Chapter 1 - Introduction/ Caught Red Handed

Taylor knew he was in trouble when Jade sent him a screenshot of his private Moleskin journal with only the text “wtf” written below. How could he have forgotten to put it back under the mattress! Taylor thought hard…
In a sleepy, post-ejaculation stupor he must have left it laying out…or perhaps had dropped it on the floor beside the bed without realizing…

Now he was close to the end of his work day— wrapping up a landscaping job for one of his regular clients— and he felt like his stomach was going to turn up and out into the raised flower beds in front of him.

Jade was never going to be able to process or accept his obsession. She was probably already reading through his notes, unable to understand why he would be writing weight gain stories— especially stories about herself. To someone outside the FA community, he was sure it all would seem pretty shocking. Jade wasn’t completely ignorant of Taylor’s fat fetish, but her increased weight over the years was already a touchy subject and a point of contention between them.

This was literally the worst moment something like this could have happened in their already rocky relationship. Taylor was worried that a fight over this could end up putting the final nail in their 4 year coffin. He knew he had better race home as fast as possible to see what he could salvage of the situation.

He texted back, “I can explain, please don’t stress. I’ll be home soon and we can talk. I love you baby.” He added a heart emoji for good measure. He didn’t have high hopes. Of course, radio silence remained on her end. Not a good sign, Taylor thought.

On the drive home, he began to break down where everything had gone wrong in his mind. He replayed their relationship from the beginning, combing it all over.

When he and Jade had met in 2018, they formed an instant connection that neither of them could deny. They had gone together with a group of mutual friends to a Christmas festival outside of Fredericksburg and felt a little pressure to pair up on rides from one of their friends in particular— who was not so subtly playing matchmaker.

Jade was 24 and Taylor was just a little older at 25. They had both recently been more or less dumped and wandering in that “in-between” relationship zone. Neither of them were in a hurry to rush out of it. Alexa was 5’7”, with light brown shoulder length hair that flashed red in certain lights. Taylor had guessed her weight around maybe 150-160 lbs at the time, which had turned out to be pretty accurate (he found out later).

He was the first to admit to himself that she wasn’t exactly his “type”— although Taylor had to admit that there was something mesmerizing about her dark, auburn eyes and soft, round features. What little extra weight she carried sat mostly in a cute little belly that sometimes peeked out below her crop top. Her breasts were a modest B cup— but she had a cute round bubble butt that was deeper than it was wide. She would have been considered naturally curvy and alluring by most men’s standards.

Taylor, himself, stood at 5’10” with wavy, dark brown hair, and had always had a pretty slim figure for his height — around 170 lbs. He wasn’t overly muscular, but overall he was pretty naturally fit. He considered himself to be a fairly attractive guy, although he hadn’t ever been what he would call a lady killer.

His last girlfriend of 7 months had been a significantly bigger girl than Jade. Emily had been 5’6”, and by the time their relationship had ended, weighed a little over 190 lbs.

When he and Emily had first met, she was actually quite a good deal larger, closer to 230 lbs, and that was a large part of why Taylor had asked her out in the first place. She had an amazingly sexy body that Taylor had worshipped from the start.

All of her weight had settled into a satisfyingly doughy belly that even surpassed her enormous and droopy 36 E tits…but she had suffered from constant teasing within her inner friend circles about her figure and began shedding it off pound by pound— until at last Taylor had to embarrassingly admit to her that he soon might not be physically attracted to her anymore.

That had been one of the most awkward conversations Taylor had ever had, and he still winced thinking about the rumors that would now be circulating the social circles he had spent the last 7 months hanging out in.

“He didn’t want you to lose weight?! Fuck that guy. Wait…he WANTED you to GAIN weight for him?? That’s just sick. What an absolute freak. I fucking hope he gets what he deserves, you are better than that, girl.”

This scenario had often haunted Taylor at night after the break up, even though he hadn’t ever technically crossed the line of asking Emily to put on pounds for him. He had certainly fantasized about it, but her eating habits had always remained uninfluenced by him. He just knew the way people loved to gossip. He had liked Emily a lot, but he had to be honest with himself.

Moving a city over to Fredericksburg was supposed to be a whole new start for Taylor, and it hadn’t been long before he found himself sitting in the same Ferris wheel carriage as Jade that Christmas of ‘18.