chapter 4

Abbie awoke the next day to find her soft body being spooned by her much smaller partner, one slim hand placed on her fluffy tummy, absent mindedly fondling as Abbie came around.

“Morning sexy” beamed Jess, giving Abbie’s belly a strong squeeze, “guess what time it is” smiled Jess

“You want to weigh me don’t you, ya little feeder you” teased Abbie

“Oh come on don’t pretend you’re not in the least bit curious about how big you managed to make yourself” Jess countered

“Ok yes I have to admit it will be kind of hot seeing that number on the scale, having numerical proof of what a pig I made of myself last night” replied Abbie

“Awh don’t tell me my slim little girlfriend is starting consider being a permanent fatty what a massive shame that would be” said Jess, laced in sarcasm

Abbie laughed, “haha keep dreaming sweetie, I did enjoy last night and we can definitely do it again, but I’m still going to the gym as soon as we’ve weighed me”

“Fine, come on then lets go weigh you so you can get back to your boring skinny body” Jess relented

As Jess left to bring the scales into the bedroom Abbie searched for some gym clothes which might stand a chance of fitting her. She managed to find her biggest pair of leggings and a top that was usually very baggy on her but now clung to every curve. When she tried to squeeze her fat into her leggings she quickly realised she was not getting into them.

Unfortunately for Abbie, Jess chose this rather embarrassing moment to walk back in with the scales, immediately laughing at the sight of her girlfriends engorged ass cheeks jiggling as Abbie fought her battle with the leggings. “hahaha look at the little piggy, having some trouble there are we. Guess you’ll just have to sack off the gym and spend the day eating instead” Jess teased
“haha very funny, I’ll just do my workout here instead, then maybe tomorrow I can go to the gym when my body shrinks a bit”
Now ever so slightly disheartened, Jess placed the scales on the floor and moved Abbie onto them.

“Youre gonna have to read it out loud to me babe, I can’t see anything over this belly.”
Standing behind her, Jess peaked her head around Abbie’s wide hips and leered down at the number flashing on the screen
“194” Jess whispered, a little taken aback by the 67 pound gain, but simultaneously annoyed that she was so close yet so far from 200.

“Damn I really did pack it away last night didn’t I. Ah well, at least I’m still less than two hundred, I might even manage to be back to normal by tonight.” Even as the words left her mouth Abbie couldn’t shake the feeling of slight disappointment that she hadn’t made it to 200. “why am I disappointed?” Abbie thought to herself, “maybe I do like this whole fat thing more than I’ve led myself to believe”

Temporarily shrugging off her concerns, Abbie hopped off the scale and left to go workout on the treadmill they kept in their spare room.

With Abbie gone Jess finally had some alone time to reflect on the amazing night they had shared. It was better than she could have ever imagined. Even more so because Jess couldn’t help the feeling that Abbie quite liked it more than she was letting on.

After 2 years of trying to persuade her girlfriend to pork up this was by far the most progress she had ever made, and she certainly wasn’t going to give up now. It was then that Jess had one of her more inspired ideas. Walking over to the scale Jess adjusted the base to be set at 5 pounds. Now when Abbie got herself back in shape she would hopefully think she was 127 when in fact she’s 5 pounds heavier. If Abbie kept to her word and continued to try these feeding sessions and Jess kept setting the scale 5 pounds higher each time, eventually that weight would build up. Not the most amazing plan, but too much weight and Abbie would notice the difference in her body, but too little and it would take far too long to satisfy Jess’ desires.


A couple of treadmill sessions and many hours later and Abbie was exhausted. Shutting off the treadmill and grabbing her water, Abbie checked herself out in the full length mirror. Gone was the blubber and the pudge, and in their placed stood trim features and a prominent thigh gap almost all the way to the top.

As she posed and checked herself out she couldn’t help but miss her curves. She had to admit she loved the food and the way Jess looked at her, like she was the sexiest thing to ever walk the planet. Not normally a cocky person, Abbie knew that she had been a hot fat girl. All the weight had settled on her perfectly, she just had one of those faces that looked like they were meant to be fat. Closing her eyes and remembering what she looked like with the weight, belly rolls cascading down her sides, falling onto two plump thighs that rub together in the cutest possible way, plump fupa pressing into her clit ever so slightly from the weight of her heavy belly… Snapping out of her daydream Abbie found herself absent mindedly stroking her now damp panties. Looking back in the mirror Abbie noticed that she looked to have still retained a slight bit of the weight compared to how she was before, so, licking her fingers clean, she headed off to find the scale.

Now able to look for herself once again, Abbie peered down and saw 130 on the display. Not quite what she was before, but she couldn’t be bothered getting back on the treadmill for the sake of 3 pounds, it was hardly going to be noticeable. Unbeknownst to her that pretty insignificant 3 pounds was actually a somewhat noticeable 8 thanks to her scheming girlfriend.