Author's note: Okay, I know the title is an old, not particularly funny joke. I apologize. And yes, this is a story about a trans woman. If that's not something you're interested in, turn back now. And if you have a problem with that for whatever reason, you can fuck off and never read my stories again. I'm not trans myself, so I won't pretend that I've written a groundbreakingly accurate portrayal of that experience. But I had the idea for the story and I felt like I had to use it. I hope everyone finds it to be a respectful portrayal, and I hope everyone finds it an enjoyable read as well. - Springbokkx Synopsis: A transgender woman strives to acquire the feminine body of her dreams, primarily through lots and lots of food. Along the way, she even finds true love. What's in this story? Weight gain fetish content, some mental health struggles, some light romance, and also explicit sex between two people that both have penises. You have been warned. Part 1: Dysphoria She walked down the steps of city hall, name change forms in hand. As far as she, the government, or anyone else on Earth was concerned, her name was officially Juniper. But as excited as she was about the name change, when she looked down at her body, that nagging feeling of dysphoria still lingered in the back of her mind. She had the clothes, the makeup, the voice, and now the name of a woman, but she still didn’t feel feminine enough. She was tall and lanky. Her legs were long, giving her a height above average for both men and women. Her body fat percentage was low, and even after months on HRT, she had no breasts or really any curves to speak of. Her body just didn’t look very feminine. She thought about surgery, but it was well out of her price range. As such, Juniper was stuck with her body the way it was for now. Juniper had spent all morning and much of the afternoon at city hall, standing in various lines, sitting in various offices, and signing various forms. The slow-moving gears of bureaucracy were seemingly designed to make things as hard as possible. On her drive home, she decided to stop at McDonald’s, both to satiate her growling stomach, and in the hopes that some greasy fast food might make her feel better. She usually wouldn’t indulge in such things. However, even though her body didn’t show it, she could actually put away a decent amount of food, especially when she was feeling depressed. After a few minutes standing in line, Juniper stood behind the counter, ready to order. “Good afternoon, sir, what can I get for you?” the cashier addressed her. Exhausted from the hours spent dealing with the inefficiencies of local government, Juniper couldn’t muster the energy to tell him off. She was wearing a tight pair of skinny jeans, not to mention the makeup and the fact that her long, red hair was all done up in pigtails. She tried very hard to look feminine, and this is what she got! But as the rage built up inside her, it just as quickly boiled over into regular old sadness. He's probably just working on autopilot, not even thinking about what he’s saying, she thinks to herself. Maybe he’ll correct himself. But Juniper’s optimism was for naught; the correction never came. Instead, she just stood there staring at him for a moment. “Hello? Are you okay, sir?” the cashier asked. Juniper sighed, deciding it wasn’t worth the effort. “I’ll have…” she started, dragging out the end of the word as people often do when placing orders. In a split second, she decided to order an extra meal, thinking maybe it’ll make her feel better. “…two double quarter pounder meals.” The cashier punched a few things into the register before responding. “Okay, two double quarter pounder meals. Will that be all for you this afternoon?” “Yes,” Juniper confirmed while digging her wallet out of the little handbag hanging off her shoulder. “Alright, that’s two meals, so that comes with two drinks,” the cashier said, clearly prompting Juniper for a response. I guess he thinks I’m ordering for two people… Juniper had no experience ordering two meals. She’d never ordered this much food before. But today, she really needed something extra to get her through the day. She decided to just go with it, ordering herself two Cokes. “Okay, that’ll be $21.50,” said the cashier. Juniper pulled out her card and paid for the meal. As she took it out of the chip reader, she noticed out of the corner of her eye that it still had her old name on it. This didn’t upset her as much as being mistaken for a man by the cashier did, nor did it bother her like the sight of her own body did. After all, she just officially changed her name today. But it was just another thing that needed to be done, just another reminder that she has a long way to go before truly feeling like a woman. It did, however, also cause her to look forward to her meal even more. The food came quickly, as one would expect from fast food. Within minutes, a grease-stained paper bag and a cardboard tray holding two enormous cups, filled to the brim with bubbly soda, were placed on the counter. An employee called out Juniper’s number, and she was on her way. The bag was placed in the passenger seat, and since the cups were too big for the cupholders in her tiny car, they were carefully balanced on the seat as well. She wanted to save it all for when she got home, but she just couldn’t resist sneaking a couple fries during the drive. Once she got to her apartment, the bag and the drinks were placed on the kitchen counter temporarily while Juniper changed into something more comfortable. The skinny jeans were replaced with a pair of gym shorts. One of the only parts of her body Juniper was okay with was her long, lithe legs, which she kept clean-shaven every day. She also stripped off her shirt, leaving her in just a bra, which was utterly unnecessary. But it made her feel better, so she wore it anyways. She brought the food and drinks into the living room, then collapsed on the couch, turned on the TV, and promptly tore into the McDonald’s bag. She sat one burger on her flat stomach, and she held the other in her hands. The fries leaned against her side on the left. The drinks sat on the table, as they were too cold on her skin to wedge them between her body and the arm of the couch to her right. Juniper ate ravenously; she was quite hungry, having missed out on both breakfast and lunch. The first burger was consumed at a breakneck pace, leaving juice dripping down Juniper’s chest, and a mustard stain on her face. This did not deter her, though, as she unwrapped the second burger. Interspersed between all this were handfuls of French fries and the occasional glug of soda. Juniper’s pace slowed considerably as she made her way through the second burger. She rarely ever ate this much food. Perhaps, in trying to drown her sorrows, she quite literally bit off more than she could chew. The second package of fries went untouched, and there was still a quarter of the other burger left when her pace slowed to a crawl. Eyes clenched shut from the feeling of fullness, she grabbed the second cup of soda, took the top off, and chugged as much as she could. She managed to guzzle about a third of it before her thirst was quenched and her stomach was at full capacity. She capped it all off with an enormous, rather unladylike burp. “Ex – urp – ‘scuse me,” she said to nobody in particular, the words interrupted by an aftershock. In the aftermath of the feast, she lay on the couch, feeling up her distended belly. It was no longer flat after thousands of calories worth of food were stuffed into it. Now, it had some noticeable roundness, and it was tight as a drum. As she massaged her belly with her eyes still closed tight, she appreciated how it made her feel more curvaceous. Her hands kept moving further downward, inevitably making their way into her shorts. It didn’t make much sense to her, but somehow, her genitals were the only remnant of her manhood that didn’t cause her to feel any negative emotions. Juniper was perfectly happy the way she was down there. Her fingers already lubed up from the grease, she stroked her girldick for a while, the pleasure contrasting nicely with the painful fullness in her stomach. Over time, her rhythmic stroking grew faster and faster. As her right hand fondled, her left hand continued to rub her stuffed belly. Eyes still closed, she pictured herself with the body of her dreams. Wide hips, big, soft boobs, a cute face. But then, another feature was added to her mental image. Her belly became bigger and rounder. Her legs became massively thick. She imagined what she’d look like with a hundred extra pounds or more. The part that surprised her, however, was how much she liked it. With this image in mind, she crossed the point of no return and reached orgasm. Shortly thereafter, she fell asleep, a hand still placed on her overstuffed belly. When she woke up from her nap later that night, Juniper found herself thinking about what she’d imagined. She’d never really considered it before, but putting on weight was a way to add some curves to her body. She knew anything would be better than staying a twig. A few google searches later, and she found out that this strategy isn’t entirely unheard of. After reading about it, she resolved to start putting on weight in hopes of attaining the body she dreamed of. Part 2: Consumption The next few months flew by pretty quickly. There was more paperwork and stress as she and the other people in her life adapted to her new identity. Some friends, family, and acquaintances were lost along the way, but she knew that would happen. Fortunately for Juniper, food was a welcome friend the whole time. Over the course of those tumultuous months, she ate cheeseburgers, pizza, fried chicken, and all other kinds of fattening foods as often as she could. You couldn’t argue with the results. In that span of time, her body went from sub-200 to over 220 pounds. There was a noticeable amount of pudge added to her frame, bringing her closer to the curvy appearance she desired. There was much more growth around her hips and belly than her breasts, which she found somewhat dismaying. But along with getting better at applying makeup and amassing a bigger wardrobe, Juniper felt more womanly than ever. Situations like what happened at McDonald’s all those months ago never seemed to happen to her after she started putting on weight. And that was all the motivation she needed to keep going. Her intake of fast food only increased. It got to a point where she was eating out for almost every meal of every day. It got expensive, sure, but not as expensive as top surgery. Juniper worked a remote job in data entry, which paid well enough to keep the lights on and put plenty of unhealthy food on the table. And at least there was some savings on groceries, as all she really bought from the store at this point were snacks. It was no surprise, then, that the weight just piled on quicker and quicker. After a year of gaining, she was over the 300-pound mark. There was no way around it, Juniper was a fat girl now. Even her boobs had gotten big enough to jiggle at this point, something she did all the time, as it brought her constant joy. But there was still room for growth, and Juniper didn’t plan on stopping any time soon. One day, Juniper found herself at a local sub shop. As she waited in line, she felt something she was still getting used to: her legs getting tired just from standing. When she reached the front of the line, she leaned against the counter to support herself. “I’ll have a large cheesesteak, provolone cheese, with fried onions and extra mayo, please,” she said, breathing noticeably labored. The man behind the counter – whose nametag read “Jay” – was trying not to stare. Juniper stood before him wearing a black skirt and crop top. Her pudgy belly was on full display. She even wore the most stereotypical pink and white striped socks, which became conspicuously stretched the further up her legs they climbed. Jay thought Juniper was just about the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen. He was unabashedly into trans girls, and he was immediately attracted to Juniper. “Uhh, I have to make sure you know that our large subs are 16 inches,” he said, a hint of nervousness in his voice. “’Cause a lot of people order them thinking they’re footlongs.” “Oh, I’m well aware,” she responded, absentmindedly patting her exposed belly. This was far from the first time she’d been to this sub shop. She came here multiple times a week, in fact. What she especially loved about it is that they stuff the sandwich to the absolute brim, so crammed full of meat that by the time you’re done eating, enough will have fallen out of your sub to make an entire other sandwich. Portion sizes that the average person had little hope of finishing. Of course, Juniper was not the average person. “Okay, can I get anything else for you… ma’am?” Jay asked, pausing before putting an interesting inflection on the last word. It’s safe to say that Jay had little experience flirting, and given Juniper’s preoccupation with food, it was likely falling on deaf ears. Juniper grabbed a bag of chips off a nearby rack, then looked over at the refrigerated display case. “Yeah, I’ll take a bag of chips and a two-liter of soda,” said Juniper as she placed the chips on the counter. Jay rang her up as she grabbed a two-liter of Mountain Dew out of the case and placed it on the counter next to the chips. After paying, she took a second to appreciate her card that had her real name on it. It had been months, but it was the little things like that still made her happy. Printing out her receipt, Jay said, “Alright, just give me a name and we’ll call for you when it’s ready.” “It’s Juniper,” she replied. “Juniper. That’s a nice name…” Jay said, momentarily staring off in the distance. After an awkward pause, he collected himself and continued, “Okay, it should be ready in a few minutes.” He tore the receipt out of the printer and handed it to her, giving her a kind of sheepish grin at the same time. Juniper was only just now noticing that he was acting kind of strange, but she didn’t think anything of it. She took her chips and drink and sat on a bench, eagerly awaiting her food. A different employee called her name, and she left the restaurant without speaking another word to Jay. When she got home, she followed her now standard practice of stripping down and enjoying the food along with her naked body. The bag had a copy of the receipt stapled to it, and she set it down on the counter like usual. As she started removing clothes, she noticed some handwriting on the bottom of the receipt. Scrawled with poor penmanship was a phone number, with “- Jay” scribbled below it. Jay? she wondered, not even remembering the cashier’s name. But all of a sudden, it clicked. No wonder he was acting so weird… Juniper continued with her meal, pondering whether she would actually give him a call. She went to so many restaurants and interacted with so many cashiers, they all started to blend together. She couldn’t even definitively recall what Jay looked like. And not that she had any experience with it, but she assumed that dating as a trans woman was kind of a gamble. If the other person doesn’t know, how will they react when they find out? Even though these thoughts clouded her mind, she tried not to let it affect her enjoyment of the meal. Laying on the couch like always, she held half the sub in her hands. As she had hoped, it was packed so full of meat that its structure was already compromised. The ridiculous amounts of mayonnaise definitely weren’t helping, either. As Juniper took a bite, pieces of meat fell and mayo squirted out, landing on her body. Juniper didn’t let this faze her. She pressed onwards, chomping off bite after bite. When she finished the first half of the sub, she tried to tear into the bag of chips, but her fingers were so greasy and coated with mayo, she couldn’t get a good grip. Her couch was leather, and she wasn’t wearing clothes, so there wasn’t much to wipe her fingers off with. In the end, though, she was able to use her now wide, flabby legs to dry her hands off enough to get the bag open and get her fingers greasy all over again. Her appetite had increased along with her weight, and she was able to polish off the second half of the sandwich without issue. As promised, enough meat had fallen out and onto her body to make another sandwich. Juniper used the chips to scoop up chunks of shaved steak and globs of mayo until all the food was gone and she was stuffed to the gills. Her chest and stomach were both stained with grease, providing lubrication as she massaged her belly and jiggled her tits. Normally, she would transition into pleasuring herself after a few minutes of massage, but she couldn’t stop thinking about the note from Jay. After much deliberation, she decided she would give him a call. After a nap, that is. A few hours later, she nervously dialed the number scribbled on the receipt. Jay picked up the phone instantly. “Juniper?!” he asked excitedly. “Yeah, this is her…” she said, somewhat taken aback by his enthusiasm. “It’s Jay, right?” “Yeah! I was so nervous. I didn’t think you’d call!” The conversation got off to a bit of a rocky start. But it was, after all, a conversation between two somewhat awkward people. Juniper didn’t really know what it was like for someone else to find her attractive. It never happened before she started transitioning, it never happened when she was skinny, and it continued to not happen now that she was fat. Until now. So, she decided to give Jay a chance. After chatting for a while, they scheduled a date at a fancy restaurant downtown. That’s an awfully expensive restaurant for someone with a cashier’s salary, Juniper thought to herself. I wonder if he knows how much I’m gonna eat… Part 3: The Date Later that week, the day of their date finally came. Jay promptly picked Juniper up at her apartment. They made their way to the high-end steakhouse downtown, skipping the long line thanks to their reservation. The waiter led them to a table for two, where Jay pulled out Juniper’s chair for her. He took a moment to admire her fat ass through her dress as she took a seat. As they perused the menu, Juniper realized there was something she forgot to tell Jay. “Jay, before we spend all night on this date, there’s something I have to tell you…” she started. “I know you’re trans, Juniper, I could tell from the moment I first saw you,” Jay revealed. “Oh.” Juniper was surprised and relieved all at once. “And you don’t care?” “Of course not! You’re a beautiful woman, and that’s all that matters to me.” Juniper was flattered. She wasn’t sure about Jay at first, but hearing this from him made her feel a lot more comfortable around him. Eventually, the waiter came back around to take their drink orders. Jay was quick to order a bottle of wine for the table. Not one of the expensive ones, but not a cheap one either. Once the wine arrived, it then came time to order their food. “I would like the lobster and crab au gratin,” said Jay. “Excellent choice, sir,” said the waiter, who then turned to Juniper. “And for you, madam?” “I’ll have the 22oz porterhouse, medium rare,” Juniper said, having sought out the largest item on the menu. The waiter left to put their orders in, while Juniper and Jay continued to talk and drink wine. Jay couldn’t help but comment on what Juniper had ordered. “22 ounces, huh? That’s, uh… pretty big, isn’t it?” he asked. “Oh yeah,” Juniper said, taking a sip of wine. “But I know I can eat it all. I’m starving!” She gave her belly a little jiggle for emphasis. After a while, the food arrived. The portion placed before Jay was big, but it didn’t compare to what sat on Juniper’s plate. A massive steak, an inch thick or more, with crosshatch marks on the surface, and cooked to a perfect medium rare, sat on the plate in front of Juniper. She wasted no time, digging in immediately. She tried her best to strike a balance between satisfying her raving hunger and maintaining good manners. To Juniper’s credit, she was able to keep her appetite mostly under control. The pieces she cut off weren’t too enormous, and while her pace was fast, she wasn’t gobbling food down quite at the rate she normally did. Jay, meanwhile, kept a very moderate pace. By the time Juniper had eaten her entire 22oz steak, Jay hadn’t even reached the halfway point of his meal. Juniper stifled a burp, not wanting to be rude. She also had to resist the urge to rub her belly. Juniper ate takeout every day, but it was rare for her to sit down and actually eat in a restaurant. She really wasn’t used to having eat with table manners. In fact, this was probably the first time she’d eaten fully clothed in months! Eventually, she found herself just sitting there, staring at Jay as he ate. Her stomach growled, clearly not fully satiated despite the pound and a half or so of meat she crammed into it. She couldn’t help it, she had to ask. “You gonna finish that?” Jay didn’t really know what to say, but he ultimately relented, giving Juniper a little hand motion indicating that she’s free to take some. Reaching her spoon across the table, she took a big scoop, twice the size of what Jay was eating. Before long, Jay found himself simply sitting back and staring at Juniper as she somehow managed to stuff even more food inside her. Once she realized that Jay was done, Juniper grabbed the pan and took it over to her side of the table, finishing off the rest of the meal quite quickly. After the food was gone, they returned to talking, and it was clear that the wine had taken its toll, especially on Jay. “Hey… Junie. Can I call you Junie?” he asked, words slurred somewhat. Juniper hadn’t had nearly as much to drink as Jay, or maybe the excessive amount of food just offset some of the alcohol. Either way, she was still giggling like a schoolgirl. “Junie… I like the sound of that,” she said after shaking some sense into herself. The waiter came with the check, and Jay, feeling it was his duty, declined Juniper the chance to pay. It was expensive, as one would expect for such a high-end restaurant. But Jay had been saving up to make sure he could afford it. He knew it was worth it, a small price to pay in his pursuit of Junie. As they made their way out to Jay’s car, it was clear that he was in no condition to drive. Juniper, however, was still able. Jay sat down in the passenger seat, while Juniper struggled to get into the driver’s side. She was noticeably taller than Jay, which meant that her long legs didn’t have the space without moving the seat back. Even with legroom, though, her wide ass felt crammed against the door and the center console. She was eventually able to get situated and drive them back to her apartment. When they arrived, Juniper helped Jay up the stairs and into the apartment, having him lay down on the couch. He obviously wasn’t going to drive himself home tonight. Even if she were to get an Uber or something, he’d still have to wait here for a while, so she tried to make him comfortable. While he lay on the couch, Juniper pulled up a chair next to him. She started to caress her belly a bit, but the nice dress she was wearing kept her from digging in as much as she wanted to. She excused herself and changed into a pair of short shorts and a sports bra, typical lounging around the house clothes for her. The irony of someone as unathletic as her wearing a sports bra was not lost on Juniper. “Woah!” Jay’s eyes went from being glazed over to being wide open when he caught sight of her. “You like what you see?” she asked, trying her best to be playful. Jay sat up and reached out towards the round, overstuffed belly poking out between the shorts and the top. “Can I touch it?” he asked. Juniper wasn’t sure at first. But, perhaps aided by her slight buzz, she relented. Jay took a big handful and jiggled it about. “It’s so soft!” he exclaimed. “And yet,” – he poked it – “so full.” Before long, he dug in with both hands, jiggling and massaging every inch of her flabby rolls. Meanwhile, Juniper sat back and just enjoyed it. Jay eventually started making his way upwards, feeling around the tight sports bra. He gave Juniper a look, as if asking permission. Instead of responding, she made things easier for him and just pulled the top straight off. Her (relatively) small tits lifted up with the shirt, and then flopped down once no longer under its control. Jay was delighted as he felt up Juniper’s womanhood. He held one breast in each hand and gave them both a little kiss. He jiggled the flab that was forming on the sides of Juniper’s torso. He rubbed down every square inch of her body that he could get his hands on before setting his sights on the grand finale. He looked down at Juniper’s short shorts. The tent she had pitched was clear as day. “Can… Can I see your dick?” He asked. He couldn’t think of any other way to phrase it. Juniper closed her eyes and gave him a nod, and he started pulling the shorts down. Her member was rock-hard, and the mere sight of it caused precum to start leaking out of Jay’s already rock-hard dick. He grasped her cock and gave it a couple strokes, causing her let out a cute little moan. Before continuing, Jay found the wherewithal in his drunken state to ask an important question. “Wait… are you sure you wanna do this just after our first date, Junie?” Juniper really appreciated the genuine concern Jay was demonstrating. And it was clearly a poignant question, as she sat there and thought about it for a few moments. Am I really the kind of woman who’ll fuck a guy after the first date? she asked herself. What am I, some kind of whore? After some deliberation, she came to a conclusion: Fuck it, I am tonight. Instead of giving a verbal answer, she immediately went for Jay’s pants. In record time, she undid his belt and stripped the nice dress pants off him. I guess that answers that, Jay thought to himself, pleased with the outcome. She placed her tongue on the head of his cock, tasting the precum. She lapped it up quickly, and then put his entire dick in her mouth. Hers was only about four inches, and his wasn’t much bigger. She had no trouble taking all of him. She’d never given a blowjob before, but Jay would later tell her she seemed like a natural. She just imagined what she’d want someone to do when sucking her off, and it seemed to work. She started off gently, moving her lips up and down his shaft slowly, making sure to incorporate plenty of saliva to keep things lubricated. She then started cupping his balls in her hands, playing with them as she went. Jay’s increased breathing let her know that she was doing something right. From there, the pace increased considerably. Jay started to moan as Junie massaged the head of his cock with her tongue. Once she reached full speed, it didn’t take long before he blew his load. Juniper kept her mouth wrapped around his cock as it shot warm cum down her throat, and she swallowed every drop like the glutton she was. Juniper was in complete control. She knew it was her turn to cum now, so she turned him over and prepared to fuck his ass. However, she wisely came to the realization that she had no lube, no condoms, and Jay had done no preparation beforehand. In a stunning display of clarity in a moment of intense horniness, she called that plan off. Instead, it was Jay’s turn to service her cock just as she had done to his. Jay wasn’t nearly as good at sucking dick as Juniper was. He didn’t have a good cadence, his tongue work was substandard, and he completely neglected her balls. Eventually, Juniper took a more domineering position, shoving his head down. Her four-inch girlcock caused him to choke momentarily. During that time, Juniper seized the opportunity and starting gyrating her hips, fucking his face. He looked up, mesmerized by the jiggling waves of her thick thighs, wide waist, fat belly, and, of course, her tits. Once she started really getting into it, Juniper was able to reach orgasm pretty quickly. She felt herself going over the edge, so she pulled out of his mouth and finished herself off with her hands, shooting jets of cum onto Jay’s nice dress shirt and tie. Who’s the whore now?! was the only thought on her mind amidst the intense ecstasy of her orgasm. When it was all said and done, they both laid back and collapsed. Jay on the couch, and Juniper on the chair. It’s not exactly how either of them expected the night to go, but they were both happy with it. The pair woke up the next morning and Jay prepared to leave, having sobered up. He walked out the door in his now cum-stained shirt and tie. Part 4: Euphoria That first date set the tone for how their relationship would proceed. Juniper visited Jay every day at the sub shop, getting a free sandwich every time. Sometimes, when they were feeling extra horny, they’d pleasure each other in Jay’s car out behind the restaurant. Or, on special occasions, they’d do it in the bathroom. After a long day at work, Jay would come back to Junie’s place, and they’d ravage each other all over again, all night long. It didn’t take long for them to acquire condoms, lube, and everything else they needed to make sure they could fuck each other to their hearts’ content. Along the way, Juniper just kept putting on weight. Her sedentary job and insane calorie intake continued to add more and more fat to her body. Jay wasn’t totally sure how he felt about the rate of her expansion at first, but both he and Juniper came to enjoy every single pound. Her belly got rounder, her ass got wider, and her boobs got bigger. All of it turned into more surface area for jiggling. When Juniper looked back on what her life was like a couple years prior, there was no comparison to how much happier she was now. She thought about herself as that tall, lanky, all-too-masculine person walking down the steps of city hall, and then she looked at the soft, flabby, wonderfully feminine body she had now. She felt like she might just be the happiest woman on earth.