This is a story of fate. I say that because fate is the only reason that things could’ve gone this way.
I have always had feelings for a girl named Samantha. We had known each other for quite a long time, but only really connected when we were both in high school. We met when I was in Grade 12 and she was in Grade 10. I knew I liked her from the first time I saw her at school. She had long blonde hair that framed her face perfectly. Her face featured these bright blue eyes that grabbed my attention, an adorable smile, and these round cuter-than-life-itself cheeks that gave her face a lovely round shape.
But it wasn’t just Samantha’s face that got me caught up on her. She was also super cool and easy to hang out with. She was funny and talented and into sports and music. She was a good singer. She was nice to everyone. I liked her personality a lot too. She seemed like a person that had big expectations in life and even though she was respectful of everyone else, she wanted to go places. She was attractive in that sense as well. The only thing that seemed to trip her up was her romantic relationships. Not only that, but these romantic relationships seemed to have a direct relationship with the state of her body.
Now, Sam had never been “skinny” or anything. She had always been above the average in terms of weight, but never unhealthy. I’d always considered her weight to stay within a range of “athletic but with a little extra around the hips” to “getting thick with a little extra fries on the side.” She would get skinnier when she was in a relationship with a guy, probably she wanted to impress him and keep him coming back so she’d work out more. But, whenever a relationship ended, she would have a noticeable meltdown. Not a bad meltdown. Just one part of her life would go to pieces. And for her, it was her diet. I could barely contain myself when I saw her growth in a photo or when I saw her when I was going out on errands around the neighbourhood.
Now, I didn’t know what she ate, but whenever she had gotten out of a relationship about a month or so ago, she was noticeably bigger. I remember one time after she broke off a 6 month relationship after her boyfriend cheated on her, she came over a few weeks later in a black and white striped dress. It was the biggest I had ever seen her. She looked thicker around the waist and a small potbelly pushed against the confines of her dress. I was excited to see how far her habits could go.
However, despite those signs of her giving in to her body's desires, that was the last time I saw here for a long time. Our lives seemed destined to go separate ways as she found a good looking guy not longer after that and I got into a long term relationship with another girl. We didn't talk anymore and I saw less and less of her on Instagram and Snapchat. My relationship was going well and things seemed to be headed towards something bigger. And honestly, for a good chunk of time, I forgot about my feelings for Samantha and focused on my relationship with my current girlfriend. We both graduated high school and both went to college in town. Years went by and honestly, I completely forgot about her.
However, life and fate had something in store for me.
I'm a musician and around the time of the last two years I was in university, my music really started to take off in the music community in my home town. I played a lot of shows and people loved my stuff. I even got played on the local radio a few times and was planning a small tour after I graduated. However, during this time, my long term girlfriend took a trip by herself to South Africa. It was something she had always wanted to do and I was supportive in her doing it, thinking it would just be a great experience for her. Turns out that while she was there, a foreign man who I never found out the name of swept her off her feet. She told me what happened when she got back and quickly cut off our relationship. Just like that, she was gone from my side.
That really messed me up. We had been together for so long and it took me a long time to move on. That, combined with the stresses of college, made me get pretty depressed and caused me to lose a bunch of weight. My grades still stayed up, however, and I did get over the break up over the course of a few months. Plus, the weight loss was kind of good for me in that I was overweight for quite a long time (for my entire life) and then I was suddenly underweight for the first time of my life. I decided to work out a little bit more, which helped my mind focus off the relationship. I focused more on my music, which continued to catch on through playing shows and YouTube videos I would make when I could. I made sure my grades stayed up and didn't drop off and sure enough, everything came together. I graduated with a degree in communications and I had an amazing summer tour to celebrate. Music and my actual job began to really bring in money. I used it to rent a nice apartment in the neighbourhood I grew up in. I got used to being alone for the first time in years. I felt confident. I felt strong. I felt like everything was looking up for me.
It was the perfect time for life to throw me another curveball.
It was a Saturday in early July. I had moved into my apartment about a week prior and I was in the middle of doing my first big grocery shopping trip. Even though I had never really liked the idea of this growing up, I had a smile on my face as I went up and down the aisles. I was truly my own person for the first time in my life and this was one of the things that solidified that knowledge. I was barely paying attention to the people around me going about their business as I walked down the junk food aisle and put a 12 pack of Coca-Cola cans into the cart. I was about to continue walking towards the next aisle when a oddly familiar voice cut right through my happy trance and woke me up.
"Preston, hey!!" said the voice happily.
I spun around to see who had addressed me. As soon as I laid eyes on them, my eyes nearly shot right out the front of my head at what I saw. I couldn't believe it.
It was Samantha. But this was not the Samantha I remembered from nearly 4 years ago.
She had the same face and head, which is how I recognized her. Her bright blue eyes still reeled me in. She had her beautiful smile on display. Her cheeks were still big and cute, though they looked slightly bigger than I remembered. Sure, her long blonde hair was still long, though it looked she had trimmed it a little bit, but the thing that really stuck out to me was a small double chin. That had never been there before. And it inspired me to look down to her body.
Sam had done a lot of work to her body since I had last saw here. And I don't mean in the gym. She was wearing a dark grey hoodie and black yoga pants with a thin white stripe up the side, as well as a pair of flip flops. Her hoodie was zipped all the way up, but it could not hide the large proportions of her breasts and abdomen. Her boobs had grown from C to H cups (at minimum), pushing against the fabric of the hoodie which was skin tight against her body. She had also grown a belly which stuck out around half a foot further than her chest, not looking like a pot belly from overeating, but a gut that had been fed and formed over time. These two features, along with her widened waist and hips, rounded her torso out beautifully, making her overall look more rotund and soft. There was a small gap between where her hoodie ended and her yoga pants began, exposing a bit of her pudge to the outside world unclothed. Her hips, thighs, and calves were all thick and curvaceous, bringing out her natural pear shape that her belly tried to ruin. I wished I could see her ass, which I remembered was her body's best feature back in high school, but I guessed it was probably massive at this point. All these advancements in size made her look like my dream girl. Not to mention her cute little feet in flip flops somehow holding it all up.
I finished my one second analysis and refocused.
"Hey! Sam! How are you?" I said as I met her gaze.
"Good!" She said back, moving towards me with her arms open.
She wanted a hug. I quickly obliged, bending down slightly and meeting her in the middle of the space between us. I knew I shouldn't do anything frisky, so I didn't. But as soon as I felt her body on mine, I melted inside. She was so soft but firm, it was perfect. We finished and she looked up at me with her big beautiful smile again.
"You doin alright?" She asked back.
"Yeah, I've been doing well, thanks for asking!" I replied, pinching myself to make sure I wasn't dreaming.
"Good! I guess I should've guessed that considering that I've heard your music on Instagram and Facebook in a bunch of places. Seems like it's really taking off for you."
"Yeah, finally. But I'm really grateful for everything that's been coming out of that, it's awesome to know that people actually think it's good." I laughed at my own sentence.
"Pres, it IS good!" She looked at me in a scolding way and lightly slapped me on the arm. "Give yourself some credit."
"Yeah, I guess you're right."
A couple seconds of silence went by. I didn't want our conversation to end yet, so I quickly thought of something to say.
"So, what have you been up to? I haven't talked to you in a while."
Samantha looked down for a second, almost acknowledging the elephant in the room, but not quite.
"You know, university and stuff. I've been really busy with that. I stay in dorm during the school year and like a month ago, I moved into a pretty cool apartment in this area."
"Oh really, where at?" I asked.
"Um, it's on the corner of... Gary and Andrews."
I got excited at that.
"Are you living at Smith Apartments?"
"Yup, that's it."
"I'm living there too!" I said joyfully. Samantha's eyes lit up again.
"Really?! Since when?" She said.
"I just moved in about a week ago."
"How have I not seen you then?" Samantha said, her face looking quizzical.
"Well, I've been out really late and then getting up really late pretty much every day this week, so that's probably why. But that's really cool!" I said, pinching myself again.
"Yeah, no kidding!" She said, taking her phone out of her hoodie pocket and looking at it for a second, then quickly putting it back in. "Well, I need to get going, but I guess I'll definitely see you around, huh?" She smiled at me again. I smiled back.
"For sure! ...I'll see you later, Sam." I said as she started back towards her cart.
"See ya!" She said back, turning around to her cart.
I began to think to myself as she turned in slow motion.
You know you still have feelings for her, Preston. These aren't any high school crush feelings anymore. Crushes don't last over half a decade.
Okay, well, what do I do?
Ask her out. Go out with her tonight.
Tonight!? I can't do that! It's so short notice and she's probably busy and I shoul-
Sam's ass was facing me now. It was the juiciest and roundest ass I had ever seen in my life. And I had seen myself some big butts in my day.
"Uhhh, Sam?" I called to her just before she was about to push her cart away.
"...Yeah?" She turned her head around.
"Are you doing anything tonight?"
She turned the rest of her body around and squared up to me.
"I was just wondering if you'd like to get dinner tonight. With me." I said, adding the second part semi-awkwardly.
Sam blushed, looking surprised, and then looked down.
"Ummmm..." She put her hand on her phone again and checked it again. Then, she looked back up at me. "Sure! Sure." She said, looking a little flustered.
I couldn't believe she said yes.
"Okay! I guess I'll come to your door for 8. Is that good?"
She looked back at her phone again. I began to wonder why she was checking her phone so much.
"Yeeeeaah! That'll work. I'll see you then." She said, turning around quickly once again and going off with her cart and around the corner.
"Okay Sam! I'll see you! Bye!" I said back, waving dorkily. I didn't care, I was so happy. I did what I had wanted to do way back in high school.
I was on a date with Samantha, the coolest and hottest girl I had ever seen.
I stepped up to Samantha's 1st floor apartment door at 7:58. I checked myself and made sure I looked the best I could. I had put a bit of gel in my hair and I had donned a suit jacket with a dress shirt and dress pants. I wanted to make sure she knew I was taking this seriously.
I took a deep breath and knocked on her door.
"Pres, is that you?" Sam said, sounding distant and muffled.
"Yes!" I responded.
"Come in for a bit, I'm almost ready."
I stepped into her apartment and sat down at the small dining room table. The apartment was smaller than the one I had upstairs, but still quite nice. I sat there, waiting and looking down the small hallway for a minute or so. Then, a door opened up and Sam stepped out.
She was wearing a long black jacket that covered up her entire body down to near her knees. She had a pair of red high heels on at the bottom. I was confused as to why she was wearing a jacket as the weather was pretty warm and she would probably be very hot with that jacket on all night. But, I quickly realized that she might have been doing this because she was feeling self-conscious about her size and was trying to cover it up a bit. However, I could tell that she was a bigger woman whether she had it on or not and that she was uncomfortable wearing it by the way she moved. Plus, I knew that at the worst, a small knock on her self esteem was going to be better than being sweaty and uncomfortable all night. I stood up from my chair and straightened my jacket out.
"You look beautiful." I said confidently.
"You too." She replied, sounding somewhat apprehensive. I knew for sure now that I had to make her feel looser.
"Are you sure you want to wear that jacket? It's pretty warm out still. Maybe just bring it along for later, but I think you'll be more comfy without it."
Sam looked at me, wide eyed. She started to blush and looked down at her front for a few seconds before taking a deep breath.
"You know what? You're right. I'll wear it if I need to. There's no sense covering up considering we saw each other earlier, right?" Sam said as she unbuttoned the jacket all the way down, her body pushing out slightly as the final button came out of its slot. She pulled her arms out of the sleeves and hung the jacket on her arm as she revealed a skin tight red dress underneath it. The dress displayed her body majestically, every curve being presented and magnified to shocking detail. I saw that she looked overall a little... rounder than before. I couldn't put my finger on why. Was it just me? Was her belly bigger than it had been that afternoon? Did this dress just show her body differently? I couldn't tell. But, I knew that I was suddenly turned on. She walked right up next to me and locked her arm around mine.
"Ready to go?" She said, looking up at me.
"Y-yup, let's go." I said, somewhat rattled.
I took her out to this Chinese restaurant in the area that had an all-you-can-eat stir fry deal. You could put whatever you want from the selection of noodles, meat, other toppings, and sauces into your bowl and then they would cook it up for you. Not only did it taste good, but it was pretty cheap and thus, it was the only thing I got when I went there.
We arrived, walked in, and found ourselves a table.
"You have to get the all-you-can-eat stir fry. It's so good and plus, you can go back for more if you want to." I told Sam.
"If you say so! I probably won't eat too much though cause I'm not that hungry." Sam said, promptly closing the menu.
"Whatever you wanna do is cool with me." I said.
From that point on, the evening flew by. We got our first helping, sat back down and immediately started talking about everything. The conversation between us flowed so naturally and it constantly changed topics from sports to music to religion to politics to stories and back again and beyond. We both carried the conversation, never having it slow down or take a break. I had never experienced anything like it. We were constantly laughing and making each other think and wanting to interject with a joke or a story. We only stopped to refill plates or grab more napkins.
I was ecstatic. I had forgotten about what was happening outside of our conversation and focused on the beautiful face in front of me and everything she had to say. She had a mind that I had never knew about and she revealed how smart she really was in layers over the course of the night. She also continued to laugh at my jokes, good and bad, and she continued to do the same to me.
I realized that this high school crush was meant to be more than just a high school crush. This was meant to happen. We were meant to meet again.
I was so happy.
Unfortunately for Sam, she had lost track of time and space as well as she never realized that I had finished my second and final helping of stir fry a couple hours ago and she was attempting to polish off her tenth. Neither of us had noticed the glares she had been getting from people as she continued to refill her bowl again and again. Neither of us noticed that her belly that had grown slightly bigger from the size it had been that afternoon was swelling into bigger and rounder proportions underneath the red fabric of her dress as it strained and stretched the fabric to its absolute limit.
That was, until, it made its presence known.
We had continued to talk as she finished yet another bowl and continued to listen to a story I was telling about a recent show I had done downtown. I told her about the drunk man that had asked me about how I became such a man and how I told him that he just had to drink lots of milk and grunt really hard.
Sam's smiling face whipped back as she let out a massive laugh that shook the table. This caught me off guard as we hadn't noticed that her stomach had been touching the table. She noticed, blushing a bit, and made a quick movement to slide her chair back. What resulted from that made the first real pause of the conversation that had happened all night incredibly awkward.
Sam turned beet red as her hands went to her belly and then out to her sides as she looked down. The seams on the side of her dress had finally burst from the intense pressure of Sam's body. I quickly grabbed her jacket and came to her side of the table and wrapped it around her.
My eyes fell to her body for the first time since I had picked her up and I instantly got turned on again. I couldn't believe that she had eaten that much. I couldn't believe I hadn't noticed until now.
"I'm so sorry, Preston..." Sam whimpered softly.
I looked to her face and saw that tears were streaming down her face. I put my arm around her.
"Sam, it's okay! Don't worry about it, alright?" I said, motioning to the waiter for the bill.
A couple of minutes later, we were in my car. A minute or so passed by in silence as I tried to find the right words. Sam continued to let out tears as she stared down at her feet.
"It's okay, Sam. It happens to everyone. I've had to deal with that happening to me before. Don't be upset about it, okay?" I said to her.
A couple more moments pass by. Finally, Sam speaks up.
"Why did you ask me out?" She said.
"...What?" I said.
"Why did you ask me out, Pres?" She said louder.
I took a couple seconds, but decided to be simple and honest.
"Because I've liked you since high school and I think that you're beautiful."
Sam looked at me for a second as a small smile grew on her face, then back to her feet.
"I wish I could say I thought the same about myself. I mean, why am I even allowed to go with a guy like you? Look at you! You lost weight, you cleaned yourself up, you have tons of stuff going for you... You're going places. Me? I'm the opposite of you. I'm still taking economics in college. I got kicked out of my family's house because I was eating too much food during my first year and was costing my parents too much extra money. I have a big stupid gut. My butt's bigger than two basketballs smushed together. I have no idea what I'm gonna do with my degree. I'm at a dead end!" She said angrily, smacking her belly for emphasis and watching it only slightly wobble because of how packed full of stir fry it was and also that it was being squeezed behind the buttons of her jacket.
I could tell she was sad and it was getting worse, so I decided to get something from her. Something that would help me say the right thing next.
"Do you wanna tell me when.... y'know... your feeding plans changed?" I said slightly timidly.
Sam looked at me again. She let out a big sigh.
"Yeah, I guess you're probably wondering about that." She said, adjusting her body so she would face me a little more easily.
"Okay, so as you probably know, I was going out with a guy named Ronaldo. He was so nice. He was a hard worker at his job. He was caring. And we loved each other. What more could I want, right? We were together for nearly two years. Everything was going well. Until I started university and, because of that, we couldn't be together as often. I had to study and do homework and he didn't go to school, so he felt like I was pushing him away. I tried to explain to him that I was giving as much time to him as I possibly could, but he just couldn't understand why I couldn't give more or why I was even going to school in the first place. Our relationship was on the rails. And, of course, the last little gust of wind that tipped it over the edge was a cute girl that started working in the reception part of the clinic he worked at. He started talking to her and about a month after they met, he officially cut off our relationship. Right before Christmas."
"Ouch." I said.
"No kidding, ouch. That ruined me. I thought that he was the one. I had started thinking about marrying him the next summer. But now, I was alone and back at my parent's house again. As usual, I binged on any food I could find for a week or so, which was my usual way of coping with stress and sadness. But, I guess that because of the stress that school was putting on me, the constant stuffing just never stopped. Anytime was a good time to eat. Especially when I was stressed out. It got so out of control because my appetite kept getting bigger and bigger and so I had to start buying more food for when I would have to do homework or study for a big exam or write an essay. And I LOVED having pizza while studying. Any kind. At first, I would just buy a few slices from the place a block away from the house. Then I started ordering a whole one. Then two. Then three. Then I started getting the family meal deals and I would eat it all in one session. Finally, at the end of this semester, I stopped it. I started trying to get back into healthy eating and working out again, but working out is just downright torturous for me now. So, I've been trying to stop these binge session relapses over the past few months. I broke it again today. After we decided to go out tonight, I got all nervous and just pigged out on pizza again. Luckily, I was able to make myself look decent before you came to pick me up. I thought I wouldn't be able to eat much and I'd be able to keep myself presentable. But I guess my stomach couldn't let that last long either." She said, patting her belly spitefully.
"Again, you don't have to worry about that, it happens all the time to people. I still think you're incredibly beautiful. I've never had a conversation like that in my entire life." I said to her.
"Neither have I. It was like we both were meant to meet and talk together. And I guess I should mention this right now before it's too late, but I think you're sexy now. I mean, you lost that extra weight and you had a good face to begin with... I swear, I wanna see you get on the radio and become a star. I know there are tons and tons of women that would want a piece of you." Sam said earnestly.
I laughed at her comments. I had never heard someone say that to me before. But I knew exactly what to say back.
"Even if I do get 'famous', I'll still wanna be with you, Sam."
"What? Why?" She said.
"Because you are perfect to me. You are beautiful inside and out. I don't care that you don't know what you wanna do with your degree yet, we can figure it out. When I see you there with your bright blue eyes, your blonde hair, your perfect smile, your cuter-than-life-itself face, your voluptuous curves, your big belly, all of the things make you you... I get turned on. Nobody else does that to me just by being them. But you do. I want you to be in my life. I wanna help you finish school. I'll provide for you financially if you need help with that. If you really wanna lose weight, I'll help you the best that I can. But if you wanna get big, I'll help you the same. And either way, I'll still love you."
I actually said it. That was something that I never thought I'd say to anyone. But I had said to the woman that I had wanted since the day I met her.
Just then, I snapped out of thought and realized that Sam was leaning in to kiss me. I leaned in too and met her in the middle. We kissed for a bit, but just before things got REALLY passionate, she pulled away.
"What, what's wrong?" I asked.
"I can tell where this is going and I would much rather do this somewhere more appropriate and without this stupid clothes on." Sam said, poking her belly that did look uncomfortable under the layers of clothing.
"I couldn't agree more."
"Oh really? What're you thinking?" She sounded like she was getting turned on too. I decided to feed into it.
"I want to feel every inch of you. I want to be your last first time."
"Then let's get to the bedroom before we start getting out of control, baby."
I screamed down the streets back to the apartment. What transpired afterward probably slowed down time itself for just that night. We realized that night that we truly were a match of fate.
Sam moved her belongings upstairs the next day. She gave into her desires for food and after graduation, started an online business. She continues to slowly but surely grow in size each day, and I do whatever I can to make her happy.
Fate ain't so bad sometimes.