#chubby fat bhm

[thecheckeredchaser]

An assistant takes notice of her bosses gain and sees the perfect opportunity to let him know she appreciates his changing body.

Insured Gains

Chapter 1- Jake Andrews

Alexis dutifully updated Mr. Andrews’ schedule, with the fuel of a perfect temp cup of tea. Tuesday: investors briefing all day. Wednesday: 10:30 meeting with Cedar Pines Realtors. Friday: 8:00 Divorce Attorney. “Happy Friday,” she muttered. She got up from her desk and peeked into the window, through the large “Andrews and Gibbs'' gold frosted lettering. He did not appear to be on a call. She lightly peeked the door open and stuck her head in.

“Come in,” Mr. Andrews called.

Alexis had been working at A&G Insurance for 5 months, just one month shy of the probationary period. She had just recently been promoted to assistant, after the last was fired for stealing time. She felt incredibly lucky to have gotten the assistant job, as it seemed to be an absolute heist to go in and take care of random stuff for an insurance executive. When she thought of the amount of money being transferred in and out of the building, it seemed criminal that she was getting a slice. And not a bad one. She wasn’t really doing much with her English degree, but it got her a seat at the table. It was her best job yet. Not to mention she was ridiculously attracted to Jake Andrews. In fact, she'd probably work more hours for nothing at all, if it meant more time with him.

“Hello Mr. Andrews,” she said brightly. He smiled at her, relaxed. She could melt onto the carpet. “I was wondering if you were using your schedule book. I could quickly copy it in. I know you like it in both places.��

“Oh, that would be great Alexis.” He grabbed the moleskin book and handed it to her from across the table. She savored the smell of his cologne and fought to repress the fantasies that called to her. His thumb brushed against her hand in the pass, and she saw a sudden shift in his expression, as if he felt the same jolt. Alexis had been conducting a case study on Mr. Andrews since her first day. She was his assistant. That was essentially what it was all about. He was very laid back and hardly made a move that wasn’t calculated. That flash on his face was new. He cleared his throat. “I do love the way you write everything out. I appreciate the Google Calendar, but” he began.

“You like both,” she said, knowing what he would say.

“You know,” he said smiling. She hurried out to copy the schedule so she could hurry back in. She took her time to make everything look absolutely perfect and clean, exactly how he liked it.

She was 26 and knew Jake was at least 40 years old. Considering he was an executive and she worked directly under him, she understood that it was a guarantee to be disappointed to even dream about him. It simply couldn't happen. And yet. It was not possible for her to refrain from thinking inappropriately about her boss every other thought.

Mr. Andrews had the kind of hair you wanted to get your rings caught in, his curls succulent and neat. Shaved shorter on the sides, accentuating the hint of salt and pepper creeping up. He was broad shouldered and at 6”2 was an imposing presence in any room. He had played sports every season in high school and a little in college, but had since developed a soft coating on his sides and middle. Alexis, strictly as part of her case study, had noticed Mr. Andrews was coming back from the weekends a little thicker each Monday. It was subtle, but she couldn’t help but think he was coping with his divorce with binging on the weekend. Alexis had already noticed an increase in requests from him to get snacks during the day, and he didn’t want snacks she could get at the machines in the building. She had to drive to his favorite café 5 minutes away, or to the deli on Wetmore. He had a few spots. This was of course on top of and separate from the lunch she got for him daily, as long as he wasn’t at a luncheon with a client. Their company loved to take clients out to lunches. Alexis loved to see Jake come back, having clearly overeaten at the lunch, attempting to carry on his business as if he had no regrets. She would pop in extra, coming up with petty excuses just to catch him rubbing his belly under his desk.

She had a nagging fear that he was not into her at all. She had been alone with him enough where he could clearly have made any kind of advance. She tried to remind herself that coming from him would be considered wildly inappropriate, and he was not that kind of man. He took his job very seriously. He could laugh and joke, but at the end of the day he was going to be excellent and you better too if you're associated with him.

Alexis was fairly confident that most men would find her body attractive. She was fit, but busty and had a tight and plump butt. She supposed he could be absolutely not into redheads, but she doubted that. She certainly got attention from other males in the office, and she went out of her way to dress semi-modestly. There were certain outfits that her body couldn’t help but make sexy. She supposed her eyebrow ring could be off putting, but was also never getting rid of it.

She waited until she saw him hang up the phone again, then waited 45 seconds, before returning the schedule book. She slipped into his office and mock tiptoed to his desk. “You do not have to tip toe,” he said, chuckling.

“How did the morning treat you Mr. Andrews?” Alexis asked, putting the book on the corner of his desk gently.

“Can we skip to the part where you call me Jake. I’m getting a little ‘Mr. Andrewsed’ out these days.” He looked a little extra tired that day. "And thank you," he said earnestly, bringing the book over and looking over her work approvingly. "All this talk with the lawyers, you know."

“Absolutely Jake,” she said, trying it out. He smirked and looked up at her. She waded in the blue green sea that was his eyes for a few seconds before she was blushing. She noticed the clock behind him, and it was almost 1 o’clock. He had not given her any lunch request yet. “Was there anything you needed me to get you for lunch?” She offered. He looked down at his own fancy watch and seemed genuinely surprised.

“Well! I didn’t realize it was that late. I guess I am pretty hungry.” He sent her with the business card to pick him up some Chinese food. She was absolutely giddy because he offered her to join him for lunch. He instructed her to order a few specific things, but gave her freedom to get anything she had wanted. She wondered if he was inviting her to spend more time with her, or if he was compensating for having her wait until this late for lunch. She could technically eat whenever, but it was generally understood that she took lunch when he did. She typically ate at her desk, as she preferred to work and eat, instead of sitting in the breakroom with the interns. She would get to have lunch in the meeting room if she was taking minutes, but that was not even close to one-on-one time with Jake. She really hoped this was not an ambush working lunch where he had to complete a task by a deadline. He had only done this to her twice, and had been very apologetic each time. Truthfully, she did not mind either of those times, because she was able to sit around in Jake’s office until near 10 pm. He had taken his tie off, which she found very hot. But if she was to have it her way, it would be a very friendly and not work related lunch.

She returned with the food and walked through the lobby toward the big elevator. She smiled at Gina, the front desk secretary, who responded with a smirk. She was close in age to herself, and they would chat and gossip from time to time. Alexis stopped, smiling more nervously. "Everything okay, Gina?"

"Oh yea Lex. I just can't help but notice you almost exclusively come in through that door with food. Who are you working for again? Gibbs?" She chuckled. This was most likely a joke as Mr. Gibbs was quite healthy even if he was pushing 60. She blushed.

"You know I work for Jake."

"Are you gonna tell him he needs to slow down on the junk, or should I? He and I love our friendly exchanges, but I might have to stop. He's getting way too fat." Gina shook her head in disbelief. Alexis felt a little annoyed by her. Most primarily because she was fat shaming her gorgeously thickening boss, but also insinuated that she was flirting with him. And maybe he was flirting back?

"It's not really either of our place, Gina," she said matter of factly. Alexis shrugged her shoulders, said bye, and made her way to Jake's office.

Mr. Andrews greeted her with a smile. She brought the food in and set it on the corner of his desk. He immediately began taking items out, slipping a golden crab rangoon in his mouth while he did so. He passed her her order of chicken and broccoli and questioned a few other items. "Yours too?" He asked.

"I thought some bonus sides would be nice to split. Do you like gyoza?" She asked, pulling the chair on the other side of the desk closer.

"I like everything," he chuckled. They began eating, having light and friendly conversation. Alexis slowly grazed, while it seemed like Jake was powering through his lunch. He didn't seem rushed, but as if he was completely used to eating quickly. He was enjoying the bonus sides too, which made Alexis feel extra warm inside.

They talked about movies and interests. Jake was very much into football, American and what the rest of the world considered football. He expressed that he had been an even better soccer player than a football player in school. But in college soccer was the first sport he dropped. "It was constant running," he complained. "After my freshman and sophomore 25, I was too out of shape," he said, a hint of disappointment coming through. "I thought I'd be in shape the rest of my life. Pretty silly, huh?"

"I think everyone's "in shape" is temporary."

"That's a comforting thought. Your genes are still going strong," he said, blushing at the compliment he let slip out. Alexis blushed too. He did notice her in that way.

"I just try to eat clean and stay active."

"Probably don't eat take out everyday or spend as much time sitting as I do. I really should make some changes." Alexis did not want their first casual lunch to divulge into Jake's "time to get in shape" epiphany. Not before she had a chance to make her feelings known.

"Mr. Andr- sorry, Jake. It's not a crime to have some meat on your bones."

"Tell my soon-to-be ex wife that. She missed that class. Just one of our many issues." He scraped the bottom of the container for its last morsels.

"There are plenty of women who are unphased by a little extra weight," Alexis said, hoping not to give too much away.

"A little sure. These days I've got a lot." Alexis' face went hot, and Jake seemed to notice. "You don't want to listen to me complain about my problems with food. I'm sorry. It's been on my mind so much lately." He finally put his fork down, with an absent minded groan. He had finished his order of boneless spare ribs and fried rice, two egg rolls, an order of wonton soup, and most of the dumplings and crab rangoon. "I think it completely slipped my mind in the past hour. I'm stuffed." He put a hand to his belly, and stifled a belch with his fist.

"It's a really good place. I'll be sure to keep it on the list," she offered. She didn't want to push her luck or give any reason to not invite her again. "Did we not get the chinese donuts? They are my favorite." Jake inspected the bag again and pulled out a wax paper package with 4 sugary dough balls inside. He went to hand them all to her, but she took one from the bag.

"To share," she said. He didn't need any encouragement from her. He put two away before she could finish her one. She saw him look longingly at the last and willingly offered it to him. He accepted, though seemed a little ashamed to have taken most of her favorite thing.

"Those are dangerous," he said. He finished his can of coke and became that exact shade of red when a huge burp escaped him. "Excuse me! I'm so embarrassed." He looked at Alexis very apologetically.

"Don't be," was all she could muster. She was trying not to play the scene over and over in her head.

"I appreciate you being so kind and for joining me. I didn't realize how lonely lunch in the office had been getting. I do apologize for making myself out to be such a glutton. I'm working on it." She caught a glimpse of his bloated gut pushing the buttons on his blue shirt tight. She wondered how it would feel the touch it. She wanted to be close to his scent, and pressed completely to his skin. She wanted to be all over his stuffed belly. She had to actively pull herself from her thoughts.

"Jake I'd be more than happy to join you again. You are fabulous lunching company."

"You are welcome to join anytime I'm in the office. Might be nice to get to know each other better." He smiled a bit dreamily at her. "Professionally," he stammered out, off balance. Alexis felt she had to disarm any and all mental blocks Jake had to being interested in her.

"I mean, isn’t a personal assistant a bit more personal than professional Jake," she said, a hint of suggestion in her voice. He swallowed hard.

"You probably have a point. Well I do have to run to a meeting with Gibbs." She gave a knowing look. "Of course you know. It's a Monday. Thank you again for your company." He had a steady appointment to meet with Gibbs every Monday around 2:30.

He grabbed his laptop and hurried out of the office. Alexis began to gather the food trash, and turned to see him as the elevator doors closed. He looked very deep in thought and very full, his jacket hanging open, and his belly pushing forward. All the food had been eaten, to Alexis’ delight. She was happy he wasn’t put off by the amount she had purchased. He had only asked for the crab rangoon and his meal. He just happened to be offered most of the other 3 items she ordered. She remembered how he had taken the teriyaki chicken from the skewer and pushed the whole piece in his mouth, nothing short of moaning at its flavor and tenderness. His plump lips smacked as he licked them. She encouraged him to have another and assured him she only wanted one. She giggled at the memory and the fact that he was surprised how stuffed he had gotten. She had watched it all unfold before her.

She tried to refocus on one of her tasks at her desk. She responded to a couple of emails, and after about 20 minutes, she had gotten one from Jake himself.

"Alexis,

Please bring me the ledger documents in the black folder on my desk. ASAP.

Thank you!"

She jumped right up, grabbed the folder, and headed up to Gibbs' office. She was excited to see him again and moved as quickly as she could. She tried to steady her breathing while she waited on the elevator. She went directly to the meeting room and knocked before going in.

"Good afternoon Mr. Gibbs," she cordially greeted her boss' business partner. She handed Jake the folder, instantly eyeing the half eaten cupcake and the wrapping paper of a cupcake long gone, all while he watched her chest that was still heaving lightly. He maintained his composure, no doubt due to the presence of his colleague. "Mr. Andrews," she said.

"Thank you Alexis."

"Please take a cupcake. They were for…," Gibbs paused, forgetting, looking at Jake for assistance. He snapped his fingers in an attempt to summon the thought.

"Daniel in accounting," Jake said, proud to remember.

"Ah yes. Daniel! But please help yourself. Andrews clearly couldn't help himself." He laughed heartily at Jake's expense.

"I would love one," she said taking one, not wanting to comment on Jake's indulgence, primarily in fear she would say something revealing. Like, "You don't get to be the big boss by saying no to a cupcake", or "He probably just wanted to top his lunch off with something sweet." She then remembered he had finished lunch with the chinese donuts. She turned and left, giving one last smile to them both, lingering microscopically with her boss.

She went back to her desk and got back to work. Jake returned around 4 and stopped at her desk. She looked up at him pleasantly. "Thanks so much for running that up. I had it right there." He noticed her giving him a funny look. "What," he said self consciously.

"You have chocolate frosting on your mouth," she said, motioning to the corner of her own mouth. He popped his finger in his mouth and rubbed at the corner, popping the finger back in.

"You try to have a secret elevator treat," he joked. Alexis reflected on how it wasn't that long of a ride and began envisioning him scarfing down the cupcake to conceal his weakness to the dessert.

"They were pretty great," she said positively. His eyes washed over her and she squirmed under his gaze.

"You are incredibly kind and accepting. I feel like I've been utterly out of control all day with bad eating, and you have not only looked the other way, but gave me assurance. I appreciate that. But please don't feel like you have to be so nice, just because I'm your boss or anything. My behavior today was outlandish."

Even when expressing deep embarrassment, he came off as self assured and strong. Alexis didn't know what the right thing to say was. She pulled her hair behind her ear and cleared her throat.

"Jake, I appreciate your vulnerability. I am certainly not being pressured to be any way because of your position." She paused, before continuing. "And I just wasn't bothered by your behavior. You don’t have to be so self conscious in front of me." He looked at her, not looking sure. She looked into his eyes and felt herself melt. "And honestly, I find it kind of cute," she said, absolutely not intending to. She pursed her lips in surprise. Jake stared back at her perplexed, but also a light shade of red.

"Cute," he stated doubtfully.

"I'm so sorry. That was not appropriate," she said, lowering her head.

"Don't worry about it. I haven't had a weird compliment in a while. I think its clear you didn't mean to say that." Though Alexis agreed, she sensed he had resolved that she didn't mean what she said, which was woefully incorrect. She just nodded. "Well I'm going to head out. Want to walk out together?" She smiled, the awkward moment dissipating quickly. He grabbed his shoulder bag and waited for Alexis to shut down her computer.

They chatted to the elevator and in the brief pause, as the elevator made its way to them from the ground floor, Jake looked over at her interestingly.

"Cute," he chuckled.

"What?" She questioned.

"Don't ask me. That's what you said," he retorted smugly, stepping out the way for her to step inside. She rolled her eyes, and they landed on his thick belly. "I suppose you've been stealing glances at me because you find me so cute," he joked. She didn't respond, and he shot her a look. He stopped as they went into the parking garage. "Alexis," he said, stopping. She turned and looked at him."Are you genuinely interested in me?" He asked confused.

"I'm very interested in keeping my job, so I think I should just say goodnight and see ya tomorrow." Jake seemed to be contemplating her response. He looked surprised but landed on a pleased smile.

"I like mine too. Goodnight and see you tomorrow, Alexis," he said, resting his hand on her arm. Her fingers reached up to connect with him too, and were resting on the side of his belly. He shifted slightly but met her eyes. He looked like he wanted to say something, and she felt a sudden urge. The next thing she knew, she was leaning into him and putting her lips to his. His lips were still sweet from the cupcakes and absolutely perfect. She heard him make a small moan. She pulled away.

"See you in the morning," she said quickly . She nearly ran to her car. She heard Jake unconsciously mirror the send off back, certainly still wrapped up in the moment. She was half dreading and eagerly awaiting the next day.

Ch 2

[himblob]

140lb gain in the same year is crazy. I really can’t control myself anymore. I’ll always get fat again no matter how many times I lose weight… I think I should just give in and just keep getting fatter.

[yourchubbyfriend]

Before covid/after covid🐷

[fluffybhm]

Short Belly Play

[twunkboi2468]

This man is literally perfection. You couldn't ask for a more beautiful fatty.

[obesity-buddy]

Third breakfast run of the day hit so good I had to take a quick vid of the aftermath 🤤

[gainerboyjames]

Exjock instant wg 😳 (for those who requested it :p)

[pettyheft]

it’s the arm fat for me 🐷

[thecheckeredchaser]

Part 1

Crumbl for You

Part 2

She was working on Saturday and the closing rush was hitting hard. The small lobby was packed with drunk party goers. She was confused how they were already leaving a party before 10. They could very well be on their way. She was working with Ricardo, who had told her he was locking the door. She went into the back to get a new roll of stickers. Shit always wanted to run out in the last 5 minutes. She came back to the front and dropped the roll when she saw Declan crammed into the space. Three other bros hanging close to him shouting to each other.

“This place is packed. Why did we have to come here?”

“Declan insisted.”

“God forbid Declan,” one of the guys said, back handing him in the rib. Nessa put the sticker roll on the counter and went to the order register. A large party had walked out and the store suddenly felt less crazy. Ricardo was shuffling people out, turning things off in between every act. He liked getting out swiftly.

“Look who it is,” she said.

“Sorry for coming so late,” he said, seeming nervous.

“I don’t think we have one of each right now,” she said looking back at the case, genuinely concerned about breaking his routine. He blushed a little. He usually didn’t, so Nessa thought it was a little weird.

“Whatever you got is fine,” he said quickly. She nodded and put his box together. She brought it over and he looked at her with those eyes again. She involuntarily bit her lip, and noticed his friends picking up on the energy out of the corner of her eyes. She snapped out of it.

“Your card,” she said, busying herself to get her stamp. She looked over at Ricardo who was already mopping the back. She stamped his card and smiled. She felt like she had accomplished something too in the moment. “Next time you come back it’s a free one.”

He pulled his hat off to adjust it and she saw his blond waves fall next to his face. She was trying to not swoon as she could see his boys watching eagerly. Declan seemed to notice her distraction. He turned and asked them to wait outside. They said they were going to smoke a cigarette. “So,” he said, getting warmed up.

“What’s up?” she asked, hoping she wasn’t hyping herself up.

“I was wondering if you wanted to get that drink Bri had mentioned.” She stared back at him dazed.

“You’re serious?” she asked skeptically.

“I couldn’t be more serious. I was hoping you’d want to wrap up here and go.”

“Straight from work? You are crazy aren’t you. Lord.”

“I mean you look hot as hell in your uniform, if it’s any constellation.” Welp, she was sold.

“Give me 10 minutes,” she said. “And lose your friends.”

“Easily done.”

Janessa helped Ricardo finish closing, which he was already pretty much done. He was hardly interested in her interaction with their final customer, or the fact that he was still hanging out alone outside the store. She was sure she was safe, but Declan was a little big for her coworker to just dip on her without seeing what was up. Janessa stood in front of Declan, hands folded across her chest in the fall air. The afternoons were not as cold. “My friends took the car.”

“I walk to work,” she said, wishing she had brought her jacket.

“I’m not afraid of a little walk. Want to go to The Den?” he asked. Nessa had not been to The Den, but was aware it was a popular bar on campus. It wasn’t that far, just around the corner and a block or two. They started the walk. He had asked her about her shift and let her complain until she was satisfied, while he started hungrily eating one of the cookies. She stopped and her teeth chattered a little. “You're cold,” he stated, taking his flannel shirt off handing her the pink box. She peeked inside and saw he had eaten two. The cookies were not small and intensely flavored. She was surprised he plowed through two without even a drink. She started wondering if he planned on eating them all in their short walk. The warm fabric was soon draped on her small shoulders and his cologne wrapped around her.

“This is some fine cologne,” she said, hugging the shirt to her for the warmth and aroma.

“I’m glad you think so. It’s a little giant. Sorry about that,” he said, looking down at her. He took the box back and started on his third cookie.

“You are sort of giant Declan,” she said, gazing at him from her minimal position. She felt all tingly saying it, especially because his cheeks had just been filled up.

“You are not wrong about that,” he said, sucking the chocolate chip smear off his finger. “Yet you said yes to a drink,” he noted.

“Should I have said no?” He smiled.

“Glad you didn’t.” He took out another cookie, and offered her one, like she was going to lose the opportunity soon. She turned him down, having a slight aversion after smelling them bake for the last 5 hours. They chatted the whole way, not finding any awkward lulls. Somehow he had managed to eat the cookies, pushing the last of it into his mouth, disposing of the box at the bus stop near the bar. She was calculating the calories he just ate. Each cookie was at least 600 calories, containing 4 servings each. “Perfect,” he said, chewing quickly. “We can take that bus back to the dorms." All the dorms were on the late bus loop and she found out he lived in her same complex.

“You don’t feel sick?” she said, staring at the box he threw out. He put a hand in his pocket, shuffling in place.

“I got one of those real bad sweet tooths,” he said. “That was kind of a lot wasn’t it?” He ran his hand absentmindedly across his stomach. Oddly enough, she didn’t think his thickness was any more noticeable. A true minor snack.

“I just could never eat that many,” she said, grabbing his hand and pulling him along. He seemed happy that she wasn’t hopping on the approaching bus.

“I’m a well rehearsed performer,” he said sheepishly.

“I should have known that.” He chewed on his lip, looking like there was something he wanted to say. But Nessa turned forward, digging her ID out her purse, as they approached the door of the bar. They got stamped and made their way to order a drink. It was mildly crowded, but she could see over nobody, and decided to trail behind Declan, resting a hand on his broad back. Her slender fingers enjoyed the mildly plush feel, but she could sense the muscular power he had. He strong-armed his way through the crowd making her think of a chubby Thor, with his just shy of shoulder length hair in the back. She adjusted her bike shorts with a snap, in hopes of appeasing her arousal.

She felt stupid to have been wondering what it was about him for weeks. She wasn’t disgusted or confused, but enamored and curious. She was innately attracted to him. She had never known anyone like him, not even when she ‘used to know’ him. She was pretty happy to see he wasn’t still going by the nickname from school. Was it a Star Wars reference? A bad play on his name? It definitely could stray in more directions when his most recent size was considered, none she liked. Declan’s name was actually starting to grow on her. It was a little extra bougie, and maybe she liked it. How his family chose that name living in Greens Valley, she didn’t know, but him being from her hometown made her trust him significantly more than any other guy she had talked to at school for the past 3 years.

They found a standing table in a corner and clinked their glasses. He had a beer and Nessa a margarita. She looked at him, pursing her lips. “So you think I’m hot,” she said, blinking.

“Oh yea I do,” he said, winking and taking another drink. “I think you think you’re hot too.” She looked at him stunned. The shade.

“You think what?” she prepared to sneer at him, but was disarmed by his smile.

“Come on. I didn’t say you didn’t deserve to feel that way. It just shows. Your…,” he thought for a moment, “your confidence.”

“Okay, I guess that’s nice. Weird way to say that.” He chuckled and shrugged his big shoulders. She noticed his soft chest shift as he resettled a resting hand on the table. He was huge. And she was getting warm. She took the hair tie out of her purse and began pulling her box braids into a giant bun. She just finished as Declan was speaking again..

“I couldn’t believe you were checking me out.” Janessa slowly opened her eyes.

“I think you got it all type of twisted. You were the one looking at me with those piercing eyes of yours,” she said, making the mistake of looking into them. She stared into them wishing they could do that forever. She didn’t want anything to ruin the artificial and initial bond they had at present. She couldn’t help how attracted to him she was. She felt herself lift onto her toes and his hand came onto her back. He began to stoop his neck down, but suddenly dropped his hand and he looked up at the approaching company. She took a breath. Was she about to kiss him? Just like that?

Declan introduced her to the three guys, the same from the store earlier. They were only stopping by to tell him they were going back to the dorm. Apparently he lived in a quad with them all.

“What were we saying?” he asked, watching them leave.

“You were checking me out.”

“Naturally. I almost recognized you right away. But, I thought it was worse to be wrong if you weren’t, well you.” She acknowledged it was fair. “And you seemed to be staring at me, and not in the ‘look at that huge guy’ way.” Nessa blushed because she was truly doing a little of that too. “I know I did like a 360, or 180, whatever it is, in the fitness department,” he said, almost apologetic. She didn’t really know how to respond. What was the right thing to say? This wasn’t really a scenario she’d seen on tv or heard anyone complain about. All she knew is she didn’t want him to feel bad about it.

“The meathead look was a little overplayed, don’t you think,” she offered. He tilted his head at her and laughed big.

“You're being nice. I appreciate that. There have been some people who have openly told me how gross they think I am now.” She snapped her neck at him.

“Stop!” she said dramatically. He raised his brows in confirmation. Nessa downed the rest of her drink. “That’s pretty messed up. Some audacity.”

“Well I have been getting bigger,” he said cautiously. She noticed him watching her particularly. He didn’t say it like he was surprised or upset. She thought he might be trying to get at something. She wanted to find out.

“What’s that all about?” she asked, inspecting his body openly. He blushed hard.

“Wow. I guess I should have known you’d be even more blunt and direct off the clock.” He scratched nervously at his beard. “What’s it about? It’s uh- just happening.” He was squirming suspiciously under her gaze. Nessa’s brain chewed on the information, seeing what she could make of it.

“But you know it’s happening.” She thought aloud. “And you literally come to Crumbl every week. Maybe that was just to see me though,” she said, coyly. She couldn’t tell which version of the truth she preferred.

“I mean can it be for both reasons?” She liked that option best. She looked at him and he bit at his nails. A thought stomped across her mind. She laughed at how ridiculous it sounded.

“You're not,” she giggled, but lowered her voice, “getting big on purpose. Obviously. Right?” As soon as she looked into his eyes she knew that was exactly it. His lips had scrunched to the center of his chubby face. Her brows furrowed at him and she began imagining what he would have to do to go out of his way to gain weight. She felt her expression shift, into a conflicted one.

“I know how that might sound or seem. And obviously it’s something you can see.” She stared back at him, glancing at his plush body and back at his eyes. “I’d really feel better if you said anything at all.” He laughed nervously.

“I’m just a little surprised.” She ran her hand down her face, grimacing.

“I’m not sure if this is a good or bad reaction. So just let me know so I can get out of here or not.” She reached her hand to his arm.

“Considering you just told me something pretty…personal, I want to tell you something.” Declan’s worried expression melted to a curious one. “When I first saw you, I was just amazed at how big you were. Like damn. You know?” He snorted and nodded to the semi rhetorical question. “But you kept coming back looking even bigger. I wasn’t sure at first. I couldn’t stop thinking about you. It was making me crazy.”

“I’d say you were making that up, but why would anyone do that,” he teased, but simultaneously blushed. “Well I guess that explains everything.” She looked at him questioningly. “You were certainly checking me out, and were more attentive as time went on. I thought you might have been into me. And into me getting bigger.”

“Fatter,” she said, hushed. He looked at her amused.

“Confirmed. We got her,” he said, into an imaginary radio.

They got another drink and danced briefly to settle how horny she was feeling from the liberation of cracking open everything she had been bottling for weeks. She shuddered when she pressed her ass into his super soft body. She purposefully rocked against him, making him shake all over. She turned and finally got her lips on his. It felt like nobody else was there, and she wanted more than anything for that to be true. “Let’s go to my room.”

“I’d love to.”

They waited for the bus and Janessa could hardly believe how whisked about she felt. She wasn’t looking for any engagement with boys and here she was dragging Declan the giant to her single to satisfy her burning desire. She pulled out her phone and handed it to him with the contact page open, after leaning into him with his arm wrapped around her. The feeling of his body shielding her and his massive frame supporting them, was unlike anything she’d ever thought possible. What reason had she ever had to write off fat guys? She just blindly bought into the mess? She guessed so. She felt alive now.

He followed her into her building and up a flight of stairs. He was surprisingly light on his feet for being so massive. She dug her key out of her bag and Declan's belly was pressed to her back as his forearms rested in the door frame. She reached her other hand behind her and grabbed his belly a little, feeling a greater urgency to get inside. She spun around and backed onto her bed, as he closed the door behind him. The moonlight shown through the skylight, and paired with the room's soft glow from strung up fairy lights, the room had a mystical feeling. “I want to see,” she said breathlessly. He practically gloated in her admiration.

“I’d hoped you’d feel that way,” he winked, lifting his t-shirt up and over his head. He had a large and expansive belly that hung an inch or two past his beltline. She loved how smooth his complexion was, aside from the occasional birthmark or stretch marks, which looked fresh. He took his hands to the sides of his gut and gave it a satisfying shake. “Ugh. That feels so good,” he sighed.

“Declan, you are fatter than you let on,” she gasped.

“Black t-shirt magic?” he joked.

“I’ll give you that one, big boy,” she said, pulling him in with her eyes. He put her hands on his belly, and he whined with the pleasure of her instant gripping of his flesh. “You must weigh so much,” she said with a gulp. He laughed, causing his body to shake in her hands.

“I do,” he teased. She ran her hands over the surface of his large appendage, trying to sum up his mass. “What would be too much?” he asked, looking like he was playing russian roulette.

Janessa bit her lip. She didn’t know how much the fattest person she knew weighed. She knew she was just over 110 herself. He had to be three times as big as her. But it sounded absurd. She was surprised when her face was suddenly pushed into his belly. He laughed, jiggling it against her face. “You play too much.” She said pulling away, only half wanting to. “Just tell me,” she begged, nibbling on his lower belly. He growled.

“I weigh 315 lbs, as of last Sunday.” She couldn’t help but imagine his weight in ritual. What was his reward for his gains? Probably more food and more gains.

“Strip and lay down,” she demanded. She tore off her clothes and mounted Declan running her fingers through his hair, brushing her breasts across his face. Her crotch had lost contact with his, as she was stretching up to kiss his lips and their height difference left her to choose. But as she ground her hips against his soft belly, she found it more than thrilling.

“You are wet as fuck, Nessa,” He breathed. He gripped her ass in his hands, slapping it a few times. Nessa gave a tentative slap to the side of his belly. He groaned in response. “Oh don’t be shy about that. Slap that gut,” he said huskily into her neck. She let go of all reservations. Slapping his belly with satisfying firm contact. Despite being so soft, his body was equally unyielding. She liked to smack it into a grab. Gripping a hand full of his gut, and knowing she could never hold it all with both, made her feel over stimulated.

She gave him a second to put on a condom and slipped onto his lap, spreading her hips to get as deep as possible. His belly pressed into her lap and lapped at her flat stomach like a wave as she rocked her hips on him. She held his belly for support and pleasure. She couldn’t stop thinking he looked like a hulking god. She slapped his belly again, and his hips started bucking under her, the power of which took her by surprise. He was slamming deeper into her and causing a most aggressive and satisfying stimulation on her end. She felt her self finishing and fell to his chest, squeezing the mounds for stability. Declan gave his final thrusts at the sound of her elated gasps, and went dormant for a moment. He got up and disposed of the condom and returned to her bed with his underwear on. The bed surprisingly didn’t protest to his presence at all. Maybe the college knew how things could go. Janessa snuggled up into him.

“That was out of this world,” He said, brushing his hair back with his hands and holding them there.

“I hadn’t ever done it quite like that. That’s for sure. You bring a little something else to the bedroom Declan.”

“Just a little bit,” he joked, smacking her hand to his belly. “I think this was fun and everything. But I don’t want you to feel like I’m going to get all weird because we had sex. Sometimes it can be a one hit wonder deal.” He scanned her face for a vibe check.

“I don’t know why you’re saying that.”

“I just don’t want there to be any unnecessary pressure.”

“Where am I gonna find another you, Declan?”

“I admit, you’d be hard pressed. I’m pretty special,” he said with a flutter of his lashes and a flash of his smile. His double chin adorably pushed under his facial hair. “You sure you wouldn’t be too embarrassed to be with a growing guy like me?”

“I’m not worried about it,” she said with such conviction, that he didn’t ask further. Janessa’s brain started racing to where they could go and how excited she was at the chance to witness it. She would get to jiggle his new pounds and encourage him to expand and pull bigger numbers on the scale. Declan interrupted her time traveling.

“You wouldn’t happen to have any Crumbl cookies here, would you?” He asked, scratching at his belly. The corners of her mouth curled up. She did.

“Looks like you are getting a six pack, Declan,” she said, jostling his belly and retrieving the box from her mini fridge.

“Hopefully to be followed by many more,” he said, stilling his shaking with a firm hand.

“I’ll be sure of it," she answered.

[himblob]

I couldn’t control myself around food and now look, from a nice lean muscle physique to a fat lardy jiggly belly. There’s no turning back now.

[yourchubbyfriend]

Someone got fat i think😈

[fatpupz]

Belly is getting heavier

[peterchub]

Fresh out of shower !!! Anyone volunteer to rub my belly 🥹🥹🥹

[jamesr1013]

Can’t seem to get myself out of the chair these days 😅

[kokou-no-hito]

i thought I was "taking a break" but some nights dinner out with drinks isn't enough 😳 couldn't help but inhale shin ramyun with heavy cream and a couple beers 🤤 I haven't gotten fatter have I...

p.s. you might want sound on

p.s.s. since when did my belly spill out so far 😵‍💫

[thecheckeredchaser]

Crumbl for You

A young woman of color works at her campus Crumbl Cookie and finds her attention drawn to a regular customer who is somewhat familiar and undeniably getting larger by the visit. *My attempt at an in and out story.

Part 1

Janessa’s entire mind became transfixed on the figure upon his entry to the cookie shop. She stood behind the counter in her pink polo and black bike shorts, feeling like a snack. Her visor encircled a plump bouquet of juicy curls. She had been zoning out, trying to think about what to prioritize when she got off of work, as it was a generally slow night at the Crumbl Cookie. A gaggle of sorority girls laughed and took selfies as they waited for the box her coworker was putting together. She was not sure what about the guy was pulling her eyes so dramatically to him. She was just relieved he couldn’t be mad at her for it, since he was walking up to her to put in an order. She guessed he was in his early twenties. Almost everyone in the college town was. He almost looked familiar to her, but she found the tall white boys with backward snapbacks and Salmon shorts all seemed to blend together. No Shade. To this guy’s credit, his shorts were dark gray. He was a pretty big guy too. Not your typical frisbee bro shape. But he didn’t look like he lacked athleticism. Not that she was there to shop for a man. She was taking a break from boys. Too much drama and bullshit. She rolled her eyes, sending memories of her dumbass ex boyfriend to the void they snuck out of.

“Welcome to Crumbl Cookie. What can I get you,” she said, averting her eyes to the ipad.

“I’ll just do one of each in the 6 pack,” he said. She punched it in and when she went to take his credit card, she saw him staring at her a little harder than she expected. He was a tall guy, and as a short girl at a solid 5’ 3”, she was a bit taken aback. He was even bigger than she had thought. Maybe he thought her chest looked as delicious as she thought it did before she left for work that afternoon. Guys tended to sneak their peeks on the daily at the job. She thought the pink did not help. She didn’t necessarily mind the attention, as a break from dating didn’t mean a break on wanting to be desired. She wouldn’t put it past this guy. Janessa knew she was cute. And nobody could convince her she wasn’t. She spoke her black girl magic affirmations in the mirror everyday, and she found every word more true. It seemed to annoy the people from her hometown, but she was on her way up and out and that was it. Getting the job on campus where the pay was better and parents would tip on the weekends when they visited their kids was a tactical choice she had made at the beginning of the semester.

She started putting the assorted box together and had to wait for two of the cookies to come out the oven. She tried to look busy, restocking ingredients. As she poured red white and blue sprinkles into a glass jar, she could see him scrolling on his phone. She noticed his stomach showing through his shirt and couldn’t imagine how he walked out thinking the shirt fit. Every curve of him was visible. She almost rolled her eyes thinking about it, but saw his eyes flash at her suddenly and they held her gaze. What kind of aquamarine color was that? He awkwardly looked away, making Janessa stop her task to take the cookies out, even though they were a few seconds early. She put the cookies into the box, sealed it with the sticker, and slid it across the counter to him. She looked up at him to take a dip in those pools for eyes one more time. They linked to hers and she felt strangely frozen.

“Thanks. Have a good one,” he said, adjusting his snap back and grabbing the box.

“Yea, you too,” she muttered, almost confused. He walked out and the store was empty.

“Ay yo Nessa, you good?” Brianna looked over at her coworker concerned. “Did that dude say something slick?”

“Nah. He’s good. I don’t know. He had some crazy colored eyes. You ain’t see them,” she said. Brianna shrugged.

“I wasn’t staring at him like you was.” Brianna gave her a suggestive look.

“Do not do it, Bri. I already told you. I am not here to get laid up with some rich Damhurst boy. I’m here for the doctorate.”

“Okay girl. You seemed like you took a long drink from that glass, is all.”

“Well it was a bit to drink, don’t you think,” she said, with a little attitude to help get her off her back.

“You not lying,” Bri cackled. She didn’t like something about how hard she was laughing, even if she herself had started it. She let it go, because it was a nothing level issue. By the end of the shift she and Bri were cracking jokes and laughing. They were a great pair for the Tuesday close shift. By the time Nessa had completely destressed from the day, showered and hair wrapped up for the night. She lay in her single dorm, scrolling through social media. She found herself thinking of the big guy from the store earlier. That shirt really was way too tight. How could she not look at all that? But then she couldn’t stop thinking about it. It was so strange to her. She started wondering if he was going to eat all those cookies by himself. She didn’t know how someone could. But that is the image she had in her mind until she fell asleep.

***

Janessa managed to stop thinking about her obsession by her first class the following day. Life had a way of sweeping her up like a wave. During the school year she worked and went to class, maybe a party on the weekend, after she closed on Saturdays, the busiest day. She had worked exactly a week before she even thought of him again. It was the usual slow Tuesday, and when she looked up at the bell ringing, he was filling the doorway, his head reaching the 6’ 1” marker on the frame. It was an uneventful visit, where he ordered one of each again. She couldn’t help but make a little bit of eye contact with the guy, Declan, she’d learned from his card. She could not have given him a more pretentious sounding name. He was still testing his shirts, and she wondered if he was oblivious or purposefully displaying himself so unflatteringly. She thought it must be obscene as she could not take her eyes from his round body. Bri had noticed his eyes this time and had to admit they were captivating, though she noted he was far too chubby for her taste.

When she saw him the following Tuesday, she could not help but think he looked like he was getting fatter than when she had first seen him. Was building a routine at the store that detrimental to one’s waistline? She figured maybe if you literally ate every one. Maybe he came multiple times a week. She didn’t work every day. But, if he had a standing appointment with the cookie shop, she figured he was probably not a health nut when not at the store. She couldn’t help but feel she was adding to his poor eating choices, but it was his choice. She just worked there. But it was nagging her. It made her feel so weird with how persistent she thought about it. She would start thinking about him and then have to get distracted to not just review the snapshots of his body. It was like she was doing a study on him. But why? His double chin caught her eye and she felt something else bubbling inside her and as it was about to dawn onto her, Declan cleared his throat.

“Sorry. Hi. You want a 6 pack?” Nessa said, hovering her hand over the ipad, glancing up into his eyes. They were something else. Swear. He smiled at her knowing his order, and she felt the corner of her mouth turn up too.

“Uh, yes. That would be great. I guess I’m kind of a predictable regular, huh,” he said, looking a little ashamed. Janessa felt a weird pang in her chest. She didn’t want him to feel bad. Maybe she wanted to keep seeing those eyes.

“You ain’t got the Crumbl Card?” she asked him a little aggressively, maybe flirty?

“What’s that?” His smile revealed strong and glistening teeth. Nessa always appreciated a nice smile and was happy to have turned his expression around.

“You definitely need it,” she said, snatching one and hurrying to explain the reward system, hoping he wasn’t taking offense to her comment. “Every six cookies purchased gets you two stamps.” She proceeded to stamp his card six times. She figured since she knew he purchased the previous sixers, he should get the credit. “Look at that. Halfway there.” Bri, who had been watching the exchange and had started making the order, chimed in.

“Maybe you owe her a drink when you get your free box.” Nessa whipped around to her, giving her a stare down. She heard Declan laugh nervously, like Bri was making fun of him. Was she?

“Ignore that clowney ass fool,” she said, sucking her teeth. “Sorry I shouldn’t be cussing.” She took his card and processed his order.

“Don’t worry. I’m no snitch,” he said, with a goofy smile.

“I’m gonna pretend you didn’t,” she laughed.

“That’s sweet of you,” he said, flashing those teeth at her again. He even had adorable plump lips, nothing extreme, but noticeable. His strong chin was doing its best to keep the soft one pushed back. “I like your braids,” he said as he took his card back. Nessa smiled at him.

“That’s very sweet of you.” She mirrored him. She didn’t even think white boys knew what they were looking at when they saw her hair. She looked into his eyes and felt something gnawing at her. He didn’t walk over to the wall to sit on his phone like he had the last two times. He held her gaze.

“So I do know you from somewhere,” he stated. Nessa felt relieved, but had really wanted to figure it out before he recognized their familiarity.

“I wasn’t sure. But you do look vaguely familiar. You aren’t from Greens Valley are you?”

“I am. I know I blend in well as a Damhurst fuck boy.” She leaned over and saw he was wearing a pair of crisp sneakers, and smiled.

“Okay Declan,” she hooted. “Maybe you are from the Val. Why don’t I remember that name? I would remember the name at least?”

“I think I was a year above you. I played on the football team. They called me Lando,” Declan laid out his evidence of existence at her highschool. She turned her face up and looked at Bri, who she had only just met at Damhurst, and couldn’t offer any support, aside being next to her in a matching fit.

“Nah. That dude was-,” Nessa stopped herself, putting her finger to her lips.

“Not this fat?” Declan offered, sighing knowingly. He chuckled a little.

“I didn’t say that,” she said sternly. But she knew damn well she all but did. “But I just didn’t make that connection. You do look a little different. You were mad popular. Why do you even remember me? I minded my business.” She turned the conversation on him to divert the attention from her instance of rudeness. He was blushing. Now that she could place him, he did look like Lando from highschool. He was just much heavier. He used to be a highly sought-after piece of ass, not necessarily by her and her group of friends, but lots of people. He had sported a man bun ahead of the trend in their school. He still looked like he wore his hair longer under his hat.

“I just noticed you. You were on the drill team right?” She smiled at him, holding back being as flattered as she was. “You were so small. I mean you haven’t really changed at all.” Him mentioning her size only made him seem larger. They stayed looking at each other. Bri cleared her throat.

“Hate to break up the reunion, but here are your cookies,” she said, staring at the two of them, baffled, as Declan took the box without looking from Nessa.

“See you around, Janessa,” he said, with a wink.

“See you Tuesday,” she said. He blushed and walked out. Janessa turned to Bri, already rolling her eyes, anticipating her coworkers reaction.

“Am I imagining things? Did I smoke crack this morning? Or was you just flirting with that chubby blue eyed boy.” Bri put her hands on her thick hips, demanding an answer.

“Shit. I don’t know. Wasn’t that what you was trying to do?” Maybe she had just been teasing them.

“Well damn Nessa. I could go in,” she said, jumping up, getting excited. “I’ll pour a whole mop bucket on you to get your shirt all wet. We can let him back to help. Lock the closet.” Nessa stared at the girl crazily.

“Stop that mess of a fantasy, girl.” Bri rolled her eyes, but smiled. She was in a relationship and seemed to be excited by the chance to play with Nessa’s love prospects, especially after committing to her dry spell. “Don’t do nothing extra. We just know each other, and barely at that.” She grabbed a rag and started wiping her counter.

“And he’s got them gorgeous eyes. And you're addicted to them.”

“They are nice,” Nessa let herself admit. There was a pause in the conversation.

“But you see how fat he looked?” Janessa stiffened. Bri seemed so tuned into those details, just less…favorably than Nessa.

“I hardly noticed,” she lied.

“You will notice next time. Just you wait.”

***

She had seen him another time, since figuring out who he was. He was not absent from his unofficial date with the shop on Tuesdays. He hung around the counter chatting with her about mutual friends they had, which was more than she expected. He had more interests than just football. He had been in the photography club, which is where he knew one of her closeish friends. Janessa couldn’t not notice how he’d looked like he’d gained more weight. It wasn’t drastic, but he just looked bigger, especially in his belly.

The Tuesday after that is when she noticed he was wearing something more size appropriate. He looked big still, but not as explicitly. His curves were concealed, which she guessed wasn’t inherently better, but he just looked so tight in the smaller shirts. “New shirt?” she had asked, hoping it wasn’t too directly pointing out his gain. He leaned up against the counter, in his becoming a usual place.

“It is. Look okay?” he asked, with a half smile that drove Nessa a little crazy. She wasn’t going to concede to complimenting him, so she offered an offhand shrug. He smiled, thinking he was going to get her to finally admit she liked him. They had been very subtly flirting, but neither committing. It had been driving Bri out of her mind to witness, but she tried to butt out.

“Just fits you better.” She felt comfortable saying whatever to him, now that they were in the ‘old friends’ category. He seemed to accept it as a compliment. She prepared his six pack without asking him for his order. She couldn’t stop herself from thinking about how he’d gone up a size. What size was he in now? Maybe a 2x. She wasn’t great with sizes. But her ex, Tahj, had been very athletic and wore a large. Declan was much fluffier and taller too. She walked over with the box, trying to dissipate the thoughts. “Gimme your card,” she said, mock annoyed.

“Oh yea. I’m one visit away,” he casually celebrated.

“Wonder when that will be,” she said smugly.

“As you should,” he said, deviously. He gave an up-nod and made his way out. Janessa’s hand went to her chest watching him walk by the storefront window. He looked back up at the last second and stopped a microsecond to smile at her. “Shit!” she exclaimed.

Brianna looked at her astutely, over her fresh nails. “Nessa. You like that white boy. You like him bad. I did not know you liked white boys. I certainly didn’t think you liked fat boys.” Janessa wanted to say something smart back, but she had been holding her breath since he looked at her and she was suddenly gasping. Bri looked at her, feeling more than confident in her assessment. The truth was she had never even looked at a guy who looked like Declan in that way before. Yet she could not deny that she was beyond curious about him. She was crushing pretty hard, if she was honest. But what was she gonna do? Ask him out? Not a chance. That level of rejection would send her right back to her swearing off dating game. She had found in school there was a hesitance in boys who weren’t black to date a girl who was. They might have flirted with a girl, but would not commit. She couldn’t remember who he had dated in school, but did remember him having a diverse group of friends. It was a pretty diverse city school. She would date outside her race, but up until her hiatus, she chose dates from those who asked, all of which had been other black men. And she admittedly only said yes to those with fit bodies. That made it all the more confusing why she felt so strongly for Declan. How was he making big look so sexy?

“Bri,” Nessa sighed. “I think I’ma have to attempt to snatch him up,” she said, perplexed.

“You have doubts that you can? I see how he’s looking at you. Like he can eat you up in one bite,” she said animated. Did he really?

“Well, I’ll be looking extra fine for Tuesday. I can tell you that.”

“Fuck it up, Ness.”

Part 2