I started seeing Tanya regularly. True to her word, those hips grew. And grew. The growth was fairly proportional — her arms slowly developed little dimples; her back dimples became rather huge; the C cups went from Ds and finally, improbably for her build and half-Asian descent, landed on Es with generous cleavage if opted for. Her jeans were now a not-roomy 16. The gain was fast and furious. The spanx went on around October. If she was reticent before, she was enabled now. I even fed her cupcakes as part of our foreplay ritual at my place, never forgetting to tell her how fucking hot her hips and lower back were nearing hanging out of her pants.
What was odd, though, was that we never went to Tanya’s apartment.
—
Finally, with the Christmas party about a week away and laying in my bed, Tanya asked me.
“Can you do me a favour? Can we skip the party? I just want to lie in bed with you,” she pouted.
I thought about this in the knowledge that Tanya, for some reason, was trying to keep me away from Cathy. I went along with it for this long, but this was starting to get particularly controlling.
“Why?”
“Just, we can’t, ok?” Tanya got a little angry.
We lay there silent for a few minutes.
“You still want Cathy.”
I didn’t say anything. It was a bit jealous and controlling, but deep inside I also felt it was true.
Tanya relented. “Fine. We’ll go.”
And that was that. What was the big secret?
—
You see, I had been chatting with Cathy too in that time, but she seemed to never want to go out. It was strange.
A week later, the next Christmas party came around. Things were mostly the same. Tanya sat next to me; we hadn’t announced that we were a couple, per se, but it was somewhat obvious. Tanya wore a red dress that was decidedly less revealing than usual. She looked a bit nervous.
Finally, I found out why.
Cathy was running service again, plating for everyone. Contrary to what Tanya said, she did not lose weight at all. In fact, she was definitely bigger than ever, and it looked like the brunt of it went to her belly. She wore the same skirt as always; infinitely stretchable, it seemed. I wondered how much fat was packed beneath that skirt and control; I still had not actually seen her. I spotted here and turned my eyes to Tanya, who looked guilty. I had to figure out what was going on. Cathy went off into the catering section again and I followed.
“Hey.”
“Hey, why haven’t you texted me at all this year? What is going on? And why are you sitting next to Tanya?” I was taken aback.
“I thought I was texting you…”
“Show me.” I showed her all of the conversations dating back months.
“Oh… geez. Shit.”
“What?”
“I switched numbers. I thought I had told you through text. Tanya must have taken my old number.” It was unlikely to have ever worked, but it had for this long.
“But why?”
“Tell me, are you dating Tanya? For how long?” I decided to tell the truth.
“We’ve been dating for six months.”
“Well Tanya is a cheater.”
“What?”
“Yep. She’s also been hanging out with a colleague of mine at the office. I knew he liked bigger girls, so I sort of went with it.”
Cathy sighed, and I realized her chest had ballooned to a F or G in the past year. I couldn’t be sure; everything after E is kind of just huge, in my books.
“So you like Tanya?” Cathy started.
“Yeah, I do, I mean…” I was still internalizing the cheating.
“You didn’t mind her getting bigger?” I thought of our cupcake sessions. No, definitely not…
“Not at all.”
“At this point I feel like I can’t stop getting bigger.” Cathy let it out. I was so turned on by the turn of events — seeing Cathy after so long, so much bigger, on top of her previous weight gain going back to when she was downright almost athletic — I decided to go for broke. For real this time.
“Cathy, I’ve been dying to see your belly for six years. I think it would make my cock so hard and aroused I might lose it on the spot. You’re so beautiful I –”
I was interrupted by Cathy’s lips; she bit my lower lip, hungry with excitement. She was still ravishingly slim in the face, seemingly impervious to any developments elsewhere. It was the hottest thing you could think of.
“Ok,” she whispered. “I’ll… show you my belly.”
I unzipped the ride of her skirt, for real, and felt the immensely tight fabric of her control bottom, peeling it away. I undid the buttons of her work shirt and slowly, Cathy’s real, size 18 stomach came into view. My cock was absolutely throbbing with anticipation and arousal.
“Good boy, you like my little tummy?” She grabbed my cock and held on, softly squeezing it and rolling it between her fingers.
“Let’s go to the bathroom and take care of this.”
We went into a small employee washroom, where the dimensiosn only heightened the sense of Cathy’s newfound adiposity. It was truly almost a miracle that someone with a flat stomach such as Cathy could blossom into a bona fide top to bottom BBW in the span of six years. But here we were.
“What do you want to do?” Cathy asked with a false innocence.
“Can you… put your tummy right into my face,” I pleaded.
Cathy giggled. “Sure… that’s easy…. it’s not too much, is it?”
“More,” I pleaded.
“Tanya isn’t this good, is she? That sily cheater,” Cathy moaned as she stopped instinctively sucking it in and her gut jutted out anther two inches.
“Fuck, I’ve wanted this for years.”
Suddenly, we heard the elevator coming down, and we quickly put Cathy’s outfit back together and she excited, myself staying the bathroom for the moment.
A moment later, Cathy came back into the bathoom. “False alarm,” she shrugged.
“I guess Tanya was good for one thing,” Cathy said.
“She made me realize that getting fat can actually be pretty hot.”
—
Tanya moved out, and I moved in with Cathy, who stopped taking on seasonal shift work and went into the office full time, generally keeping her weight in check but occasionally seeing small increases here and there, thanks in no small part to me giving in to feeding her well once in a while.
One day about four months later, in April, Cathy was out at work and I heard a knock at the door. It was Tanya. Cautiously, I let her in for a minute.
“I just want to apologize. That’s all,” she said.
“No hard feelings,” I allowed. “I hope you’re going well.”
“Yeah, it’s ok…” She got up and stepped towards the window, staring out, but I felt a ulterior motive. Tanya’s hips were out in full force, having received the brunt of probably another 20 pounds since Christmas last year. She turned towards me, and like the time she threw me up against the wall, she stood over me where I could get an exceptional view of her now-fat stomach.
“You’re sure you don’t want to go one more time?” She teased. The fact that I paused at all said more about me than her. Or perhaps it said more about her skills.
“Just graze your fingers one more time against my … ridiculously large lower back and sides?”
—
“… I’m sorry,” I finally said.
“I understand.” Tanya said, surprisingly. “Well, see you around.”
I had never loved and hated to see someone go so much, watching Tanya’s love handles undulate under the pressure of each of her steps.
Life was fairly uneventful for the next six months. Cathy and I kept things steady; we agreed that she didn’t want to get overly unhealthy. She actually dropped a few pounds from the unsubtle overflow that was last Christmas, going down to a firm 16. She also had a figure to keep, and even at 16 she kept it quite well. As a taller woman, even 230 pounds was quite manageable, as I finally dicovered from the scale (one of a great many benefits of living together one doesn’t necessarily think about beforehand).
I didn’t see Tanya in that time; maybe she wanted to intentionally move on as she knew she was really a danger in each other’s presence.
In October, Cathy announded she was going on her first business trip, to London. For two weeks, over the Christmas break. Deep down I had been thinking about Tanya all this time (absence makes the… heart grow fonder? The grass is always greener?), and my heart nearly skipped a beat. Intuiting this, Cathy issued a firm warning:
“Now I hope you’ll stay true to us… two weeks is a surprisingly long time.” I nodded, furrowing my brows and pursing my lips.
“Nothing to worry about.”
It was fine for the first week. I went about my daily routine, caught up on email, even planned lessons for the winter term. But I couldn’t stop thinking about Tanya, and those last heart-stopping moments as she excited her former apartment. It almost wasn’t fair to her. Yes, she deserved this, I convinced myself. She deserved one more time.
So I typed in her number, which I had memorized but never written down anyone for fear of being found out and having any chance of being questioned by Cathy. My thumbs actually rattled a little bit as I punched them in, one by one. What to say?
“How are you?” I queried, knowing full on there was so much more to the words than that. Five minutes passed, and I almost felt relief knowing the number didn’t work or she wasn’t responding. Then my pants buzzed, and I got a small hard on just from that. I slowly got my phone out and prepared myself.
“I thought you’d never ask. I was almost going to do it myself, but that would be rude ;)” she texted.
“I’m… hungry. Did you want to grab a bite tonight?”
My mind was reeling at this point. What was I doing? It was just a meal out. That’s all. Just see how Tanya is. See her.
“Sure, maybe La Stranza?” I chose a higher-end place as I felt I wouldn’t be seen by any of our friends.
“Haha, that’s pretty haute… Ok, I can do that” she replied.
“7?”
“Looking forward to seeing you ;)”
—
I arrived early, out of sheer nervousness. There was no pretense as to why we were having dinner, but we pretended anyway. For the public. For my own sake. There was no backing out now, I thought, lying to myself.
Tanya entered the front door.
Her shimmering dark brown hair, which would have reached just past her shoulder, was messily done up over her head. Her cheeks were noticeably fuller, but nothing the average person might have noticed in the eight months since our last encounter. Her arms were another story entirely — big, plush upper arms were highlighted by her sleeveless shirt, which encapsulated an impressive expanse of cleavage for Tanya, in the E range. A large-ish belt framed her bosom and separated her chest from her belly, which had gone from noticeably fat to downright pillowy. Her shirt went down just past her hips, but the shirt was just a bit see-through — surprisingly so — and one could make out the faint outline of Tanya’s hips and backside, which if anything outpaced her recent growth in other areas. Dark blue jeans finished the look, preventing her from going overly formal. Her lower body dominated, hips swinging with every step and subtle ripples permeating her sides and stomach which each step in hypnotic fashion. Indeed, Tanya had overtaken Cathy in every way, and her little smirk told me she knew it and enjoyed every second of it.
“Great to see you,” Tanya started, voice rising.
“And you,” I blurted out, struggling to maintain composure.
“I’m almost finished my thesis,” Tanya said, referring to the musicology degree she was working on. “And I’ll be starting Teacher’s college next fall, with any luck.”
We fell into a dinner full of niceties and catch-up talk. There was a definite element of friendship to the proceedings, which relaxed me considerably. But every so often a glance at Tanya’s heaving chest or bunched up stomach reminded me of the undertone of the relationship, which threatened to destroy my fragile sense of sexual morality.
We proceeded to her new place, which if you’re keep score should be a terrible idea, but here I was. Testing myself, I guess. Tanya had a room mate, Sarah. She had sprightly blonde hair and worked with Tanya in the banquet area, and seemed to be herself the subject of a recent gain, but nothing on the order of Tanya’s built up physique.
We entered the kitchen, Sarah staying in her room, perhaps sensing this was a time to keep to herself. Perhaps this was normal for Tanya. Who knows.
“Coffee” Tanya sweetly intonated.
“Absolutely,” I said sitting down at the small kitchen table they had. I noticed a large jar of nutella by the toaster, half gone. As the coffee started to percolate, Tanya took in a deep yawn and stretched out, and her shirt immediately yielded, and I got a good look at her large, outstretched gut. Tanya’s belly button was seemingly cavernous. Then she kept going, and the shirt quietly slipped over her huge love handles, which by then could now quite rightly be called huge. After this motion, seemingly lasting an eternity in several seconds, elapsed, she quickly put her shirt back in place as if nothing happened. I audibly swallowed.
“What?” Tanya asked.
“You look hot,” I said, simply.
“Could you do me a favour,” Tanya said, “and touch my sides really softly. Drag your fingers along,” she cooed, motioning us to her bedroom and I shut the door, and for once I put her own back against the wall.
“Okay, we’re going to tape you up here,” I said, impromptu. “No moving your arms.”
“Oh — okay…” Tanya said, smiling.
“Somebody’s been getting into the Nutella,” I said, bringing my hand under her shirt and tracing my fingers along the expanse of her wobbly belly. “You’re getting to be a big girl.”
“Oh, it’s true. I used to be kind of little,” Tanya moaned.
“Yes, look at your sides poking out just like so, and where did this massive chest come from?” I teased.
“Mmm…yeah… I puffed myself up so much, it used to be Cathy,” Tanya admitted. I was interested.
“You convinced Cathy?” I reiterated, the sexy spell unbroken.
“Mmm… yes… treats in the freezer…. one thing led to another and here we are.” Tanya looking into my eyes.
“I’m so fucking fat now, I don’t know what happened. Most days I enjoy it…. obviously… ever since that serum… ”
“What?” I said, a little startled. It was true. Girls generally don’t just get addicted to weight gain like this, or at least most don’t…
“The serum… inject in a little treat… it goes from there… I wanted to tell you…” Tanya moaned between her words as I continued to massage her side and work my way down to her groin.
“But watch out… too much and it can be…. disastrous.”
“Where is it?”
“My dad works in pharmaceuticals… it was supposed to just help with orgasm, but it’s… really addictive… and there’s this side effect… eating gives pleasure… fat gives pleasure… it lowers the metabolism significantly and redirects the balance to dopamine receptors.”
I was both shocked and in the midst of giving it to Tanya, feeling a wide range of feelings about everything I had just heard. The better of me would try to keep Tanya away from this wonder drug… but deep inside I needed to know where to get it.
“Why did you give it to Cathy?” I asked. I needed to know.
“I… we worked together… it also makes you a little turned on by other women, particularly more…. luxurious women,” Tanya said, emphatically pronouncing the word luxurious in her candour.
“Keep touching me like like this and I might give you some,” she said, coyly. “But if I share, you have to share too, and we go from there. Trust me, it doesn’t take much. One needle for two years of constant feeding and pleasure.”
“… How much do you have?” I asked, knowing the rapidly collapsing morality and even legality arund this scenario, which my id knew was something of a dream.
“Oh, about 20 needles’ worth. I took some extra before the company phased out the trial.”
“And you use it?”
“I’ve used one extra one about two years in. I decided I wanted to continue. But I may be getting too fat. But it’s just so addictive to eat and have pleasure,” Tanya smirked, feeling some doubts likely yet feeling ecastatic in this moment of divulgence and indulgence. It must have been something for Tanya to share these facts with anyone.
“Why me?”
“Oh, I think you’ll meet some nice girls. I’m a little too big to make fast friends with just anyone, I guess.” Tanya said, bluntly.
I thought about her roommate. “Did you give it to Sarah?”
“Oh, you’re a fast one. That’s why I like you. Our secret?” The whole conversation happened while we were engaging in some of the hottest foreplay in my life, and without thinking much, I agreed.
“Our secret.”
—
It was one thing to fantasize about having a serum that triggers explosive weight gain in a woman for a period of two years. It was quite another to actually have the damn thing in your possession, and for months I hesitated to follow through on Tanya’s suggestion — nay, coercing — that I give Cathy another taste of the medicine that wreaked such beautiful havoc on her body.
Indeed, it seemed that Cathy was happily whittling down to relatively scant but curvy size 14, thanks to the wearing off of the serum nearly a year ago.
To play with someone’s bodily engineering like that? I just couldn’t do it. Eventually I forgot about it, left somewhat securely between the mattresses of our bed.
About a month later, Cathy told me something rather alarming knowing the context.
“I’m going to see Tanya again. It’s been… too long.” She said, not knowing she ws the victim of the serem. I wanted to warn her, but that would be admitting that I had seen Tanya. And we both knew there would really only be one reason why I’d been seeing her. I was damned both ways.
“Why,” I asked, reasonably.
“She was a good roomie and a good friend, and at this point I feel like I have to make amends,” she said.
“Where are you going to meet her?”
“Restaurant.”
“Have fun,” I said, hiding my sense of defeat.
—
Later that evening, Cathy slammed the door and shouted my name. What had happened?
“You SAW TANYA?” Cathy screamed.
I saw on the couch, terrified.
“WELL, DID YOU? YOU DID, I SAW THE TEXTS ON HER PHONE.” Complete busted.
“You couldn’t fucking stay away huh? Really? Pack your shit at the end of the month,” Cathy said, quietly now.
“Fuck this, I need a cupcake,” Cathy said to herself. I wondered if Tanya had done it. If she has injected the serum in something at the restaurant.
I wanted to tell her, but something told me things would only get more complicated if I had. And there was the issue of making sure the dose I had got out of the apartment safely.
Then I thought about how good Cathy looked as a size 18 goddess, and how aroused she herself had been about it. It was time, I thought, to double down. Tanya said it was supposed to be safe. The cravings would just be twice as strong, the fat retention twice as quick, and orgasmic feelings twice as good. It was a parting gift.
I left a lemon tart infused with the serum on the counter with a little note telling her it didn’t have to be over and that I am aways available.
That was the last I saw of Cathy for about six months.
—–
Soon after that, I got my own place again and decided I needed a different job for the weekends. I took my time to think about it since I always had teaching.
The next Christmas party came and went unattended as I was then gone and had moved on. The following spring was similarly uneventful. I couldn’t text Tanya, or she wasn’t so interested in me anymore, as I suppose she had Cathy.
Finally she texted me, out of the blue, one May night.
“Hey EX” it read. Not sure what to make of that one, so I issued standard reply.
“What’s up”
“Just drunk at the The Union. Feeling good. Have to admit I’m missing you. I’m wearing the Skirt ;)” The skirt had become well known in our foreplay as I told her stories years before about it and her developments.
“So… does that mean I should come over?”
“Yes, yes it does.”
I came in and saw what I suspected, and then some. Cathy had ballooned back up to size 18, past size 18, pushing the limits of her figure at size 22. Any notion of Cathy being an average sized girl was now a faint memory; her arms veritably burst through the sleeves of her top. Her boobs, surviving a previous round of inflation and staying there when the weight went down, were now delicious H-cups. The spanx were back in gear, but there was no denying Cathy’s well-tended belly, which now permanently doubled up, overshadowed only by her pillowy chest. Yet Cathy’s face, perhaps I thought at this point part of the effect of the serum, showed little evidence of her burgeoning, blossoming body.
Cathy had a beer half finished when I sat myself down. We discussed how our jobs were going, what had changed in the relatively short time we had broke up. Eventually, inevitably, the subject of Tanya came up.
“Okay, you’re going to find this weird, even for me, but honestly, I’ve been with Tanya.” I nodded my head, pretending to understand.
“No I mean like… you’ll get this because of your sexual preferences… I’ve been with Tanya. She knows what I like. Don’t you think that’s… kind of hot?”
At this point we were closer and more candid, and I admitted the obvious.
“So anyway, so you want to come upstairs? See how the place has changed?”
Why not. We went upstairs, and I got a full view of Cathy’s behind, which almost laboriously shifted up the stairs to her apartment. She opened the door.
Sure enough — Tanya stood there in the middle of the living room as in my dream years ago, yet much larger. Tanya’s ass dominated her dark blue, size 26 jeans, giant love handles and lower back spiked around the perimeter and hanging over the belt, and Tanya’s jelly belly looming over the front button like a plush, tan marshmallow. Her arms were just as huge as Cathy’s, her chest slightly smaller yet no less impressive, weighing in at G’s.
“Hey big boy,” Tanya said, smiling. “Glad you could make it for the show. We were looking for someone who can handle a couple of bigger girls.”
Cathy went up to Tanya and almost solemnly stared into her eyes, like she was performing a ritual she knew by heart. She embraced Tanya’s side and dove into a deep kiss, bellies pressing in, forming over five hundred pounds of unbridled, indulgent bliss.
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