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‘I have a car’, Jake had said, and that was all Amber needed to hear. If he was serious about this, then so was she.

They speed-walked to where he had parked back near the party. The music and shouts of their friends still coming from up the hill felt entirely surreal.

They got into Jake’s Mercury Cougar quickly before they could be spotted, and he turned the key. The car roared to life with a throaty rumble and Jake swung them onto the road, speeding through the rich suburban streets.

“Do you need to go home first?” Jake asked. “To grab anything? Clothes?”

Amber shook her head vigorously. “No. I can’t risk it. I can figure that out later. Besides...” She paused and blushed “I might need to buy new clothes soon, anyway.”

Jake bit his lip. It was hard to feel truly afraid when he was also so excited. “Okay.” He said, and pressed a little more firmly down on the accelerator. “Then we’ll just leave. No stopping.”

The Mercury tore down the empty street, coming closer to the city and the start of the highway. Amber leaned back in her seat, head swimming, as tall palm trees swiped by the window, throwing their reflections across the glass.

‘I’m leaving so that I can come back,’ she repeated to herself, again and again, to stop any more tears from blurring her vision. ‘I’m leaving so that I can come back.’

“I can’t believe it.” Amber mumbled, almost to herself, running her hand over her firm, tight stomach. “I can’t believe this is happening. I can’t believe we’re doing this. It’s like I’m dreaming.”

“I know how you feel.” Jake agreed. “So, where are we starting? How much do you weigh now?”

“About 130lbs.”

“About?” Jake asked. Amber smiled, caught.

“Exactly 130lbs.”

“And you’re, what - 5’5?”

“5’7.” Amber said. The numbers talk was getting her excited and they hadn’t even touched on gaining yet.

Clearly, Jake felt the same way, because the second he flipped the indicator to turn onto the highway, he drummed both hands on the wheel and said. “Okay. Let’s talk goals.”

“Oh... Jake,” Amber shifted, suddenly shy. Counting pounds in her own head was one thing, but this was different. “I don’t know, I haven’t really -”

“You can’t tell me you haven’t thought about it.” Jake said, hands gripping the wheel more tightly in excitement. “That’s not what it sounded like back at the party.”

“Oh, I’ve thought about it. I’ve definitely…” She trailed off, and looked over at him from the passenger seat. Her eyes carefully assessed him. Jake could tell it was going to take some time to get her completely comfortable with the idea of sharing this private fantasy with another person.

“Do you have goals?” He asked.

“I’ve never thought of them as goals before.”

“But you do have them?”

She paused. “Yes.”

There was silence in the car. It wasn’t exactly uncomfortable, but it did feel full, like a storm cloud laden with heavy rain about to break. She was still nervous to reveal any more than she already had, but Jake needed to know. He needed to know if he was going to help her get there, but he also just… really needed to know.

He didn’t have to prompt her. After looking him over once again, perhaps to try to gage his sincerity, she took another shaky breath before saying; “Well, like I said back at the party, I want to gain at least t-two hundred pounds. I’m thinking I wanna end up somewhere around… around… three… fifty..?”

She said it like a question, like she was waiting for him to tell her that was okay, that it wasn’t too much, that she wasn’t a freak.

“Amber,” Jake began, and she stiffened like he was about to start in on her. He kept his eyes on the road. “I’ve been scared that what I like means there’s something wrong with me since before I knew what any of these feelings even were. Some of the thoughts I’ve had would make you blush, and probably more. There’s nothing you could say that would be too much for me. You wanna triple your weight? Good. That’s what we’re here for. You don’t have to worry about scaring me off.”

She visibly relaxed, and Jake looked over at her, quirking a lip. “I think you’d look fucking unbelievable at 350lbs.”

Amber let out a small laugh, smiling back at him.

And for the first time, they sat in comfort. Los Angeles grew smaller and smaller in the rearview mirror, as the stars of the night sky became more visible and the landscape around them began to look more and more like desert.

“So.” Jake finally broke the silence. “Three hundred fifty. It’s gonna take a lot of eating for a girl like you to get that big.”

“Yeah.” Amber smiled, blushing slightly.

“Any other goals?

“I want it to happen fast.” Amber said. “Sudden. Really… you know, like… shocking.”

“Yeah.” Jake agreed, making sure he sounded encouraging, although it wasn’t hard with what she was saying.

“I wanna grow out of my clothes so fast that I can’t replace them quickly enough.” Amber admitted, growing bolder. She flicked a glance over at him, buzzing with excitement. “So that I have to, you know… be seen in them.”

“You wanna show off.” Jake said, thinking of her strutting around in a newly plump body, soft belly spilling out of her white halter & hanging over the top of her shorts. He imaged people staring, himself grabbing a handful. He swallowed hard.

“God yeah.” Amber said, letting out a nervous little laugh.

“In public?”

Amber nodded. “If I can get up the nerve.”

Jake smiled. She was ambitious. He liked that.

After a moment, Amber huffed out a sound of joyous amazement. “Oh my God.” She said again, shaking her head in disbelief. She settled back into the seat and stared out at the dark road & night sky. “I’m actually gonna get fat, aren’t I? We’re really doing this.”

“We’re really doing this.” Jake said. He looked over and noticed she was looking down at her body, inspecting the flat planes and tight, subtle curves. “Cool?”

“Yeah.” Amber quickly looked up, excitement twinkling behind her eyes. She smiled wide. “Cool.”

Up ahead, a small block of shops sat nestled on the side of the California highway, and Jake changed lanes faster than he ever had in his life. It was the first grocery store they had come across since getting out of the city, and it was open. For three in the morning, it must be an all-night one. Seeing where he was stopping, Amber began to smile.

“Time to start plumping you up.” Jake said, pulling into a parking spot and taking the keys from the ignition. Amber squealed in delight, hopping happily out of the car after him.

Walking across the totally empty parking lot felt dream-like. They were well past the city limits, and the edge of the Los Angeles urban sprawl was quiet around them, silent in a way downtown never was. The only sound was the hum of the flood lights illuminating the concrete. Amber could already see through the glass front of the store that the only people inside were two or three night staff.

She breathed in the heady night air deeply, butterflies fluttering in her stomach.

The automatic doors slid open as they approached. The checkout girl barely even looked up. A tired instrumental played quietly over the speaker system, nondescript like elevator music. They grabbed a cart and headed straight through the produce section - there was nothing they’d need from there today.

“How much do you think you can eat?” Jake asked as they steered the cart down the first aisle of processed foods.

“It’s not about amount, it’s about density.” Amber said, picking up a large jar of peanut butter and turning it over to read the back. “Calorie content per hundred grams, versus how filling the food is.”

She scanned down the label, then tapped the number she was looking for excitedly. “570 calories per 100g. That’s just a few tablespoons. This’ll work.”

She tossed it in their shopping cart, then followed up with three more of the huge jars.

“3000 excess calories equals a pound of fat.” Amber said, adding up the jars. “There’s almost 6,000 calories in each jar, so my first eight pounds are sitting right here.”

Jake stared at her in amazement, and Amber smiled - this time, confidently.

“It’s all just maths.” She winked at him. “You’ll be good at it. You said you wanted to build things using science and mathematics. So, go on. Build me a new silhouette.”

“You’ve really thought about this, haven’t you?” Jake said, mouth dry.

“Yeah.” She said, turning back to the cart and pushing it forward. “I’ve only ever thought.”

“What else do we need to get?” Jake asked.

“Cheese.” Amanda steered the cart towards the dairy section. They loaded up the cart. “And butter. We need to melt it over everything that I eat. Easily add 1000 calories to every meal.”

Jake picked up a quart of heavy cream.”How about this?”

Amanda looked surprised for a second, then grinned slyly. “So you do know a thing or two!”

They added a few bottles of soda and some family size frozen pizzas to the cart, and Amber grabbed five large blocks of chocolate on their way to the checkout.

“What girl doesn’t love chocolate?” She asked, winking and swinging her hips as they took their overloaded cart to the register.

“Having a party?” The checkout girl asked as she scanned their items through.

“Yeah.” Amber said, grinning.

It was nearly four in the morning by the time they left the grocery store with bulging bags, and a frantic desire to get some accommodation so they could begin. There were a lot of motels on the edge of town, but they drove past five of them before they found one they could check in to so late.

Jake put down a credit card and they took their room key gratefully. The motel was classically dingy, but clean, and roomy enough for the two of them, at least for one night.

They put the bags down in the small kitchenette, and Amber hovered nearby, strangely self-conscious now that the moment had come.

“How do we… um, start?” She asked, chewing nervously on a nail.

“Well, I guess…” Jake turned around, holding one of the jars of peanut butter “you eat.”

He found a spoon for her in the drawer and held them both out for her.

Amber was suddenly hyper aware of the fact that this was the moment. When she’d lain awake at night, running her hands over her tight, slim stomach, fantasizing about all the different ways she could grow it fat and wondering if any of them would come to pass, it was this moment that she was thinking of, even if she didn’t know it. She was just as sure that when she looked back and wondered at the precise moment her transformation had started, she would think of now.

The neon VACANCY sign reflected red neon light through their first floor window, bathing the cool night in vivid red outlines. It suited the moment, suited the taboo journey they were about to embark on.

She reached out, and her hands closed around the jar.

“I can start on my own.” She said. “But you can… watch. I’d like it if you did that.”

“Sure.” Jake said, mouth dry.

Amber unscrewed the lid, and without allowing herself hesitation, plunged the spoon into the thick, fattening spread and immediately devoured it.

She tongued the sticky peanut butter off the roof of her mouth for a moment, pausing in thought. The ascent had been intense, but that was it. She’d begun.

“Full already?” Jake teased.

Amber looked him dead in the eyes, twinkling like the Hollywood Hills, and flashed her teeth in a grin. “No way.”

After a few scoops, she settled back into the armchair, shoving spoon after spoon of peanut butter into her mouth until she was more than half finished with the jar. She felt an approaching tightness in her stomach, nothing excessive, but something akin to having just finished a big Thanksgiving dinner.

Jake watched her closely, perched on the kitchenette bench across the room. He tried to note any perceptible swelling of the stomach or other signs that she was eating more than she should. There was nothing yet. It was still early.

Amber leaned back and sucked in a few deep breaths, shifting uncomfortably in her tight little shorts.

“Oh God, I’ve never, never eaten like this.” She wailed, desperately running her hands over her slightly rounded stomach. She placed the jar and spoon on the floor next to the armchair. Jake wondered if she was going to give herself a short break, but she nodded to the bags and asked “Can you give me something else?”

Breathing faster, Jake reached in the nearest bag and tossed her a block of chocolate.

“Yes!” Amber squealed happily, catching it and tearing it open. She devoured huge chunks, moaning around her mouthfuls. She was getting through it at an alarming rate, so Jake grabbed another to have ready for when she finished. It didn’t take long, and he tossed it to her. She bit into it, alternating between the chocolate and the half-finished jar of peanut butter.

Neither of them were sure how much time had passed. It couldn’t have been long, dawn was not yet touching the sky, and Jake had come to telling time by the size of Amber’s belly. After two family-size blocks of chocolate and nearly a whole 1lb jar of peanut butter, her small, lean middle had swollen into a very taut, round belly.

“Oh God…” Amber keened, leaning her head back. “I’m so full. I don’t think I can eat anything else.”

Jake, who had mostly sat passive during the whole stuffing session, suddenly felt that if he had a responsibility at any part of this process, it was now. He didn’t know how she liked to be spoken to yet, or what her preferences were in general, so the first attempt was awkward, a clumsily-uttered “Keep e-eating” which sounded just about as authoritative to him as a kitten’s mew.

“I can’t.” Amber panted. She lethargically brought another piece of chocolate to her mouth, but couldn’t bring herself to swallow it.

Jake wet his lips and tried again. Pitching his voice slightly deeper than he normally spoke, he growled “You’ll stop eating when I tell you to stop, pig.”

The words split the air in the motel room like a bolt of lightning. Amber gasped. Something sizzled and sparked inside her head, like a filament exploding. Doubts melted into desire. Fear of how she would look changed into the dark thrill of knowing she was ruining her perfect figure. Tingling excitement rushed through her, and the discomfort in her belly changed into raw, desperate need.

Amber shoved the melting piece of chocolate into her mouth, and immediately followed with the rest of the pack, moaning, whimpering, and feeling her body all over.

“The pizza.” Amber demanded, around a mouthful of sweetness. “Put extra cheese on it and heat it up.”

Jake hopped off the counter and tore open one of the bags of shredded cheese. Not wanting her to lose momentum, he took the bottle of heavy cream across the room to her, and held it out.

God, she was really going to drink that.

Wordlessly, Amber took it. She didn’t break eye contact with him as she opened it and began chugging, one hand going to her round belly. Jake looked down. Her stomach was bulging outwards, looking heavy, almost appearing to rest in her lap. It was an alarming contrast to her narrow waist and slim thighs.

The pizza didn’t take long to heat. When Jake brought it over to her, dripping with all the cheese he could heap onto it, she moaned and cupped her belly like a pregnant woman. Jake helped her eat three slices leaning back, but when she tried to heave into a more upright position, her pushed-out stomach got in the way, bumping against the tops of her thighs. She looked down and Jake saw her eyes widen, watched her take in her form, larger than she’d ever seen it in her life. She gasped, touching her belly with her hand and throwing her head back in a desperate moan at the feeling of the rounded flesh under her palm. She’d never felt her belly round before. God, she felt electric.

It was painful in an exciting way. The pressure inside her belly was intense, waves of dizziness and arousal washing over her as she dipped in and out of focus. Her slinky white halter top was stretched tight across her engorged stomach, and clung to her new roundness. The size of her belly felt overwhelming.

“I feel like a hog…” She panted, as her hand brought the next dripping slice of pizza to her mouth. Her slim body looked two or three months pregnant, firm stomach pushing forward from her small waist.

She was eating without reasoning now, without consideration for fullness or pain. She finished the pie, astounding them both, and lay a small hand across the heaving arc of her upper belly. Every bit of her was throbbing. She felt heavy, bloated, and incredibly feminine.

“I want you to say something.” Amber gasped as her hands raced, feeling, cupping, grabbing. “I need to hear what you think of me like this.”

Jake considered his words for a second, then let a smirk settle onto his features.

“Sorry.” He said, simply.

Amber frowned lightly, distracted by her swollen belly. “What?”

“Sorry,” Jake repeated, and started moving slowly towards her “that I didn’t give you a chance to say goodbye to your body.”

Amber was frozen, eyes dark and skin humming. He had her attention.

“Because it’s going to take a while for all the food you cram into your mouth to turn to thick, heavy fat, but you are never going to be small again.” Jake said, the words tumbling easily from his lips, delighted at having the chance to taunt. “We are going to keep you so stuffed full, the bloating will never have a chance to go down. This belly of yours is permanently big. I hope you’re happy, because this is your body now, and it’s only going to get worse.”

Amber choked back a cry of desire, the words doing exactly what they were meant to.

“You are never going to be slim again.”

He reached the armchair where she was seated and, kneeling down, took her big stomach in both hands.

Amber threw her head back and screamed.

The entirely new feeling of his strong hands on her hot, bulging belly was too much and she bucked, shouting wordlessly with her eyes closed, stomach billowing out in front of her.

When she came to, gasping and panting, one hand still holding the crest of her belly, Jake was standing across the room.

“You need to see this.” He said. “It wouldn’t be a proper first stuffing without being able to assess the damage.”

He swung out the closet door, revealing a large mirror on the inside of it and suddenly Amber was face to face with her own engorged form.

“Oh my God.” She whispered, lightheaded from the sight of herself.

She looked so round, her stomach so big it almost appeared to nestle between her wide spread legs. The new largeness of her middle forced her white halter top up, and her swollen lower belly bulged out. Amber had never seen herself like this. It was intoxicating. She leaned back and pressed her small hands to either side of her big belly, rubbing circles, shocked at her new proportions.

The pleasure was so blinding that she felt for a moment with certainty she could lose herself forever. Just eating and fattening and feeling herself transform.

The echo of her mantra from a mere few hours earlier repeated through the back of her mind; I’m leaving so that I can come back.

She didn’t know if she wanted to.

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‘I have a car’, Jake had said, and that was all Amber needed to hear. If he was serious about this, then so was she.

They speed-walked to where he had parked back near the party. The music and shouts of their friends still coming from up the hill felt entirely surreal.

They got into Jake’s Mercury Cougar quickly before they could be spotted, and he turned the key. The car roared to life with a throaty rumble and Jake swung them onto the road, speeding through the rich suburban streets.

“Do you need to go home first?” Jake asked. “To grab anything? Clothes?”

Amber shook her head vigorously. “No. I can’t risk it. I can figure that out later. Besides...” She paused and blushed “I might need to buy new clothes soon, anyway.”

Jake bit his lip. It was hard to feel truly afraid when he was also so excited. “Okay.” He said, and pressed a little more firmly down on the accelerator. “Then we’ll just leave. No stopping.”

The Mercury tore down the empty street, coming closer to the city and the start of the highway. Amber leaned back in her seat, head swimming, as tall palm trees swiped by the window, throwing their reflections across the glass.

‘I’m leaving so that I can come back,’ she repeated to herself, again and again, to stop any more tears from blurring her vision. ‘I’m leaving so that I can come back.’

“I can’t believe it.” Amber mumbled, almost to herself, running her hand over her firm, tight stomach. “I can’t believe this is happening. I can’t believe we’re doing this. It’s like I’m dreaming.”

“I know how you feel.” Jake agreed. “So, where are we starting? How much do you weigh now?”

“About 130lbs.”

“About?” Jake asked. Amber smiled, caught.

“Exactly 130lbs.”

“And you’re, what - 5’5?”

“5’7.” Amber said. The numbers talk was getting her excited and they hadn’t even touched on gaining yet.

Clearly, Jake felt the same way, because the second he flipped the indicator to turn onto the highway, he drummed both hands on the wheel and said. “Okay. Let’s talk goals.”

“Oh... Jake,” Amber shifted, suddenly shy. Counting pounds in her own head was one thing, but this was different. “I don’t know, I haven’t really -”

“You can’t tell me you haven’t thought about it.” Jake said, hands gripping the wheel more tightly in excitement. “That’s not what it sounded like back at the party.”

“Oh, I’ve thought about it. I’ve definitely…” She trailed off, and looked over at him from the passenger seat. Her eyes carefully assessed him. Jake could tell it was going to take some time to get her completely comfortable with the idea of sharing this private fantasy with another person.

“Do you have goals?” He asked.

“I’ve never thought of them as goals before.”

“But you do have them?”

She paused. “Yes.”

There was silence in the car. It wasn’t exactly uncomfortable, but it did feel full, like a storm cloud laden with heavy rain about to break. She was still nervous to reveal any more than she already had, but Jake needed to know. He needed to know if he was going to help her get there, but he also just… really needed to know.

He didn’t have to prompt her. After looking him over once again, perhaps to try to gage his sincerity, she took another shaky breath before saying; “Well, like I said back at the party, I want to gain at least t-two hundred pounds. I’m thinking I wanna end up somewhere around… around… three… fifty..?”

She said it like a question, like she was waiting for him to tell her that was okay, that it wasn’t too much, that she wasn’t a freak.

“Amber,” Jake began, and she stiffened like he was about to start in on her. He kept his eyes on the road. “I’ve been scared that what I like means there’s something wrong with me since before I knew what any of these feelings even were. Some of the thoughts I’ve had would make you blush, and probably more. There’s nothing you could say that would be too much for me. You wanna triple your weight? Good. That’s what we’re here for. You don’t have to worry about scaring me off.”

She visibly relaxed, and Jake looked over at her, quirking a lip. “I think you’d look fucking unbelievable at 350lbs.”

Amber let out a small laugh, smiling back at him.

And for the first time, they sat in comfort. Los Angeles grew smaller and smaller in the rearview mirror, as the stars of the night sky became more visible and the landscape around them began to look more and more like desert.

“So.” Jake finally broke the silence. “Three hundred fifty. It’s gonna take a lot of eating for a girl like you to get that big.”

“Yeah.” Amber smiled, blushing slightly.

“Any other goals?

“I want it to happen fast.” Amber said. “Sudden. Really… you know, like… shocking.”

“Yeah.” Jake agreed, making sure he sounded encouraging, although it wasn’t hard with what she was saying.

“I wanna grow out of my clothes so fast that I can’t replace them quickly enough.” Amber admitted, growing bolder. She flicked a glance over at him, buzzing with excitement. “So that I have to, you know… be seen in them.”

“You wanna show off.” Jake said, thinking of her strutting around in a newly plump body, soft belly spilling out of her white halter & hanging over the top of her shorts. He imaged people staring, himself grabbing a handful. He swallowed hard.

“God yeah.” Amber said, letting out a nervous little laugh.

“In public?”

Amber nodded. “If I can get up the nerve.”

Jake smiled. She was ambitious. He liked that.

After a moment, Amber huffed out a sound of joyous amazement. “Oh my God.” She said again, shaking her head in disbelief. She settled back into the seat and stared out at the dark road & night sky. “I’m actually gonna get fat, aren’t I? We’re really doing this.”

“We’re really doing this.” Jake said. He looked over and noticed she was looking down at her body, inspecting the flat planes and tight, subtle curves. “Cool?”

“Yeah.” Amber quickly looked up, excitement twinkling behind her eyes. She smiled wide. “Cool.”

Up ahead, a small block of shops sat nestled on the side of the California highway, and Jake changed lanes faster than he ever had in his life. It was the first grocery store they had come across since getting out of the city, and it was open. For three in the morning, it must be an all-night one. Seeing where he was stopping, Amber began to smile.

“Time to start plumping you up.” Jake said, pulling into a parking spot and taking the keys from the ignition. Amber squealed in delight, hopping happily out of the car after him.

Walking across the totally empty parking lot felt dream-like. They were well past the city limits, and the edge of the Los Angeles urban sprawl was quiet around them, silent in a way downtown never was. The only sound was the hum of the flood lights illuminating the concrete. Amber could already see through the glass front of the store that the only people inside were two or three night staff.

She breathed in the heady night air deeply, butterflies fluttering in her stomach.

The automatic doors slid open as they approached. The checkout girl barely even looked up. A tired instrumental played quietly over the speaker system, nondescript like elevator music. They grabbed a cart and headed straight through the produce section - there was nothing they’d need from there today.

“How much do you think you can eat?” Jake asked as they steered the cart down the first aisle of processed foods.

“It’s not about amount, it’s about density.” Amber said, picking up a large jar of peanut butter and turning it over to read the back. “Calorie content per hundred grams, versus how filling the food is.”

She scanned down the label, then tapped the number she was looking for excitedly. “570 calories per 100g. That’s just a few tablespoons. This’ll work.”

She tossed it in their shopping cart, then followed up with three more of the huge jars.

“3000 excess calories equals a pound of fat.” Amber said, adding up the jars. “There’s almost 6,000 calories in each jar, so my first eight pounds are sitting right here.”

Jake stared at her in amazement, and Amber smiled - this time, confidently.

“It’s all just maths.” She winked at him. “You’ll be good at it. You said you wanted to build things using science and mathematics. So, go on. Build me a new silhouette.”

“You’ve really thought about this, haven’t you?” Jake said, mouth dry.

“Yeah.” She said, turning back to the cart and pushing it forward. “I’ve only ever thought.”

“What else do we need to get?” Jake asked.

“Cheese.” Amanda steered the cart towards the dairy section. They loaded up the cart. “And butter. We need to melt it over everything that I eat. Easily add 1000 calories to every meal.”

Jake picked up a quart of heavy cream.”How about this?”

Amanda looked surprised for a second, then grinned slyly. “So you do know a thing or two!”

They added a few bottles of soda and some family size frozen pizzas to the cart, and Amber grabbed five large blocks of chocolate on their way to the checkout.

“What girl doesn’t love chocolate?” She asked, winking and swinging her hips as they took their overloaded cart to the register.

“Having a party?” The checkout girl asked as she scanned their items through.

“Yeah.” Amber said, grinning.

It was nearly four in the morning by the time they left the grocery store with bulging bags, and a frantic desire to get some accommodation so they could begin. There were a lot of motels on the edge of town, but they drove past five of them before they found one they could check in to so late.

Jake put down a credit card and they took their room key gratefully. The motel was classically dingy, but clean, and roomy enough for the two of them, at least for one night.

They put the bags down in the small kitchenette, and Amber hovered nearby, strangely self-conscious now that the moment had come.

“How do we… um, start?” She asked, chewing nervously on a nail.

“Well, I guess…” Jake turned around, holding one of the jars of peanut butter “you eat.”

He found a spoon for her in the drawer and held them both out for her.

Amber was suddenly hyper aware of the fact that this was the moment. When she’d lain awake at night, running her hands over her tight, slim stomach, fantasizing about all the different ways she could grow it fat and wondering if any of them would come to pass, it was this moment that she was thinking of, even if she didn’t know it. She was just as sure that when she looked back and wondered at the precise moment her transformation had started, she would think of now.

The neon VACANCY sign reflected red neon light through their first floor window, bathing the cool night in vivid red outlines. It suited the moment, suited the taboo journey they were about to embark on.

She reached out, and her hands closed around the jar.

“I can start on my own.” She said. “But you can… watch. I’d like it if you did that.”

“Sure.” Jake said, mouth dry.

Amber unscrewed the lid, and without allowing herself hesitation, plunged the spoon into the thick, fattening spread and immediately devoured it.

She tongued the sticky peanut butter off the roof of her mouth for a moment, pausing in thought. The ascent had been intense, but that was it. She’d begun.

“Full already?” Jake teased.

Amber looked him dead in the eyes, twinkling like the Hollywood Hills, and flashed her teeth in a grin. “No way.”

After a few scoops, she settled back into the armchair, shoving spoon after spoon of peanut butter into her mouth until she was more than half finished with the jar. She felt an approaching tightness in her stomach, nothing excessive, but something akin to having just finished a big Thanksgiving dinner.

Jake watched her closely, perched on the kitchenette bench across the room. He tried to note any perceptible swelling of the stomach or other signs that she was eating more than she should. There was nothing yet. It was still early.

Amber leaned back and sucked in a few deep breaths, shifting uncomfortably in her tight little shorts.

“Oh God, I’ve never, never eaten like this.” She wailed, desperately running her hands over her slightly rounded stomach. She placed the jar and spoon on the floor next to the armchair. Jake wondered if she was going to give herself a short break, but she nodded to the bags and asked “Can you give me something else?”

Breathing faster, Jake reached in the nearest bag and tossed her a block of chocolate.

“Yes!” Amber squealed happily, catching it and tearing it open. She devoured huge chunks, moaning around her mouthfuls. She was getting through it at an alarming rate, so Jake grabbed another to have ready for when she finished. It didn’t take long, and he tossed it to her. She bit into it, alternating between the chocolate and the half-finished jar of peanut butter.

Neither of them were sure how much time had passed. It couldn’t have been long, dawn was not yet touching the sky, and Jake had come to telling time by the size of Amber’s belly. After two family-size blocks of chocolate and nearly a whole 1lb jar of peanut butter, her small, lean middle had swollen into a very taut, round belly.

“Oh God…” Amber keened, leaning her head back. “I’m so full. I don’t think I can eat anything else.”

Jake, who had mostly sat passive during the whole stuffing session, suddenly felt that if he had a responsibility at any part of this process, it was now. He didn’t know how she liked to be spoken to yet, or what her preferences were in general, so the first attempt was awkward, a clumsily-uttered “Keep e-eating” which sounded just about as authoritative to him as a kitten’s mew.

“I can’t.” Amber panted. She lethargically brought another piece of chocolate to her mouth, but couldn’t bring herself to swallow it.

Jake wet his lips and tried again. Pitching his voice slightly deeper than he normally spoke, he growled “You’ll stop eating when I tell you to stop, pig.”

The words split the air in the motel room like a bolt of lightning. Amber gasped. Something sizzled and sparked inside her head, like a filament exploding. Doubts melted into desire. Fear of how she would look changed into the dark thrill of knowing she was ruining her perfect figure. Tingling excitement rushed through her, and the discomfort in her belly changed into raw, desperate need.

Amber shoved the melting piece of chocolate into her mouth, and immediately followed with the rest of the pack, moaning, whimpering, and feeling her body all over.

“The pizza.” Amber demanded, around a mouthful of sweetness. “Put extra cheese on it and heat it up.”

Jake hopped off the counter and tore open one of the bags of shredded cheese. Not wanting her to lose momentum, he took the bottle of heavy cream across the room to her, and held it out.

God, she was really going to drink that.

Wordlessly, Amber took it. She didn’t break eye contact with him as she opened it and began chugging, one hand going to her round belly. Jake looked down. Her stomach was bulging outwards, looking heavy, almost appearing to rest in her lap. It was an alarming contrast to her narrow waist and slim thighs.

The pizza didn’t take long to heat. When Jake brought it over to her, dripping with all the cheese he could heap onto it, she moaned and cupped her belly like a pregnant woman. Jake helped her eat three slices leaning back, but when she tried to heave into a more upright position, her pushed-out stomach got in the way, bumping against the tops of her thighs. She looked down and Jake saw her eyes widen, watched her take in her form, larger than she’d ever seen it in her life. She gasped, touching her belly with her hand and throwing her head back in a desperate moan at the feeling of the rounded flesh under her palm. She’d never felt her belly round before. God, she felt electric.

It was painful in an exciting way. The pressure inside her belly was intense, waves of dizziness and arousal washing over her as she dipped in and out of focus. Her slinky white halter top was stretched tight across her engorged stomach, and clung to her new roundness. The size of her belly felt overwhelming.

“I feel like a hog…” She panted, as her hand brought the next dripping slice of pizza to her mouth. Her slim body looked two or three months pregnant, firm stomach pushing forward from her small waist.

She was eating without reasoning now, without consideration for fullness or pain. She finished the pie, astounding them both, and lay a small hand across the heaving arc of her upper belly. Every bit of her was throbbing. She felt heavy, bloated, and incredibly feminine.

“I want you to say something.” Amber gasped as her hands raced, feeling, cupping, grabbing. “I need to hear what you think of me like this.”

Jake considered his words for a second, then let a smirk settle onto his features.

“Sorry.” He said, simply.

Amber frowned lightly, distracted by her swollen belly. “What?”

“Sorry,” Jake repeated, and started moving slowly towards her “that I didn’t give you a chance to say goodbye to your body.”

Amber was frozen, eyes dark and skin humming. He had her attention.

“Because it’s going to take a while for all the food you cram into your mouth to turn to thick, heavy fat, but you are never going to be small again.” Jake said, the words tumbling easily from his lips, delighted at having the chance to taunt. “We are going to keep you so stuffed full, the bloating will never have a chance to go down. This belly of yours is permanently big. I hope you’re happy, because this is your body now, and it’s only going to get worse.”

Amber choked back a cry of desire, the words doing exactly what they were meant to.

“You are never going to be slim again.”

He reached the armchair where she was seated and, kneeling down, took her big stomach in both hands.

Amber threw her head back and screamed.

The entirely new feeling of his strong hands on her hot, bulging belly was too much and she bucked, shouting wordlessly with her eyes closed, stomach billowing out in front of her.

When she came to, gasping and panting, one hand still holding the crest of her belly, Jake was standing across the room.

“You need to see this.” He said. “It wouldn’t be a proper first stuffing without being able to assess the damage.”

He swung out the closet door, revealing a large mirror on the inside of it and suddenly Amber was face to face with her own engorged form.

“Oh my God.” She whispered, lightheaded from the sight of herself.

She looked so round, her stomach so big it almost appeared to nestle between her wide spread legs. The new largeness of her middle forced her white halter top up, and her swollen lower belly bulged out. Amber had never seen herself like this. It was intoxicating. She leaned back and pressed her small hands to either side of her big belly, rubbing circles, shocked at her new proportions.

The pleasure was so blinding that she felt for a moment with certainty she could lose herself forever. Just eating and fattening and feeling herself transform.

The echo of her mantra from a mere few hours earlier repeated through the back of her mind; I’m leaving so that I can come back.

She didn’t know if she wanted to.