chapter 2

We went out to an open-air concert the next evening. Regarding our dare, she didn't dress to look deliberately fatter than she really was, but her skirt and tight top certainly weren't hiding her curves.

We had a great time at the concert, and while leaving we met some friends and decided to go together to a nearby restaurant. I ate lunch before going to the concert, so I only ordered some dessert. I guess she didn't, as she ordered a large soup, a huge dish of pork ribs with potatoes, and also some dessert, and she finished everything almost as fast as I did. In her eyes I saw she might have wanted more, she just felt too embarrassed to go for it. We stayed there for a couple of hours talking, then set on to walk home, as neither of us lived far away.

We went by a hot-dog stand which was still open, she slowed down, staring at it, but not saying anything.

"Would you like a hot dog?" I proposed, "I could use one, I only ate a small dessert because I didn't think we were staying that long."

"Yeah, I guess I could eat one. I only ate a smaller lunch as I was almost late for the concert, so I could eat a hot dog as well."

I went inside and returned in less than a minute, there weren't any other customers as they were closing soon. I handed one hot dog to her and started munching on my own as we continued walking. She finished hers before I was halfway through with mine, and started staring with dreamy eyes at my half of a hot-dog.

I caught her hand: "Look, I wish you would just be yourself. I want to know you as you are, so please don't do anything differently just because I'm here. I've seen you are hungry and that you were just embarrassed to ask for more, both back at the restaurant and here. So I bought you another hot-dog, as it was obvious one will not be enough," I took it out of my bag and handed it to her, "Please, if you would not have eaten it if you were alone, then don't eat it. But if you would have eaten it if I wasn't here, then please just go on."

"Thank you" she accepted it with a slight blush.


We started to hang out often after this, and it slowly blossomed into a serious relationship. We didn't rush anything, but were also not holding ourselves back, so after a month together it seemed like we knew each other for years. During this time we had plenty of things to discover about each other, so her weight never was a topic. One day, however, as we were preparing at her place to go out, she spent much more than usual in the bathroom after showering. After giving up waiting I found her standing on the scale, pinching her tummy in a contemplative manner, while sucking it in and letting it out.
"I'm 194 pounds now, if you happen to be curious."

"Don't worry, that's still well within the boundaries of good taste," I started massaging her back to comfort her, my hands occasionally wandering around her side and embracing her belly. The first time I did this made her a little bit more tense, but as we got used to it, she started to find it relaxing.

"It's not that what I'm thinking about. It's so strange, that magical number 200 I was determined not to reach while I was rapidly gaining weight. And now it's so close. It's strange how afraid I was of it and at the same time I'm almost excited to reach it just to experience how it feels."

"Oops, then maybe I'm having a bad effect on you. Maybe I should be lying to you and scolding you for your weight, maybe you still couldn't lose it but at least you would keep it under some control. But I can't help admitting how beautiful I find you just the way you are. You already caused my 'ideal woman' to gain some weight, if it continues like this it will soon reach yours. But even if it wouldn't, don't worry. My ideal woman was always one with very long hair and a little bit on the chubby side, but when I had a girlfriend who was very skinny and had a pixie cut, she was the still most beautiful to me while we were together."

"I don't know whether it's your effect or not, but... as strange as it sounds, I don't even feel any desire to lose any weight. I just want to be my old self again, when I was already accepting that I'm not thin but I was always being able to eat whatever I wanted without worrying about getting fatter."

"You know what?" I stopped massaging her so I could get in front of her and look into her eyes, "Let's put these worries off until you do reach 200 pounds, if it even happens. Then we'll see what we have to change in our lifestyle for you to not get any fatter."

Life went on, months passed, and every time she measured her weight it was just a few pounds more than the last time a few weeks ago. And every time both of us felt that she's perfect as she is, but more than an extra pound or two might be too much. And after that extra pound or two found its way onto her body, this very situation repeated itself again and again. It was the same for us, for slightly different reasons. For her, it was just a few pounds too much as she had to worry about clothes not fitting, but it was a few pounds too little to actually worry too much about it. For me, she always was just a few pounds heavier than what I would have found as the ideal weight for most women, but on her it looked perfect. Her almost not fat just pregnant-looking body slowly changed by the added weight above waist, she could no longer be mistaken as much thinner from across a table: she got wider, her shoulders and arms also starting to display some of her extra weight. Her breasts got their fair share as well, even though they weren't exactly small beforehand. Even when I first met her, they would have been an eye-catcher had she worn clothes with more cleavage, but she always covered it up, just another aspect of her you'll need more than a first glance to discover. How perfectly balanced the extra weight came, applied almost equally to her entire body, and how confident, enthusiastic and happy she was most of the time, I couldn't even have imagined her being any thinner.

During this time, we didn't really talk much about her weight gain or her eating habits, besides a few comments whenever she announced a new pound or two, then we just reassured each other, both that she doesn't yet feel uncomfortable ("but if this happens again I'll have to be more cautious with what I eat") and that I accept her as she is (more by also fondling her belly when cuddling than how any words could have expressed it). In this story I'll only note the events and conversations centering on her weight, so occasionally there will be gaps of weeks or even months if the topic didn't came up or didn't play an important enough role. We had enough common interests to not be focused on this topic, so her huge appetite, and slowly widening figure (which would have been widening much quicker without her having such a great metabolism) became just one quirk among her countless other characteristics.