Author's note: So I added just over 2,700 words to this part, but I did not finish my next part of Amber's story tonight. Like the last two weeks I'll get that out by Sunday. In the meantime I hope you enjoy Anna's journey!
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-Polaris
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The Double Date
Part 4
I knew I needed to put the brakes on gaining weight before it got out of control. Feedism was Calab’s fetish, not mine. At least, that’s what I kept telling myself...
I could contain my imagination’s strange new fixation, for the most part, when I was by myself, but then I moved out of my sister’s place and in with Calab, and all bets were off. Knowing what Calab couldn’t resist was too tempting for me to resist. Around our apartment I made a point to wear clothes that were just a size or so too small for me. Feeling his eyes clued to my thicker body was oh so addicting but watching him get so flustered and horny when I overate was intoxicating.
I loved driving him crazy, arousing him at all times of the day, using his secret desire to see my body continue to expand to my advantage. I would let my newfound gut poke out from under my undersized pajamas, tank tops, and crop tops. Complain that I was hungry, even when I wasn’t. Pig out whenever he was watching, and he was always watching.
Calab was all over me. One second, I’d be bending over in the kitchen cleaning something up, and then the next second Calab would be dragging me into the bedroom for a satisfying and frisky romp in the sack. I never wanted this wonderful lusty love to stop, so I kept overeating. Every breakfast, lunch, and dinner Calab cooked for me, I’d ask for seconds, sometimes thirds. Snacking morphed into an ever-present hobby, especially late at night on the couch, cuddling with my man, watching TV and absolutely gorging myself on sugary breakfast cereals, frozen pizzas, and ice cream.
For a time, my worries about my rising weight dissipated, after all, now that I was living with Caleb, I didn’t have my sister pestering me about my inflating figure. The shock of transitioning from a fit former athlete to a chubby one had initially caused a stir among my group of friends and even among my coworkers, but eventually people seemed to get used to it, and the embarrassing interactions seemed to dwindle. I still had my moments, bumping into people I shouldn’t have because I wasn’t used to how wide my hips had spread, little wardrobe malfunctions, things like that, but I never was confronted with any true wake-up calls, so I just kept loving my life and sucking down calories like there was no tomorrow.
Eventually squeezing into my wardrobe became so much of a chore I dipped into Caleb’s. He had a plethora of sweatpants, and comfy t-shirts for me to slip into, although after a few months of living with Caleb, even some of his clothes were getting pretty tight on me.
Blinded by bliss, I didn’t really think about how much weight I was gaining. It was easier to enjoy the ride than face the consequences of my newfound gluttony. So, I let myself continue down the fattening path I was on. Until one day, shortly after our one-year anniversary, my sister reached out, wanting to meet up for…
A double date.
I’d moved out six months ago, in that time we’d both gotten pretty busy, and comfortable with our newfound boyfriends. It had been forever since we’d done anything truly exciting, so Grace suggested the four of us hit up a nightclub. I agreed without a second thought about what I would wear.
Then reality set in, and I got my first real wake-up call in months.
I’d outgrown every last cocktail dress I owned months ago, and I hadn’t replaced them with cute outfits in larger sizes, I’d simply been way too lazy. I couldn’t go to a club in a tight pair of Caleb’s sweatpants. I needed to do the unthinkable. I needed to ask my older sister if she had something in my size.
Her response via text message was as predictable as it was smug:
Sure. What size are you now?
Fatty
Blushing with embarrassment, I honestly had no idea. Rather than heave my fattened ass up off the couch and look in a mirror or step on a scale, I simply pulled up my Instagram and started scrolling through recent photos of me that my friends had taken when we were out and about. One of the pictures was a full body photo of me from the side, and my jaw literally dropped when I saw it. I looked… pregnant.
I was wearing a pair of Caleb’s grey sweatpants and a shabby tank top, but I realized for the first time there was a massive belly protruding out super far over the waistline, and love handles being squeezed out over the sides. My top was stretched so tight across my stomach that you could see the indent of my belly button, but that wasn’t even the worst of it, when my eyes gazed a little lower, I was absolutely mortified.
Each individual thigh of mine looked practically larger than my waist used to be back when I’d been a 120-pound fit girl. And my ass… My ass looked thicker and squishier than my belly did. A year into my relationship with a fat fetishist and it had finally happened, I didn’t look thick, I didn’t look curvy, I didn’t look pudgy. To my eyes, I looked well and truly chubby. With a softened face, soft squishy arms, and sadly breasts that hadn’t inflated nearly as much as my gut or butt, I’d transformed into a plump bottom-heavy blimp.
Dropping my phone onto the couch next to me and looking down in momentary horror, my eyes saw fatter breasts that had lost some of their previous perkiness, a bulbous belly that had been constantly overfed, and massive thunder thighs. A simple flustered cough was enough to cause my swollen figure to jiggle, EVERYWHERE, as if to emphasize just how far I’d let myself go in such a short amount of time.
Heaving myself out of my exceedingly comfortable position on the couch, I wobbled to my feet, trying to find my center of gravity, only to realize it had changed. Not wanting to alert Caleb, I quietly snuck away to our bathroom, my feet clumsily plodding. I could feel my thighs jiggling with every step and my fat bottom twitching upward and downward, as if each cheek was bouncing rhythmically. I needed to know the damage. I needed to know how far I had let myself fall in my quest to satisfy Caleb’s secret fetish.
The second I arrived in front of the bathroom mirror; I peeled the t-shirt of Caleb’s I was wearing upward and looked with a sense of awe at the extent my greedy pot-belly had grown. Thick and plump with a pair of juicy love handles to boot. It was plenty of flesh for Caleb to grab, pinch, and kiss, but way too much to make any dress I borrowed from Grace look remotely flattering.
That’s when it hit me.
“My belly looks just as big as Grace’s…” I gasped quietly, as I bent over and rushed to find my scale under the sink. No sooner did I grab it and toss it on the ground in front of me, than I stepped upon it and stared with worry at the number that seemed especially slow to blink…
217
‘No way I weigh that much…’ I thought to myself in disbelief. I figured the scale must have been miscalibrated or even broken. So, after replacing the batteries and weighing myself three more times, I was left gawking in disbelief at my bloated reflection in the mirror and the scale, because no matter what I did, the number didn’t seem to change.
It took me longer than I care to admit to get real with myself. I weighed at least as much as Grace did… And I was four inches shorter than her. 220 pounds on a 5’9 frame was chubby, but 217 pounds on a 5’5 frame was even chubbier. Saying I was discouraged by my realization would be an understatement. I was crushed.
I was someone who had always prided myself on my compulsory thinness, and now I wasn’t thin. To be honest I hadn’t been thin for a while, but in my mind, it had been okay because I was still thinner than my sister. Now, in my family’s eyes, in everyone’s eyes, I would be the big one. The thought of being seen, being judged, made me shake. I was so nervous. To attempt to settle my hands I placed them upon my exposed belly and let my soft newfound fat absorb some of my jittery energy.
“What’s wrong Anna?” A concerned and loving voice echoed from outside the bathroom’s open door.
‘What’s wrong? I’ve gotten sooo fat!’ I thought to myself before taking a breath and trying to calm my alarm. In Caleb’s presence, with his eyes on my newly chubby body, my nervous energy turned almost immediately into excitement and arousal. I’d been playing this game with Caleb for so long, it was easy to give him what I thought he wanted to hear, “I’ve been eating real good lately… I think I put on some weight… Can you tell??”
Turning to my side, I gave my boyfriend a front row view to my thickened waistline and my backside’s precipitous outward expansion. This caused Calab to unleash a warm smile. Entering the bathroom without a word, he stepped behind me and pulled me into his carrying embrace. Looking my reflection over in the mirror, his hands traced the outline of my beefier figure, and he whispered in my ear, “I can tell, just a little bit... I kinda like it though.”
My heart practically skipped a beat, as an excited shiver reverberated down my neck. Caleb was never shy about giving me physical affirmation, but verbal affirmation about my weight gain was something new. Still though, as I let what he’d just said to me stew inside my flustered brain for a moment, I couldn’t deny that I wanted more.
‘A little??? I gained a lot of weight for you!! And what do you mean kinda??? You love this sht! This sht is what gets you off! Kinda???’ I thought to myself, as my mind frantically echoed similar thoughts over and over again at breakneck speed.
However, rather than airing my impatience, I did as I’d practiced and played to his secret desires, “Are you sure? Sucking in doesn’t even hide my gut anymore… I got chunky. I think I’m fatter than my sister. It’s bad.”
After saying that Caleb watched in my reflection as I tried to suck in my round gut only to let it out moments later with a distinct jiggle.
“It’s not bad, there is just even more of you to love now.” Caleb replied trying to console me, but clearly getting aroused by my acknowledgement of my newfound increase in size. I couldn’t resist pressing my thick and squishy butt into his lap as he stood behind me.
“You mean more fat to grab.” I pretended to pout, giving my booty a little twerk, “My ass has totally ballooned!”
“I love your ass; I love every inch of you. You’re perfect for me, Anna.” Caleb professed, before momentarily pausing, digging his hands affectionately into my softened hips and then adding, “It’s weird for me to say this because, I don’t know if you’ve picked up on it from my side comments… but it turns me on that you’ve put on some weight ...”
I froze. And held my breath. After a year of overindulgence, the moment I was waiting for had finally arrived. I couldn’t have felt happier. He finally felt comfortable enough with me to come clean about his secret fetish, but to my surprise, my tongue was tied. It was almost like part of me wasn’t happy, part of me didn’t want things to change.
So, in response to my silence, Caleb kept talking, “I wanted to tell you for so long, but I just worried about how you might react, I’ve had bad experiences with… coming out about this before.”
I exhaled, “Coming out about what exactly?”
“I’ve got a… thing for a beautiful girl like you putting on weight.” Caleb tried to elaborate, clearly getting nervous.
“A thing?” I echoed wanting him to say the truth.
“A… fetish. I guess…” Caleb blushed trying his best to come clean.
“Hmm? Let me get this straight. It turns you on that I’ve gotten comfortable in our relationship and let myself go a little bit?” I questioned with a little cheeky clap to my exposed roll of lower belly fat.
“Yes…” Caleb nodded, sounding quite worried.
“Well, that’s a relief. I was worried you’d be upset with me.” I lied turning around and facing Caleb unable to hide the slightest of grins.
“You’ve got nothing to worry about. Regardless of what you weigh, I really think we’re perfect together.” He assured me looking deeply into my eyes but clearly craving to ogle my chubbier body.
“Aww, that’s sweet, but umm… since you like that I’ve gained weight… Do you want me to gain… more? Or something?” I blushed, perhaps showing my hand so to speak.
“No, no. Not at all. In fact, if you want to lose the weight, I’d fully support you.” Caleb quickly stammered not picking up the hint I was dropping about my interest to engage with his desires.
Wanting to spell it out a little more clearly without giving away the privileged knowledge I’d acquired about him through Grace’s dubious means, I replied, “But… If you like that I’ve put on weight… what I’m saying is… I wouldn’t be against… considering… y’know… putting on some more.”
“No, I really don’t want you to change your body just because I might like it.” Caleb tried to assure me, but knowing what I knew about him, I was anything but assured.
“Might?” I echoed probably sounding slightly disappointed even though I was trying to hide it.
“Okay, I would like it if you gained more weight, but I really don’t want you to do that for me.” Caleb clarified rather quickly.
‘Is he saying what he thinks I want to hear? Or does he really mean that?’ I couldn’t know for sure, so I just kept my thoughts to myself.
Out conversation continued for a little while until it was time to go visit my sister and his brother. When we finished talking, I did feel much closer to Caleb and I felt honored that he felt comfortable enough to finally confess his secret desires to me, but I was honestly disappointed he didn’t ask me to try and satisfy his fantasies. I had been secretly trying to do just that for a whole year, I could only imagine how much better I could be for him if he worked with me. I didn’t want him to settle for less than what he truly wanted, and to be honest, I had been looking forward to the day we could dip our toes into feedism together. Now it seemed like that day might never come, and I wasn’t thrilled about that, even though it probably was a good omen for my weight problem.
With our feedism conversation paused, our plan for the night was to head over to Grace and Joe’s place, so I could borrow one of Grace’s outfits, then we could order something to eat for dinner and pregame together before heading out clubbing. We arrived at their place a little while later, and I was still wearing sweats. My sister answered the door.
“Well, well, well. Welcome to our humble abode. Come on in.” Grace smiled giving each of us a once over before adding, “Joe’s on the couch, Anna, come with me.”
“Thanks again for letting me borrow something.” I muttered, as Caleb and I went in our differing directions. Grace was dolled up in a flattering pair of high-waisted jean shorts and a dark-colored, long-sleeved, shoulder-less top. Her outfit highlighted her very full hourglass shape, those massive breasts of her’s and her more toned than usual legs. I couldn’t help throwing a little complement in her direction in the hopes that she might take it easy on me tonight, “You look great by the way.”
“Thanks, Joe and I have been biking on the weekends. What have you and Caleb been doing?” Grace hummed, as we entered the bedroom, and she closed the door behind me.
“You know… Same old, same old.” I muttered a little nervous.
Walking over to me, lifting up my shirt and gaping at the size of my belly, Grace teased, “Let me guess, does it involve lots of food?”
“Don’t be rude.” I warned her crossing my mushy arms together and resting them just under my bust.
“I can’t help it, all that extra weight you’ve been gaining is really starting to show.” Grace punctuation with a poke to my love handles, “I think you’re bigger than I am.”
“I… Might be.” I sighed before adding a stubborn, “Barely.”
It was almost as if Grace wanted me to say something like that, because no sooner had the word left my greedy lips than she snapped, “Let’s find out for sure. Here, try on my shorts.”
Before I had a chance to respond, Grace had already taken off her pants and thrown them at my face.
“Do we really have to do this?” I sighed trying not to blush.
“Humor me. I’ve been the fat sister for ages, just let me have this.” Grace urged, as I rolled my eyes.
“Fine.” I muttered taking off my sweatpants. Of the two of us I was certainly the chubbier one at a glance, by a slight, but noticeable, margin. As such it came as no surprise when the short’s constricting fabric began to bind itself around my thighs. I had to wriggle a lot to get the shorts over my puffy flesh and even more so to get them over my porky butt cheeks. It was a tight fit, a very tight fit, but I eventually succeeded. The only task remaining was to pull the zipper up and button them, but the zipper wasn’t moving, and flaps of the shorts were not closing. My belly was a problem, but so was my puffier pubic area.
“Maybe wear them like that, button open, zipper down, haha! Try and start a new trend.” Grace joked at my expense while I grunted and struggled to the point, I was losing my breath and beginning to sweat.
“I don’t think spilling out of shorts is ever going to be a trend…” I grunted knowing that my figure was straining these shorts well past their limits, “Ugh! They are not closing!”
“Want me to help?” Grace offered with a smile on her face.
“Nooo!” I replied trying to wiggle and jump, anything to fasten these shorts together and prove to my sister that if I had eclipsed her in weight, it hadn’t been by that much. Sucking in as hard as I could, I did manage to close the button together after a considerable amount of effort. My fingers were aching from all that fiddling. Letting out a sigh of relief, my gut expanded back outward forming a bulge of blubbery fat that put enough strain on the button that, like a cracked dam, caused the waistline of the shorts to eventually burst.
“It’s official.” Grace teased in response, as my face reddened with embarrassment.
“What’s official??” I grunted with some frustration.
“The family’s got a new heavyweight champion!” Grace teased with a little pat to my once again freed gut.
“Stop it.” I requested sounding defeated.
“I’ll stop it when you stop getting fat.” Grace argued.
“Well, you can stop because this is as fat as I’m going to get.” I revealed.
“Finally reached your limit?” Grace questioned not sounding too surprised.
“Caleb and I finally talked about his fetish, and he doesn’t want me gaining anymore weight. Says I’m perfect as is.” I revealed as Grace’s face lit up.
“Aww, well isn’t that sweet.” She cheered leaning into me and giving me an unpromoted hug, before whispering in my ear, “I gotta be honest though, I’m a little disappointed. I was kinda hoping you’d get bigger, so I’d look better by comparison.”
“Shut up.” I laughed rolling my eyes. It sounded like she was joking and in my current flustered state I was willing to believe her.
Once Grace had enough fun teasing me, she helped me get ready and the four of us ordered takeout for dinner. Grace and I each ordered a salad and Joe and Caleb each ordered burgers and fries. To pregame we played a little flip cup, downing a few beers before the food arrived. Once it did, I was tipsy and hungry.
My salad looked completely unappetizing. Once upon a time they were the staple of my diet, but now they just did not seem like enough at all. So, instinctively my attention turned to Caleb’s food. Looking at his burger, I explained with desire, “Wow, look at that.”
“What?” He questioned chewing the first bite of his burger.
“Caleb, that looks really good… I should have gotten one.” I admitted, as Grace gave me an eyeroll of her own and Joe seemed to ignore our exchange entirely.
“Do you want a bite?” He offered, holding out the greasy cheeseburger for me to take from him.
“Yes!” I cooed, but instead of grabbing it, I did something else. I don’t know if it was because of my disappointment relating to our conversation earlier or because I was tipsy, but I leaned upward from my chair, opened my mouth and took a bite of Caleb’s burger while he held it over the table, “Mhh!”
My enjoyment was obvious I wasn’t even embellishing this time. All I could think about was Caleb feeding me more, so I asked with my mouth full, “Can I have another bite?”
“G-go ahead.” Caleb gulped, his brother now paying attention to what was happening as I leaned over the table, my belly flopping against the edge, and took another bite while Caleb held his food for me.
“Mhh!” I hummed even louder, before adding, “Do you mind if we trade?”
“Of course not.” Caleb muttered, quickly putting his burger down on his plate and swapping it with my salad.
“Thanks.” I winked, sensing that my behavior had turned Caleb on something fierce. I loved that I could get him flustered like this.
After another ravenous bite, this time holding the burger with my own two hands, Joe piped up, “D*mn girl chill.”
Promptly earning him a disapproving look from his brother, and what sounded like a kick underneath the table from my sister. Smiling to myself, it was in that moment I realized it was within my power to see if Caleb was serious about what he said earlier or if his true desires were for an even larger girlfriend. My shrinking wardrobe had constrained my body like society’s norms and values were constraining my agency as it came to expressing my growing affinity for Caleb’s fetish. I could either settle for what was safe and familiar, or press forward into what was new, exciting, and fattening.
Making up my mind, I took another hearty bite of my burger and sent Caleb a knowing smile. He didn’t seem to know what to make of my behavior, but I knew I could help him with that, even if he didn’t want me to just yet.