Relationship Weight

Here is another original. I've been jotting down ideas for stories, and just randomly picked one to flesh out one day. Hopefully you all enjoy it as much as I do.

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You know how you hear advice, but just can’t believe it until it actually comes true? I feel like you hear them a lot from people. ‘Just wait until you have kids, then you’ll know what busy is.’ or ‘Take care of your body when you’re young, you’ll be glad you did when you’re older.’ Well one that I didn’t take to heart was about relationship weight.

Three months ago I met the cutest girl, Brandy, and we started dating. Things were great, and we spent pretty much all our free time together. There was nothing else I wanted to do than go out with her, which is why some of my good habits started to fall by the wayside. I cut back going to the gym. First it was by a few days, and then just all together.

I was enjoying the time with Brandy, but I could feel my muscles reacting to the change. But after these three months we’ve decided to move in together. We got a new place and it’s full of all of our stuff. I figure now that we are living together I’ll have time to get back to the gym. But this story isn’t so much about me… It’s about Brandy.

I might have started to skip out on going to the gym, but Brandy took being off the market to the next level. We all know we have to keep up appearances in the dating scene, but as the old adage goes, watch out for relationship weight. When I first met Brandy she looked thin like most of the other girls out at the bars. Yeah maybe she had a little softness, and nice handful sized boobs, but since we started dating she’s put on at least 20 pounds, causing her to get quite chubby.

I’ve never said anything to her, one lesson I did learn was that you never call your girlfriend fat, that was a no brainer, but still it was hard watching every time she’d grab a twinkie from the pantry, or come home with an empty bag of fast food. Brandy started to look pretty rotund. Her belly had a bulge, her sides had love handles, her thighs looked thicc, yet she still wanted me to take her out for dinner and would order more food than I would.

I really liked Brandy, I wanted to make her happy, it was one of the reasons I wanted to move in with her, but I wasn’t sure how long this phase would last. Was it because the honeymoon period had ended? Would Brandy one day realize what she was doing to her body? The more she gained and the longer this lasted, the harder it would be to go back. But at least she had me to help, right?

Things were going well for us so I didn’t make a fuss over anything, but her poor dietary choices continued and the results were as expected. I didn’t want to encourage her, so I tried to veer away from junk food whenever the opportunity presented itself, but as we past being together for six months, I felt guilty if I didn’t get her a birthday cake, or candy on easter, or order pizza once a week so we didn’t have to cook. I realized that eating made Brandy happy, and at the end of the day I wanted my girlfriend to be happy. Even though she looked like a bloated version of her former self, I wasn’t going to purposefully make her unhappy.

So I started to grab her little things here and there. If she had a bad day at work, a slice of cake from the corner bakery would cheer her up. If I wanted to do something nice, some fresh donuts and sleeping in on the weekend was a nice treat. Getting her favorite candy bar from the grocery store always made her smile. I know I wasn’t helping her waistline, but she was so happy.

Brandy’s weight did not stand still. She now sported a definite belly, that started to sit on some pretty thick thighs when she sat on the couch, which she often was. Although her butt was firmly on the couch, it sank in much deeper now that it had started to grow out. Her boobs were more than a handful now, and in general she looked much softer than she ever had before.

“Honey, you want some leftover pizza? Looks like the subs aren’t here yet.” Brandy spent most evenings in the living room, taking a load off. She was sort of the breadwinner between the two of us, so I didn’t mind that she needed to de-stress after work. But snacking until our take out dinner arrived, and then scrounging up whatever she could find for dessert was only compounding her weight problem.

At the point that Brandy and I had been together for a year, she had most certainly doubled in size. Never one to ask a girl her weight, especially as it moved in an upwards direction, I had figured Brandy was in the low 100s when we first started dating. Now there was no way she was under 200 at this point. Despite Brandy’s increase in size, we still had an amazing relationship. We loved being around each other, going out on adventures, and getting wild in the sack. I even started to appreciate her size a bit more.

It didn’t hurt that my girlfriend had a nice ass to look at. I couldn’t help but stare as she rummaged through the fridge or cupboard, her cute bubble butt tightly filling no matter what she was wearing. I’d always playfully grab a little handful as she walked past to grab another snack. All those extra calories were filling up her rack too. Brandy had gone from having an average rack to DDs in the course of a year, and what wasn’t there to like about that.

With Brandy’s eating habits showing no sign of turning around, and her growing assets looking better and better each day, I did the only thing I could, help. I bulked up our take out order, and overfilled our shopping cart at the grocery store, made sure Brandy had plenty on her plate for breakfast, lunch, and dinner. Each day she grew thicker, each week she grew hungrier, each month she needed new clothes.

Soon she wasn’t just thick, she was flabby. The more empty calories she consumed the bigger she got. Her thighs touched closer to the knee, her hips flared out to each side, her belly hung over her waistband, yet we didn’t stop. I praised her for her curves, grabbing, kissing, groping every inch of her, and boy there was plenty to do that with now.

I started to see a change in Brandy though. The look in her eye, she didn’t look as happy as she once did. She used to love if I went out of my way to get her favorite brand of chocolate chip cookie. Now she looked upset when I brought three boxes into the bedroom to restock her nightstand. She continued to eat an excess of calories each day, but she didn’t do it with the same enthusiasm she once had.

Could she finally be regretting letting herself go so far? Upset that she had gotten fat? No, not now that she had butt that swayed with each step because it was so big. Not now that she had boobs so full that they jiggled at the smallest movement. Not now that I had even started to find her belly attracted with how soft and pliable it was. No she needed to keep growing, keep getting softer. She needed more food, more treats, more fat.

This was the best sex I had ever had in my life, she surly must think so too. We had never openly discussed her weight, nature had just taken its course. I knew I had to help her appreciate the beauty she had become. As much as I could I showed her how much I loved her. I couldn’t take my hands off her, I just loved the feel of her softness. Rubbing her belly, playing with her boobs, slapping her ass, she had to know how hot she was.

I didn’t want to leave anything to chance, and I also wanted my sexy girlfriend to be happy. One night as we were getting frisky I came up behind her and whispered in her ear. “Get that fat ass over here.” I figured this would either show me that Brandy was all in, or stop things in its tracks. Things cooled off pretty quickly.

“What did you just say?” She asked, on the verge of getting fumed.

“I just wanted to appreciate you fat ass.” I replied, trying to make it seem like it was no big deal.

“Dan, I know I’ve gotten fat, you don’t have to throw it in my face!” She said angrily.

“No honey, I meant no harm. I love your ass! I was just trying to show you how much I appreciate it.”

“No you’re right.” She retorted. “I’ve gotten way too big, I need to start a major diet and slim down big time.”

I wanted to say something, I wanted to tell her how I felt, how I didn’t want her to lose an ounce. But this isn’t about me, it’s about her. If she wanted to lose weight, if that was going to make her happy, that’s what I would support. She got on the scale that night, a whopping 275lbs. She said her first goal was to get under 200 and then she would see about getting back to her weight when we started dating.

For someone on a diet, Brandy sure didn’t act like it. We stopped ordering so much take out, and I cut back on how much junk food we had around the house, yet I’d still see Brandy grab chips over fruit, ice cream over yogurt, cookies over anything healthy that wasn’t cookies. Brandy sure had developed a sweet tooth, and it wasn’t so easy to shut off. Brandy had become accustomed to over indulging, eating whatever tasted good, not necessarily the healthy choice. It was hard to break those habits.

Brandy wasn’t going to shrink overnight, so we still had fun under the sheets. I couldn’t help but love every inch of her soft body, and I think Brandy started to notice. She’d seem to pull back when I’d rub my hand over her big belly, or tense up if she noticed her arms jiggling too much. I told her not to worry so much, and that I loved the way she looked.

I think Brandy got dejected really fast when her weight loss plans didn’t happen exactly as she pictured. To me it hadn’t looked like she had dropped any weight, despite resolving to do so over a month ago. Vegging out, eating junk food to forget her feelings wasn’t helping. Also throwing herself at me was a good distraction to get her mind off of it. She knew I loved her big body, and I think that helped her rationalize her false start with her diet.

I was shocked one night when she started to play it up for the first time. Rather than having me say it, she instead asked me to grab her ‘fat ass’. I jumped at the opportunity. She didn’t just have a fat ass though, she had ‘huge knockers’ and a ‘buddha belly’. From then on I found her ok with my more playful side, complementing her chunky legs or wide hips. It took some time for her to warm up to it, but soon she was being more amorous with the topic.

During this time I noticed our take out orders begin to be more numerous again, more texts during the day asking me to bring home sweets, our pantry filling with more calories and less healthy food options. I take it the diet isn’t going well, so I decide to find out how off track we are. I ask Brandy if she wants to check her weight, she knows the answer will excite me. I follow her to the scale where she steps on. With a 300lb weight limit, all we can see is an error message. I’m instantly ready to go.

Brandy stops me before I get too handys. “Maybe you can bring a snack in with you, I’m pretty hungry.”

She doesn’t have to tell me twice. As she waddles off to the bedroom, I rush to the kitchen and grab an arm full of treats. I find her half naked in bed waiting to be fed. Everything I feed her she eats, chewing longingly. I rub her with my free hand, telling her how hot she looks. “Oh your fat belly is so soft, I love it so much. God your fat ass is so wide, I can’t get enough of it. Let me help you with that bra, your massive boobs can’t be comfortable in there.”

After that our nights became a mixture of pleasure and calories. Brandy’s body grew and so did my attraction, an attraction that I made plenty clear to her. After that night I heard no more talks of diet. Her eyes once again lit up at the sight of chocolate cake, or an extra combo burger order. The only odd request I did receive was for a new scale, that was until I noticed she wanted one that had a weight limit of 500 pounds.