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 took me firmly by the hand, leading me to the closest diner. The neon lights flickered overhead, casting a cheerful glow as we entered. We were seated in a far booth, away from the bustling crowd, but as I slid into the vinyl seat, I couldn't help but notice how much smaller the booth felt. My belly didn't quite reach the table, but it was much closer than it ever used to be, and I could hear the seat creaking beneath me as I settled in.
Just as I was lost in my thoughts, my stomach let out an embarrassing growl, echoing my hunger in the quiet booth. Anthony flashed me a charming grin, his playful demeanor returning. "Let's get you something before you wither away," he said with a wink.
I scoffed, a bit embarrassed. "That would take an eternity," I blurted out, immediately regretting how bluntly I had addressed my weight. I looked down, wishing I could disappear into nothingness, but his words broke through my self-consciousness.
"Yeah, so you've put on a little weight," he said casually, "but you're still one of the prettiest girls at school."
I glanced up, surprised by his sincerity. He continued, "Come on. The other girls would kill to have your rack! And all those curves you've developed are quite sexy." My cheeks flushed deep red, and I quickly looked away, overwhelmed by his compliments.
Then, with a gentle but firm touch, he reached out and grabbed my chubby chin, turning my face back toward him. "You are beautiful. Fat now? Yes. And beautiful." The strength and care in his eyes made my heart flutter, and for a moment, I felt seen in a way I hadn't experienced in a long time.
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Before I could respond, the waiter approached our booth, ready to take our order. Anthony wasted no time, ordering for me: " Two large double cheeseburger with the works and an extra creamy vanilla milkshake for the lady." I blinked in surprise at his boldness.
The waiter raised an eyebrow, glancing over me with a look of judgment before scribbling down our order. "That'll be all," Anthony said sternly, his tone leaving no room for argument. The waiter hesitated for a moment before scuttling away, clearly sensing the tension.
We sat in silence until our food arrived. I watched as Anthony dug in with enthusiasm, and I followed suit, savoring each bite of my burger. The flavors danced on my tongue, and I lost myself in the comfort of the meal, the awkwardness of the moment slipping away as we ate.
As we finished, Anthony leaned back in his seat, a satisfied grin on his face. "Dessert?" he asked, his eyes sparkling with mischief.
