Fight Fire With Fire

Chapter 1 - The Feast

Most of the guests were already there when Katie and her boyfriend arrived. This was one of the big yearly family gatherings hosted by her parents; a lavish dinner, rarely seen cousins from near and far, long conversations and board games in different rooms, plenty of snacks, and an unbroken tradition that brought everyone together under one bustling roof.

“Too bad my sister can’t come tonight,” Katie thought with a touch of sadness. Not just because she missed her, but because it meant having to face one of her uncles alone. Uncle David had a habit of making rude, cutting remarks about weight. His scolding tone was never subtle, and he always directed it at the two of them. It didn’t really hurt, both she and her sister had developed enough self-confidence over the years to brush off comments like his, but it was still tiresome. And without her sister beside her, she stood alone in the crosshairs.

Most of the women in the family were plump, thanks to a blend of genetics and culinary traditions passed down through generations. But Katie and her sister had always dwarfed them, being heavier, rounder, and slowly but steadily growing year after year. Katie, in particular, had been hit hardest by the family genes. Her body seemed to convert calories into fat with ruthless efficiency, even when she didn’t eat much more than the average person.

For a long time, she’d remained the smaller of the two (in absolute terms, at least) simply because she was younger. But she has been surpassing the weight milestones her sister had reached at the same age, year after year, like stepping stones laid just ahead of her. That quiet pattern had held for a while, but this past year had marked a new chapter in her life, one that brought with it a noticeable acceleration. For the first time, she had now surpassed her sister in weight outright, even in absolute terms.

She had let herself go more than ever this past year. But with a boyfriend who not only accepted her size but actively found her more desirable because of it, that outcome had felt inevitable.
He had always had a thing for slightly plumper women, and even though Katie had been bigger than his usual type when they first met, he quickly came to see her as not just acceptable, but ideal. Her continued growth had become part of his fascination, something arousing, intimate, and openly acknowledged between them.

Katie, by contrast, never found anything erotic about eating or about her size. Coming to terms with her easily gaining body had been shaped by pragmatism. She had accepted long ago that losing weight would require constant discipline and deprivation, and she simply didn’t want to live like that.
Still, during this past year, something had shifted. She had come to cherish the adoration in her boyfriend’s eyes. And she had allowed herself to enjoy food more than before. Not compulsively, not in a wild or obsessive way, just more openly, more often. Meals had become something comforting, satisfying, a part of life she no longer felt the need to restrain. All of this had led her already easily-growing body to swell more quickly than ever before.

She had once carried her weight with even distribution, the kind that still allowed her figure to be seen as curvy rather than overwhelming. But now, having grown from two times to nearly three times what a woman her height might typically weigh, that soft balance had shifted into something more dominant. Her belly, still full and rounded, had begun to hang lower than before, forming a deep, forward curve that now brushed softly against her thighs when she moved. Her sides had formed into pronounced rolls that spilled and bulged, spreading outward and downward.

Her deep red dress, reaching just below the knees, was chosen for comfort and ease, and it fit her generously. It wasn’t too tight, didn’t cling in a way that demanded attention, yet it couldn’t help but reveal what it was meant to skim over. Even with forgiving fabric and a flowing shape, the sheer mass of her figure announced itself with every movement, and could not hide that parts of her body were slowly, unmistakably losing the fight against gravity.

Her face had grown fuller, rounder, her cheeks more prominent and soft. But somehow, it still didn’t quite match the sheer scale of her body. Her neck had thickened too, but the soft waves of her very light brown hair, flowing well past her shoulders, obscured most of this change as they spilled over the curve of her upper arms.

Her boyfriend walked beside her, easy and steady. Their relationship had long since passed through the stage of euphemisms and careful conversations. There were no secrets between them now, not about her size, her habits, or his feelings. He worried, sometimes, about being a bad influence, whether his own quiet desires might be blinding him to how far things were going, and he always offered to help her if she ever got serious — really serious — about losing weight.
The time for that had actually arrived. Or at least, it would have, if not for this big family gathering. She’d nearly gotten stuck in the narrow washroom door of their favorite dining place, and that moment, paired with the realization that she had now overtaken her sister in weight, had shaken something loose.

Her sister had always served as a kind of buffer, someone just ahead on the same path. For both Katie and her boyfriend, that created a familiar rhythm: first came the worry, when Katie’s size felt undeniably large. Then came the quiet relief of knowing her sister was bigger, making her own weight seem smaller, more manageable. That was always followed by a deeper kind of worry: she’d eventually reach the size her sister was now. And then came the final wave of reassurance, that by then, her sister would be bigger still, always one step ahead. A quiet, looping safety net. Easy to live with, until the loop broke.

She’d decided she needed to act before things slipped even further out of hand. Not just in theory. They had talked, seriously, and made a plan together. Nothing extreme, but sustainable. Committed. Still, with the long-anticipated family dinner looming, she had delayed the start just a little longer. One last indulgence. One truly luxurious meal before setting the boundaries.


As luck would have it, Uncle David was among the first people Katie encountered as she stepped through the door. She hadn't even made it past the foyer when his voice reached her, smoothly laced with concern, but unmistakably edged with self-satisfaction.
“Well, look who’s arrived,” he said, offering her a smile that didn’t touch his eyes. “You know, I keep wondering what people must think when they see you now. Doesn’t it bother you that you’re getting wider than you’re tall?”

Katie forced a smile. “No,” she said simply.

It wasn’t the whole truth. It actually did bother her, but not for any of the reasons her uncle imagined. And certainly not in the way he meant. What would others think of her? That was one of the last things on her mind. He wouldn’t understand, even if she explained it to him. And she had no intention of giving him the satisfaction of knowing that she’d already decided to do something about her weight, quietly, seriously, and on her own terms. Giving him that would only make him feel righteous.

But the simple defiance of that “no” felt good. After so many encounters with him where she’d just nodded along, mumbling excuses, pretended not to hear, or turned it into a lighthearted joke, saying “no” out loud had its own kind of power. Humor had always been one of her ways of shielding herself. But tonight, she felt something sharper under it.
She was here to feel good. To enjoy the company, the traditions, and all the rich food spread across hours of conversation and laughter. No one, especially not Uncle David, had the right to take that away from her.

“I’ll teach him,” she muttered under her breath, loud enough for her boyfriend beside her to catch it, though her smile never faltered. He gave her a knowing look as she moved further into the house.
The rest of her family greeted her warmly, without a single comment on her size. That contrast, the way only one of her relatives felt compelled to jab at her, gave her an idea.

So he wanted her to feel embarrassed? To squirm, to shrink under the spotlight? Fine. Let’s see how he handles it when she gives him exactly what he’s pretending to be concerned about.
She had already planned to enjoy herself thoroughly. This was, after all, her last truly indulgent weekend before starting to get things back under control. But what if she went even further? What if, whenever uncle David was watching, she made it seem like she was eating non-stop: selecting her portions strategically, choosing her timing and seating so that she always appeared to be mid-bite, mid-sigh, mid-pleasure?

Dinner was soon called, and Katie set her plan into motion.

She took a seat directly across from her uncle, settling herself with a slow, practiced shift of weight that let her find comfort in the chair before pulling it closer to the table, her boyfriend beside her. As each course arrived, she greeted it with exaggerated enthusiasm, gasping and cooing and loading her plate without hesitation. She reached eagerly for every platter, sometimes before it had fully landed on the table, and let out satisfied hums with every bite. Her hands moved constantly, always in motion. Fork to plate, plate to mouth, wiping crumbs, reaching for more.

The rest of the family, distracted by their own stories and second helpings, didn’t seem to notice. But she knew exactly who was watching. Her boyfriend, curious and quietly amused. Her uncle, narrowing his eyes across the table.

Let him watch.


The selection was rich and varied, clearly designed so that everyone could find their favorites, not so anyone could sample everything. But Katie certainly tried. And somehow, she managed. She took something from every dish, packed it into her already overfilled belly, and even returned for seconds of the ones she loved most. Everything was so rich, so good, so impossibly tasty, that she would have stuffed herself even without her added motive. Her decision to overdo it just removed the last traces of restraints and made her push her limits even more.

She enjoyed it so much that she nearly forgot, a few times, to keep up the act, to strategize, to time her bites for when Uncle David was watching, to adjust her posture and her portions, and by the time she worked her way through the wide spread of desserts, she could feel her belly approaching its limit, rising taut and high under her dress. Still, she didn’t want to stop. Not just for the sake of performance anymore. She had become one with it. Her gluttony was no longer an act, it was a pleasure in its own right.

Her belly bulged with the sheer mass of what she’d consumed, stretching forward and upward. “I should’ve worn a two-piece,” she thought. “Let my shirt ride up and let it all spill out. Imagine that.”
And then it hit her: a strange, low pang deep inside. Oddly familiar, yet completely foreign in this context. A wave of pleasure, unmistakable, but not from the food itself. She had loved eating, found it comforting and satisfying. She had even grown to enjoy the attention her boyfriend gave her body. But this was something else. This went deeper. It came from allowing herself to feel what she usually kept at bay, what she’d learned to deflect, but now it was somehow turning it into something bold and powerful. It came from exposing her shame while feeling no shame at all. From humiliating herself deliberately, and still carrying it with confidence. And especially from imagining how much further she could take it; that thought poured a very different kind of fuel into her fire.

Her partner must have sensed it too as he leaned in, their shoulders brushing. She kissed him, slow and deep, in a way usually reserved for more private moments. Then, without a word, she turned back to finish what was left on her plate, ignoring the tight protests from her overfed stomach.

But the moment lingered. That flicker. That flare. She wanted to feel it again, to explore it, to understand what it was… and whether it really was what she thought it might be.
The show was still on. Why not raise the stakes?