Two weeks later, I’d left my place and moved in with Joe. My room in the cabin was big and had an en-suite so I could ‘have my privacy’, as Joe put it.
Over the next month or so I worked hard enough to just collapse onto my bed after dinner, which always consisted of large meals. Joe could cook really well and the smells coming from the kitchen were always so tempting. He could cook anything it seemed, and he cooked a lot. Because I always wore jogging bottoms and an old t-shirt when I was cleaning, it wasn’t until Joe paid my first month and I went to go into town to pay it into my account that I noticed I’d put on a bit of weight. I struggled into my biggest clothes and noticed that my belly was hinting that it wanted to pour over my belt. My t-shirt did nothing to hide this new addition to my body. Everything was so tight. “See yer’ve put on a bit o’ weight.”. Joe was leaning against my bedroom door watching me looking at myself in the mirror.
“Yeah, I’m gonna have to buy some new clothes I think.” I felt myself getting warm. There was something about Joe mentioning my weight and wearing these tight clothes that I really liked.
I came back from town after spending all my money on clothes and some snacks which I found surprising. I didn’t normally fancy snacking but I really wanted some. I would just work harder and build up a sweat to compensate for the extra weight I was putting on. And as the house didn’t require much of an upkeep now that I had blitzed it since I moved in, I asked if there was anything outside that I could do. Joe had me chopping wood for the winter, clearing out the garage, moving heavy equipment and more. I thought cleaning the house when I first arrived was tiring, but this was something else. I didn’t mind doing it though. I know I was earning minimum wage but that didn’t seemed to be the main driving force behind all the work. I enjoyed it. And the evenings were fun because we were always having a laugh and playing games on the multitude of consoles. Joe kept his rpg’s to during the day when I was busy.
It was a few months later that Joe said he was going to take me out for a meal to thank me for all the hard work so I got dressed and noticed that again I was bigger, but I put it down to extra muscle from all the outdoor work. I walked into the front room and Joe looked at me and a smile crept onto his face. “Look nice n’ smart there.”
“Yeah, I’m slightly bigger though. I should’ve bought a few sizes up.”
“Suits ya. Makes ya look more… manly.” he smiled nicely so I took it to mean a compliment. “Oh, and we’re goin’ all ya c’n eat food place. I’m famished and I’m guessing ya must be pretty ‘ungry yaself.” I agreed. I was starving. I was used to craving certain foods. Like pizza, burgers, even salad. But I didn’t crave any of those. What I craved was food. Just food. I didn’t care what it was, I just felt like eating!
I had never eaten so much in my life! I excused myself when we got back to go and lay down as I was really tired. I lay there after taking my clothes off which were so restricting – that was a relief – and dozed off thinking about all the food I had eaten.
I was woken by someone shaking me. I looked up to see Joe standing there with a plate in one hand and a milkshake in the other. “Thought you’d be ‘ungry. You’ve bin ‘sleep fer a few hours.” I was about to say that I wasn’t, but I actually was. I thanked him and he left me eating the food and drinking the milkshake. Afterwards I walked into the front room completely forgetting to put on a top. I sat down and took some peanuts from the bowl next to my seat. I was there eating them and realised that I’d never done that before, but it felt natural to eat them so I didn’t think about it again. Joe said that I was sporting quite a belly and I looked down and I was! It was sticking right out and over my belt.
“I knew ya enjoyed ya growin’ build despite what ya’ve bin sayin’. It really suits ya bein’ bigger. Have yer thought about bein’ bigger still?”
“Uhm, well, not really. I mean, I’ve noticed my clothes aren’t fitting as well as they did. But putting weight on on purpose? I mean, it’s weird isn’t it?” I panicked wondering whether he would take that as an insult to his size.
“Nowt weird about it. Lot of people like puttin’ on weight n’ gettin’ bigger. Hell, how’d ya think I got this size?” As he said that, he slapped his gut and it rippled, and he laughed. “If ya want to get bigger, I c’n help ya. Ya already got a good appetite and ya bin buildin’ up bit of muscle from bein’ outside, but if ya wanna go further…”
I sat there. I was seriously thinking about it. I would’ve laughed it off if anyone else had said it, but I trusted him not to make fun of me. “Yes. I would love to get bigger.”, I said with conviction and a confidence I was surprised at.
“Great! I knew ya’d come ‘round. Git yerself some sleep, ‘cause we got a big day tahmorrow.”
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