Rebecca's face was red with exertion and growing damp with perspiration.
"Come on," she grumbled as she pulled up a nondescript pair of gray sweatpants, "come on!"
With no small amount of effort, she managed to pull them up over her bulbous rear-end. A sigh escaped her chubby lips as she looked herself over in the mirror. Her face was still cute, that was undeniable, but- at least in her eyes- the rest of her had left the "cute" stage quite some time ago. She had been a big girl most of her life, and that description was becoming increasingly apt of late. Approaching or perhaps cresting at the 400 pound mark (her distaste for scales was no secret), she was a full-blown fatty with a caboose and a half. Pear shaped, she still carried a good deal of fat in her drooping belly and full breasts. Much of the adipose in her portly frame, however, had ended up in her ass and tree-trunk thighs. She shifted uncomfortably in her pants as she examined herself critically. Even if her face was still cute, she had to admit her double chin was fuller than ever.
A string of expletives from the other room confirmed that Adam was still playing video games. They had been dating for just over three years, the longest relationship she had ever been in and also the happiest. Even so, she always worried. Adam never expressed any issues with her steadily climbing weight, and his affection for her had not waned, but she figured even a chubby chaser had his limits. When they had started dating, she was by no means thin, but she was easily over a hundred pounds thinner than she was now. At the time, she had been dieting for a year and a half, and felt like nabbing a great guy was a vindication of all her efforts.
But then there was relationship weight... and some more weight... and now she found herself as fat as she had ever been. These were her "fat pants," pants she had worn at her heaviest.
And they were getting pretty tight.
Something had to change. As much as she reviled the concept, she knew she would have to go on a diet. Sure, she would never be super model thin, but she didn't need to be THIS fat.
She emerged from her bedroom to find Adam shutting off his gaming console and turning to her.
"You okay?" He asked, knowing her well enough to see she was upset without her saying.
"I'm fine," she lied, "I just feel like maybe... I don't know- maybe I should get on a diet. I'm not saying anything crazy but... these are basically my only pants that fit."
"A diet? And undo all my hard work?"
"Hard work?" Rebecca asked quizically, "what do you mean?"
Adam stood from the couch and closed the distance between them in three strides, looking down at her with a hunger in his eyes that she recognized as sexual.
"How do you think this-" he placed a hand on her exposed underbelly and gave it a squeeze, "and this-"
With that, he placed his other hand on her immense ass and squeezed it as well.
"How do you think these two keep growing? Takes hard work, I'll tell you."
Rebecca's head was spinning.
"You made me gain weight... on purpose!?"
"Well, more like helped. You love to eat and sit around, I just made sure you had plenty of food to eat and... well... okay maybe I used a FEW supplements, but other than that-"
"You... you asshole!" Rebecca said, incensed beyond belief, "what makes you think you have the right to do that to someone?"
He shrugged nonchalantly and returned to the couch.
"Twinkies in the fridge, by the way" he said with a smirk "you look a little hungry. Might wanna slip out of those pants first though, I don't think you have much room."
Rebecca knew immediately what she had to do... she had to flip the tables on him... let him see what it felt like to outgrow his "fat pants"... or maybe outgrow hers...
But how?
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