Synopsis: In the aftermath of her dinner with the new neighbors, Christie finds herself struggling to choose what direction to take her life in next.


What's in this story? Weight gain fetish content.

Christie woke up early the next morning, preparing to go to work. Over the course of the night’s sleep, her potbelly had subsided, returning Christie to her usual flat-stomached self. As she lay in bed, mentally preparing herself for the day, she still couldn’t stop thinking about the night before. She wasn’t sure what exactly happened to her during dessert, and she went back on forth on whether or not she ever wanted to experience something like it again.


She got out of bed, picking out her clothes for the day from a suitcase, since most of her unpacking was still unfinished. As she stripped off yesterday’s clothes and stepped in the shower, she looked down to examine her body. It appeared pretty much the same as usual. All traces of last night’s feast were gone. She tried to feel up her belly as she had the day before, but it just wasn’t the same when it was empty. While washing herself, she took extra time to feel around her thighs, her butt, and her small, perky breasts. They didn’t feel any different than what she was used to.


Maybe I can just put this all behind me, Christie thought to herself.


The rest of the morning proceeded as usual. The potbelly was gone, but the multiple days’ worth of food she consumed still had her feeling full. So, she skipped out on making breakfast. However, when she arrived at work, she walked through the break room on the way to her desk. Sitting on the counter was a box of donuts. Only one was missing, and the box was wide open. A sticky note on the box informed her that they were for everyone, but to only take one.


Normally, she wouldn’t indulge in something like this. But despite her lack of hunger, when she imagined the sweet, delicious taste in her mouth, she couldn’t help but take one and experience that flavor in reality. Christie ate the chocolate-frosted donut slowly, taking the time to savor every last bite of the tasty fried dough and saccharine frosting. Afterwards, she licked off the glaze and the frosting from her fingers.


Christie made her way over to the fridge, where she realized that she had completely neglected to pack herself a lunch. She still hadn’t been to the grocery store since moving in, so there wasn’t much in her house to pack anyways. In defiance of the sticky note, she grabbed another donut, this one a Boston crème, hoping it would tide her over for the rest of the day. By the time she made it upstairs to her office, the donut was gone, and there was more crème and frosting to be licked from her fingers.


Christie sat at her desk and began the day’s work. But she was finding it difficult to focus. As she crunched various numbers, it was clear that something was on her mind. She was trying to put the events of last night behind her, but it just wasn’t working. As the hours went by, despite her rule-breaking breakfast, a feeling of hunger began to develop in her stomach.


It was around lunchtime when Christie finally decided she needed to eat something. She went down to the break room and found that there were still two donuts in the box. She knew it was wrong, but the combination of her growling belly and lack of other options overpowered her morality. She reached her hand into the box, when suddenly, she heard a voice.


“Hey, didn’t you already have one?” someone accused her.


It was the voice of a coworker, Ted, a fellow accountant. Christie didn’t care much for Ted.


“No…” Christie said, lying through her teeth.


“Yeah you did, I saw you licking the frosting off your fingers this morning!”


“Damn it,” she sighed under her breath.


Defeated, Christie placed the chocolate-frosted donut back in the box.


“What do you need a second donut for, anyways? It’s not like you’re some kind of fatty,” sneered Ted.


God, he’s such a douche.


But deep down, Christie knew he had a point. She gave him a glare and left the room, deciding to seek out a healthier lunch option. There was a place across the street where she could get a salad. Christie wasn’t usually the salad-eating type, but Ted induced a bit of paranoia about her weight. Eating three donuts isn’t exactly putting the events of last night behind her, it’s more like embracing the gluttony she discovered within herself that night.


The salad satisfied her hunger for now, at least letting her get through the rest of the workday without thinking about food. After work, she made a trip to the grocery store, where she tried to make an effort to stock up on some healthy food. Lettuce, tomato, dressing, and other such salad ingredients were among her purchases. As were other non-junk foods like granola bars and whole wheat bread for sandwiches. But she also couldn’t resist grabbing a couple unhealthier choices, like a frozen pizza, which ended up being her dinner. The satiation from the salad she had for lunch worn off, so it’s safe to say Christie was quite hungry.


Normally, Christie would only have two or three slices of a frozen pizza, meaning it could last her around three meals. And indeed, she started off with only three slices on her plate. She carried them to the living room. The couch sat in the middle of the room, surrounded by boxes. It was facing a TV stand, and the television sat atop it, plugged into nothing. As a result, Christie was alone with her thoughts as she began her meal. Sighing, she bit into the first slice of pizza.


The three slices she’d grabbed fell pretty quickly to her hunger, which was not yet alleviated. Her stomach growling, Christie headed back into the kitchen.


Just one more slice, then I’ll be full, she promised herself.


She didn’t even head back to the living room, she simply ate the fourth slice standing in front of the oven. And then, breaking the promise she’d made just moments earlier, she went in for slice number five. That feeling in her belly that she’d become acquainted with the previous day was starting to rear its head again. As she finished off the fourth slice, Christie put a hand on her belly, pushing her greasy fingers into the round, taut mass that had formed. She played with it, enjoying every moment as she felt herself up.


Without even thinking, she grabbed the sixth slice and bit off a large chunk. Her left hand brought the slice up to her mouth, while her right hand fondled her gut, which was getting fuller by the minute. But this didn’t seem to stop Christie from eating. The sixth slice finished, she reached for the penultimate slice before the thirst in her throat commanded her to get a drink. Her can of soda she’d been drinking was back in the living room, so she walked away from the stovetop. After quenching her thirst, she realized what she’d been doing. Christie went back into the kitchen and inspected the damage.


“Oh my god… How did I eat this much?” she wondered aloud in a panicked voice.


Without even realizing it, Christie had doubled her usual intake of food. And not unlike last night, she’d continued to glut herself despite already feeling full. Looking down at her belly, she was at least somewhat relieved that it neither looked nor felt as stuffed as it did at the conclusion of her meal last night.


Christie didn’t know what was getting into her. It was completely foreign to her just two days prior, but she found herself enjoying the physical act of eating. The stuffed feeling that accompanied that much eating was something she was more mixed about. It was definitely painful to an extent, but there was also an element of pleasure to it. However, what she loved the most about food was simply the flavor. Whether it was cheap, greasy, frozen pizza, or high-quality gourmet cooking like she’d eaten the night before, Christie just loved how the taste made her feel. That, ultimately, was what drove her to eat so much.


Christie once again found herself a divided woman. She knew, deep down, that this newfound appreciation for food wasn’t going to be good for her. The image of Kimmy – the flabby, shapeless mound of woman next door – lingered in her mind. Nice as Kimmy was, Christie was pretty sure she didn’t want to end up like that. Two nights of indulgence may not have any effect on her body, but Christie knew that if she kept it up, she’d start putting on weight. And she knew that the fatter she got, the more she’d want to eat. Kimmy’s portion sizes were proof enough of that. Christie bagged up the last two slices of pizza, planning to eat them for lunch tomorrow.


After that, she swore to herself, my diet begins.


As she put the remaining pieces of pizza in her fridge, she looked at the various healthy food options she’d bought at the store earlier. She felt good about the idea of dieting. As she smiled and closed the refrigerator, she heard a knock at her front door.


“Hey Christie!”


Kimmy’s enormous mass stood before Christie on the porch. Sweat glistened on her forehead, no doubt from the effort of walking from one house to the other.


“Hey Kimmy, what’s up?”


“Erik and I wanted to invite you over for dinner again tonight, since we had such a good time last night,” she huffed. “Erik’s making pasta, it’s gonna be delicious!”


Since it was fresh on her mind, Christie couldn’t help but look over Kimmy’s body. Her frame was wide, supported by massive legs that probably each weigh as much as Christie does. Her fat stomach poured out in front of her. The tip of it was exposed, hanging out of her 5XL t-shirt. The flabby arms at her sides likely didn’t get any exercise beyond lifting food from plate to mouth. Her head was separated from the rest of her body by a big roll of fat around her neck. Looking down at her feet, Christie found that even they were fat; Kimmy’s sandals were noticeably digging into her fluffy extremities.


As good as the meal sounded, the sight of Kimmy’s body reminded Christie of why she wanted to diet. She was somewhat glad that she had an easy way out of this situation.


“Sorry, but I actually just finished eating dinner,” Christie said, her voice containing a mix of real and feigned disappointment.


“Oh, that’s too bad!” Kimmy’s disappointment was entirely real. “Hey, I have an idea! How about you join me and Erik for dinner tomorrow at his restaurant downtown?”


Christie accepted the invitation, figuring it’d be a good final indulgent meal before she starts her diet the next day.


“What kind of restaurant is it?” Christie inquired.


“It’s a French bistro. A full five-course meal. Real fancy stuff. All of it’s amazing, of course!”


Kimmy’s optimism was infectious, and Christie found herself really looking forward to the meal. She still tried to keep the diet at the forefront of her mind, however. Kimmy and Christie said their goodbyes, and Kimmy began the journey back to the house next door. Christie closed the door, but she stayed put and watched Kimmy through the peephole. She was surprised at how well Kimmy could move for a person her size. Those gigantic legs carried her shockingly well. And in that moment, the idea that maybe being that large wouldn’t be so bad after all crept into Christie’s mind. She dismissed it as nonsense pretty quickly, but it was clear that the battle of fitness and indulgence, the proverbial angel and devil on her shoulders, was far from over.


The next day at work crawled by, thanks to the anticipation of dinner. Christie couldn’t stop thinking about Erik’s amazing cooking. She skipped out on breakfast and abandoned her plan of eating the two leftover pizza slices for lunch, hoping to arrive at the restaurant with an empty belly. As the growling of her stomach grew louder throughout the day, time seemed to move slower and slower.


Christie ducked out of the office a few minutes early, unable to bear sitting at her desk starving for another minute. She hightailed it out of there and headed back home to change into something nice. Dinner two nights ago may not have been a formal affair, but she intended to dress up for dinner at a fancy restaurant. As she was putting the finishing touches on her hair and makeup, she heard a knock at the front door. Erik stood on the porch.


“Hey Christie, I thought –” he stopped mid-sentence after he caught sight of Christie. “Wow, you look incredible!”


“Thank you, Erik, you’re too kind!” she said, still adjusting her hair a bit.


Erik took a second to collect himself before continuing. “A… anyways, I figured I’d ask if you wanted to ride with us downtown. I’ve already got Kimmy loaded into the van.”


Figuring there was no reason to drive herself if she didn’t have to, Christie obliged, and she followed Erik over to their house and into their garage. A large passenger van took up most of the space in the garage, and Kimmy took up much of the space inside the van. Erik climbed into the driver’s seat, while Christie sat in the passenger seat.


The back of the van consisted of a wide bench seat, which Kimmy was occupying every inch of. Her expansive body was draped in a black and gold dress. Christie figured it had to be custom-made, because she’d never seen something that big at upscale clothing stores, and she’d never seen anything that nice at regular clothing stores. The vast amounts of fabric were nonetheless stretched, as containing Kimmy’s fat-swaddled body was no easy task. The outline of Kimmy’s flabs was visible in certain places. Her hair was done up all nice, and her earrings were certainly appropriate; a fork-shaped earring hung from one ear, and a knife-shaped one hung from the other.


“Christie, let me see your dress!” requested Kimmy.


Christie leaned back around her seat, letting Kimmy get a good view of her outfit.


“Oh my gosh, you’re so beautiful!” Kimmy exclaimed.


“Thanks, Kimmy,” Christie said. “You look great, too. I love the earrings!”


Christie and Kimmy continued their conversation as Erik drove the van downtown. Eventually, he pulled into a small parking lot across the street from their destination.


“Are you excited?” Kimmy asked.


“Yeah, I’ve been looking forward to this all day.”


“Good, good,” Erik butted in. “You won’t be disappointed; I can promise you that.”


The group entered the building and were immediately led to a table. Being with the owner certainly had its perks. The table was near the back of the restaurant, and it was already set for three people. One side of the table had booth seating, while two chairs sat on the opposite side. The booth was clearly for Kimmy, based on the single set of silverware and the noticeable gap between the table and the booth. With Erik’s help, she shuffled, slid, and scooted her way into her seat. The gap between seat and table was necessary to accommodate Kimmy’s belly. Erik and Christie took their seats opposite Kimmy.


A waiter came by shortly thereafter to bring them the drink menu. He left to give them time to peruse. Meanwhile, Christie had a somewhat confused look on her face as she looked around the table. Erik noticed, and figured she must be looking for the main menus. He explained to her that a five-course meal would be served to them, and there was no need to order anything but drinks. Christie wasn't accustomed to such fine dining. After a bit, the waiter returned. He addressed Kimmy first.


"The same as usual, madam?" he asked.


"Yes, thank you," responded Kimmy.


The waiter then turned his attention to Erik. "And the same for you as well, sir?"


"That's right," Erik replied.


That just left Christie. "And how about for you, miss?" asked the waiter.


Christie had been looking over the menu, but she hadn't come to a conclusion. After not responding for a few seconds, Erik jumped in and recommended her a wine. With the drink orders placed, the waiter left the group, returning a few minutes later with their drink orders and the first course, the hors d'oeuvre. The waiter carried a platter with four plates of crudités. A colorful array of vegetables was arranged in an aesthetically pleasing way around a little cup of vinaigrette on each plate. Christie wondered momentarily why there were four plates, until she saw the waiter place two in front of Kimmy. Then it all made sense.


"Bon appétit," said the waiter as he walked away.


Kimmy wasted no time, immediately grabbing, dipping, and eating a couple sticks of celery. Kimmy made quick work of the first plate, devouring every last vegetable in a matter of minutes. Christie, meanwhile, had barely made a dent in hers. Despite her fairly small size, Christie wasn't much of a healthy eater, and she wasn't particularly enjoying the vegetables. She tried a couple bites of everything but found nothing she really enjoyed.


"Don't feel like you have to eat every last bite of every course," Erik said. “I know I certainly won’t.”


"Yeah, just give anything you don't want to me!" Kimmy's tone was jovial, but it was clear she wasn't joking.


Christie pushed the quarter-eaten plate of veggies towards Kimmy, who was already almost done with her second plate. Kimmy's love of food was really evident from how she inhaled these vegetables. A lot of people her size only eat unhealthy foods. But while Kimmy certainly ate more than her fair share of junk, she just enjoyed any and all food. And so, she ate, finishing the remainder of Christie's plate just in time for the waiter to deliver the second course, the soup.


Once again, a single bowl was placed before Erik and Christie, while two were placed in front of Kimmy. The soup was a lobster bisque, and Christie found it significantly more enjoyable than the vegetable appetizer. She took spoonful after spoonful, and, surprising even herself, managed to finish the entire thing. Her body was clearly already adjusting to eating larger amounts of food, because she wasn't feeling even remotely full. When the main course – steak au poivre – arrived, Christie was ready to dig in. And dig in she did.


Christie cut herself a piece of the perfectly tender meat and placed it in her mouth. The same feeling she got upon tasting Erik’s cooking a couple days ago washed over her once again. She became subordinate to the flavor, and it commanded her to eat. The pieces grew larger and the pace at which Christie ate them grew faster. She was eating voraciously, much like Kimmy.


She devoured the entire plate in a matter of minutes, eliminating it even faster than Kimmy consumed her first plate, to both Kimmy and Erik’s surprise. Christie, still under somewhat of a food-induced trance, started rubbing her belly. It was starting to get full, but when Erik offered Christie the remainder of his plate, she gladly accepted, digging in once again.


Kimmy finished her second plate around the same time as Christie finished what was given to her by Erik. Christie was really stuffed at this point; her potbelly had returned, and the silhouette of it was quite visible through her dress, which felt noticeably tighter. Meanwhile, the food was also taking its toll on Kimmy. Having consumed twice the quantity food of everyone else at the table, her gargantuan belly was starting to get full. Both Kimmy and Christie leaned back and rubbed their bellies through their dresses, waiting for course number four.


The fourth course was dessert, a decadently sweet chocolate mousse. When that chocolatey sweet flavor touched Christie’s tongue, the fullness in her belly just seemed to disappear. Nothing else mattered to her in that moment except for savoring every last bite of dessert. It was a fairly small serving, and she finished it pretty quickly.


As she finished the last few bites, the stuffed feeling returned stronger than ever. It was a little painful, so she returned to massaging her belly. In spite of that pain, Christie had no regrets about the amount of food she ate. The experience of the flavor made it completely worth it to her. As she reflected on the meal thus far, she again started to have doubts about whether she wanted to go on a diet.


The final course was the fromage, a platter of cheese and crackers and whatnot. Instead of individual plates, there was just one platter for the table. Christie had a few pieces, but her belly, which was once again fuller than it had ever been, was finally succeeding in convincing her brain that she didn’t need any more food to eat. As a result, most of the platter went to Kimmy.


With all the food eaten, the three leaned back in their seats, each stuffed despite having consumed vastly different amounts of food. Erik ate a fairly normal amount, not finishing the entirety of any one course. Christie ate a considerably larger amount, once again consuming more food than she ever had before. But neither could compare to Kimmy, who ate every last bite of her double-sized portions for every course. It’s no wonder she was over 600 pounds, her appetite is almost hard to comprehend to someone unaccustomed to it like Christie.


“Erik, this is the best meal I’ve ever eaten!” Christie gushed. “Thank you both for inviting me.”


“Thanks, Christie. That really means a lot,” Erik said, pleased that Christie had enjoyed the food so much.


“You can join us for dinner any time you want, you know,” Kimmy said. “Erik loves to cook, and it seems like you love to eat almost as much as I do!” Kimmy was only half-joking.


The night wound down eventually, and the group drove back home. Christie said her goodbyes to Erik and Kimmy in their driveway before heading back to her house. Christie, once again stuffed to the brim, walked through her house with boxes piled high, making her way to her bedroom. She changed into pajamas and clambered into bed.


As she reflected on the night’s events, she came to a conclusion that would end up having great implications for her life going forward. Christie decided she wasn’t going to go on a diet. The battle between the angel and devil on her shoulders — fitness and indulgence — was over. Indulgence won.