Chapter 1 - the night i had to let it all hang out..

I had a vague awareness that I was turned on by the idea of gaining weight, but I figured that all women who were starving themselves probably had that fantasy. The kink was in there, trying to come to light, but I had spent my 25 years pushing it to the back of my mind. But there was one specific night that all of that changed...

I had moved back to my hometown after 8 years away, and was texting with a guy I had known and hooked up with occasionally in high school. While I was moving around for my career, he had been touring with his emo band (that makes us sound old haha). Last time we saw each other, I had been about 105 and he told me later that he had gotten down to about 130 to look the part on stage.

After years of keeping myself under 100 pounds, I started to eat and quickly got up to about 125. I still looked skinny but I felt so fat, and I was nervous to meet up with him. But every time we had plans, he would ditch me or ghost or "fall asleep"

So one night I had enough, and told him that if he didn't come meet me, I was just going to show up at his house. So I did..

I squeezed myself into a short plaid skirt that once a little slutty in length, but was now downright obscenely short. I couldn't find a top that was revealing enough to be enticing without clinging to the tiny roll of chub collecting around my belly button. Instead, I chose to wear simply a denim vest- it showed plenty of boob and a little hip, but covered the fact that my belly had grown a bit convex.

Driving over there, I felt chubby stuffed into this ensemble, and highly aware of the way it made my body jiggle slightly with every bump in the road. I still felt embarrassed, but my pride and my sex drive won out, and I kept driving.

I was surprised to find out that his "house," was actually his mother's new trailer. "New" in the sense that it wasn't his childhood home where we used to ditch school and fool around.. the trailer itself was a tired and rusty little dwelling off the intersection of two highways.

His mother answered the door and found me standing on her porch stuffed into an outfit clearly designed to be taken off, and very confused about the situation. I felt a sting of humiliation, but had to remind myself that Rebecca* was unlikely to judge. When we were kids, she had been a "waitress," at the local strip joint, and was never a tiny waif of a woman herself. So while other mothers may have turned away the horny chubby girl ringing the doorbell at midnight, Rebecca let me in and pointed me to his bedroom.

He didn't respond to my knock, but Becky told me that it was fine to walk in. It was pitch black inside, and I turned on the lights to find a filthy room and a large mass snoring heavily under the blankets. Still mostly asleep, he instinctively tried to fight me when I pulled off the covers, but I won. 

And there, I discovered the reason for all of those dropped dates. The man laying on the mattress had Bobby's eyes and signature jet black hair, but was otherwise completely unrecognizable. His once angular face was a moon-shaped circle, his arms and legs pudgy with cellulite. But the show stopper was his enormous belly. It's sheer size was shocking. I know I must have looked stunned, because he turned red immediately.

I knew I should have felt disgusted by the fatty bloated figure the former lead singer, but I wasn't. I was aroused, for some reason. I remember touching my own belly, and feeling the little chub that had made its way over my skirt, and thinking, maybe I'm just turned on because I look skinny next to him?" But that wasn't true, I was turned on by the way he looked as a fat man, and the way his body failed to fit in his clothes.

It took weeks before he let me touch his fattened body, and probably a year before he let me play with his chubby gut. But in that time, we discovered how amazing our bodies felt together.. and found myself attracted to a very different shape of man.

He told me later that he had put on 90 pounds in the 8 years since we had seen each other- but most of it came on in the last eighteen months or so. We became a couple, he continued putting on weight, and I continued struggling with the fact that I found his gain extremely erotic.

And he finally told me that he didn't mind the extra pounds I had put on right beside him. I had filled out another 15 pounds, growing an officially chubby belly, jiggly thick thighs, and much deeper cleavage. I was secretly turned on by it, but I didn't know how he felt about constantly having more of me to grab.

I finally asked him, and I will never forget the way he phrased his response..

"All your extra weight goes to all the right places.. don't diet, let me feed you ALL the pizzas!"

It was an offhand comment for him, but by this point I was already reading and writing weight gain fiction.. he had NO idea how hot that way for me!

The romantic part of that relationship ran its course, but by the end of it, we both had discovered our deep kink. The girls in his Facebook pictures get bigger with every post, and I know exactly how he's doing it. Because over here, I'm doing the exact same thing 😈