Ye who are about to read a weight gain story! We salute thee! Unless you'd rather not read it! Then I warn ye now! Turn back, or abandon all hope!

Ah. Warnings aside. This is a brief installment of the story I've been working on; I'll likely segue into the rest of the story. Just wanted to put this up while I had it. As always, if the .doc file isn't working, story is in the comment.

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I sat there, trembling. What had I done? What had I done!? This was by far, one of the worst ideas I’d ever had (Granted, being a genius like myself, my bad ideas are rare. Unfortunately, when they do turn up, they’re catastrophic.). I’d called her. Honestly, I’d told myself it would be fine. I mean, hey. Maybe Sheila was just a little rough around the edges. Maybe she was––
She picked up. Voice every bit as husky, and mired with that certain visceral strength she possessed as I remembered, she actually sounded bemused, as though she had just heard the line to a particularly classy joke. You know how unnerving that was for me? Sweet Christ...
“Helloooooo,” She sang. “Sheila Vide, speaking.”
I closed my eyes and shook my head. Alright, alright. I needed to relax. I could do this. It was just socializing, right? Like the worst Sheila could do was come break all of my bones, savage my apartment, and leave a wake of destruction in her path, as she laughed atop what might have been the remains of the poor souls who’d tried to stop her––
You know what?
I’ve got the worst conclusions when it comes to women. I’m nuts. Then again, I’d have to be to having this conversation with Sheila of all places.


“Hey, Sheila,” I said. “This is Brandon. You remember me?”
Instantly, I heard recognition snap into her voice; maybe even a smile going into it. ...What? No, it wasn’t my imagination. Shut up!
“Oh, heeeey, Brandon! The little cutie from the supermarket. Hrm...You know, it took you long enough to call me.” She said, tones light, (relatively speaking here; you’ve got to understand, I don’t think her voice gets much lighter than Morgan Freeman’s.), and teasing. “How’ve you been?”
I allowed myself a small smile as I leaned against a wall. It had been awhile since that day at the grocery store. A month and a half, I believe. I’d been busy during that time, either getting prepared to go into one of my fields, or stuffing my face silly. Very silly. I’ll tell you what I was looking like at the time, but right now, there was this phone call that was happening.

“I’ve been good,” I said with a quiet little chuckle. I don’t know what it was. Maybe I was better with women over the phone? I couldn’t tell you, man. “Been working on a few things here and there. Been meaning to call you.” I lied. No I hadn’t. I intended to put it off until the end of my days, and let that number she’d given me lie underneath a rock somewhere, people. The only reason I’d called her in the first place, was due to the fact that one of my brothers––after a long day of ribbing me for porking up like a hog, and drinking thereafter––had told me to man up and call her on some drunken dare. Looking back on it, I supposed I was glad he’d made do it, but...
Well, one thing at a time.
At any rate, she gave a delighted little coo, apparently pleased. “I’m glad to hear that. Y’know, I’d kind of given up on you calling me.” She admitted with a subtle hint of...nervousness in her voice? Nononono. That couldn’t have been it. Girl like that didn’t get nervous. If she did, she probably beat whatever it was making her nervous into a pulp, and left it at that. “Anyways,” She said, glossing over her off-handed comment. “I’ve been good too.”


I nodded, as though she were actually there. “Glad to hear it.” I said. There was a brief and awkward pause over the conversation. When I was nervous, I wasn’t much good for carrying a conversation. I know. Me of all people. Not having something to say? Head for the bunkers, kids, the apocalypse was coming. I regained my footing though. I had something to do, and I wasn’t going to be impeded by my own anxiety. “Ah...hey. Been meaning to do this for a while. You doing anything the saturday after next?” I asked, whilst inspecting my paws. My pads were getting pudgy, I noted.
She hummed, and suddenly I could hear the flipping of papers in the background. Someone was checking their schedule. Huh. Go figure. Soon enough, she returned to the conversation soon enough, and told me she could. I aid that was great, asked her if she wanted to go catch a movie, and get some coffee afterwards. She said that would be great! We hammered out the details, and soon enough, I had a date in two weeks. We said our goodbyes, hung up, and that was the end of things.
It wasn’t until my phone was secured in my pocket that I let out a breathy sigh. That had required more bravery, and energy, than I’d ever care to put forth in anything that didn’t involve the things keeping my interest. Namely: Science and food. Speaking of the latter, I’d been eating a lot lately. It had been awhile since I’d checked my progress, and while I was relaxing here in my apartment? I figured why not. I strode out of my living room, where I’d been having this call, and down the hallway that led to either my bedroom or my bathroom. I soon slipped into the bathroom, the place where all mirrors lay in these kinds of stories, where I took it all in.
I was...softer. Rounded out, even. Starting with my growing chubby cheeks, and moving down, my flanks were spreading out, slowly but surely. A soft potbelly, sticking out just so, with a quiet little roll starting to form on either of my sides. Similarly, my thighs were inching inwards, my whilst my...well. I guess you’d call it my future fat-ass, huh? I hadn’t gained much in my backside, but then again, I’d only just started this. Still, this was a crazy transformation. All this from, what? Ten, fifteen pounds? What would I look like in a year? Or three? Hell, at this rate, would I even be able to move in a decade?
I blinked, and my reflection blinked back at me. There I was, garbed in sweats, and a white t-shirt, and thinking about being so big that I’d be immobile. Where in the hell did that come from? I mean, I wanted to be big, but...
That was pushing it, I guess. I just wanted to eat and eat and eat. I didn’t mind the incoming weight gain, and wouldn’t mind being one of the big guys. Hell, I’d always wanted to be big, but I didn’t know if I could really be comfortable with being one of the super heavy-weights. I supposed then that I’d worry about it for another day. Right now, my nerves were scattered, and I was feeling that some ice cream and some fudge would be just the thing for that.
Mm….fudge.