Weight of love

Chapter 1 - seeing is believing

She wasn’t convinced, or at least she hadn’t been convinced. He had finally confessed his fantasy of feeding her much fatter some time ago, and while she was oddly aroused at the idea of gaining weight, she had always been thin and was convinced her metabolism was just too fast.

But his attention to the plan was relentless. It was when she tried on the jeans that she had just bought that she became unconvinced. They were...tight? The mirror confirmed she had a...muffin-top?

Little did she know that this was just the beginning of their journey.

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“Wow, we’re stopping for ice cream AFTER that whole meal and dessert,” her friend exclaimed incredulously as they pulled through the drive-thru. “Who’s this new Melanie? What’s gotten into you,” she asked, playfully poking her in her once-flat gut.

“Oh, I, uh...did you want some, too? I’m just so tired of dieting,” she lied, slapping her hand away and blushing. “Is it that noticeable?”

Her friend was right though. She would have never indulged in anything that would have negated her workout.

That was, until she met him...and when she still worked out. When she agreed to let him feed her, something awoke inside of her. It was primal. She wanted, needed to get bigger, and it was clearly starting to show.

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“Hey, baby,” he said, bumping through the doorway with an overflowing box of her favorite foods. He clearly was struggling with the weight of it, as he hefted it to the counter-top. “Dinner time! Hope you brought your appetite again today!”

This had been their routine for some time now. When she first agreed to gain a little weight, she tolerated it, indulging him. But as her figure ballooned, so did her appetite, and she began to crave the feeding sessions and undivided attention. Her focus had narrowed, and food had replaced most of her more athletic pursuits.

“Oooff, look at that gut,” he exclaimed, rubbing his hand across her soft, expanding figure. “And you didn’t think we’d get here, but here we are!”