Chapter 2 - the growth

So he grew a little tubby, then a little fat. His appetite growing alongside his waistline. He stepped on the scales to see 16 stone (220lbs) written below his now fat gut. Only a few weeks ago, that had read just under 14 (200). He'd added over two stone of fat to his frame and he loved it. He felt huge, and yet, tiny. This was the fattest he'd ever been, yet he couldn't help but see other guys with massive waistlines and feel almost skinny. 'Just as well Megan keeps on feeding me or else I'd never get as big as I want!' he thought to himself.

He had started to form his own suspicions about Megan and her love of gastronomy. At this point, he had gained weight so rapidly some friends and family had started to comment. Some joking and teasing him, others trying the "Are sure you don't want salad instead?" tack. Yet Megan. Hmmm, she never opened her mouth. He frequently made remarks about his fat to test the waters, she seemed to react to every statement he made regarding his expanding gut as "Oh, did you gain weight?". Sam wasn't entirely convinced. It was time to test a little harder, he thought.

"Are you feeling alright?" Megan asked, looking concerned
"I'm grand, why?"
"It's just...well, it's just you normally have such an appetite"
"Ah, yeah" he replied placing his fork beside his unfinished dinner. "I think I should probably try to cut back, you know. Too much good eating at your Michelin starred restaurant is starting to show" he smiled, gesturing to his 16stone form.
"I don't think you've put on much weight" she replied hastily, she hoped not sounding too guilty.
"Ah now dear, thank you for your kind short-sightedness, but we both know that's not true! It's kind of a shame though"
"What's a shame?"
"Well, having to lose all this weight. I quite like being a bit bigger" he mused, patting his soft stomach.

He could tell, he'd hit his target with her,so pushed it further
"I suppose it's just women will lose interest completely unless I shed a few stone"
"That's not true at all" she replied, starting to get flustered. "I think it looks great on you".
"Oh is that so? Little Miss I'll-just-make-enough-Sheperd'sPie-to-fe ed-an-army!"
"Well, you don't have to eat it if you don't...
"Shush", he cut accross her. "I eat it because I like getting fat. And", he paused for emphasis, "you love seeing me get fat".
"Did you hear that?" she whispered suddenly
"Hear what?!"
"I think I just heard the shattering of all this sexual tension" she laughed. "Well how much weight have you gained then?" she asked, greedy to know.
"Over two stone" he replied casually, "Now sitting nicely at sixteen".
"Mmmmmmm. Very nice! Now eat the rest of your bloody dinner and we can get you properly fat"