Gaining for You

New Beginnings

Harrison walks inside shaking his head at the bizzarre conversation he just had with Genesis Winters.

He didn't see that coming.

She's liked him for years? He never noticed. She is beautiful, he has to admit, but he's never looked at her in a sexual way before.

He entertains the idea for a moment. They have the potential to be good together. He trusts her and enjoys her company. She's driven and has a good head on her shoulders. Honestly, probably wife material. It's surprising to him that she's not with anyone currently if he's being honest. He might even be attracted to her if she were fat, but she's not, so he's not.

That's as far as he considers it though. Harrison moves on to the next objective and leaves the fantasy behind. He's twenty-five and has an entire empire resting on his shoulders, he doesn't really have time for romantic interests anyway.

Genesis doesn't have the ability to brush it off as easily as Harrison can and the whole situation makes the free alcohol look really good.

Genesis spends the rest of the night getting wasted and then can't remember how she got home.

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Genesis rolls over and groans.

She wakes up with a massive headache.

It takes a while for her to get up but she manages to shower, eat, and then return to her bed. Last night was... well she doesn't really remember last night. Except the part where her heart was ripped out of her chest.

She lies there on her back staring up at the ceiling recounting everything that Harrison said to her last night.

"You're an attractive woman Genesis, you're just... not my type."

Not your type. Not your fucking type. Sure. Cool.

"Then I guess I'll just have to become your type."

Genesis can't let this one go. She's never been one to handle rejection well and she usually always gets what she wants, houses, cars, jewelry, clothes, jobs, so why should this situation be any different? If she wanted it bad enough then she'd get it.

Wait. Something occurs to her. Maybe he was lying. Maybe he made it up. Maybe he just isn't attracted to her at all and made up a lie so he wouldn't hurt her feelings.

She opens instagram and searches his name.

She quickly realizes he's not joking. The Following section on his account is sprinkled with chubby women. She clicks on one account and sees a plethura of photos of an overweight model; sitting by the pool in bikinis, out dining at resaurants, wearing sun dresses. She clicks on another and finds a girl, with at least a hundred pounds on her, visiting Disney Land looking as happy as can be. She clicks on multiple other accounts and finds similar pages filled with women whose bellies are spilling out of the bottom of tight shirts and who are wearing brief styled underwear that look like thongs on their wide hips.

Fuck.

He isn't joking.

Fine.

If it's going to take sixty pounds to bag Harrison Fjord then sixty pounds it is.

Genesis makes herself a coffee and sits down on the couch with her laptop to hatch her plan.

Her goal is to completely alter her appearance in seven months.

She starts by making a call to her gym and cancelling her membership. She'd also have to stop going on those monthly hikes. Physical activity has to be cut down to a minimum. She orders a chair off of Amazon so she can replace her standing desk.

The next time she goes grocery shopping her fridge isn't going to be filled with low fat this and low calorie that. She's going to buy the normal fattening yogurts and maybe even throw some desserts in there. There isn't going to be anymore brown rice, quinoa, or whole wheat anything in her house anymore. She's also going to have to trade the healthy foods she snacks on throughout the day. Her mixed nuts are going to be replaced by M&Ms, her usual whole grain chips are going to be changed to All Dressed chips, and chocolate bars are replacing carrot sticks.

Genesis is a really hard worker and an overachiever; she's going to gain this weight, just watch.

She orders chicken strips, fries, and a milkshake to the house for dinner that night.

Let the game begin.