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...
As I headed to my first class, Amy's words echoed in my mind, leaving me conflicted. I couldn't shake the confusion about why her mean comments had stirred something inside me. Was it really worth it to turn myself into this? To become a "fat pig"? The thoughts of Samuel and Anthony lingered, making me question if either of them was worth what I was going through.
Shaking off those thoughts, I entered the classroom and made my way to my desk. As I squeezed into the seat, I felt my belly pressing against the desk, my butt filling the chair and spilling slightly over the sides. I adjusted myself, and I could hear the chair creak under my weight.
Am I going to get stuck? I thought, panic rising. Please don't cause a scene today; I don't think I can handle it.
After fidgeting for a moment, I finally settled into what I hoped was the most comfortable position possible. The desk still cut into my round belly, and my thighs felt cramped against the sides of the chair. I endured the discomfort, relieved that no one seemed to be watching me.
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The class dragged on, and I managed to get through it without any more embarrassment. The bell rang, signaling the end of the period. As I stood up to leave, I realized I was stuck. Panic surged through me. I looked around at the other students filtering out of the room; thankfully, no one seemed to be paying attention. I decided to wait for the last student to leave before attempting to escape, hoping to avoid any further humiliation.
When the last student finally exited, I started to shimmy and wiggle myself out of the chair. Suddenly, I heard a cracking sound. Oh god, please don't break!
With one last heave, my belly broke free, jiggling as I stood up. I adjusted my hoodie, which had pulled up and exposed the lower part of my belly that had pushed down my leggings.
Glancing up, I noticed the teacher had been watching me the entire time, a look of concern and a hint of disgust on her face. I felt another blush creep into my cheeks as I hurried to leave.
"Have a nice day, Christa," she said, her voice tinged with pity.
I grunted in response and rushed to my next class, the embarrassment lingering with me.
The rest of the day, I sat at an angle, refusing to let myself get stuck in a chair again. Lunchtime soon arrived, and my stomach rumbled with hunger. I approached the cafeteria line, my eyes scanning the food options.
As I filled my plate, several people behind me, I overheard Amy talking to Katie just loud enough for me to hear. "Ugh, I doubt there will be any food left after Christa finishes," she said. "Jesus, she's gotten so huge."
A blush crept up my cheeks as I piled my plate high with pasta, mashed potatoes, meatloaf, fries, and even grabbed a big brownie slice. I thought to myself, "Fuck it, I'm not letting them get to me. I'm too hungry."
I made my way over to my usual shady spot and dug in, letting the world around me fade away as I savored each bite.
"Uh...hey," a voice interrupted, pulling me from my personal bubble.
I looked up, startled to see Samuel standing there. He seemed a little nervous, glancing around at the few people who had noticed him approach.
That's it. Now that I'm fat like he wanted, he doesn't want people to see him with me.
"Can we go somewhere private to talk?" he asked, his voice low.
Anger bubbled up inside me. "Oh, are you worried someone might see you talking to the big fat hippo that YOU created?" I shot back, my hurt evident.
He blushed deep, his light brown hair falling over his forehead.
"I uhhhh, no. I never said that," he protested, but his eyes darted around the outdoor seating area
"You know what? No. If you want to talk to me, you can sit down and talk here." I gestured to the seat across from me, taking another bite of potatoes.
His face flushed with anger this time. "You don't get to tell me what to do! You wanted MY attention—all those times you watched me practice while stuffing your fat face!" he hissed in an aggressive whisper. "You were the one shoveling food into that fat gut of yours, making it impossible not to notice."
I continued to eat, pretending his harsh words didn't bother me.
I looked up at him, my voice steady but laced with defiance. "And you loved it. You took me to get bigger clothes, you provided the food for me to eat. You encouraged me to eat until I couldn't move. You wanted me to get fatter... but when I started to get too fat to hide it, you disappeared, too ashamed to be seen with the very thing you made."
He fell silent, his expression softening. "You're right," he admitted, surprising me.
My heart sank as I processed his admission, all the fears I had been trying to suppress bubbling to the surface.
"I am ashamed that I like fat girls. It's humiliating that I'm turned on by this." He gestured to me sitting there, eating.
I felt heat rise to my cheeks at his confession.
"I'm the quarterback and the team captain," he continued, closing his green eyes tightly as if burdened by those titles. "I can't be seen with a fat girl as if we are dating. I would be the laughing stock of the school."
Taken aback, I whispered harshly, "You made me fat! You stuffed me! You kept buying me food and telling me I had more room!" I slammed my hand down on the table, whisper-yelling, "You hand-fed me for fuck's sake!"
His eyes widened, and his face turned pink. He looked down, guilt washing over him. "I know. I'm sorry."
With a sad expression, he sighed "I'm sorry I turned you into this." and then he walked away, leaving me feeling hollow and deeply hurt.
I tried to fill the emptiness inside me with the rest of my lunch, but it wasn't enough. I decided to go back through the cafeteria line, desperate for something—anything—to fill the void and numb the ache building in my chest.
