The Diet Starts Tomorrow

*Happy Friday! I know I just posted a free story in appreciation of reaching 65 readers here on Patreon two days ago, and now that number has hit 78! I'm so grateful to everyone who has read and enjoyed my work, so I wanted to share another free story with all my paid members, Basic and POV Commission tiers included. I'm not sure if I would develop this story into a series but I absolutely love this it, so if anyone is interested in me storyboarding more, let me know! Thank you so so much for reading:)*

"Nina, are you serious?"

Nina froze, a half-eaten honeybun suspended midway to its intended target. She set it down gingerly and turned slowly, hoping against reason that her certainly scowling boyfriend somehow wouldn’t see the flurry of empty wrappers scattered across the kitchen island.

She smiled sheepishly, caught.

“I got hungry?” she offered, knowing her excuse was both overused and less than convincing. 

“You got hungry?” Kyle repeated incredulously, indicating to the evidence of her binge behind her. 

He reached over and plucked one of the torn open wrappers from behind her, the cellophane crinkling as he turned it to read its nutritional label.

“These are 400 calories Nina, you don’t take down two and a half boxes of them cause you’re hungry.”

She looked down, ashamed at his acculturation analysis.

“You have to stop all this gluttony, this constant pigging out behind my back whenever you can. You know what we talked about, and you agreed.”

“But I didn’t wanna agree,” Nina protested.

“But you agreed,” Kyle insisted, taking a step closer to her.

“It’s what’s best for you, we both know that,” he said, reaching out to rest a hand on the heavily protruding gut pushing out the front of her shirt and bulging free from the hemline, her fatty swell of belly hang wobbling at the light touch. 

“God,” he marveled. “It’s like you've gotten even bigger since we put you on this diet.”

Nina blushed, unsuccessfully shrinking back from his touch and trying futilely to pull her shirt low enough to cover her mass. It sprang back up further than it had been positioned before and she sighed, unable to deny Kyle’s assertion. 

She was bigger. Obviously so, despite Nina’s denial and avoidance of scales, mirrors, or pants with buttons. 

“I don’t think so,” she lied, unable to meet his gaze. “I think the diet is working.”

His other hand had found its way to her belly and both were now exploring her expanse, making his way down her body with gentle caresses and pats that left her jiggling all over. 

“So many new stretch marks,” he murmured, gripping her fleshy, swollen love handles that were bulging over the obviously constricting waistline of her sweatpants. 

He shook his head quickly as if clearing his thoughts and dropped his hands to his sides, fixing her with the more serious gaze he’d begun the conversation sporting. 

“That doesn’t happen when the diet is working, does it?” he asked at a normal volume. 

Nina shook her head, hoping she looked remorseful. 

“Nina, this is the fourth time this week I've caught you doing this,” Kyle chided, clearly exasperated. “Your follow-up appointment is in a month, what is the doctor going to say when he sees you’re nowhere near your weight loss goals? I mean, he won’t even have to weigh you to know, he’ll just have to look at you. What are you gonna say to him?”

Nina nodded.

“No, I'm serious, what are you gonna say to him?” Kyle insisted. “Are you gonna admit that you’ve still been gorging yourself on all these little treats even though he gave you a very strict meal plan? Or are you just gonna do what you did in the first appointment and pretend that you have no idea how you got this fat.”

“What?” Nina scoffed indignantly, her facade of remorse dropping. “So I was just supposed to tell the doctor that a few months after we started dating you begged me to gain weight for you? That you told me it would be soooo hot, that it would just be a couple pounds?”

Kyle threw up his arms in defeat.

“Ok Nina, ok yes, it's my fault. I started this. But you’re the one who got way more into it than I did, you’re the one who said you should just let yourself go for a little while for us both to enjoy.”

“Well, who enjoyed it more?” Nina retorted.

“You!” Kyle all but cried. “Clearly and obviously you, look at yourself! You're sneaking in all these massive stuffings while I'm not even here and you’re asking who’s enjoying it more.”

“Yeah, I am,” Nina shot back. “Cause every time you catch me like this you can’t take your eyes off my belly and you start feeling me up. You can’t even go half a day without dragging me to the bedroom for a quickie, so yeah, I am asking.”

“Nina,” Kyle breathed in a sigh.

“I’m serious!” she exclaimed. “Whose idea was this, who started it, who benefits more? The answer to all those questions is you. And now you have me on this diet-”

“I don't have you on the diet,” Kyle interrupted. “The doctor does. The doctor has you on this diet because you’re…” he paused, trailing off. 

“Because I'm what?” Nina demanded. “Why did the doctor say I needed to lose weight?”

“Because,” Kyle started weakly, suddenly avoiding Nina's gaze. “Well, because. You know why.”

“See?” said Nina with an accusatory point. “You can’t even say the word ‘obese’ without getting turned on. And I'm supposed to believe this is my fault.”

“It is your fault! You're the one putting on all this weight by yourself, I have nothing to do with it anymore. I make you healthy meals now and try to get you to go for walks. I don’t buy junk food anymore. I'm trying to help you get your weight under control!”

“And who let it get out of control in the first place? You were force-feeding me like you were trying to fatten up a pig and now you're surprised my appetite is a little bigger.”

“A little bigger? Nina, you’re deluding yourself. And you’re trying to distract from the issue at hand. It doesn't matter who started it, it matters that you drop enough weight before your next appointment to get a clean bill of health.”

“It's easy for you to say it doesn't matter. You still get to enjoy me waddling around the house with all the weight you put on me while I have to starve and suffer and eat celery sticks, it's completely unfair.”

Kyle's face softened.

“You don't waddle,” he said, reaching back out to her with a comforting hand. 

“Yes I do,” she countered with a pout, shying away from his touch again.

“Baby, you're beautiful, you know that,” Kyle argued gently, taking a step closer and slipping his hand into hers. “Right? You know how beautiful I think you are, how perfect?”

Nina nodded, still pouting. 

“But this isn't about me, it's about you. I love you for much more than what you look like, I love you for you and I just want you to be healthy, I don't want the stuff I'm into in the bedroom to make you sick.”

“But I'm not sick. I'm just fat.”

“Babe.” Kyle began. “The doctor said you’re officially, um, you know…” 

“Obese?” Nina finished with an eye roll. 

“Yes,” Kyle confirmed. “And he said you need to lose weight for your health, that you put on too much weight too quickly.”

It was Nina's turn to sigh, that fateful trip to the doctor's office not a day she preferred to reminisce on. 

Nina, never the type to miss an annual physical before she’d gotten with Kyle, hadn’t been to the doctor in over a year, skipping her scheduled visit because of the new weight she’d started to put on with promises that she’d return the next year trimmed back down to size. She and Kyle had never planned to allow his less-than-usual interests to encroach upon their real lives in the way that it had, and when the next year rolled around with Nina's weight completely out of control, Kyle had insisted she follow through on her appointment. 

They'd arrived at her primary care physician's office, Nina insisting they stop for a hearty fast food breakfast on the way to quit her nerves, and she’d filled out the required paperwork in an anxious rush, the arms of the waiting room chairs pressing into her plush, softened hips. 

Kyle had accompanied her to the back for moral support and watched as her doctor took her in, shock evident all over his typically professional demeanor. 

“Nina Waters?” he’d asked, his eyes flicking down to the clipboard in his hands and back up to the plumped-up woman jiggling her way down the hall.

She’d nodded, already mortified by the disbelief written all over his face. 

“Wow, it's- it's been quite a while since I've last seen you I suppose,” the doctor acknowledged, fumbling through the sentence as he took her in. “Why don't you go ahead and hop up on the scale for me,” he said, indicating to the old-fashioned balance scale that had always intimidated Nina even when she was far thinner. 

She’d gulped, looked back at Kyle for more support, and then stepped onto the black pad, eliciting metallic creaks from the scale and a quick intake of air from her doctor. 

He slid the metal markers forward, then further forward, and even further forward, Nina's face reddening with each adjustment. 

“So,” the doctor started slowly after a beat of silence, eyes glued to his clipboard in a clear effort to avoid direct contact with Nina's. “So, it seems you’ve put on about 96 pounds since your last exam.”

Nina felt her breath hitch in her throat.

“96 pounds?” she’d parroted in a whisper dripping with disbelief. 

She shot an angry look back at Kyle, who was standing behind her with guilt written all too legibly across his expression. 

They’d made it through the rest of the appointment with no problems, no mentions of her massive gain, but as the doctor brought things to a close, Nina still sitting on the waxy paper of the examination table, he’d cleared his throat meaningfully and fixed her with a look that made her heart sink. She wouldn't be getting out of this humiliating conversation. 

“Nina,” her doctor began kindly. “You’ve really put on a lot of weight in the past two years. And considering the fact that your BMI already categorized you solidly within the distinction of overweight, your recent gain has been very significant, very damaging to your overall health.” 

Kyle, sitting in another waiting room chair positioned opposite the examination table, was looking ashen and caught as if he was the target of the lecture, as if he’d been the one to blimp out without explanation. 

“You’ve developed quite a bit of subcutaneous fat,” the doctor went on, gesturing to her body as a whole. “But particularly around your middle, which is one of the most dangerous places to have enormous accumulations of excess fat like this,” he said, startling her by sinking a single finger into the rounded, tubby mass of flab that was testing the integrity of her stretchiest tank top and forcing her thighs apart with its heft. 

The overtaxed garment left very little to the imagination, and her bouncing, beach ball of a belly was covered by little else than the tightly clinging fabric, even her deepening belly button visible through the skimpy top. Her undersized bra dug into the stretchmark-riddled rolls of fat on her back, creating even more rolls on her sides and stacked atop the quivering muffin top of her overfed love handles. 

Her plump, fleshy tits poured over the tops of the ill-fitting cups, bouncing hypnotically right alongside her belly whenever she moved, and the tightness of her bra’s band was evident, her poor excuse for a shirt exposing the straining clasp struggling to hold against the tidal wave of heavy breasts that threatened to burst free. 

Her leggings, once a comfortable option that easily concealed just how tubby she’d been growing with its forgiving spandex that she could tug over her burgeoning gut, had grown too small more than a few pounds ago, and struggling into the skin-tight leggings had become a trying task, the seams creaking and screaming in protest as she stretched the fabric to translucency with her swollen thighs. No longer able to yank the painfully tight waistband over the swell of her gut, she simply tucked them underneath her belly hang and let her gut wobble freely, the thought of purchasing new clothes in a larger size somehow more offensive than allowing herself to be seen in public as the greedy porker that she really was. 

Her legwear was as overtaxed as her poor tank top, and while a good bit of her new heft had gone directly to her middle, her lower half hadn’t been spared from the expansion by any means. Her enviable shelf of an ass had grown right alongside the rest of her, and she went from curvy, to thick, to absolutely stacked within a matter of months. Her ass only seemed to get rounder as it jutted out further and further and now the exaggeratedly sexual feature was as distracting as it was inconvenient, Nina suddenly finding herself unable to take a single step without feeling the weight of her posterior jiggle uncontrollably from side to side as she moved. 

Her panties had all become unwearable overnight, and thongs were the only undergarments she could still force her way into without instantly tearing, the thin straps digging into her grippable love handles and emphasizing just how ill-fitting everything had become. Her thighs had grown to support her voluptuous new behind, and the combination of thighs that were getting too thick to force past one another comfortably, an oversized gut that somehow protruded far further than her perky, melon-sized breasts, and a titanic ass that attracted stares and attention wherever she went, Ninas walk had quickly become a slow, jiggling waddle. 

Everything she did, even trying to heave herself up onto the examination table without making too much of an ordeal of the light exercise, just exposed how large she’d grown, how addicted she’d become to Kyle’s stuffing and praise, and the obsession he had with her ever fattening figure. 

“Weight gain at this scale and degree concerns me for several reasons,” the doctor went on, still examining the pliability of her belly fat with an investigatory hand. “When patients get this large at such an accelerated rate it has a myriad of impacts that have worrying implications for your long-term health, not to mention the factors that lead to such rapid gains are often themselves indicators of a more serious underlying health concern. Would you say your increased appetite was brought on by anything specific?”

Nina shook her head quickly, avoiding glancing in Kyle’s direction as if acknowledging his presence would somehow expose the sexual proclivities that had led to the doctor's inquiry.

“Nothing you can remember?” the doctor probed further. “At what point would you say you noticed your weight beginning to increase?”

“Umm,” Nina stalled uncomfortably, wishing she were back home in bed eating french fries from a greasy fast food bag like she'd normally be doing on a Saturday morning. “I don't know,” she finally muttered quietly.

“I understand weight can be a sensitive topic,” her doctor offered patiently. “But frankly, it would be impossible for you to fail to notice a gain of this caliber. You’d feel obvious and immediate effects in your joints, your mobility, even in the way your clothes fit.”

As if to illustrate his point he flicked the hem on her tank top with one finger and it sprung several inches, even a light disturbance enough to make the stretched-out top expose Nina's barely hidden belly. 

She heard Kyle gasp lightly and frowned, knowing that despite his guilt, he was probably enjoying her public humiliation more than he would ever admit, more than likely adjusting his jeans in an effort to conceal just how much the little show was working him up. 

“At what point did you notice your clothing beginning to grow ill-fitting?” the doctor asked, now gripping the hanging swell of fatty flesh that had burst its way free. 

Nina swallowed hard, the feeling of any hands other than Kyle’s grabbing and massaging her belly more than foreign to her. 

“I don't know,” she squeaked, wanting to sink into the floor. 

“See, this pliability is exactly what I was worried about,” the doctor continued as if Nina hadn’t spoken. “It's not so much the weight gain that I'm concerned about, a bit of additional mass is to be expected as we age, but it's the amount of fat that I’m feeling that really begins to put your health at risk.”

He pushed her tank top up over her jutting gut and it settled just underneath her pillow-soft breasts, her entire belly exposed and the bloat from her feast of a breakfast still obvious. He placed both hands on her midsection, working up her belly with firm grabs, jiggles, and pats as he assessed its give, then rested his hand on the jutting shelf of her upper belly, a development that Kyle had noticed only a few weeks before. She had gorged herself so fat that a big meal left her gut big enough to rest a hand on, and that fact had driven Kyle crazy, the stuffing that followed the discovery one for the books. 

“I can tell that you’ve lost quite a bit of muscle tone and definition based solely on this brief tactile analysis,” he informed her, his hands still examining the expanse of her gut and making her entire body undulate with the attention. “You’ve put on more fat than just the 96 pounds of actual weight you gained, you’ve allowed your established musculature to deteriorate and replaced what was once muscle with fat, which is making you appear quite a bit larger than you would had you gained so much while maintaining your physical fitness to a more acceptable degree. It's evident, just from this short investigation, that you’ve become much more sedentary while clearly developing serious patterns of binge eating, potentially daily based on how quickly all of this took place. Would you say you agree with that analysis Ms. Waters?”

“Um,” Nina stammered, face glowing redder than ever before. “Uh, I guess so.”

“You need to take immediate steps to reduce your weight and lower your cholesterol,” the doctor finished brusquely, pulling Nina’s tank top back down to cover her shame only for it to spring up once more and leave her tubby gut pushing out of the bottom, the bright red stretch marks running up either side of her belly button from her rapid growth visible. “Or you’ll continue to put on weight and exacerbate your current health issues while procuring additional maladies.” 

Nina nodded again, praying his little intervention had almost reached its end. 

“I’m going to create a meal plan for you as well as an exercise regime that's designed to help you work off all this extra fat that you’ve accumulated,” her doctor said, turning back to his computer on his swiveling stool and typing rapidly. “You’ll need to follow my recommendations closely, which means an immediate end to the calorie-dense meals you’ve clearly been indulging in. Does all that make sense to you?”

Nina had nodded once more, feeling as if she couldn't have spoken if she tried. 

“Perhaps your partner here can be of service in that regard,” the doctor tossed casually over his shoulder, still typing. “Many patients have found that informed support originating regularly from key primary relationships can aid in their weight loss goals, the logic, of course, being that the necessary lifestyle adjustments can be enforced by an involved outside party.”

“I will,” Kyle blurted, his tone more appropriate for a murder confession. “I will, I'll help with all the diet stuff, whatever she needs.”

“Excellent, that should contribute significantly to her success,” her doctor affirmed without looking up. “I’m going to go ahead and schedule you another appointment for approximately three months from now in order to assess your progress and remeasure the major health indicators that I’m most concerned about with your sudden weight gain Ms. Waters,” the doctors said, finally turning back to Nina. “What's your availability for the month of November? 

They’d scheduled Nina's follow-up appointment and driven home in silence, Nina clutching the still-warm, freshly printed pages that detailed her new health-conscious routine. 

Kyle had broken down into an emotional apology in the driveway, profusely renouncing allegiance to his fetish and pledging to help her drop all the weight she’d added, plus more. Nina, who’d always operated under the pretense that her gain was for the pleasure of Kyle alone, that she got nothing out of her growth and didn't enjoy it the way he did, sat in silence through Kyle’s self admonishments, shocked to discover that she was more than a little disappointed at the realization that the late night stuffings, drive through runs, and daily food deliveries were over for good. 

Since then, they’d been in a near-constant battle for control of Nina's waistline, Nina stubbornly sneaking junky snacks and calorie-laden meals whenever she had so much as a free moment.

Kyle had packed the weight on her quickly, but when Nina was in control of her own stuffings, when she felt like she had to gorge herself as full as possible every time she had even half the opportunity, she was absolutely exploding, blowing up like she was being inflated with a steady stream of fat. 

Four meals a day had become much closer to 6, the sizes of her snacks growing and growing at the same rate as her already swollen figure. Her double chin had become permanent, all that new weight looking for more and more places to settle on her already bulging body. Her face had taken on a puffy, bloated look and her chubby cheeks were constantly crammed with as much food as she could fit on her fork. 

Her wrists and hands were starting to pudge out, her once buoyant tits were finally beginning to sag slightly to either side of her ever-bloated belly under their own enormous weight, and the deep rolls of fat that once resided solely on her back had encircled her body, saddling her with the onset of a double belly that got in her way more and more often. 

Her doctor had been right, her mobility was affected by all the new weight, and she waddled more slowly, took longer and longer to heave herself off the couch, and could hardly bend down anymore due to the always stuffed gut that seemed to be expanding steadily before both of their eyes. Her dimpled thighs grew thicker and thicker and she chiefly wore shorts after having split open one too many pairs of long pants with the cellulite-covered, shaking fat. 

Nina’s argument had been correct, Kyle hadn’t been able to keep his eyes or his hands off of her since she’d taken the reins of her own gain, but Kyle had been truthful as well, his assertion that he no longer enabled her fattening habits an accurate one. 

Nina’s newfound gluttony was clearly born of rebellion, of subconscious spite at the doctor’s instructions and Kyle’s strict adherence to them, but lately she was beginning to lose sight of her initial reasoning, the overpowering hunger deep within her now the driving force of her binges instead of kyle’s desire or a deep-seated yearning to push back against authority.

It was like the fatter she got the more food she needed just to feel satisfied, and little confrontations like this only served to distract her from the true issue at hand. Her indulgence had completely taken over. 

She was no longer concerned with being thin, no longer even concerned with being healthy, and instead wanted nothing but to eat and eat and eat until she was pinned under the weight of her own body, until she couldn't even move to force down another bite. It was all she could think about, all she truly wanted, and between sneaking around to buy more snacks, waking up in the middle of the night to stuff herself silly in peace, and hiding all the boxes, wrappers, and delivery bags from Kyle, she felt like a drug addict faking their recovery. 

Their multiple confrontations since the first appointment all followed the exact same script: Kyle accusing her of cheating on her diet, Nina blaming him for asking her to gain weight in the first place to detract from the potency of his argument, and then the two of them staring at each other in a detente, Nina’s stuffed belly rising and falling with her heavy breaths from how tightly she’d packed herself full. 

“Fine,” Nina finally conceded, breaking the silence. “Fine. I’ll try to stick to the diet.”

The tension in Kyle's face broke and he smiled at her, clearly still smitten with her very presence despite their recurring spat. 

“But…” Nina intoned sheepishly, gesturing to the evidence of her nutritional infidelity spread across the kitchen island. “I mean, today is already a wash, so we might as well start tomorrow…right?”

A glint of lust flickered to life in Kyle's eyes. 

“Well,” he reasoned slowly. “I mean, you did already make today a cheat day. You might as well enjoy it.”

“Can we order pizza?” Nina rushed excitedly, knowing she had him ensnared. 

Kyle took a step closer, his hands finding their way back to her still bloated gut loaded with sugary dough. 

“Sure baby. But the diet starts tomorrow.”