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I Never Thought I'd Get Fat
🕑 Added 2021-03-01 16:00:01 +0000 UTCHey look, an original story! This is kind of a different one, and has a slightly interesting story. I wrote this in one day while recovering from my covid vaccine. Two days after getting my injection was was having all the classic covid symptoms, and I was worried I had gotten the infection right as I was about to be covered from it. So I quarantined away from my family for the day and mostly slept. I found time to write this, and then I polished it up a few days later. Come to find out now, it's actually good to have a reaction after your second dose, because that means it's working!
So the actual story is a bit weird because I didn't really have a structure going into it, but it ended up being this kind of constant flashback piece, until the past meets the present. I hope you all enjoy it, and let me know what you think with a comment.
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I never thought I'd get fat. I mean I was never a skinny mini, but fat girls were just so fat! There was no denying it now though, I was through and through a fat girl.
Looking back I'd consider myself probably just chubby when I was in grade school. I ate what we had around the house, never really thinking about calories, fat, or my weight. And then I went to college and the freshman 15 were realer than real. Access to a cafeteria with an endless supply of hot food was a life changer. I continued to eat whatever I wanted, with no repercussion to my waistline. Again I was just kinda chubby, plump, chunky. There were girls that I knew that were really fat. I knew I wasn't small but I wasn't like them.
But what I didn't realize was that I was slowly becoming like them. With no regard for how much I ate, as the years ticked on my waistline slowly and slowly grew. Which is why I find myself today hungry and in search of food.
I was headed to the local IHOP, since it was around breakfast time after all. Pulling up, I headed inside and asked to be seated for one. "Booth or a table?" The hostess asked me before realizing that was probably an insensitive question. I had given up booths some time ago, but I was still used to getting asked the question.
The final time I had gotten stuck in a booth was still burned in my memory. I had really let my appetite loose and my belly decided to teach me a lesson. Wedging itself above and below the table, what I felt was my normally soft squishy belly was now more of a vice grip on this table. It took the help of my friends and a busboy to dislodge me. I don't think I've been back there since, but their BBQ is so good I might just have to make a return trip soon.
Long story short I asked for a table. The hostess showed me to a table in the middle of the mostly empty restaurant. With four place settings and four chairs, the hostess cleared the table of all but one. I grabbed one of the extra chairs before making myself comfortable across the two of them.
Shortly after my waitress arrived. Greeting me as bluntly as she could without offending me, asked "Are you here for the endless pancakes?" I just smiled, my chins bunching up.
"Yes. And can I have cinnamon swirls and chocolate chips on them?" I sounded like a little kid, but you have to trust me when I saw the extra sugary sweetness is worth it.
"That will be an extra charge." She sounded like she was trying to dissuade me, like I really didn't need the extra calories.
"Oh I know." As this was my third time in since the promotion had started up this year. "Can I also get some scrambled eggs, hash browns, side of bacon, order of french toast, and hot cocoa with whipped cream?" I asked with a smile. She looked to be regrettably writing it all down, and left before I could possibly ask for anything more.
Soon my food started to arrive, making the four seater table look like it was made for just one. Everything got a generous amount of syrup or ketchup, and I started in on my first meal of the day. Each time I saw my waitress, which wasn't often, I asked for a refill on pancakes. I know how these places are, they offer endless pancakes, and then are never around to get you more. You end up either waiting to get your fill, or leaving early and unsatisfied. I was not planning on doing either of those things. I had plans today, and a belly that needed to be filled.
I ate about five plates of pancakes before I threw in the towel, of course I also polished off the rest of my meal in between. I paid at the front, avoiding my bitch of a waitress, and the small tip I was about to leave her, fat chicks are people too you know.
I got back in my car as it was getting close to midday and headed home. At this point you must be wondering how I got from plump college co-ed to needing two seats and pissing off waitresses. And the truth is, I don't really know. By the time I graduated I was a pretty heavy girl, gaining close to 80 pounds during those four years, but I still didn't see myself as a fat girl, just thicc.
I got a job at a local insurance office, and between morning donuts, lunch at the next door deli, take out dinners, all you can eat buffets with the girls, half price wings at the local bar on Wednesdays, ordering bulk candy online… did you know you can do that? No longer do you have to feel embarrassed about getting 8 candy bars from the corner store, you can just have an entire box of snickers delivered to your door! No one has to know, that is except for my entire wardrobe, as I was constantly needing new clothes.
Slowly I was becoming a fat girl and I didn't even know it. And that's when I met Jeff.
I had been working at the insurance office for a few years at this point, my fat girl appetite totally out of control. I was at the local bar one night with some gal pals. None of my friends were super skinny either, but I hadn't noticed that I’d slowly past them all in size over the years. They all remained chunky, and I was now the fat friend of the group. I was enjoying as many wings as I could fit on my plate when Jeff approached me. My friends were at the bar getting drinks, so I was all alone. He laid a line on me, something I wasn't used to, since it was normally my friends getting all the male attention.
A cute boy was talking to me so I obviously swooned hard. "Hey let me get a refill for you." He said pointing at my empty plate of wings.
"Sure." I blushed. When he came back with a completely full plate he left me his number and said I should call him sometime. With that he left with a smile before my friend returned. Of course I gushed to them about the whole thing.
The next day I texted him and we made plans to get dinner. I was a little nervous on our first date, as I hadn't really seen anyone since getting out of college. I was also bigger than ever, but my friends helped me pick out a dress that complimented my generous curves. Dinner was great, even though I ate way too much. We were having fun, so I didn't see a reason to stop, that was until I got super full and Jeff had to help me to my car.
And that's what started a long series of dates.
I pulled up to my building and made my way inside. "Hi honey, I'm home!" I called out, as I threw my things on a side table. I figured I'd find him in the kitchen, Jeff loved to cook, and it helped that I loved to eat.
My suspicions were correct, and I found Jeff toiling away, the kitchen a complete mess. "Hey babe! Everything is just about ready, why don't you head into the bedroom and get changed." I planted a kiss on him, and shimmed out to do as I was told.
I undressed, tossing the enormous garments in the hamper. I never knew they made clothes with so many X's until I started to need them. Jeff had laid out an outfit on the bed for me, one we had chosen days ago. It was a sexy nightie that was made out of see through pink mesh. It was also trimmed with pink fuzz at the bottom and around the cups that tried to cover my chest. The bottom hem didn't come close to meeting the matching panties that accompanied it, leaving plenty of my generous stomach on display.
As soon as I was changed, which didn't happen quickly at my size, Jeff was barging into the room carrying a couple trays filled with confections. He looked at me, his arousal impossible to hide. "Like what you see?" I slowly twirled so he could see the back and how much my ass stretched the panties.
"This is going to kill! Let me go get the scale and we can start." Jeff poked out of the room for just a minute, returning with our heavy duty scale and placing it in the center of the room. Jumping behind the camera we had set up, he pressed record and I was on.
"Hey all you sweet hearts, it's Curvy Candice with everyone's favorite time of the month, weigh in day." I played up to the camera, jiggling as I got off the bed, making sure to face my wide ass to the camera at least once. "I've been getting close to the next milestone, who thinks I'm gonna beat it today?" I asked, knowing no one could respond just yet. I went over and stepped on the scale, Jeff panning down my entire body until the viewers could see the numbers. "I think I was 396 last month…" A moment later the electronic scale flashed and robotically read out *401.5*
I had passed four hundred pounds, I was a bonafide fat chick, something I had also claimed when I passed 300 right after Jeff and I started to date. Soon after we met it was obvious that he liked that I was fat, and didn't mind seeing me get bigger. I had never really cared about getting fat, but now that I was there I wasn't going to stop enjoying food the way I was.
When I was around 280 pounds Jeff asked if I would weigh myself in front of him. I had nothing to hide, so I did. After that it was a mission to see that number roll over to 300. I ate to my heart's content, and Jeff fed me to his. Soon my belly was hanging over my panties and I could just barely see the red glow of the number 300 staring back at me. It was then that I knew what I had become. I was no longer chubby, or plump, or thicc, or plain heavy, I was fat. I was fatter than all my friends, I was fat like the girls I knew in college. I had big boobs, a fat jiggly belly, thick thighs, and an ass and hips that swayed with every step.
Jeff and I celebrated that night, I ate until I was completely stuffed, and we had some of the best sex of our lives.
Now at 400 pounds I was even larger. I showed my excitement in front of the camera, jiggling up and down while Jeff captured the whole thing. After I finally settled down it was time to move on. "I think this calls for a little celebration, and I have just the thing." I grabbed one of the trays from off screen and sat on the edge of the bed with it. My belly spilled into my lap, covering most of the front of my panties. I started to eat the baked treats one by one, moaning and telling everyone how much I liked it. "Oh I'm gonna eat until I'm stuffed!" Jeff zoomed the camera in so my large frame filled the whole screen. Focusing on my top half, viewers could see my cavernous cleavage, and my chubby cheeks puff out each time I filled them with more food.
Soon the tray was empty and I wasn't nearly full. "Well that just won't do." I said, slapping my jiggly belly. "This just might fill me up though." I moved a giant cake on to the bed and hovered over it on all fours. Jeff panned around, showing everyone my massive ass, and coming around so they could see just how far my belly and boobs drooped.
When I was about 350 pounds I caught Jeff looking at porn on his computer. He was watching videos of fat girls eating and rubbing their bellies, and all sorts of things. We had a big fight, if he wanted to watch fat girls eat, then he was getting a show every night at dinner, why did he need to look at these other girls!
After I cooled my head for a bit, and put Jeff in the dog house for a few nights, I finally was ready to talk to him. The one question on my mind though, who were these women, and what exactly was going on? Jeff showed me their pay sites and told me guys pay to see this stuff online. He showed me a couple of videos and photos sets, fat chicks, some my size and some even bigger. They looked like they loved their size and felt sexy with their numerous rolls on display. Finally I asked, "How do we get started?"
From there Curvy Candice was born. Jeff did all the technical work, and I was the on screen talent. Once we got started we realized we could make some serious money. We did as many photoshoots as possible, but the real money was in videos. We were making multiple videos a week. We were so wrapped up in making videos, selling online, that I didn't even notice I was getting bigger than ever.
I had passed 400 pounds and wasn't looking back. I attacked the cake in front of me with my hands, shoving clumps on fluffy cake and sugary frosting into my mouth. Every calorie would make me that much bigger, that much wider, that much sexier. Ever since we started posting online our love life had been better than ever. I hadn't felt this attractive since college, and I've more than doubled in size since then. Wearing all these skimpy outfits, and parading all my fat rolls online made me realize just how sexy I had become. It helped that Jeff loved my curves and seeing me jiggle fully on display almost all the time really got him going.
I'm fat and happy, and god do I love cake. I never thought I'd get fat, but now I'd never go back.
As I finished the cake I looked at the camera and just said, "Wonder how long it will be until 500?"
