A Little Dough

Doughy Again

For months, I neither gained nor lost any weight at all. My inner fatty was mildly satisfied, and the rest of me didn't care. Soon, Vance asked me every so often some simple questions. More often than not on my shifts, Vance was slicing, and he'd offer the ends of everything he sliced to me first. After he found out that I always took them, he started cutting bigger and bigger 'ends' to give to me. Then, I started gaining weight again. Very slowly, my plump body came back, the pounds of fat adding back on gradually.

Over time, I noticed Vance looking at me more again, especially when I bent down or when I leaned to one side and my shirt clung to my side rolls. I always looked back at him, and he pretended he wasn't just looking at my chubby body. On my break one day, I decided to overindulge and got myself a giant #17 combo, no lettuce, no tomato, tons of mayo, and double meat and cheese with a cookie and a large drink. Vance quickly decided that he was going to take his break as well and sat across from me at a booth. Once I got my food, I noticed him taking long glances at me as I stuffed the gigantic sandwich into my stomach. I leaned over the table and whispered to him, smirking.

"Do you want to see me eat this massive calorie bomb?" I asked.

"What do you mean?" he replied.

"I know you've been looking at me eating," I said, "and I won't judge if you do want to watch me eat."

"No, I'm fine."

I shrugged and continued eating, purposefully chewing slowly and quietly moaning. I could practically hear Vance blush and I smiled.

"C-can I buy you dinner after work...?" Vance asked quietly.

"Of course!" I said.

My inner fatty was salivating at the thought of a big, fattening dinner! Vance bought me Cane's, and a lot of it. He got me two caniac combos, which had six chicken strips and an extra bread in it, and a large lemonade! I loved every bite, and Vance loved watching me gorge.

"Let's do this again tomorrow, yeah?" I said.

Vance nodded and I got out of the car, knowing I'd get much fatter than my previous record if I became Vance's boyfriend. I was apprehensive, but willing to give it a try.

Then were the last shift parties, where I and sometimes a couple others- usually including Vance- would buy food and we'd celebrate a coworker's last shift with us. I usually bought donuts and pizza, while Vance mostly got ice cream for all of us. We'd always have leftovers, and Vance always implored me to take his leftovers. Oftentimes I would come home with a couple pizzas, a box and a half of donuts, and a gallon or two of ice cream at least. Of course, because of that, I was gaining weight much quicker for a couple weeks. In those few weeks, I managed to get back to my biggest weight ever and Vance started to grab a handful of my fat when he walked by.

We often took our breaks at the same time, and he'd buy food for me to eat on top of what I got for myself. He got me dinner quite often and always made sure my belly was full. To slow down my gain, I stopped drinking liters of soda per shift and buying so many snacks, but Vance seemed sad when he noticed I wasn't gaining as quickly.

"Hey, Bren," Vance said quietly.

"Yeah?" I asked.

"I've noticed you haven't been gaining as much lately, what's wrong?"

"I'm just apprehensive about getting fatter," I said, "I've never been this heavy before and I want to take it slowly until I figure out if this is okay with me."

"Okay, do you want me to scale back any?"

"A little, just don't get me quite so much for dinner is all I'm asking for right now,"

"Sounds good to me, let me know if something changes,"

"Thank you," I said, smiling.

When I got home that night, my belly was rumbling. I knew it was because I was normally eating way more, but I didn't do anything regarding any sort of diet. My house was full of junk food and my gut was empty, so I ate.

Right before bed, I was snacking while I watched TV and found myself lightly playing with my belly, squeezing and patting it.

Maybe gaining a little more couldn't hurt, right?