We’re friends, this is a safe place to talk.”
“Okay,” Margaret took another deep breath. “Promise me you’ll keep this between us?”
“Yeah, of course,” Olivia said.
“Alright,” Margaret closed her eyes. “I… like… girls… who are… kinda, um…. big.”
“Okay?” Olivia raised an eyebrow. “What’s embarrassing about liking thick women?”
“Not exactly thick but like,” Margaret said. “More like really big.”
“Really big?” Olivia leaned back in her seat. “What does that mean?”
“The skinniest girl I ever liked was around umm….” Margaret said. “275, I think. But I typically like 'em a bit… bigger than that.”
“Margaret,” Olivia said. “There’s nothing wrong with liking bigger girls.”
“I know it’s just weird,” Margaret opened her eyes again. “I feel bad fetishizing big girls but it for the most part comes from a bit of a fetish.”
“As long as you’re respectful to your partner’s boundaries, you’ve got nothing to be ashamed of,” Olivia grabbed Margaret’s hand. “It’s okay to like what you like.”
Margaret slowly started to smile and let out a sigh of relief.
“Thank you, Olivia,” she said. “I’m really glad I’ve got a friend like you.”
“Anytime,” Olivia said.
She smiled brightly as she felt like a door just opened in her own head. Later that night, after Margaret went back to her own dorm, Olivia felt a rush of adrenaline take over her and she began to scheme.
“I want you, Margaret,” Olivia said to herself. “More than I want anything on this planet. I’m going to find a way to make you like me.”
Olivia ordered an extra large meatlover’s pizza and a pint of ice cream on her phone. When it arrived, she laid the contents out on the table and gulped in anticipation.
“Am I really about to eat more in one sitting than I do in a day?” she thought.
When the first slice hit her tongue, Olivia’s nervousness increased. She started worrying about her health.
But Margaret, she thought.
She started worrying about being made fun of by other people.
But Margaret, she thought.
She started worrying about gaining too much to feasibly lose.
But Margaret.
Every doubt was aggressively drowned out by the thought of her and Margaret locking lips. With every bite, Olivia pictured Margaret holding her close, Margaret straddling her in bed, Margaret caressing her hair. The thoughts of a beautiful life with the girl of her dreams pushed away every ounce of doubt, allowing every ounce of greasy fattening pizza to enter in its place.

One month later

Olivia groaned as she woke up at her kitchen table, covered in sauce packets and fast food wrappers. She pushed the garbage off of her and pulled herself up from the table. Olivia walked over to the fridge to prepare breakfast and when she looked down, she saw a ball of flesh slightly obstructing her view of her own feet.
“I urrrp think it’s sticking,” Olivia said. “Maybe I should slow down, though. This has been bwoaaarp intense.”
Olivia’s belly cried out for food, which she had no choice but to oblige. After scarfing down seven waffles and a gainer shake, Olivia walked over to her wardrobe to change out of her dirty pajamas. She started by grabbing a t- shirt that was a size up from what she typically got, it tightly wrapped itself around her bloated gut which made a spherical outline. Then came the jeans. Olivia struggled a little to pull them up over her thighs and thick rear but ultimately got them up. The real challenge was getting them to button over the ball of lard protruding from her abdomen. Olivia laid down on her bed and tried to suck in, pulling the button as close to the loop as she could. After a few heaves, she surrendered and grabbed a pair of sweatpants instead. Olivia walked by her dorm’s bathroom then nervously backtracked, walking over to the mirror. When she saw her reflection, she loudly gasped. Staring back at her in the mirror, Olivia saw a shocking version of herself. Her jawline had started to disappear and a double chin was beginning to form. Her breasts were a bit beefier and actually had some hang to them for the first time. Her thigh gap had just about closed due to a thick layer of flab and cellulite that formed around them. Olivia finally had a juicy ass with two big round cheeks that stuck out a bit and with it all came a meatball belly that was perfectly outlined by her snug shirt. Olivia nervously pulled out her bathroom scale and stepped on it. Right past her belly, she saw the number 197.8.
“Maybe I should slow down,” Olivia sighed. “I didn’t think I could gain sixty pounds in a month.”
When she got to class, Olivia was insanely out of breath from walking across the entire campus. Sweat stains formed at her chest and under her arms. Olivia slowly walked over to one of the desks and plopped into her seat. During the class, she quietly munched on a bag of cookies and sipped her water bottle which was secretly filled with gainer shake. As far as Olivia was concerned, the gain doesn’t stop when meal time’s over. After class, she got a text from Margaret asking to study again, this time at her place instead of Olivia’s. They unfortunately had to skip last week’s study session because Margaret went out of town to visit family so Olivia had gained around fifteen pounds since they last saw each other.
Before she left to go see Margaret, Olivia went to the cafe and ordered four meatball subs and scarfed them down before walking to the dorm. As she trudged up the stairs, her belly full from consuming more than a yard’s worth of sandwiches, she started to sweat again. Olivia finally got to the third floor, where Margaret’s room was and stopped to take a breath for a minute. Due to her pre-studying binge leaving her bloated, her shirt rode up an inch, allowing a tiny bit of skin to show. Olivia nervously pulled her shirt down a little, hardly covering it before knocking on the door. Margaret swung the door open and warmly greeted Olivia before noticing something was off about her.
“You doing alright, girl?” Margaret said.
“Yeah, just tired from the stairs,” Olivia wiped sweat from her forehead.
“I haven’t seen you this sweaty since high school volleyball,” Margaret said. “You sure it’s just the stairs?”
“Yeah, yeah, I’m fine.”
Olivia set her backpack on the table and sat down, causing her shirt to ride up a little. She nervously pulled it down before turning to catch Margaret staring before immediately looking away. Olivia tried to hide her smile. She could tell Margaret was aware of her growth. Unfortunately, Margaret did not make any more comments on Olivia’s figure, even though they split a pizza and Olivia had eaten most of it by the end of the night.