College Weight Gain

chapter three

As Tyler pulled into the movie theater parking lot, he glanced over at Kaylin in the passenger seat. She was halfway through a family-sized bag of chips, her hand moving steadily from the bag to her mouth. She'd insisted they stop at the gas station on the way, and he hadn't even hesitated. He knew she couldn't resist a salty snack, and he loved how happy it made her.

The once slim girl he'd started dating had changed a lot over the past six months. Her body had grown softer, rounder, and to Tyler, more irresistible. He was thrilled to see her embrace her love for food, and tonight was no exception. He had specifically chosen this movie theater because it served food right to the seats, knowing that Kaylin wouldn't be able to resist indulging. If there was food available, she was going to eat it.

Parking the car, Tyler turned to Kaylin, watching her struggle to shift her bulk as she reached for her purse. "Need help, babe?" he asked, getting out and walking around to her side. He opened the door and offered his hand, helping her ease her bigger frame out of the seat. Even as she struggled to stand, her mouth didn't stop—handful after handful of chips disappeared between her lips, each one adding more empty calories.

Tyler admired the way her belly spilled out from under her crop top as she stood, a noticeable jiggle with every step she took. He reveled in the way her shorts dug into her flesh, leaving deep red marks on her thick thighs. As they walked toward the theater entrance, Kaylin was already out of breath. He glanced at her, watching the way her chest rose and fell heavily, the exertion from just walking clear. She hadn't done much physical activity for months now, aside from walking to and from the elevator in her dorm or to her car. It showed.

As soon as they reached the ticket counter, Kaylin waddled over to the concession stand, even though she knew they'd be ordering food once they were seated. Tyler couldn't help but smile to himself as she got in line, ready to stock up on even more snacks. He got their tickets and watched from a distance as she loaded her arms with candy and soda. She picked out an assortment of treats—salty, sweet, sour—everything she craved. Grabbing the largest cup they had, she filled it to the brim with Dr. Pepper, her favorite, and gulped it down without a second thought.

By the time they reached their seats, Kaylin was already finishing the chips and tearing into a bag of candy. She dropped into the cushioned theater seat with a heavy sigh, her belly pressing against the edge of the tray in front of her. Tyler couldn't keep his eyes off her. She was in a trance, shoving candy after candy into her mouth, her fingers stained with chocolate and her lips dusted with crumbs. With every bite, her belly seemed to grow tighter, pushing out further as she chugged her soda in between mouthfuls.

It was a quiet night at the theater, only a handful of other people around. Tyler leaned over, his hand resting on her soft, thick thigh, feeling the warmth of her body. "Babe," he said, his voice low with desire, "we need to order our food."

Kaylin turned to him, her cheeks stuffed with candy, barely able to talk. "Just order whatever you want for me, T," she mumbled, her voice muffled by the food in her mouth.

That was all he needed to hear. Whenever she said that, it meant he could go all out, choosing the fattiest, most indulgent items on the menu, knowing she'd eat every bite. Tyler ordered for the both of them-pasta smothered in red sauce and cheese, loaded nacho fries, and a party-size platter of mozzarella sticks with marinara. He couldn't wait to see her tackle all that food.

When the pasta arrived, Kaylin devoured it in minutes. The way she shoveled the food into her mouth with such eagerness made Tyler's heart race. He watched, captivated, as her belly expanded, pressing harder against the table. Next came the nacho fries and mozzarella sticks, and by the time she was done with those, her belly looked even rounder and more swollen. From a distance, anyone would have thought she was pregnant-maybe even overdue.

But the grand finale was the dessert: the theater's special, a brownie ice cream peanut butter sundae topped with cookie dough and whipped cream.
When the server placed the massive bowl in front of her, Kaylin's eyes lit up.

She smiled, her belly practically resting on the table in front of her. She didn't care-she didn't notice. All she saw was the dessert.

As she dug into the sundae with gusto, Tyler couldn't tear his eyes away. Her crop top had ridden up so high that it barely covered anything anymore, more of a bra than a shirt. Her belly pushed against the table, and her shorts had left deep, angry red marks on her skin where they strained against her widening hips. She didn't notice any of it. All she cared about was eating, and Tyler loved every second of it.

Halfway through the sundae, Kaylin started to slow down, her belly now so full it was pushing the small table away from her. Her face was flushed, and her breathing was heavy, but she kept going. When she finally couldn't eat another bite, Tyler took the spoon from her, feeding her the last few mouthfuls himself, rubbing her swollen belly with his free hand. On the final spoonful, her jean shorts could no longer take the pressure, and the button popped off with a soft ping, flying across the theater and hitting the seat in front of her.

Kaylin's eyes widened in surprise, her mouth hanging open as a bit of ice cream dripped from her chin. "Oh my gosh, Tyler! You have to fix my washer and dryer," she exclaimed. "They keep shrinking all my clothes!"

Her obliviousness to her own weight gain drove Tyler wild. He could barely contain himself, his arousal growing with every glance at her overstuffed belly and her too-tight clothes.

After the movie ended, Kaylin struggled to get up from her seat. Tyler helped her to her feet, his hands lingering on her body as she waddled down the steps, her belly leading the way. People stared as she cradled her round, distended gut, clearly bloated and full from the feast she'd consumed. Once they were back in the car, Kaylin slumped into the passenger seat, still sipping on a refill of Dr. Pepper, rubbing her belly absentmindedly.

When they got back to Tyler's apartment, the tension between them was electric. Giggling like teenagers, they rushed inside. Tyler wasted no time lifting her onto the bed, his hands roaming over every inch of her plump body. He kissed her thighs, her hips, her belly-grabbing at her love handles and butt, pulling her closer.

After they finished, they lay beside each other, breathless and satisfied. Kaylin turned to him, a lazy smile on her face.
"Hey, Ty," she said, her voice soft. "Can you go make me some food?"