You know you gained some weight. Whenever you look down on your phone, a thick double chin greets you. But it isn't until someone takes a photo of your profile that it really hits you.
"God, I am so fat..." You think. Embarrassingly, you got a face of someone who is 100 lbs heavier than you actually are. You look at it in disbelief: your neck completely gone. Your lips and nose partially obscured by a chubby cheek. Actual jowls developing, getting meatier. Those creases on your neck neck roll...
You decide to take a selfie. It can't be that bad, can it?
And somehow, it's even worse.
Your lips changed shape permanently since you fattened. That second chin is hanging and jiggling below the first one.
Maybe if you tried to smile... After all, it's always better to smile for photos, isn't it?
You stretch your lips and encounter sudden resistance. What the fuck??
There is mass on your cheeks now. The muscles of your face aren't used to pushing so much weight. They tremble. Your cheeks tremble and jiggle as you're trying pathetically to make a natural human expression.
You give up. Your face is now frozen in a permanent pout. Slowly drowning in fat.
Your next selfie is even more embarassing, the angle revealing that your cheeks are now so chubby they spill from behind your nose at a right angle:
To others, your face is you. And yours tells a very simple story: that you are a lardass. As you gained weight, your got the fattiest face possible, one that can't hide your true nature.
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Making that Mindy Kaling post did prompt me to realize that I do actually have a double chin despite being skinny. Btw it is very evil that the top results from just googling “double chin” are all “here’s how to get rid of a double chin”.
I was so glad he didn't look horrified. Just surprised.
And... intrigued?
Naw. Don't get your hopes up.
"S-so what do you say? Are you open to it?"
Tomas rubbed his sharp jawline. "I don't know."
"It's okay!" I blurted out. "Pretend I didn't say anything."
God, I'm so stupid. Shoulda kept my dumb mouth shut. Tomas and I had a good thing going. Three months of great sex, great conversation, and a whole bunch of matching interests.
And I threw that all away just because I was dumb enough to tell him about my kink.
"Nope," Tomas said. "It's too late for that." He looked straight into my eyes. He was studying me. "So you want me to get fat."
"Yes," I said. "But if you don't, that's totally fine. I'm still very... attracted to you."
"You just wish I had a belly."
Uh huh. And moobs. And a dumptruck ass. Tomas was the hottest guy I'd ever been with (effortlessly athletic and coated with muscles), and yet I couldn't stop fantasizing about growing him to twice his size. Three times.
"And if I did... You'd make sure I wouldn't have any negative side effects, right? Like diabetes or...?"
"Right," I said. That was the benefit of being half-witch on my mother's side. I could live out my fantasies without hurting Tomas or shortening his lifespan.
I could use magic for pretty much anything, including changing my boyfriend's body without his permission. (Which I'd never do.) Or mesmerizing him into wanting to grow. (Which I'd also never do.)
I nervously waited for his response. He seemed to be seriously considering it.
He rubbed his chin again. Didn't say anything.
"Would you... like being bigger?"
"Yeah. I think it would feel nice." He looked into his lap. "And I think beer bellies are very manly."
I bit my lip. I felt the exact same way.
"But I like my face. I don't want to change it."
"Your face?"
"You can do whatever you want to my body, but I don't want my face to change. Like, I don't want a double chin or anything. Do you think you can do that? With your, you know, skills?"
He was talking about my magic. And honestly, I wasn't sure.
"If I found a way to make you fat without giving you a double chin, would you...?"
"Yes!" he said. "For you."
My heart pounded. God, I knew Tomas was the right guy.
We clinked out champagne glasses. Once I figured out the right spell, Tomas would grow into the big man he was destined to be.
***
Tomas stood in the backyard and stared into the distance.
I couldn't tell what he was thinking about, but he sure seemed happy.
He was obese now, 300 pounds of squeezable flab. After eleven months of my feedings (every meal sprinkled with my magical gainer powders), he'd grown perky moobs, roll-decorated thighs that constantly rubbed together, and a gut that was rounder than I'd ever expected.
Absolutely perfect.
And as I'd promised, his jawline hadn't changed at all. His face was still sharp and model-handsome.
He didn't hear me coming when I walked outside. I snuck behind him. I was about to surprise him with a love-handle pinch, but I thought I'd do something better.
I stood right behind him and rubbed my thick double chin back and forth across his shoulder. That made him shiver.
"Babe!" he said.
"Whatcha thinking about?"
"How happy I am," he said. He turned to face me. With pure love in his dark eyes, he held my face and traced his thumb across my second chin.
I wasn't gaining, but thanks to my magic, his double chin transferred to me. A localized body-mass transfer. That was the only way I could figure out how to grow him without affecting his jawline.
Yeah, I looked pretty unconventional now. An obese chin sitting atop a slender, athletic body. In a way, my chin was more noticeable than Tomas's... everything.
But I liked it. And Tomas really liked it, too. He pinched and squeezed my neck fat almost as much as I rubbed his massive tank.
He kissed me. "Wanna feed me some milkshakes, babe?"
"Absolutely." We were up to four in one sitting. Maybe today we'd go for five. That would guarantee some extra padding on his beautiful body.
And on my neck.
***
I sat on the edge of the pool, watching Tomas glide his 500-pound body through the water like a brown, sexy-as-hell manatee.
He rose to the surface. The water reached the top of his gut. Droplets slid down his soft chest. He rubbed his eyes and smiled at me.
He knew how hot he was. He knew the power he had over me.
He walked through the water and climbed onto the ledge. It took him a couple tries before he positioned his thick body against me. He pulled me against his side and kissed my chin.
Two years of magic-augmented growth as he'd expanded into the man of my dreams. Big as an ox. Healthy as an ox, too.
And while I'd softened a little (not because of magic, just from the constant supply of food all around me), my chin had gotten out of control. Tomas would've looked great with this beefy wedge of neck fat, but on me, it looked... unnatural.
Strangers stared at me wherever I went. Children laughed (or got scared). I was a 160-pound guy with a 500-pounder's neck.
And I fucking loved it.
"What are you thinking about?" Tomas asked me.
(I guess I was smiling.)
"Remember our dinner two years ago? When I first told you about my kink?"
"It's not a kink," he said as he slid his finger through the sweaty crease under my chin. "It's a way of life. And the best decision we ever made."
"Do you wanna swim a little more? Or would you rather...?"
"I want to go back inside. And I want you to stuff me 'til I can't move." He squeezed my chin, filling his palm with the hanging fat. "Gotta grow this baby even more."
The End
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Sorry that I haven’t been posting, I’m in wales right now! But I have this picture of me..Before i had a bunch of food and cider. I don’t have one for after it.
