Gym Bunny

Chapter 1

Jasper was just finishing up making his pre-run breakfast when Emerald rushed past him, heading toward the front door of her apartment. "Delivery's here," she said as she leaned down to pull on a pair of shoes. He turned around from his place at the kitchen counter, openly admiring the view. She was squeezed into a pair of workout leggings that were two sizes too small and a matching sports bra that she was completely spilling out of-not because she was going to join him on his run, but because she had content to film. The only other time he'd seen her in workout gear was for stretching, maybe the occasional yoga or pilates session, all to keep herself limber and ensure she was just strong enough to still able to easily carry herself around and lean down to tie her own shoes with minimal strain.

"Do you need help?"

"Nah, I've got it."

Emerald had been publicly documenting her gain for years, going from a soft 150 pounds to her current well-rounded 285, and had made a career of it under the name EmmyBelly. Jasper felt like he could lay claim to the most recent ten or so pounds that had settled mostly in her gut since they'd started dating a few months prior. He knew more would follow, and it was thrilling to watch her expand. Her gains had begun to slow, though-she'd wanted to be 300 pounds by her 25th birthday, but the scale had stopped budging about a month prior. Hence the stuffing session she was about to film.

She came back into the apartment loaded down with paper takeout bags. She was a little flushed underneath the makeup she'd put on to film in, a blush spreading over her chest from the exertion. Jasper took a few of them off her hands and walked with her to the living room where she'd set up her camera in front of her couch, setting them on the coffee table. Even knowing her appetite and how badly she wanted to continue her gain, he was surprised by how much food there was. "Are you really gonna try and eat all this?" he asked as she set down the additional bags she'd been carrying.

"Oh-I mean, maybe not all in one sitting. And I did get extra in case you wanted any."

He thought that was sweet of her. But part of the reason he was headed out for a run was the new bit of stubborn extra softness around his middle. He was still thin-hovering around 155 pounds, and fairly tall. But he was heavier than he'd been at his peak in college, when he was running competitively. It had only been a few years, and he was self-conscious about the extra weight, even if he looked perfectly normal by most people's standards. Emerald sometimes even teased him about being too skinny, softening her jibes by saying, "But it's okay, I'll fatten you up one day." He knew she didn't really mean it, and was mostly saying it to comfort him, knowing he wasn't entirely comfortable in his current body.

"I already made breakfast to eat before I head out on my run."

"Mm, but have you considered," she asked as she walked closely to him before grabbing the collar of his shirt to pull him down for a long, gentle kiss, "that stuffing myself always turns me on?" She kissed him again, and he was having a hard time thinking as all her softness pressed against him. "And have you thought about how hot it would be to watch me gorge and then fuck me afterwards?" Another kiss, her tongue just grazing his bottom lip. "Stay with me," she murmured against his lips. She spoke so softly, but he felt the command in it. "Film me and show everyone what you see when I eat like this," she said as she kissed her way along his jaw.

How could he say no?

He'd never helped her film before, so she showed him how to work the camera. She grazed her hand down his flat stomach as she gently talked about framing, the benefits of different angles. Her fingertips traced the waistband of his running shorts, and then along the front of them. "If you film from the side, it really shows off how fat my face is getting, plus all those side rolls," she said as she gently teased his dick through his shorts. He let out an involuntary whine. "Good-I want you thinking with your dick for this. Focus on all the details that will make you come when we watch this together later." She put her finishing touches on her lighting setup and got settled in the middle of the couch. Soft fat spread beneath her, and he felt himself getting harder thinking about how wide she was now, and how much wider she'd be in the future.

As she smiled and told him-already having switched to her on-camera voice-"Okay, I'm ready!" he realized how much he loved her.

Over the next hour, they filmed her stuffing herself to her absolute limit. She made comments aloud to her audience, and occasionally gave him direction, though he proved adept at catching every mesmerizing detail of her gluttony. At a certain point, he almost forgot the camera was in his hand. She kept looking right at him, expression clouded with pure lust. When she wasn't looking at him, she was diving into her food, stomach swelling with chicken strips and burgers and fries.

When she was finally done eating, she lay back, groaning and rubbing her belly. He took some time to take her in with the camera, lingering on the details of her chubby hand pressing into her globular middle. Eventually, she sat up a little and looked him right in the eye. "Put the camera back on the tripod. I wanna make something just for us."

He obeyed, and she got on all fours on the couch, belly hanging low. (Fuck, she really was so fat.) "I need you to fuck me," she purred. "Can you do that for me, sugar?" She shifted a little, every bit of her rippling.

"On-on camera?" Jasper stammered.

"Just for us," she repeated. "Come here."

He stripped off his shorts and underwear and positioned himself behind her, pulling her workout leggings down with some difficulty. He was still conscious of the camera, his movements a little awkward. She wasn't wearing panties, of course. Glistening with need. He put his hands on her hips, and his brain shut down as his fingertips sank into her. As soon as he was inside her, she hummed, "Good boy. So good at following directions." Her tone was just that little bit of patronizing she liked to use to rile him up and put him in his place, and he was putty in her hands. He shifted angle a little bit, and he could hear how much she enjoyed it. "God, I've trained you so fucking well." He felt like he was glowing with her praise, his whole body thrumming every time she told him what a good job he was doing. He loved pleasing her. It was all he ever wanted.

He held on for as long as he could, knowing how much she enjoyed the feeling of simultaneously being filled up by him and feeling her tightly packed stomach bounce with every thrust. "Finish in me," she commanded. "As deep as you can."

The release was blissful-he felt like he left his body entirely for a moment. He pulled out, and after a few deep breaths she stood up, grunting a little-still too full to move easily-and hooked the camera up to the TV to watch the footage. They lay on the couch together, his head resting on her bare thighs. Her eyes were focused on the TV as she absently fed him bites left behind from her earlier feast. He accepted hungrily, not thinking about calories or macros or what a few chicken strips might do to his waistline. "We look so good together. You did such a good job. Look."

He'd never seen a video of himself like that before, and she was right: they did look good together. He watched her belly slapping against her thighs, his hands digging into her meaty hips and love handles, their facial expressions. So much gorgeous fat on display, contrasted with his slim figure. As they watched, he found himself falling even harder for Emerald-not just because he was so attracted to her, but specifically the way she seemed to intuitively understand what he needed.

"Burger?" she asked, holding one up as he watched. He nodded, opening his mouth and taking a big bite as she put it to his lips, his eyes never leaving the screen.