(I got together with Inthecourt and we worked on finishing this story together. I reposted the beginning of the story with his permission along with his parts in the second half.)
Money was money, right? Jake stared at the fast food establishment that he was currently employed by with a bit of disdain. Sure, it was just for the summer, and sure, he wouldn't even be working that many hours, but it was still a bit of a bummer. Most of his friends were well off enough that they wouldn't need to work at all during the summer, which only served to bum him out even more. Jake shook his head and stepped out of his car. Why was he feeling sorry for himself? It wasn't uncommon for people to have to work fast food jobs during the summer, especially a college student like himself. Besides, he'd have a little walking around money, which he could definitely use.
McChubbies.
That was the sign above this decently maintained restaurant. One of those fast food chains that was slowly taking over the East Coast. He didn't really like their food, though he'd eaten there a handful of times when no better options were available. Of course, it wasn't really his style. He wasn't a health nut, constantly bragging about his chiseled physique and strict workout regimen, but he cared about how he looked, and secretly judged those who seemed to eat as they pleased and neglected physical activity. He sighed- that was probably the type of person he'd often be serving at McChubbies. This was to be his third day on the job, and if his last two days were a proper indication, the job wasn't very demanding, but it was often boring. Jake slipped on his McChubbies cap, which had the McChubbies logo on the front of it, a kid with chubby cheeks smiling atop the word "McChubbies," written in bold, yellow type.
"Day three," murmured Jake as he pushed the doors of the restaurant open, "Here we go."
It was a little busier than he had guessed it would be. Perhaps it was the light drizzle that had started about an hour into his shift, but the drive-thru was absolutely packed, and he just happened to be working it today, along with Lisa, a girl who had been working there for a little over a month.
"Is it usually this busy?" asked Jake as he stuffed a hamburger and a large order of fries into a paper bag and took two large steps toward the window, where a man on his lunch break was waiting. Lisa took a second before responding, as she was also about to complete an order.
"Not usually," she admitted, "But it's not completely unheard of. We've dealt with worse."
Lisa was a college student, just like Jake, but she was a year older than him. They had actually gone to the same high school, but they had never really talked when they were there, as she was a year ahead of him and ran with a completely different group of kids. Still they had worked together both of Jake's previous days, and they had been getting along just fine so far. Lisa was cute, a short 5 foot 2, and weighed in at 105 pounds, with just a little bit of curve to her. Jake had considered making a move, but feared making the workplace environment awkward for either one of them, so he just tossed that idea. The lunch rush finally started to slow down, and Isaac could take a second to just chill with Lisa.
"So you aren't taking any summer classes, huh?" asked Jake as he leaned up against a wall and talked to Lisa. He liked that he was a good deal taller than her. Not being very tall himself, at a fairly short 5 foot 7, 140 pounds, he felt comfortable looking down at a girl who was a good few inches shorter than him.
"Nah, I'm nearly working full-time here at McChubbies," she said with a frown, "Or as close to full-time as these assholes will schedule me. I really need the cash. You?"
"Pretty much the same, but they haven't scheduled me for that many hours," responded Jake as a car pulled up to the drive thru. Jake handled the customer, a woman ordering for her family, and then returned to Lisa.
"What do you think of Jessica?" asked Lisa as she crossed over to one of the food preparation tables and started wiping it down with a damp towel.
"Oh, the boss?" asked Jake, scratching his chin and turning his eyes up a bit, as if he was looking for inspiration, "She seems alright."
"She can be a total fat cunt," said Lisa, rather quietly.
Jake could only laugh at her bluntness. However, Lisa's countenance remained surprisingly serious.
"Just don't let her hear you talking shit about her, or slacking off," said Lisa, "She nearly ripped my head off my first week here because I messed up an order."
"Aw, come on," said Jake, searching Lisa's eyes, trying to make sure she was being completely honest.'
Lisa remained silent.
"I'm serious. Luckily, she mostly just stays in the office."
Jake looked over at the door on the other end of the restaurant. She was right, he had seen Jessica walk in there 5 hours ago and she hadn't walked out since, or maybe she did, but he was just to busy dealing with the rush. Jessica didn't seem all that bad, but maybe he only thought that because he hadn't dealt with her too much.
"You can take your break, if you want-" said Lisa as she looked through the window, "I'll hold down the fort for now. I think Lee is taking his break out back too. You should talk to him, he's a nice guy."
There was only one other person working the back right now, another girl around Lisa and Isaac's age, but she mostly kept to herself.
"Alright, I'll be back in a bit," said Jake, rather eager to go on break. Usually, he would get some food, but right now he wasn't even that hungry.
Jake found Lee hanging out next to a dumpster, and he could immediately tell that he was going to like this guy. Lee was nonchalantly taking a hit of a joint when Isaac walked up to him, his eyes already a bit red and his mouth prone to smiling.
"What's up man?" asked Lee as he held out the joint to Jake, "You're Jake, right?"
Jake eyed the joint cautiously for a second, and then nabbed it out of Lee's hand.
"Yeah, you're Lee?"
Lee simply nodded and smiled. Jake took a long drag of the joint and held the smoke in a bit, then released it into the air. It had been a while since he had smoked this stuff, and he was already feeling a bit light-headed after his hit. Jake handed the joint back with a cough, and Lee took it with a smile.
"How you liked the job so far?" asked Lee.
"It's uh-" Jake laughed, "It's alright, I guess. Work is work, ya know?"
Lee nodded, "Definitely man, definitely."
They passed the joint back and forth between each other, but Jake only took small hits from now on, fearing he'd be too high when he got back to work.
"So how you feel about Jessica?" asked Lee as he dumped the roach underfoot, squashed it, and then tossed it in the trash.
"Well," said Jake, leaning up against the wall and looking back up at the sky, "I didn't think much of her, but Lisa told me she can be a total bitch."
"She was right," mused Lee, "As she usually is. She can be a complete bitch-that fatass."
Jake merely laughed.
"Anyway dude," said Lee, we should be heading back inside, "Duty calls and shit."
Jake laughed once more, hoping the rest of the day would be laid back so he could enjoy a bit more talking with Lisa.
He was completely wrong. While there were only a few customers trickling in here and there, one woman seemed to have it out for Lisa. It seemed Lisa had messed up her order, and the woman was doing everything short of jumping over the front counter to let Lisa know how displeased she was.
"I should've fucking known better," said the woman with a glint of pure rage in her brown eye, "Only a dumb ass would work in fast food, and how could I expect a dumb ass to get a simple fucking order right?"
Lisa was maintaining her cool, but it was obvious that she was just about ready to give this woman a piece of her mind. Lisa gripped the counter, seemingly anchoring herself down, and maintained a level voice as she dealt with the obnoxious woman.
"Ma'm," she said, gritting her teeth, "If you could just tell me what you wan-"
"I want to speak with a manager. NOW!"
Jake was half surprised that a woman Jessica's size could move so quickly or remain unnoticed until she was at the counter, yet she seemingly appeared out of nowhere to deal with the issue. The woman was seemingly calmed by Jessica's presence, and she was able to solve the woman's problem with relative ease. Once the customer was gone, Jessica led Lisa to the back.
"Are you fucking kidding me, LISA?" asked Jessica, her pear shaped- 275 pound body jiggling as she emphasized Lisa's name, "Did you really mess up such a simple order?"
"It could've happened to anyo-"
"She was right, you know. You're an idiot."
Lisa merely looked down, utterly humiliated by her boss.
"Hey, lay off her," said Jake, emerging from behind the fridge.
"Shut up," said Jessica, raising her finger at him, "Or I'll fire the both of you so quickly-"
"Don't be such a fat bitch," said Jake, a little past insulted when this woman had threatened to fire him so easily.
Jessica was nearly tomato red.
"WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU JUST CALL ME?"
Lisa looked at Jake, pleading with her eyes for him to back off. Lee stared from a corner, his red eyes wide with apprehension. Jake wasn't ready to back down.
"You're acting like a fat bitch," said Jake simply, "Just cause this place turned you into a whale doesn't mean you have to ruin working here for the rest of us."
"A whale!?"
"Yeah."
Jessica seemed like she was about to blow her top, but, in an action that was creepier than Jake had anticipated, she merely smiled.
"Maybe you're right," she said with a smile, "I should ease off her."
Jake felt pride welling in his chest, as if he had just saved a damsel in distress from the clutches of an evil witch.
"But I implore you to watch out as well," she said, turning around and putting her massive rear end on display as she walked back to this office, "This place can turn anyone into a fat bitch."
Lisa turned to Jake with a smile, and Lee silently cheered for him from the back. Still, there was something very ominous about what Jessica had said, and particularly about how she said it, that left Jake uneasy.
Jake, Lisa and Lee pretty much closed the store together that night. The store slowed down, so Jake was pretty much free to chat with Lisa and Lee as much as he wanted, though he couldn't help but feel a bit freaked out by what Jessica had said, and particularly how she had said it. There was a certain conviction in what she had said, a sort of insanity that just seemed very off to him, and he couldn't really shake the feeling that something was really wrong with her. Jessica didn't even leave her office as Jake and his friends closed down the store, which was fine with them. Considering her girth, she probably would've just slowed them down as they rushed by each other, trying to get the store closed as quickly as possible. At about 11 pm, the store was ready for closing, and Jake, Lisa and Lee exited the store together. Lee made a bee-line for his rather beat-up motorcycle, but not before saying goodbye to Jake and Lisa.
Jake and Lisa had actually parked fairly close to each other, so they walked through the parking lot together.
"I really appreciate you standing up for me," said Lisa as she reached her car and opened the door.
"Don't even mention it," said Jake honestly, "That bitch was way out of line- you and Lee were totally right about her."
Lisa smiled and nodded.
"Still, she kind of freaked me out."
"Yeah," admitted Lisa, "Something seemed really off about her to me too."
"Right?!"
"But I don't think you have anything to worry about, just go home and get a good night's rest."
Jake shrugged and nodded, then entered his car and drove off. He was tired, not incredibly so, but just enough that he had barely opened the door to his house when he was already sound asleep on his bed. He awoke around 8 am the next day after a night of strange dreams that he couldn't quite remember, though he had the oddest feeling that they revolved around McChubbies and particularly his confrontation with Jessica. He stayed in his bed for half an hour, considering what he would do with his day off, before getting up for breakfast. Once he did, he was greeted with the slightest tightness of his boxers. The change was, however, so minor, that he was able to brush it off without a second thought. He browsed the internet for another half hour before getting a bit of cereal for breakfast, and then a bit more. He was oddly hungry, today- he found. Still, it wasn't completely out of the norm, so he went on with his day as he normally would, until he got a call from McChubbies at about 9:20 am.
"Jake?" he heard a voice on the other end of the line ask, "You there?"
"Yeah," he responded rather simply, "What's up?"
It was Jessica, and it seemed she wasn't really angry about what had gone down between them yesterday. Hopefully, all that nastiness would now be water under the bridge.
"Lee called in and said he couldn't come in for his shift today," she said, "And we're a bit short-staffed."
Jake nearly groaned out loud, but he managed to not vocalize his discontent.
"Oh?"
"Yeah," said Jessica, "And I was wondering if you could come in for him today, I could REALLY use your help today."
Jake paused momentarily. This was his day off, of course. He had looked forward to do just about nothing today, but he could also use the money that came from a few extra hours.
"Uh, I dunno-"
"Please, Jake," began Jessica, a hint of sincerity in her voice, "I'm low on options and I'd really appreciate it."
"Oh, alright," conceded Jake, "When do you need me in?"
"Is 12 good?"
Jake was a little bummed that he wouldn't be able to spend the day relaxing, as he had planned. In fact, the prospect of a full day of doing nothing was the only thing that had kept him going yesterday, but his sense of duty had gotten the best of him- even if it was just some shit job. After putting away the cereal box, the gallon of milk, and his bowl, Jake headed toward the bathroom. Again, he was met with an unfamiliar constriction by his boxers, so he decided to weigh himself.
143. Okay, that was maybe a bit higher than what he was used to, but not the kind of thing that a big meal or a little constipation couldn't account for. Perhaps it was best he kept better tabs on what he ate from now on, but surely this was no cause for alarm. After a quick shower and shit, as well as toweling himself off, Jake decided to weigh himself one more time, just to see if that bowel movement would make a difference.
144? Now that was weird. Typically, taking a dump could mean losing a pound or two, yet somehow he had gained one? Maybe he hadn't dried his hair off as well as he should have, he mused as he made his way to his dresser.
Yeah, that was probably it. The trend of slightly tighter clothes was starting to become all the more apparent as he put on his McChubbies uniform. The change was not readily perceived, but it was something that he could undeniably feel. All things considered, his clothes just felt a little uncomfortable, but the words Jessica had spoken to him yesterday started to ring in his head as he put on his socks and shoes.
"A fat bitch?" asked Jake aloud as he studied himself in the mirror. All he could do was laugh. Even if he had gained a little weight, he was still a far cry from fat. Again, he made a mental note of watching what he ate more carefully, even though he really felt like he hadn't changed his diet at all since he had started working at this fast food establishment. At 11:40, Jake hopped into his beat up sedan and made the short commute to McChubbies, with just a bit of anxiety hanging heavy over him.
Today, Jake found himself working with two people he had never worked with before. There was June, a rather thick girl who was nice, but just a tad too talkative and annoying, and Carlos, an older man who kept to himself but did all of his work as if he was a man possessed. The day moved rather slowly, and Jake couldn't help but feel as if his pants were just a little tighter with every passing hour, but the first 3 hours of his shift came and went without much worthy of note occurring.
"Thirty-five pounds!" concluded June with a mild slap to her own belly, which absorbed the hit fairly well and converted the energy into ripples across its surface. She had been talking about her own weight gain working at McChubbies in the past 6 months. Some parts of her story were sounding oddly familiar to Jake- first noticing something was different when you tried putting on your clothes, seeing you had gained a few pounds and assured yourself it wasn't due to any lifestyle change you had made. After that, their stories were fairly different, or at least, Jake's remained unwritten and his future remained cloudy. However, June did admit that she had stopped working out entirely and used her McChubbies discount and free meal nearly every day, so that explained the pudginess of the girl that Jake now examined.
"Thirty five pounds, huh?" asked Jake, hardly paying attention at this point as he handed a customer who had driven up to the drive thru their order.
"35 whole pounds-" she lamented and nodded, "It's been rough, but I'm also on a bad knee, so my doctor says I'm still not even ready to work out."
"That sucks."
Their conversation fizzled out after that, as they handled a wave of customers through the drive thru like a pair of pros. They complemented each other well, and though this was only their first time working together, they worked as if the other was an extension of the self. This continued for a half hour, all the while Jake trying his best to believe that his pants weren't growing noticeably tighter and more uncomfortable- that it was all in his head.
Finally, he could take the growing pressure he felt in his lower body no more, and turned to June.
"I'm gonna take my break, cool?"
She nodded, seeing that the work-flow had lessened, so Jake clocked out and first headed to the bathroom.
At first glance, he looked exactly the same when he looked in the mirror. Still reasonably thin, that was still his face and his shirt fit him more or less the same. However, if he really looked at himself, some differences became apparent. For starters, he just seemed fuller, less angular. His face was perhaps just a smidgen softer, but that was probably only something he could pick up on. Pulling up his shirt out where it was tucked into his pants revealed an even more troublesome sight. He had abs. Well- he had them at some point. Now, his midsection wasn't really soft or fat, but it was definitely less defined. With his shirt on, no one would notice, but anyone who had actually seen him with his shirt off before all this strange stuff had started happening would know he had changed. Stepping back from the mirror revealed the greatest change of all. His pants were visibly tight around his rear- which had no doubt grown considerably. He was still within the range of normal weight, but he could see that his butt was a bit over-sized for someone with his body type. Hell- his thighs seemed a bit fuller too, which didn't help with the weird look he had now developed below the belt. Something really strange was going on. He must be sick-bloating up for some reason or another, or perhaps even experiencing some swelling. There was no way this was just weight gain- it was way too quick!
Jake shook his head and headed for a urinal, where he undid his pants, which came as a major relief, and took a quick piss. Water retention, maybe? He ran a hand over his rear- it seemed softer. Could retaining water do that? He wasn't sure. After shaking the bit of piss that always seemed to stay behind off, he slid his member back into his underwear, which was starting to constrict him a bit as well, and started to get his pants back on.
He started. Of course, finishing the task proved way harder than it had just this morning- and he hadn't even eaten anything!
"What-the-hell-is-wrong-with-me! There ya go!" he asked, hopping with each word and struggling to fit into his pants, an entirely new exercise for him. Finally, he did it. Now, there was something he just had to check, so he exited the restaurant and walked to the pharmacy on the other side of the shopping center he was in. He was pretty sure they had a scale in there.
"This thing is broken, right?" asked Jake, looking down at the number in disbelief. It had to be. There was no way this machine was reading out the correct weight.
"No, we just had her fixed," said an old man behind the counter, "I checked a few hours ago myself, she's calibrated perfectly."
Jake nearly screamed inside of his head, thanked the old man, and walked outside. The number was too high- way too high. It had to be wrong.
How in the world did he weigh 153 pounds? Well his pants were unbearably tight, so that number was starting to make more sense, but how did he gain that much weight in a day without eating anything outside of breakfast. Speaking of that, he was pretty hungry, but he had to get to the bottom of what was going on before he even put a single piece of food in his mouth. Jake re-entered the kitchen, where June was handing a mother at the drive-thru her order, but she had dropped the straws on the floor beside here. Jake sighed, seeing she hadn't noticed this, and went over to help her.
Bending over was harder than he had predicted thanks to the tight pants he was now sporting. He reached down for the straws, not even sure how the pants were taking the strain. He decided they were probably pretty good pants, and then he got his hands on the straw- the pressure around his lower body reaching a high.
-RIIIIP!-
No. No. No. The pants weren't nearly as good as he had thought, it seemed. They had torn at his rear in what must've been the single loudest pant tearing incident in all of human history. Jake merely looked up in shock, as June looked down at him, her own jaw dropped. Jake handed her the straws and quickly stood up, his rear facing away from her. June took the straws and stuffed them into the bag, then turned back to the family. Right as she did so, Jake felt a hand on his shoulder. Turning around, he saw it was Jessica. It was kind of weird to see her out on the floor, as she mostly stuck to her office, but here she was.
"Come with me," she said looking at Jake's rear, "I think I can help."
Jake stood in Jessica's office for only the second time since she had told him that he had gotten the job. Now, she was quickly looking through some uniforms the store had in stock.
"These might be a bit big," she said, handing him a size 34 waist pair of pants, "But the belt should help keep them up."
"Th-thanks," said Jake, too shocked by all that was going on. There was no way he could fit into a 34- it was way too big for him, even with a belt.
"By the way," Jake, began Jessica as she sat down, "Have you been feeling alright?"
Jessica looked him up and down with a knowing eye. Jake was clothed, but he had never felt so utterly naked in all of his life. He didn't even form a response to her question, so she pressed on.
"You seem different," she said with a smile, "I can't quite put my finger on it!"
Jake simply shrugged, "Uh- I dunno."
Great answer, genius- he murmured inwardly, but Jessica continued.
"Bloated, maybe?"
Jake could feel his cheeks reddening, "Uh, maybe a bit."
Jessica groaned. Jake didn't know what to make of this, so he simply let her speak her mind.
"Ugh," she said, "You're making this no fun. I cursed you, Jake. Haven't you noticed?"
Jake REALLY didn't know what to make of that.
"You-what?!?"
"I cursed you." she explained, "I'm a witch."
"A witch?" asked Jake with a bit of a smirk, "Are you messin' with me right now?"
Jake's obliviousness was starting to get on Jessica's nerves. She had always been known to have quite the temper.
"Yes!" she responded angrily, "A witch! Haven't you noticed you're getting fatter, you idiot?"
"Oh-"
"Yes," she said smiling, seeing that Jake now got it, "I cursed you. And not just any simple curse, its a mass shift curse."
"Mass shift?" asked Jake rather loudly. It was now his turn to be angry.
"Yeah, she said smiling, "Pretty fun one, actually. All that fat you've gained?"
"Uhuh?"
She pulled up her shirt and slapped her fat belly, "All of that is coming from me! Yup, soon enough only one of us will be a fat bitch- and it won't be me!"
Jake's world was spinning. If he was understanding this correctly, and he wagered he was, Jessica had somehow used magic to curse him- and she was transferring her fat into him!
"Y-you can't do this!" he said, "H-how? I quit!"
"You don't want to do that," said Jessica, "I'll remind you that you signed some paperwork when you were hired here- and you may have noticed that you signed some paperwork. I slipped one of my own contracts in there, so whatever you do, the curse stays. If you stay on with us, I may try to help you once the weight is done transferring, but no earlier than that."
"I- how is this possible!?" questioned Jake uselessly, "You can't do this to me!"
"And yet," said Jessica, reveling in her victory, "I already have."
"What will people think when I gain weight so quickly? Surely, everyone will know that something is wrong."
"That's one of the best parts. I've made it so that they will know you've changed, that you're gaining weight, but they'll just chalk it up to your poor dietary choices and lack of exercise, even if you're gaining weigh too fast. Magic has a way of muddling the mind. Only you and I will know that what's going on is physically impossible at the speed at which it is happening- impossible if not for magic."
Jake couldn't believe this. He wasn't sure what to do, and was half considering physically assaulting Jessica, but if she was capable of doing this to him, then she was capable of quite a bit more. Seeing the conversation had reached a lull, Jessica spoke up again.
"Well, that seems to be it then," she said with a smile, "Just put on your new pants and get back to work, chubby."
Chubby?
Jake looked in the mirror one last time with his new pants on before returning to work. Chubby? Not yet, perhaps- but he was starting to get dangerously close to that area. He was softer, there was no denying it- a couple extra pounds might move him into the chubby range. He sighed- at least the pants would fit for quite a while. Size 34 was 4 or 5 inches larger than his previous size, so he had some growing to do before these puppies started giving him trouble. He shuddered at the thought. When these pants would be too small for him, as Jessica insisted they would be, he'd be at least chubby, if not full blown fat. However, how loose they were right now more or less hid his gain from most, and Jessica told him that any who picked up on his gain would rationalize it.
"Fucking perfect-" he grumbled as he turned profile in the mirror and saw his butt sticking out a ways. Then there was what Jessica has said about where the fat was coming from. If the fat was coming from Jessica, did that mean it would accumulate the same way it had been on her? The prominence of his rear answered that with a resounding yes. The thought of possessing Jessica's body type nearly made him gag. A pear shaped Jake? The thought was ludicrous, and yet small changes to his physique were telling of things to come.
Returning to work only served to dampen his mood further. As Jessica had said, people would make sense of his gain and changes one way or another.
"You okay, Jake?" asked June as she placed a caring hand on his shoulder.
He simply nodded, crestfallen.
"Well don't worry, it happens to the best of us-" she said, "I remember the same thing happened with my first pair of pants from here. You just have to learn that tightness in the pants can really lead to some embarrassing situations. A little tightness is one thing, but the way those pants were painted on you was asking for trouble."
"I guess-"
"We all gain a few pounds when we start here, so don't worry about it," she said, "I doubt you'll turn out like me. You seem to know how to take care of yourself."
"Yeah," Jake told her, "Yeah you're probably right."
"But honestly," she said as she cleaned up a portion of the kitchen while keeping her eyes on him, "They never should have given you such a small uniform. It's obvious it was too small for you to begin with. Wasn't it?"
"Er..."
"Of course it was!" she nearly shouted, "They just aren't considerate here about that kind of thing. You'd expect Jessica would be, but to me it seems that she could care less about us."
"Right."
June and Jake finished and cleaned up a little later than usual, but they had slowly started becoming more fond of each other, and though Jake didn't like her nearly as much as he liked Lisa, he figured she was a nice enough girl and that it was always better to have more friends than fewer friends.
"Drive safely!" called out June as she rode away in her car and waved at Jake. Jake was almost too hungry to respond to her, though he did manage a wave and a smile.
Once he was home, Jake wrestled with what he had learned today. He was fatter than he was this morning, a good deal fatter- in fact, and that was only going to change for the worse in the time that came. Jessica did mention that she would help him by the time the transfer was finished, but what exactly that meant he didn't know, and that still meant that he would have to grow to Jessica's size in the (days? weeks? he actually wasn't entirely sure how long it would take) that came. Still, what was most pressing right now was how hungry he was. He had barely eaten all day, something that he realized was fairly stupid, but now couldn't ignore. All he had at home was bread, peanut butter, milk, and assorted condiments. Try as he might, he knew that wouldn't be enough to sate his hunger, so he ordered a pizza.
-BUUURP-
Jake was surprised by how easily he had finished off a medium pizza all by himself. He knew he was capable of doing such a thing before all of this started happening, but being able to do it with relative ease now was somewhat troubling. In fact, he only realized what he had done when he was watching TV, reached for another slice of pie, and realized it was gone with a bit of sadness. Still, he was fairly sated now, so he cleaned up the bit of mess he had made.
"Might be getting fatter," he said inwardly, "But no need for me to become a total slob or something."
Jake took a quick shower, doing his best to ignore the new softness he was starting to feel in certain areas, dried up, and then went to bed.
Sleep brought strange dreams, none of which he could fully remember, though he was fairly certain that in one of them he was blowing up like a blue berry like that girl in the Willy Wonka movie. Waking up, he did see some parallels between that girls situation and his own, but he shook it from his mind. The underwear he wore to sleep last night was just a bit tighter, starting to become somewhat uncomfortable even, so he switched them out for some mediums he had accidentally bought a couple of months ago.
"Never thought these would come in handy," he spoke to no one in particular as he held up the slightly larger undergarment. Sliding them on, he realized that they weren't even big for him anymore. They were actually a rather perfect fit, hugging his body but not squeezing it. Making his way to the bathroom, he realized there was just a little bit- just the most miniscule bit of movement- coming from his rear. His ass had acquired a little shake of its own, at least in this underwear. Some pants would likely limit that, at least for a little while.
He sighed, realizing how much of what he thought about his body would only apply for a small amount of time, before a new reality about his weight and his shape would take place. Worst of all, of course, was how little he could do about it!
Looking in the mirror took a bit of courage, but finally he did it. He wasn't hugely different, but without his shirt on, some changes were visible. He was softer, even more so than yesterday. A bit of fat had accumulated around his midsection. It was hardly a huge deal, but it did make him seem all the more out of shape. His chest also seemed less chiseled, though so far it hadn't changed much. Looking up, his arms seemed perhaps a bit bigger, but less cut and carved than they had before. Coming eye to eye with his face, he seemed more or less the same there, perhaps just a bit softer, but not even enough that he felt someone could pick out something was off about him from just his face.
The scale belted out more bad news. He was up to 157 pounds, and if the bmi chart he had looked at some time ago was to be believed, he was only a couple of pounds away from being clinically overweight.
He didn't have to go to work today, but he hardly felt like going out. Still, he figured there was close to no food in his apartment, so he made a few quick buys at the supermarket, most of which weren't very healthy options, and batted down the hatches at home for a day of vegetating, and-more likely than not- growing.
Jake pulled into work the next day at 11 am, his size 34 pants fitting much better now- albeit still being just a bit big. However, they were not hanging off him as they had previously. He cursed the day and night of binge eating and vegetating he had just submit his body to. It seemed the spell saw his change in disposition and action as a catalyst in speeding up the process. After cleaning up his house this morning, he had to come to terms with the fact that he was even heavier than he had been just twenty four hours earlier. The scale seemed to have no issue registering the change, reading out 166 pounds this morning as he stepped on. He had gained over twenty pounds of fat in a matter of days, and it was really starting to do a number on him. He felt slower, softer- and somewhat pathetic. Still, all these musings were futile. In a couple more days, it would only be worse.
The worst part of all of this was that now he would have to face Lisa, a much different man than he had been when he had stood up for her. There was nothing staying in the car could help, though. Jake knew all too well that he was only prolonging the inevitable.
Jake entered McChubbies, punched in- and waited for the worst to happen.
However, it all went on rather smoothly. Lisa said hi to him as she normally would have, smiled, and got to work. As they worked together, she seemed just as as nice as she had been before- if perhaps a bit more curt.
After a couple of hours of working together and a few short conversations about this and that, Jake began to wonder.
"What if she kind of likes me, even with all this new weight?" he asked himself.
It was crazy, he was already kind of chubby. The BMI chart he had checked some time ago would already label him as clinically overweight, though he knew such charts had to be taken with a grain of salt, right?
They spoke more. They laughed. Was she smiling at him? Checking him out? He hated feeling crazy, but the more he thought about it and the more he looked at her, the more sure he was that what he was thinking was true.
What was the point, though? Maybe, just maybe, Lisa still found him alright. How long would that last? One more day, two more days- tops? After that, he was almost sure he would be too fat for her liking. Still, maybe he could work something quick. If the current rate of things was anything to be believed, he would be pretty fat fairly soon, something that would likely limit his sexual outings drastically. There was a chance, however- of getting with Lisa today or maybe tomorrow, a final hurah, if you will. Was it worth it? More importantly, was it possible? Both of these questions festered in Jake's head as he watched her work. Finally, he decided that it was better to know now than to regret the possibilities later.
"Hey Lisa," he began during one of their slow-downs, "I was wondering if I could ask you something-"
"Sure," she replied, "You know you can ask me anything."
He swallowed and tried reading her face. God, he was sure this was easier when he was skinnier.
"I was just wondering if you wanted to do something tonight, maybe grab a bite to eat?"
She paused, and Jake could almost see her fighting the frown off of her face, "You mean- as friends?"
Four words could not sting more. It was clear what she wanted, and more importantly, it was clear what she didn't want. To most, that would have been perfectly clear. However, Jake, still being used to being able to salvage such a situation in a body that was more often considered attractive, decided to go balls out on this one.
"No, not as friends..."
The frown on Lisa's face became visible, and Jake cursed himself inwardly.
"Jake," she began "You know- I'm not looking for anything like that right now... and besides, you aren't really my type."
Was that a jab at his weight? He was pretty sure that was a jab at his weight.
"I don't think we're physically compatible," she continued.
Definite jab at his weight. This bitch! It was because he stood up for her that this was happening to him.
"Alright,that's cool," was all Jake could manage as he returned to work, trying his best to hide the emotional bludgeoning he had just received at the hands of this girl.
Lisa watched him working and frowned once again. She couldn't help but feel sorry for the guy, and he sure was fun and nice. The only problem was that she really didn't find him attractive. He was soft, and seemed out of shape. Face-wise, he was pretty attractive, but it wasn't enough, at least in her view. However, in hopes of saving their friendship and making working together a whole lot less awkward, she tried doing some damage control.
"I do know a girl that might be interested in seeing you tonight, though," she began, placing a hand on Jake's shoulder.
Jake wasn't one for handouts like this, but he was desperate.
"Oh really?" he asked, "Who?"
Lisa smiled, seeing Jake's interest.
"You know June?"
"June?"
"She works here," Lisa explained.
"Oh you mean the chu-" Jake stopped himself mid-sentence. He wasn't in the best shape himself, and he didn't want to seem so judgmental of the girl Lisa was trying to hook him up with.
"Huh?"
"The... charming girl," he says, "Yeah, she's cool."
Truth be told, in Jake's eyes she spoke too much and weighed too much. Still, he was between a hard and a rock place.
"I could set you guys up," said Lisa, leaning up against a table, thinking that her damage control was going all too well, "You interested?"
Jake stopped for a second. June wasn't ugly. She would've probably been cuter than Lisa if she wasn't so chunky. Still, he had never been into those thick girls. How long, however- before even June wasn't into him? Was it better to get some now than regret it later?
Definitely.
"Sure," said Jake with a smile, "I honestly just don't know her very well, and was actually considering asking her out when we last worked together. I was just a bit shy."
"Don't be!" laughed Lisa, "I actually spoke to June about you yesterday, and she says you're really cool!"
Cool? She said he was really cool? God, he hoped he didn't regret this.
Lisa set up a date between her two overweight employees, her face beaming the whole while. It was easy enough. June actually seemed pretty into Jake, and Jake was willing to settle for June- so it all went over well.
"You're supposed to pick her up tonight at 9:00 PM at this address," said Lisa as she handed him a sliver of paper, "Don't be late- and no need to thank me!"
She was right about the last part, Jake reasoned.
Jake pulled up to June's house at around 8:45 PM, after having made a few quick additions to his wardrobe. He had a new pair of jeans, size 34, which were still not exactly his size, but fit more than well enough with a belt. He also bought a couple T-Shirts and some sweat pants, as well as some underwear in a bigger size. Pulling out his cellphone, he gave June a call.
"Hey June," he he said once she picked up.
"Hi!" was the cheery response he got.
"I'm outside."
"Oh-"
"Oh, what?"
"Well, " began June on the other end, "I was actually wondering if we could stay in tonight? Maybe watch a movie and eat some junk food?"
All of those ideas sounded more promising than what he had planned. First of all, he wasn't crazy about being seen with June, and even less crazy about seeing him, a good deal heavier than he had been just days prior. Junk food and a movie didn't sound all that bad either.
"Sure!" he responded after a quiet second of pondering, "Just let me park and I'll be right up!"
After parking, Jake knocked on the door. He didn't have to wait very long for a pajama-clad June to answer the door.
"You really had no intention of going out tonight, huh?" asked Jake as she let him in.
"No," she laughed, "Not really."
Jake took another good look at June as she set up some space on the couch for them with a blanket and some junk food. She was basically an overblown hourglass that had started collecting sand around the middle. She was cute, just a bit chubby, but clearly nice. As far as girls went, especially as far as the girls that would currently give Jake the time of day, she wasn't too bad at all.
"Ready?" asked June as she took a seat on the couch and then called him over.
Jake shrugged and walked over, sitting down with just a little distance between himself and June.
If there was one thing to be admired about June so far, it was how capable of being forward she was.
"I was under the impression this was a date- am I wrong?" she asked, pouting her lips when she posed the question.
Jake could only smile and scoot closer to her, lifting his arm and taking her in under it. She took to this gesture gladly, and put her head on Jake's chest. Jake was a little put off by the slight softness he felt in his own chest, but was glad that June was taking to him so quickly. This was nice, he figured. June picked a movie to watch and pulled Jake even closer, basically using him as a pillow.
"Snack?" she asked, looking over the table of fattening treats she had set up and taking a handful of popcorn and a bar of chocolate for herself.
Jake easily complied, stuffing his face with popcorn at intervals as the movie progressed, knocking out a whole bowl of popcorn by himself and then starting to work on the gummy worms.
Gummy worms? What the hell was he doing? What was he, June's fat friend over for a girl's night? He resolved to end this nonsense with a definitive move to set the mood for the rest of the evening. Jake grabbed June, and forced her onto the other end of the couch.
"Wh-?" was all June could manage before Jake had passionately started making out with her, already going for her breasts as she immediately started rubbing his crotch with one of her hands, grabbing the back of his head with the other. This proved at least one very good thing in Jake's eyes: At least June definitely wasn't a prude. The making out intensified, June undoing Jake's belt on his jeans and pulling them down with little effort. Jake quickly reached for his wallet, looking for a condom. June grabbed his hand and pulled her back to him.
"Fuck that," she said as she kissed his neck, "I'm on the pill."
Fat sex, and that was what Jake felt he should call it, was an entirely new experience. For one, he had never has sex with someone June's size, and he had never had sex being so heavy. All in all, it was a little slower, made him a little sweatier, and caused a lot more jiggling (from both parties). Jake didn't feel like he lasted particularly long, mostly because he felt himself start to get winded out and just blew his load to avoid a bigger workout, but it seemed June was satisfied by the time he finished. He thanked whatever the hell he believed in for that- he didn't want to think about the indignity he'd feel if he was unable to satisfy this chick.
Also different about fat sex, or at least this instance, was that it was followed by a good deal of eating. Jake and June stuffed themselves, chatting all along and discovering they actually had a few things in common- mostly that they had developed over eating habits. Around 1 am, Jake and June fell asleep, full and bloated, on June's couch in nothing but underwear (And a bra, for June).
Jake was awoken by an e-mail alert to his phone at about 9 am. He turned over, seeing June was still asleep, looking dreamily content as she reached out for him. He stood up, applauding his own actions last night in his head, but then realized that things had changed for the worse once more.
He had gained weight, and he had gained a decent amount of it. His underwear felt tight, unbearably so- so much so that he feared he might have to change out of it to not risk having it pop off of him. Jake made a quick move to June's bathroom for further investigation. He half hoped June's mirror was simply somewhat warped, because he definitely felt like he was looking at a fun house mirror version of himself. His thighs had thickened, acquiring a bit of their own thunder, and threatening to start touching in a very unflattering way with only a few more pounds. His knees had softened, and that was about as far as her mirror went, but he half feared he was getting the beginning of cankles as well. Up top, he definitely felt chestier, and the whole area around his nipple felt a bit- sensitive? That was a very troubling development. His belly had gained a life of his own, setting up an area to support his increasingly sizeable chest. His rear, as he had feared, remained his most prominent feature, exhibiting a definite bubble and threatening to meet his upper thighs on the field of combat.
June had a scale, and he nearly screamed what it read out when he stepped on it.
178? He had gained twelve whole pounds since just yesterday! At this rate, he'd be a whale before he knew it!
Jake stepped outside to find June brewing some coffee in the kitchen.
"How'd you sleep?" she asked, scratching her belly.
"Uh- fine," said Jake, his mind still reeling from this latest set of changes as he grabbed his jeans. He stepped into them, and then encountered a very big problem. As he shimmied them up his thighs, his fears were realized- he was too big for these jeans! He struggled, grabbing and pulling, but the girth of his lower body was not something he could simply suck in.
"Oh..." said June, holding two cups of coffee as she watched him struggle, "I'm sorry, that uh- really sucks."
Jake didn't even respond, getting the jeans over his rear, but then seeing there was no way he was getting the zipper up or the button done.
"It happens to all of us, you know," said June, "I know I've been there."
"Yeah, whatever."
Jake took the coffee and took a big swig out of it.
"Do you have to work today?" asked June, "Are you busy?"
"Uh, no-" began Jake, "As far as work goes, but I really do have some important errands to run, so maybe I'll see you later?"
June nodded with a smile, and Jake grabbed his things, booking it out of June's house in unbuttoned jeans as fast as his legs could carry him.