She decided to ask her father for help in her endeavour. He obviously liked fat girls so he should surely be open to helping her put on weight. The only issue she was having was how to do so. Her options included admitting to seeing the virtual machine, but she quickly nixed that idea, it was too risky, and she didn't know how he would react. The easiest option would be to just say she wanted to get fatter and not give any reasons beside that was what she wanted.
After a few minutes of consideration, she decided to go with the easiest option, sure it would raise questions on what brought this on, but she had never been a slim child, so it wasn't unreasonable that she had developed a liking to being bigger than others. Downstairs, she could hear her father packing shopping into the cupboards and the fridge. It was as good a time as any, so she decided to head down.
Her father was putting away a small mountain of snack cakes into the snack cupboard and her eyes nearly balked at the sight. It was so much more than he usually bought; more than was ever bought for either of her sisters or her birthday parties. Already in the cupboard was stacks of angel-slices, party rings, chocolate rolls, and big tubs of gummy sweets. He was just struggling with getting the bags of Haribo Starmix to stay sitting on top of one of the tubs. A quick glance around showed that the rest of the shopping trip had been similarly enlarged although to different extents. He had bought 4 bottles of cola instead of the normal one and she could see a stack of frozen pizzas ready to go in the chest freezer in the garage.
“Hi Dad.” She greeted after a second or so of shock at her father’s shopping trip.
“Hiya sweetie, did you get your homework done?” He responded, just managing to get the bags to stay where he wanted them then shutting the cupboard door in victory.
“Yeah, all done up until next week.” She smiled, her dad smiled back and reopened the carefully packed snack cupboard and gingerly pulled one of the balanced bags of Haribo Starmix out. He tossed it over to her and his eyes took on a light that Maggie didn’t notice.
“That’s a reward for being such a good little girl.” He chuckled mirthfully. She caught the 500g bag of sweets and smiled back.
“Thanks dad, I wanted to talk to you for a moment if you not busy?” She asked, her heart pounding at what she was about to ask, even if it wasn’t all the way and admitting to her snooping on his computer it still was a difficult topic.
“Yeah sure, let me just go put these in the freezer and we can chat.” He gestured to the stack of 12 or so frozen pizzas went to take them to the garage. Whilst he was out of the room, Maggie felt a bit thirsty and opened the fridge, pulling out the opened bottle of cola and pouring herself a glass. As she was putting the bottle back in the fridge her father came back in from the garage.
“So, what did you want to talk about?” He asked, a hint of worry flitting through his tone. She supposed it was pretty standard to be worried if your daughter suddenly asks to talk to you out of the blue. Maggie took a deep breath and steeled herself for what she was about to ask.
“I want to get fat.” She stated, struggling to look him in the eye, she heard a slight intake of breath and her eyes flicked up to see his shocked expression. She didn’t notice the fire that had ignited in his eyes.
“Why?” He asked, his face still shocked but eyes alight.
“Well, I like the feeling of being bigger and the feel of my belly is really nice.” She said with all the meekness she could muster. A small voice in the back of her head sniggered about an academy ward for acting and she was just able to bury the thought before her face reacted to it. He seemed to be considering it for a few seconds and then nodded, his face slipping into a caring expression despite the fire that burned in his eyes.
“Ok, I can help you put on some weight.” He smiled at her and she felt a wash of relief come over her. Did she really think he would refuse? No, she was certain he would jump at the chance. It was probably just that she was relieved that he had taken the conversation well. Yes, that was it.
“Really, thank you Daddy.” She replied a grin spreading over her face.
“So, how do you want to do it?” He asked, a strange business-like tone that spoke of experience coming over his voice.
“Err… I don’t know. I was just planning on eating more.” Maggie said, slightly blindsided by the question.
“Well, that is one option. But how, do you just want bigger meals and more snacks? What about feeding sessions? Weight gain shakes?” the fire in his eyes growing as he talked about what seemed to be a topic he understood well. Maggie wasn’t surprised he knew so much but she was surprised he was revealing it so easily.
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