chapter 1

Chubby was a pretty spot on physical description of you. Textbook almost. You could definitely stand to loose a few pounds per societal standards, but by no means did it limit you in any day to day activities. Your jet black hair was short and hung down just past your chin. Well, it was more of a double chin, but it wasn’t too big or noticeable. You thought it was cute just like your dimples & hazel eyes. Your thick thighs rubbed together when you walked while your pot belly and breasts jiggled along for the ride. You had always been a little chubby, but just like your peers, you too had put on some college weight over the past 3 years. Probably around 25 or so pounds. But despite comments from your mom and the fact you had to go up a few sizes, you had no intentions of loosing weight. Your body carried it well and at 5’2, boys loved it when you squeezed your thick as oatmeal rear into a pair of well fitting booty shorts. Besides, you were pretty healthy with all the walking you had to do between classes on campus. That exercise atleast made up for most of the indulging you partook in via late nite alcohol and junk food runs.

But not only were you happy with your current body, there was an occasional voice inside your head questioning what would happen if you gained a little more. Thoughts of doing so flustered you a bit. You initially tried to shut them down, but that only made them stronger.

What would happen if you had dessert with every meal?

What would happen if you started going back for seconds and thirds every time?

Or if you started snacking on bags of chips and cookies through out the day.

Surely you’d gain weight, right?

These thoughts started to do more than just fluster you. They started to turn you on. Make you wet. They began to invade your thoughts while you masturbated.

Wouldn’t it be embarrassing to rip a pair of pants at its seams while out at a restaurant?

It would.

But it would also be so hot.

Your orgasms started to feel better and better the more you thought these things.

What if I started Ubering to all my classes and talking the elevator instead of the steps?

And what if I stopped drinking water and replaced it with only soda and milkshakes?

Eventually you stopped getting off to thoughts, images, and videos of vanilla sex. The only things that really turned you on was fantasies about becoming obese.

During one of your hookups, the guy you had been making out with began to go down on you. You began to imagine that you had large thick strawberry milkshakes in both of your hands that you were feverishly sucking down. You also began to image becoming fatter as a result, expanding with every sip. In your mind, your thighs began to swell around your hookups face as he ate you out. The bed began to groan under your new found weight while your knuckles disappeared and your arms filled out your sleeves. Right when you were about to climax, you fantasized about your belly resting on your hookup’s forehead and nose while he pleasured you, his face supporting more and more of your belly as you grew fatter. You moaned loudly as you orgasmed multiple times, squirting generously.

But despite all of these strong feelings and desires to give into your newfound kink and get fatter, you couldn’t bring yourself to do it. You weren’t sure if it was the social pressure to be thin or something else, but something was stopping you from actually picking up the fork.

That was, until you met him. He was tall, fit, and oh so funny. Most other guys would throw themselves at your feet with the hopes of getting sex from you, but he actually was able to have a real conversation with you. He had a spine and it felt like he really got you. But after an incredible first few dates, you began to suspect something else about him. Well it was two things specifically that made you question this. First, he sure did seem to love touching you around your midsection. His hands always seemed to gravitate towards your belly when you two made out or shared other intimate moments. But secondly, he always insisted on you getting the most fattening of foods. Like he would try to get you to order pizza instead of salad and get sides of fries instead of fruit. Eventually you began to giving in to his requests, telling yourself you’d work it off later. But later never came. After a few intense love making sessions, you decided you had to find out if he too was turned on by the thought of you getting fatter. And surprise surprise, he most definitely was. He was sheepish to admit it at first, but after explaining your recent sexually deviant developments, he began to delve into a lot more detail about his attraction for you. There was something about him that you were enthralled by. His strong demeanor and dominant presence made you melt. You couldn’t keep sheltering yourself from your desires. Finally you had made up your mind. You were going to let yourself go and your new boyfriend was going to be in complete control. Now you were really going to get fat.