Giving In

Chapter 1 - Giving In

Sweat dripped drop after drop like a slow leaky faucet. The burn in your core built. You began to shake. Burn was quickly becoming pain. Beep beep! the phone timer went off and you immediately collapsed on to your yoga mat. There's a special place in hell for whoever invented planks. You peeled your tired body off the yoga mat and hobbled to locker room, mercifully done for the day. You sat on the bench in front of your locker and caught your breath. Zoning out for what must have been at least 5 minutes. You saw yourself in the mirror and stood to inspect. Your slim toned physique wet with sweat gently reflected the fluorescent light.

Your long black hair, dyed with red highlights was your favorite feature. The one part of your appearance that you had even slightly customized. Your jawline was sharp as ever. Shoulders and arms thin but toned. Your supple breasts easily contained in a red sports bra, the B cups perhaps a bit snug. Your abs were still burning but solidly defined. Broad hips helped to form a small but toned and perky butt and gave way to thin thighs looking sleek in matching red yoga pants. Thankful for a mostly empty gym locker room you showered, dressed, and walked out of the gym. Your legs were heavy, you cursed your decision to walk despite it only being about 5 or so minutes from your apartment.

You reached the end of the block and saw a familiar face "oh hey Claire!" you yelled delighted by the sight of her. Claire was not what what one might describe as "fit". In fact the walk to class from her apartment was probably the most exercise she got. Her body contrasted yours in nearly every way. A layer of softness accentuated her jawline and softened her neck, submerging the collar bones. The lack of visible collar bones made obvious by Claire's insistence on wearing plunging necklines to show off her round buxom curves. Such curves had come in handy at the bar helping her score free drinks. Beneath the expanse of her well endowed chest jiggled a round roll of belly fat that rolled at her sides and rippled as she walked, spilling over the high waist of her jeans. Jeans that looked painted on they were so tight. Her hips were incredibly wide, round, and ate up chairs for breakfast and the reason she always got to sit shotgun when carpooling. Her thighs rippled and rubbed together as she walked toward you grinning ear to ear. She was so confident and happy.

"Hey!! Just finish your workout?" - "Yup! headed to class?" - "I was going to grab a coffee first" and she gestured at the coffee shop across the street "wanna come?". You felt drained and could use the pick-me-up, "sure!". You walked together and laughed about your friend Mark's failed attempt at growing a mustache. "Well, I'm just glad he listened to reason - that thing made him look like a 70's pornstar but in the worst way possible" Claire said as she walked up to the counter "yah, can I have a chocolate brownie blend" she turned to you "it's new, like their version of a frap - you should try it! it's so freaking good" . You looked up at the board, it did look enticing, especially the smores one. The calories ranged from 160-500...quite a few more than in the 0 in the black coffee you were intending to buy. Reading your mind Claire leaned in "Oh come on, you earned it! Enjoy a little!" "mmm alright, I'll do the smores one, small please".

You got your drinks and walked out of the store. Claire gave you a small wave and headed the other direction "enjoy that!" she said as she turned and walked away, bouncing gently with every step. You resumed walking home, just a couple blocks away. You looked at the drink, the whipped cream starting to mix in and topped with graham cracker and chocolate bits. You sipped. "fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck" you murmured to yourself and a sense of euphoria built and centered gently in your forehead. Your lips and tongue seemed to tingle. The pleasure kept hitting you with each sip. It consumed your attention as your legs moved on autopilot. Each sip intoxicating You found yourself home before you knew it but the frap was already gone.

You woke up on Tuesday feeling refreshed. You ate your serving of bland oats and got dressed. Your workout was hard today. That refreshed feeling evaporated about 1/4 the way through and you'd crumpled to the yoga mat once more gasping to catch your breath after the plank. You laid in your own sweat for a bit and zoned out, staring blankly at the ceiling. The thought of yesterday's frap came to mind and the "you earned it" from Claire. It was a slippery slope but you wanted it again. The thought of the tasty drink powered you to the locker room. You changed and walked to the shop and 10 minutes later you were walking home, another small smores blend in hand and a punch card. The bliss hit you again. The euphoria. The sweet sugary treat gave you intense satisfaction and when you laid down in bed at the end of the day it was the highlight of otherwise dull and routine day of classwork.

Wednesday came early, but you felt some excitement now. After the gym you were going to go back and get another blend. It was motivation. This would help you through and keep you motivated. You got dressed and walked to the gym. Today's routine was a labor. You worked. Perhaps dogging a few reps here and there but at least you did it. You walked to the core area and thought to yourself "almost done". You mind wandered to what flavor you'd have today. Sweat dripped and your muscles protested. The timer mercifully made it to 0:00 and you hastened to the locker room rather than lay in a post exercise stupor. You changed shirts but decided to shower at home. You wanted your reward. You hastily made your way out of the gym and made your victorious walk to the coffee shop. Today you eyed the Oreo blend...."medium please!" you said to the barista. Smalls were simply not enough and were always gone by the time you made it home.

The rest of the week went by slowly. The weekend came and you felt the fatigue of a long week sting you. Sleeping in Saturday morning was a welcome change of pace. The sunshine was a gentler way to wake than the alarm clock. You got up and threw on your gym clothes, not ready to go yet but not wanting to change a second time. You noticed your yoga pants were digging into your waist some but didn't give it a second thought. Your sports bra felt a tad snug around the girls today but again, not a second thought. You sat on the couch eying your coffee pot. Black coffee waited for you but today looked unappealing. The coffee shop called your name. You grabbed your punch card and made the short walk over. Pistachio, size medium, was your choice today and it was good, but not as good as Smores or Oreo. You should have picked the birthday cake one, perhaps next week....."or tomorrow..." you thought.

You sat on your couch finishing the drink, savoring the whipped cream. All you could think about was wanting some actual oreos...but it was getting close to gym time. You sat on the couch thinking and Claire came to mind, what had she said? "Enjoy a little!" well...you had and it had felt good. Very good. It had given you real rush of adrenaline. You wanted more. Perhaps just the weekend? you began to rationalize to yourself. But you already knew what you were going to do. You got up and grabbed your car keys and made for the grocery store. This weekend you were going to enjoy a little.

You felt like a child in a candy store who now finally allowed to have whatever you wanted. Pizza, ice cream, oreos, cupcakes, cookies, chips, and other snacks all made their way into your cart. You felt giddy carrying the bags up the stairs. A bit out of breath, you smiled and thought to yourself "got my exercise in!". You turned on your favorite trash tv and pre heated the oven. A medley of snacks sat before you and you happily began to feast. Oreos, goldfish, a mini cupcake or two...and the chocolate chip cookies....a brain wave hit you and you grabbed the ice cream and a spoon and started making mini ice cream sandwiches. The pleasure of it all cascades through your body. The over beeped and you remembered that you still had pizza to get through "this is a good problem to have" you thought.

Monday came and the sun beams poking between the blinds woke you. You'd forgotten to set your alarm to work out. No matter. You could go after class. Sliding on your yoga pants took a little extra effort today and you felt them hug your thighs and dig into your waist. The cups of your bra felt snug too. You checked yourself out in the mirror and "oh fuck!" you said out loud. You ran your hands over your thighs and back side "I look hot!". Your butt was popping today, looking extra round and shapely. There was a slight ripple in your thighs and hips as your hands moved up finding a supple give in your midsection. At your chest you felt an actual jiggle inside the cups of your bra and a jolt of excitement. These curves were a welcome sight after years of trying to build a butt at the gym.

The softness you felt at your midsection was not forgotten. You slipped off your shirt and your eyes confirmed what your hands had already felt. A new layer of softness had filled in the once defined ab line. Firm muscle now gave in with a jiggle to your touch. A visible representation of your discipline melting away in front of you. Insatiable cravings took over your mind. You sat down on your bed feeling yourself sink deeper now, your thighs slightly spreading. You felt a soft roll of fat form above the lip of your yoga pants and gently poke forward. You pinched it. The soft belly fat filled your fingers and you were hit with a bolt of lightening. Your body went to jello. Your eyes rolled up with pleasure, nipples puckered, and you felt your vagina tingle. Your mouth watered and a feeling of hypnosis crept over you. You laid back on the bed and your hand slipped between your thighs. You felt new softness as you stroked. The sense of time was completely lost as you stroked. Once more you pinched your tummy, its softness bending to the demand of your hands. Lightning hit you in waves this time, full body convulsions of pleasure, you moaned and gasped for breath.

You laid on your bed slightly dumbstruck. In a glow of sweat and pleasure. Reveling in it. The sense of time slowly returned. Class was not for a while. Really it was truly long enough to work out........or......or long enough to grab a coffee and a pastry......you thought and a greedy little smile curled its way across your face. Time felt like an illusion once more as you glided your way to the coffee shop and bought the largest size blended drink they had and one of their large muffins you had eyed for weeks now. There was no more "no" in you any more. You glided home and greedily ate the muffin. The XL size blend finally seemed like the appropriate size, meaning it had survived the walk and not much longer. Still hungry you walked to the fridge and remembered that there was left over ice cream in there. "This early?.....why not?...I want it now, I can buy more later" you thought. You opened the carton, about half was left, a little more than what you had room for and in your mind a problem arose. There wasn't enough room in the freezer for two cartons and you knew you wanted to buy more after class. You looked over at your empty blend cup and it gave you an idea. "Just eat what you can now and melt the rest for a milkshake" and your lips curled once more. You sat on the couch carton and spoon in hand and began to indulge. Spoonful after spoonful hit your lips causing a gleeful tingle with each bite.

Your tummy soon became taught and bloated. The soft roll around your tummy had become a large bulge spilling over at the sides of your yoga pants. You scooped what little remained into a large coffee cup and microwaved it. You looked at the clock and realized it was time to walk to class. You poured your melty treat in a travel mug and threw on a jacket. Your movements were labored and you felt tired just walking through the apartment complex. This wasn't going to work. You texted Claire, who drove to class, for a ride and caught her just in time. "Heeeey!" she said as you got in and drove the short way to class. "Thanks for the ride, I'm just too tired today" - "of course! you're on my way!". You talked about class for the drive and as Claire parked the car you felt her eyes on you. "Whatchya got in the thermos?" - you contemplated for a brief moment. Telling Claire felt...official....Claire...who's roundness was palpable...who effortlessly possessed curves you craved for yourself...."home made milkshake!" you said "oooh that sounds good! I expected you to say some kind of kale shake or some crap!" she smiled "I took your advice...I'm enjoying...." - "good! it looks good on you" she said coyly. You felt a swoop in your stomach.

You were physically present in class but mentally? miles away. You began to notice things. You noticed your own envy of Claire, sitting next to you spilling over her jeans. Your friend Charlie sat next to you both. He to had gone through a change. You used to see him in the gym every day but he had suddenly disappeared from the gym without any mention of it. Yet around the same time Claire had shown him a new burrito place on the other side of campus. They had texted you to join them but you'd kept up at the gym. Over the weeks Charlie had changed. His chiseled figure blurred and then expanded. A beer gut blossomed from his abdomen. His pecs and arms had all softened and an established double chin wobbled. The site of him made Claire blush. You felt his gut squish into you as you hugged him and you too blushed. It was like a veil had been pulled off your eyes. He looked so much better this way. He sat, gently out of breath from the walk over and a bit red with exertion. It made you tingle. You pictured him shirtless feeding you ice cream.

Class ended abruptly. You hadn't heard a word. Lost in your own fantasy. "Need a ride back?" Claire offered "no" you said automatically before catching yourself "well, actually...can you drive me to the grocery store, I'm out of ice cream" and Charlie's eyebrows raised "you eat ice cream? since when?" - "I eat ice cream, pizza, donuts, pastries, milkshakes" -and you shook the empty thermos -"and lots of things! I've been missing out!" Charlie's eyes examined you and you could feel just how snug your yoga pants were getting. His eyebrows still raised he smiled and said "well, looks like you've been making up for lost time" and he turned and said "lets all get dinner after class sometime soon, I'd do it today but I've got work" and for the first time you agreed.

Claire dropped you off at your apartment, a new carton of ice cream in hand and with a knowing smile she said "you're going to eat that whole carton aren't you?" and you looked back at her and back at the carton. The grin curled over your face again. "Pace yourself....and maybe buy some bigger leggings" she smirked and drove away. Bigger leggings? the thought aroused you. Bigger. Softer. You felt hypnotized again. Spoon was in hand now, butt on the couch, arm curling spoonful after spoonful of sweet creamy treat to your mouth. You felt yourself letting go. More. More. You wanted more but your tummy was tight, full with just a 1/4 left. You melted the ice cream and sat. Tummy distended. Sipping your treat.

A week of hypnotic euphoria went by. Punctuated by canceling your gym membership. It was ecstasy. But even in your new self discovery you felt something missing but wasn't sure what just yet. You got ready to meet Claire and Charlie at the burrito place, the place that had changed Charlie from a muscly gym rat to a fat piggy. You wondered what it might do to you. You slid on your yoga pants and you remembered Claire's warning. A soft roll of fat now engulfed your midsection pressing and spilling over the straining spandex. It was more than an inch now. Your butt had rounded significantly finally giving a jiggle when you walked. Your breasts were popping out of their B cups. You saw the faintest sign of a double chin gently pressing out under your softened jawline. Everywhere there was clothing there seemed to be soft spillage of your new soft body. You decided to flaunt it.

Charlie was waiting in the parking lot. His jaw dropped when he saw you. You smirked. You got close to him "Like my new look?" he nodded "I've gained about 20 pounds" he looked dumbstruck. You grinned evilly "that's still not as much as you" and your hands took what they wanted, a nice handful of Charlie's belly squished in your hand "maybe I'll catch up".

.....To be continued......