Chapter 1

Part 1

Marissa sat once again in her room before bed, fantasy feeder on her computer screen and one hand in her panties. 'Why am I like this! What's wrong with me, why do I keep looking at stuff like this?' The truth is she didn't know why, but the wet underwear was evident of her secret desires. Every time she eventually came, she returned to her normal self, not even thinking of weightgain and being perfectly comfortable and happy with her toned body that all women strive for.
You wouldn't expect a woman like Marissa to be so slim but yet be visiting weight gain sights on a daily basis to get off. She had never found out why she was like this, all she knew was that as far back as she could remember she had always had 'feelings' about gaining weight. She would never admit to others or even herself though that she was really into it, always deleting her accounts once she had had her moments. The amount of times she had remade her fantasy feeder account was ridiculous.
Walking through the shops one weekend afternoon with her friend she noticed something in the food store that looked scarily familiar. Heavy cream. She remembered the recent forums on it, what other people with the kink used it for. She couldn't get it out her head. She tried shaking it off, her friends probably noticing something off, but she glanced back, perhaps it was because of how accessible it was to simply buy it. But she didn't, she went home and tried to forget about it.
Returning to the forums though, she researched people's experience with it. Explaining about the softness it was capable of producing, how it was possible to have delayed gains. People were describing it as a gainers magic potion. 'Why am I thinking about this, I must get it out my head!!' Deleting her account once more she tried to forget about it, and went for a run.
' How can I accept this kink as a part of me, I'm literally running away from it. She felt confused, confused about her desires and how to handle them. The fading of the intensity didn't help either, the push and pull of her gaining desires.
That night as she went to bed, she prayed for guidance, how to navigate this lifelong kink.
At 5 am she woke, her panties drenched, she had the occasional erotica dream but nothing like this one. In her dream she was grabbing and pinching her softening belly whilst downing a cup of cream, the top of her panties hidden by a new fresh roll of fat on her lower abdoman. She woke, staring at the ceiling, truly turned on. She grabbed her belly, it was back to usual, toned. Then she remember her prayer before she went to bed. Guidance as to how to handle this kink. Surely this didn't mean to gain, she thought, it must have some deeper meaning. She lied awake until morning thinking about what this could mean and her dream. She couldn't get the image of having that softer belly out her head, even though she had already orgasmed, the dream still had such an erotic pull. She sighed, confused. She wondered why there was such a disappointment when she woke up to find her belly was once again absent of fat. Did a part of her truly want to gain! Surely she couldn't actively gain and change her body just for sexual pleasure ? As she was thinking this she began to get a little turned on again! Only a few hours after her last orgasm from the dream. Perhaps it was still the intensity of the dream, or perhaps it was because she was entertaining the thought of gaining for the first time . Maybe both. Maybe they both were connected.

Thoughts were swirling around marissas head:

' What if I try gaining a tiny amount, at least I'd know what it feels like, NO, I can't do that, it's so weird! What am I thinking! But what if that dream was guiding me to try it out!

It was only a day later, she found herself in the shop again, and once again walked past the heavy cream, her legs starting to shake as she thought about buying it just to try. She picked it up, staring at the amount of fat per carton. 'No! I can't do that, that's disgusting, I can't drink that amount!' She put the cream back down, but the arousal got all to much, she finally picked it back up and put it in the basket along with two more for the next few days. She had no idea what she was doing, all she knew was that her pussy was screaming at her to do this. She wasn't going to gain, she thought, she was only allowing herself a taste of what it was like. At least she convinced herself that in the moment.

She was trembling with arousal walking home, bursting with anticipation of how it would feel to drink the cream on its own. Once she got home, she ran upstairs, shaking the cream, hearing it's thickness inside the carton. She opened it, and tasted a tiny bit, so thick, so creamy. One gulp, two gulps, and down the entire carton went. Her pussy was on fire. She wiped her mouth and the few bits of spilt cream off her bed, but she wouldn't allow herself to cum scared she would lose the urge and feel just as bad and guilty as she always did. Sooner or later though, she had to and relased a violent orgasm, sending her though the roof.
As she suspected the negative feelings around what she had done came, intensified by the fact she had drunk cream for real. She felt disgusted. She sat with the feelings a little longer, and realized after about half an hour that her feelings around weightgain actually returned slightly, not as strong as when she was in full arousal mode but they were present . This scared her a little. What was happening? She imagined her belly softer, she imagined allowing herself to gain weight, and once again the arousal crept up.

She still had the other two cartons of heavy cream next to her, part of her wanted to throw then away and forget about the kink forever, but she managed to put then in the fridge for the next few days.

She managed to push through her doubts and finish her trial with the cream. Three days, three lots of heavy cream. About 3k calories extra in them few days. She lifted her top up to see if there was any difference, there wasnt. That feeling of disappointment crept I'm again. The same story went for the scale. It hadn't risen. She was still 130lbs at 5ft 6.

Maybe it needs another week to show, she thought, grabbing her non existent pouch. 'Do I want this? I have to be honest with myself.' She gazed down at her belly, imagining it slightly chubby, she imagined her thigh gap closing and her sides with creases. She imagined her lower belly spilling over her favorite jeans and her boob's exploding out the confines of her bras. ' I think I do,' she finally admitted. 'I think this kink has a hold on me I cannot ignore anymore'.

Obviously the doubts returned every time Marissa orgasmed each day as she thought about gaining . But one day something shifted, her desire to gain lingered on one occasion after orgasm! 'What does that mean!' She thought. What had changed? She looked down after orgasm at her flat stomach,.imagining it filling out and puffing out slightly and it just made butterflies appear again. 'Why is it doing that!' She didn't know how to feel.

Dream after dream of gaining and orgasm after orgasm to.weight gain fiction. But she loved being slim and she valued health !

'Am I weird for thinking these thoughts' She questioned once more. Maybe she should just try to accept this part of herself but just keep it as a fantasy. All.her life she felt weird so if she simply accepted the kink and the thoughts it would be much better for her emotional health. She didn't have to actually do anything about it.

She tried to do this, affirming herself it was okay to have these thoughts, but still the urges persisted for her to try it out in real life. They were becoming frequent. And soon, it got all too much, she just had to find out why these urges were getting so strong, she just had to give in for a while and experiment with gaining.

She shook the heavy cream she had just bought, the thick liquid sloshing around in the bottle, her body shaking with arousal. How did she last so long without fully giving in? Her legs were trembling. She drank the bottle of cream mixed with some warm hot chocolate, a delicious shake and one she promised to make every night for the next three months.

That first night after properly deciding to finally gain and drinking that declicious thick shake was a moment to remember. Her desire faded for a few minutes after orgasm but this time returned only 5 or 10 minutes after; instead of.feeling guilty for this happening she tried to embrace it feeling like she had a weight off her shoulder for finally making a choice on what to do, and not be in two minds anymore. The next week was a weightgain shake at night and an extra flapjack for lunch and after dinner, so it was adding up to about 1500 extra calories per day. Her arousal was making her desperate to see results on thr scale and in mirror bit gaining was a long process and she realized she would just have to wait, and hopefully see the first signs soon. She still worked out bit only walked and did yoga, and stopped her high intensity ab workouts hoping to experince a softer belly instead for a while, this still made her feel very weird but she knew it was an experince her sexual self was yearning for for so long. She knew that she was going to have to sacrifice her abs and her toned body to experince this and this wad very hard for her. She kept reminded herself it was just an experience. She wasn't going to get fat, not at all, that was never the plan, but she was going to allow herself to become a lot softer, having in her head that around 20- 30lbs would do it. She was planning on losing all trace of abs and her thigh gap, and replacing it with a doughy muffintop and thighs that rubbed. Her dream was to finally be able to play with some belly fat like the other gainers she had watched all her life. Her own belly fat, her own act of surrender and indulgence.



Each day Marissa couldn't help but stand in front of the mirror each morning to check for signs of a gain, but it wasn't until 2 weeks in did the first sign occur, something she will never forget in her life. She noticed that there was an ever so slight bulge on her lower tummy, nobody else would ever notice, but with being so in tune to how her body felt she of course noticed. This was in the morning where her tummy was usually at its flattest. A huge feeling of arousal swept over her like nothing before, she sat down in front of her mirror, she wasn't 100 percent sure she had gained, it just looked the tiniest bit softer but it was enough to make her get the scale straight away. ' Why is this so erotic! She thought, ' my heart is beating so fast just to weigh myself !'

She started at 130lbs. Stepping on it read 132.5lbs. It was morning! She must have gained, she just had to have. She was getting very turned on now and she had only just got up. She had her usual breakfast but added so much butter to her bread and some cream in her coffee, saving the rest of the cream for the evening. She couldn't stop pinching it, there was hardly a difference but she couldn't get it out her mind. How was she going to concentrate at work? Wanting to savour the moment she didn't want to lose the arousal by masturbating in the morning, but she wanted to, extremely badly.
She couldn't wait to get home after work, stripping off her work clothes, she grabbed the rest of the cream and drank it, one hand holding the cream, the other pleasuring herself,.now and then reaching for the belly for a quick grab. The most intense orgasm of her entire life. She had held it in all day. How she felt after was a flood of emotions, slightly guilty, a little weird, but also still feeling her belly, part of her felt like it was the right thing to do, to experience this kink first hand and continue what she was doing. It was only day 1 of experiencing a real gain! Only a few hours later, when the arousal returned, she knew she couldn't just masturbate every time to get it out her system, she would have to learn to deal with it, but she knew she had to just let loose for a while, so she had multiple more get off sessions that evening.

That night she had a thought though, what if she didn't look in the mirror, or feel her belly, or anywhere on her body for a whole 2 weeks for that matter, it would be hard but she imagined what it would be like if at the end of that fortnight she could noticeably grab more body fat, and see a difference in the mirror, maybe also in the fit of her clothes. Now that surely would be the most erotic experience of her life.

What a difficult two weeks it was, overeating but yet trying her hardest not to check for any gains ! But the time finally came where she could allow herself to do a body check, a weigh in and a clothes try on. Getting up in thr morning the first thing she did was reach for her belly, she squeezed her lower tummy, there was more to grab!!! She could fully squeeze a chunk of belly fat, already she was mind blowingly turned on, poking and squeezing her tummy, cupping it, slapping it like she had never touched anything before. But she stopped as soon as she noticed her thighs, the gap had vanished, her thighs touched at the top! She was wet, very wet, gazing at her softer body in mirror, letting out a gentle moan when she pinched her inner thighs and made her way back to her belly. She whispered under her breath, 'fuck". I can't believe this is real. ' She ran for the scale. Shaking it read 135lbs. She had gained 5lbs of pure fat since she began. She would still hardly admit she was a gainer, treating it just as an experience but her arousal screamed this kink was a huge part of her. She had one hand gently pinching and caressing her ever so slight overhang and the other down below . Wow. She had never felt arousal like it. And she still had 9 weeks to go, if she carried on like this she could get seriously doughy.