A Realization

Chapter 1

I could always tell you wanted to fatten me up. The way your eyes study my nude body when we lie together, your hands trace my curves and pause where I'm soft, feeling for extra padding and kneading what I have, savoring my flesh. I didn't understand what you could enjoy from seeing me grow fatter, why you become extra lovey when I gain weight. It didn't bother me at all; I feel comfortable in my skin, and you never push me too hard to explore your desires - you prefer to hide them. You never told me you were a fat admirer or a feeder; I just know it deep down. The way you always grab my waist from behind, firm yet with a gentle squeeze, your fingers linger on my stomach for just a moment. It was still firm and mostly flat for now. I caved in so much easier than I imagined. I love you and know what you want; I'm more than willing to do anything for you.
It started with you making me breakfast in the mornings: eggs and toast, cream cheese, jelly, and heaps of bacon and sausage. Maybe you'd get donuts, or we'd have French toast on weekends. I rarely ate breakfast, but I'd hate to decline something you'd made for me. I know gift-giving is one of your many ways of showing love, so I accept the food happily. You sit there all bright and cheery in the early hours of the morning, sipping your black coffee with honey and eagerly watching as I groggily eat what you so kindly prepared for me. I hate waking up early, but my job requires it, so here we are, six-thirty, I'm barely awake and grumpy, and you, chipper as ever, serve me a pastry and iced coffee with heavy cream and sugar, whispering good mornings and showering me with hugs and kisses until your compassion suffocates me. I have to smile just a little. You take the edge off; mornings feel better after your sweet treats and cascades of compliments. I start wolfing down pastries and sucking down my sugar-loaded coffees every morning like you want, my appetite slowly growing as you increase the portions over the weeks. Office attire started feeling a little snug, but you brushed it off when I mentioned it. Clothes shrink in the wash, or I've had those clothes for so long anyway, let me get you new ones. This was just the beginning of my gain.
You began packing my lunch next. Anything you thought of, you could make it; your culinary skills were always above average. I looked forward to opening my lunchbox and seeing what you had made, bragging to my co-workers that my partner makes the best food. I grew hungrier by the day for your delicious meals. Days went by, and my lunches became increasingly savory and caloric, thanks to you. My appetite grew, and eventually, by mid-noon, I'd already hit my recommended calorie consumption for the day, and I wasn't stopping there. Dinner and plenty of snacking still lingered around the corner for me after work. The temptation to have a sweet treat or enjoy your cooking was too hard to pass by; you always bought the foods I craved the most.
My cardigans grew tighter on my arms, and skirts felt snugger on my hips and ass; they were the first things to soften up. My legs followed in tandem, slowly growing and making my thigh highs more see-through by the day. I hardly noticed; too caught up in work and just going through the motions day by day. You have an eye for detail; you saw every inch of me and knew I was softening up. You noted my face becoming less defined, my boobs slowly growing in size, the way they slowly started to spill out of my bras and jiggle more every day. You were so excited to see your plan working on me. The struggle to get ready in the mornings as I grew larger, the decrease in energy as I became increasingly sedentary, all because of your sneaky tactics. I used to walk all around my office building, checking in on co-workers and running to the mail room. Now, I barely ever moved, especially after lunch when my tight stomach pressed against my already straining clothes, my swollen gut begging to be freed from the aggravating white blouse I wore so frequently. The fabric began to wear thin, and my softening skin became visible as the top began constricting my chubby arms and newfound rolls.