“And that makes a full set.”
I tossed the last pair of jeans hanging in my closet into the box on my bed. Like its brethren it was destined for Goodwill, as it was too small to suit me now.
Or I should say I was too big for them. Over the past month my waistline had grown rounder and bigger, and all my old pants and most of my shirts had become restrictive or unable to cover me up fully. Even the shirts I did have that didn’t squeeze at the shoulders would ride up on my belly when I started moving or eating.
And I was doing a lot of eating lately. My offer to help Shelley pack on the pounds for her own purposes had roped me into gaining weight myself. In hindsight it seemed obvious; you can’t invite a person over to your house to pig out on cereal, bacon and pancakes without coming to think it’s OK for you to keep pace with her. And if all the times you hang out with her she’s eating something, it’s only a matter of time before you start overeating as well.
To be honest, I had realized this a couple weeks ago when I was going through two bowls of cereal and a stack of pancakes – and still hungry again hours before lunch – but the weight gain itself hadn’t kicked in and it’s not like I’ve ever had any hang-ups about my body.
It was only now, as my wardrobe was starting to shrink, that I recognized the changes taking place. And I still wasn’t that bothered. Maybe it’s because I’m a guy and it’s OK if we’re chubby.
Still, I thought as I loaded the box into my car, maybe I should cut back a little.
Sliding behind the wheel, my phone rang.
“Hey, Conrad,” it was Shelley, and by the sound of it she was in the middle of another snack. Or meal. At this point it was hard to tell where the division was. “You should get down here to AFT. There’s a flash sale on buckets for the rest of the afternoon.”
I could always cut back later.
**
Or not. Another month of playing food buddy with Shelley had obliterated any sense of self-control or willpower I had, burying it under layers of flab. I was almost 300 pounds as the summer came to an end, twice the man I once was. My neck was almost hidden behind the two new chins I had acquired, my upper arms were as fat as my thighs had once been, and my belly... I was almost proud of my belly, so big and wide and round. My torso had widened steadily as the pounds piled on, but my belly kept expanding even bigger.
When I sat down it filled my lap, forcing my legs apart, and when I stood it sagged over my crotch. I could just barely get my arms around it, but I had long since stopped trying to hitch my pants up my waist. I just let my belly hang free when I got dressed, most of my shirts unable to cover up the lowest hang even as I kept adding more X’s to my clothes.
My arms and legs had also gotten chubby and then fat, and my butt was a solid seat of blubber that smothered any chair I sat in.
To say nothing of how my appetite had grown. I was still eating whenever I was with Shelley, or just when I felt hungry, but nowadays it almost felt like I was hungry all the time. When I woke up in the morning my belly was rumbling for food, and I only went to sleep after I had eaten enough to feel well and truly full.
If I was anywhere else people would have been talking, but here in Hesper there were quite a few people porking up. Such as Shelley. My food buddy had been serious about trying to gain weight, and she had been just as successful as I was. She was lighter than me when we started, so it made sense that she was ‘only’ 275 pounds now, but she could match me plate for plate at the table.
In fact, we were more often than not encouraging one another to keep going even after we felt full. Eating to satisfy our hunger didn’t register with us anymore; now we were eating just to eat, and with the other acting as a support partner it was a rare meal where one of us didn’t push the other to order another round of tacos or have another slab of cake.
Shelley’s gains had first resulted in a serious hourglass figure, her breasts and butt taking the lion’s share of the new fat while her torso thickened just a little to keep her proportions. But after a while there was just too much fat and not enough places to put it, and her middle began filling out bigger than the rest of her. Now she had a belly that was almost a mirror like mine, a true gut that swelled out before her and dominated her figure.
And she enjoyed filling that gut. Every morning she would stop by my house for breakfast, followed by the two of us heading to Polyburger or AFT for second breakfast. Then she would go to work and I would find something to do for the rest of the morning, before we met up for lunch at two or sometimes three different places. Unless we were hitting a buffet, then we spent the whole hour there. Then she would grab a bunch of snacks to take back to work with her to tide her over, and I was left to my own devices.
Then at dinner we went all out, either getting several courses at one place or hitting four or five places for variety. Either way, we packed ourselves with so much food it was almost unbelievable. Then we stopped at Queen Penguin for dessert, getting a couple extra large sundaes and some other treats before waddling home to pass out. Sometime in the middle of the night I would wake up and grab a snack – just a 30 minute binge to tide me over – and then I would go back to sleep, waiting for morning when we could start all over again.
On her days off we spent most of our time at the buffets, taking advantage of the ‘all you can eat’ motto by testing our limits over a few hours at a time. Not once did we leave a buffet without our shirts riding up our bellies and our pants unbuttoned.
“Looks like you did a little more than give it a try,” I said to her one day.
“Whuzzat?” she asked drowsily.
We were sitting on a bench at Founder’s Park downtown, our two butts filling the entire seat. We had just finished a six-hour marathon at Seven Dragons, but we still had room for shakes; so we came down to Creamy Mountain, which sold 128-ounce milkshakes, and picked up a couple apiece. As we got comfortable on the bench I looked over at Shelley, leaning back and breathing heavily; at her belly, rising up to her double-chin and pushing her boobs to the sides.
“You said you were going to give getting fat a try. I think you did more than that.”
“Yeah...” she drank from one of her shakes. “Doesn’t mean I’m going to stop now, though. I’m hooked, Conrad. I can’t stop eating even if I wanted to.”
“What does Ella think about the new you?” I asked, referring to her boss.
“She loves it. Thinks I get on better with the customers now. And I don’t know that she’s wrong. It certainly helps that I’m buying all my clothes from the store, so they know that I know what I’m talking about.
“What about you? You thinking of quitting?” She smiled at me, patting my belly. “This getting too heavy to carry around?”
“I never planned on this,” I said, “so it’s not like I would be giving up on anything. But why stop? I’m enjoying myself, and I can’t let you have all the good food to yourself.”
“Speaking of... I could go for a burrito or two right now. How does Taco Pit sound?”
“Sure. Some Mexican pizza, some churros.”
We both groaned as we leaned forward and got to our feet, but the thought of more food was enough to give us strength. As we waddled on, two blubber balls draining their shakes so their hands were free to grab more food, I looked around the park. There were others out enjoying the day with food in hand. As I had said, a lot of people in Hesper were discovering all the good food in town, and weren’t adverse to a big meal now and then.
But as I checked out the other chubsters or outright fatties, I noticed
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