Be warned: This is a weight gain story. If that's not something you like DO NOT READ.
Christa has had her eyes on Samuel for ages.
He's the quarterback of the football team and easily the most popular boy at school.
She's worked hard to try and g...
Anthony stood, extending his hands toward me as I sat beneath the bleachers. There was a confidence about him, and I felt a flicker of hope as I grasped his hands. To my surprise, he had no issues lifting me up, even though I knew I was heavier than I used to be.
"Let's get you that second lunch. I can hear your stomach growling from the other side of the school," he said with a teasing smile.
I felt my cheeks heat up, completely humiliated, and almost as if on cue, my stomach let out a loud growl, reminding me that it hadn't been filled since breakfast.
"Well, it seems she's in agreement," he chuckled, and he took my hand, leading me out from under the bleachers.
But he didn't let go; he continued to hold my hand as we walked side by side. I felt a strange thrill at the contact, but it was quickly overshadowed by anxiety as we passed the football field, and my gaze instinctively darted to where Samual was practicing.
As we neared, I noticed Samual's attention shift toward us, his eyes widening in surprise. He double-taked and jogged over, some weird expression etched across his face. "Hey Christa, how are you? I hadn't heard from you..."
His gaze dropped to Anthony's hand gripping mine, and I could see a flicker of jealousy in his eyes. Then his attention shifted down to the way my belly was hidden beneath the oversized hoodie.
"Heya Sammy, Christa and I were just headed out to grab something to eat. Too bad it's a full party; otherwise, I would've totally invited you," Anthony said, his tone charming yet laced with sarcasm.
With that, he pulled me along, leaving a shocked and angry Samual in our wake.
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We walked for a while in silence, the tension palpable. I could feel Anthony's hand still holding mine, a connection that felt both comforting and thrilling.
"Christa, don't let him use you," Anthony suddenly said, breaking the silence.
I looked up, shocked at his accusation. "What?! No! Of course not! Why would you say that?!" My face going hot slightly.
His eyebrows raised slightly, and he looked like he wanted to say more but decided against it. Instead, he changed the subject. "Let's get some burgers. I'm starved, and I know you are too."
He took his free hand and poked a finger into my soft belly, and I felt it jiggle slightly when he pulled away. My face flushed deep red with embarrassment. Mortified that he had felt my fat move like that, I stammered, "I can't eat burgers..."
Suddenly, his expression shifted. It transformed into something fierce and commanding, almost intimidating yet undeniably hot.
"I will not allow you to starve yourself. We are going to eat, and you WILL EAT," he declared, his tone brooking no argument.
I was shocked by his intensity, and yet, somewhere deep within me, I felt a warmth spreading, a thrill running through the rest of my body at his words. His confidence was intoxicating, and for the first time in a while, I felt a surge of desire to embrace who I was becoming, regardless of the doubts that had plagued me.
