Chapter 1

Disclaimer: This story contains mature themes including explicit language, sexual scenes and erotic female weight gain. Reader discretion is advised.


She walked into the coffee shop a few minutes late, unlike you who had arrived fifteen minutes earlier. This disparity in timing wasn't accidental, for neither of you. It was sort of a power play on your side and, as you suspected, on her side also. You coming in advance played well with your self-image of a confident man who controls the situation from the beginning. Her coming late without an apology was most certainly an attempt at playing the I'm-not-gonna-play-by-your-rules card.


Recognizing you instantly, she walked straight to the table where you were seated – eyes bright, smile wide, hips swaying. She approached you slowly, like a lion approaches its prey, her mane-of-a-hair alight by setting sun shining through the glass door behind her. You sensed the gold digger vibe the second she leaned forward across the table to give you a kiss on the cheek, providing you - certainly intentionally - with a full-on view of her well-developed bosom. The sleek red dress with a generous cleavage was a good choice, you had to admit that…


You hated when women pandered to rich men like that. You considered such behavior deplorable and unappealing. Nevertheless, you were still a man and she was, well, beautiful… Like, stunningly beautiful - her flawless and soft-yet-defined features had the perfect balance of cuteness and sex appeal, with just the right amount of charisma thrown into the mix. She was way too skinny for your taste, but you saw potential in her – especially after you witnessed the voracity with which she devoured the salted-caramel cheesecake you had ordered for her.


The date went great, much better than you had initially expected. She was enchanting and you willingly let yourself fall under her spell. An hour, two more pieces of cheesecake and a vanilla latté in her belly later, you two left the coffee shop together. After a rather passionate make-out session and some heavy petting that occurred in the darkness of some back alley, the two of you took a taxi to your place.


An unspoken deal between you was set that night. You would provide all the spoils of the most upper class lifestyle for her to enjoy. And in return she would spread her legs for you and let you enjoy the way her pussy felt tight around your dick. A perfect symbiosis.


From then on, you spend majority of time in each others company, fucking round-the-clock, filling the the time between orgasms mostly with food and alcohol. In the bedroom, you would take the lion’s share of all the work, while she would do most of the eating and drinking. It turned out she was a hedonist by nature, always ready to be spoiled. Day after day, you would surprise her with expensive gifts, intoxicate her mind with fine wine and, most importantly, keep her belly stuffed to the brim with the best food she'd ever tasted. And still, day after day, she would be ready for more. The best was never enough for her. And you loved it!


Not even a full month flew by and you could already feel the softening effect all your pampering had on her figure – her thighs and hips grew wider and a small roll of chub developed on her lower belly, spilling over her panties whenever she was sitting down.


You could not take your hands off her, and she seemed to enjoy all the physical attention. When you fucked her she would moan loudly, drunk with both wine and pleasure, as your hands explored the chub distributed around her midsection or fiddled with her slightly enlarged breasts. Occasionally, while taking her from behind, you would gently jiggle her growing but cheeks, watching in fascination as the ripples spread through the soft surface of her thickening thighs and through the fat accumulated on her widening hips.


One sex-session after another, you would come inside her while your fingers sank into the soft pudge on her lower abdomen. At first, they could hardly pinch an inch, but as weeks flew by they sank deeper and deeper. She didn't seem to mind your fat-fixation, nor did she seem to be worried about her expanding figure. She was probably too preoccupied with the spoils of her new-found lifestyle to care. Plus, her mind was intoxicated most of the time - both by the glitter of luxury and, of course, by the gallons of wine she so eagerly poured down her throat.


You pampered her growing appetite and catered to her every whim, watching her grow lazier and softer by the day.