Positive Influence

You are a rather ordinary twenty-something living in a midsize town. You have an unremarkable office job for a local shipping business, and it's certainly nothing that challenges you. Interestingly, many ladies throughout the town have developed crushes on you, but you don't know that. Additionally, the body positivity movement has gained a lot of momentum, and being fat is now seen as sexy and desirable, or at least neutral. Your secret admirers would be delighted to get fat for you, which would be great because you like fat women too.

You're currently waking up for just another Wednesday.

The first thing you do is check your phone. It's a text from a girl named Val. She says she wants to see you right away.

You say, "The sun is barely up yet, and I have to work today."

"But," you reply. "I'd be down to meet you later."

Val texts back: "Oh really? Well let me know when you're free!"

It's way too early and you're groggy, but there's no point in going back to sleep now. You thumb through news articles, not absorbing anything, and absent-mindedly recall what you know about Val. In a word, she is strong. She's one of the beefiest people you know, and certainly the most muscular woman you've known. You were classmates back in high school, but you didn't really talk that much.

Your mind wanders a bit, "maybe she got fat" you think to yourself with a smirk.

The annoyance of a buzzing phone wakes you up a bit more, but you still feel kind of groggy. It's another text, but it's not from a number you recognize. In fact, the sender isn't a number at all. Instead you see a weird jumble of letters and symbols.

"Are you ready for this?" It says.

Well you are now, you think to yourself, slightly confused.

The phone buzzes again. You pull it out of your pocket and read the new message.

"Chaos everywhere."

You don't know what this means, but it sounds bad.

Or, more likely, it's just a spambot server that's having a bad day. Either way you put the phone back in your pocket and decide to pull yourself together and head out.

You walk into work and go about your usual morning routine. Which isn't all that productive, all things considered. You got ahead of incoming orders yesterday, so today's "work" basically means looking at memes and shitposting on the internet. Seriously though, the internet has been fucking weird lately.

But then again, you think. Has the internet ever not been weird? You sort of don't remember a time when the internet wasn't a constant source of jokes about pancakes or shitty fake IDs.

Lunchtime rolls around, and you decide to grab a bite to eat at the sandwich shop down the street from your office. There's a bit of a line, and you decide on your order pretty quickly. You spend the rest of your time in line checking out the cute chubby cashier girl. Her uniform shirt is pretty tight, and you can clearly see her doughy tummy and love handles bulging over her waistband. You decide to go for another look...

You stare at her, mesmerized. The cashier girl is looking around as if people are staring, but nobody is.

You manage to avoid getting caught looking, and clear your head as your turn comes. "Hi, just a number 3 with an unsweet tea, please."

"Sure thing," she says with a smile. "Anything else?"

"Nah, that's it," you reply.

"You sure? You look pretty hungry to me." She says with a wink.

"Ha, ha. Nah, just what I need, temptation."

She smiles as she says, "It's my job, gotta try and fatten everybody up!" She laughs.

She brings your sandwich to you and says, "Have a nice day," as you head out the door to eat outside.

You try not to pop a boner while thinking of the cashier girl getting fatter. You try not to imagine her belly spilling over her waistband, her ass and thighs shredding her pants, her tits getting big enough to drown in... Your cheeks flush a bit as you decide to stay seated for a while. You take your food and sit outside in the patio area, taking a bite of your sandwich as you stare out into the street.

"How's your food?"

You turn to face a guy who is probably in his forties, with a t-shirt advertising a Dropkick Murphys show from like, 1999. He's a bit on the scruffy side, and his steel-toed boots are a bit worn. He looks like he works around construction, or as some sort of blue-collar/ manual laborer type.

You nod and reply, "Yeah, it's fine."

He asks, "You from around here?"

You say "Yeah, I work at an office down the street. Can I help you with something?"

The man seems a bit off, and you're not sure why, but he does.

He says, "I'm really sorry to bother you like this, but I need some advice."

He seems really troubled by something, and you're ready to tell him to fuck off, but he looks like he needs help.

You say "What kind of advice do you need?"

The man sighs a bit and replies, "It's my stupid daughter. She's 15, and she's..." He can't find the words to describe how frustrating his daughter is.

He continues, "I can't decide on what to do about her. She's a wild child. One moment she's doin' something bad, the next she's sayin' she's sorry for what she did."

He takes a long pause and then says, "I don't want to just send her away, but I'm worried about what she might do... I mean, does she have a chance at redemption?"

You think for a moment and respond, "I don't really know much about these things, but it honestly sounds like she's just being a teenager. Is there anything that really holds her interest? Are there any classes she likes? Does she do any sports?"

The man thinks for a moment and then seems to brighten up a bit. He smiles and says, "Let me think. Yeah, she likes photography. We went on a trip to a National Park last year, and she really took to that. Liked taking pictures of everything."

You say "That's really cool! Maybe there's some way you could support her hobby. You could get her a good camera, or some photography lessons. I think she'd enjoy seeing you support her."

The man seems relieved by your words and begins to apologize for bothering you. You wave him off and reply,

You say "I hope things work out for you and your daughter."

He grins and nods his head a bit, still looking a bit shell-shocked. He says, "I think you've made me rethink my problem. Thanks."

He rises to his feet, but stops and looks your way again. "Hey, sorry for dropping all this on you as a stranger. I really don't know what came over me," he apologizes.

You reply with a slight laugh, "That's perfectly alright, I'm just glad I could help."

The man extends his hand. "Duane," he says. "Anon," you reply, taking Duane's hand and accepting a firm shake. His hand is fairly calloused, and he's a bit rougher than you expected, but you take it in stride. Duane pats you on the shoulder, and vanishes from the restaurant. You finish up your lunch, clear away your trash and head back to work. But you make sure to steal one last glance at that chubby cashier girl. You can't help but think of how beautiful she is. Although, you think it's more than just her looks that turn you on...

The words "gotta try and fatten everybody up" bounce around in your head. Now, you like looking at fatties, but you've never wanted to gain weight yourself. But God damnit why does the idea sound so hot coming out of her mouth? You HOPE she doesn't have some sadistic fat fetish. (which, is pretty unlikely)

You return to work and head to the break room for a cup of coffee. You stare into the black liquid and wonder if it's going to be your last cup. You think back to what you did this week. The shit you put up with from obnoxious customers...

Your phone hasn't blown up, so it's safe to assume that your customers are happy for the moment.

Lisa walks in and sees you. She's fairly distinctive: rich brown hair, plump cheeks, prominent front teeth, and a chubby build give her a cutely disarming squirrel-esque vibe. Her mouth makes an O shape, then she quickly closes it and goes to get the coffee pot. She comes back and asks you, "So can I get you anything?"

You think for a long moment while you sip your coffee.

You reply, "Yeah. I want to die."

Lisa bursts out laughing and gives you a light hug.

You lightly hug Lisa back, and say, "Thanks. I need to get back to work, on the off-chance something comes up."

She laughs again and says, "God, I needed a chuckle. Thanks. You have no idea."

You nod in response and go back to work.

You decide to text Val, "So I should've said so this morning, but it's been a long time since we last talked. Can I get any sort of hint as to why you want to see me now?"

She replies, "I'm not actually sure yet. It'll probably be pretty obvious though."

You reply, "Are you asking me out?? I thought you were pretty steady with Dale."

She responds with a winky face, followed by "You're cute when you're jealous."

You quickly respond, "We're both too old for teenage drama games. Val, please tell me what you're planning or I'm going to cut this off."

She replies, "Fine I'll tell you, but you have to tell me what's going on with you. Are you ok?"

You sigh and explain, "I've been better but I've also been worse. I'm not depressed but I'm just kinda not happy either."

She seems to listen intently and asks you, "...Do you want to talk about it?"

You think about it for a bit before responding, "It would be nice to catch up. I have to ask though, why are you reaching out now?"

She thinks about it a bit then replies, "It's kinda related to what happened with Lena. Sorta?"

Oh. Oh fuck. You suddenly know exactly why Val decided to reach out. She remembers that too? Well, to be fair, you weren't exactly subtle. And it wasn't just Lena, there was Zoe, and Jen, and Vicky... Huh, and teenage you thought he was so slick.

You don't really know what to say in response, so you just say, "I'm surprised you remembered that."

"I was talking with some of the girls, and I think you've got....a gift. And..... I'm a little jealous of them," she replies, with a host of embarrassed emojis.

You laugh and text back, "But I hardly did anything! Maybe I was a bit of a bad influence, but ultimately I wasn't giving any of them new ideas. Besides, it's not like I took over their minds and forced them to eat so much haha,"

She responds, ".....well maybe I kinda-sorta had a crush on you back then and I realized I missed that aura of yours." A wall of bashful emojis.

Your pulse pounds in your ears and your face burns red. No fucking way; Val? A crush on me? You physically shake your head a bit and think for a moment before replying, "Dale will literally kill me. He'll put me on some bread and eat me for lunch. Like with a fork."

There is a very pregnant pause. The three little dots pop up and down for an infinite minute.

"Dale and I have been split up for months. I guess you wouldn't have any way to know that. But I always regretted not acting on that crush. I even almost asked you to prom."

Yes fucking way apparently. You can't believe what you're reading. What did you do to deserve such an incredible turn of fortune? Overwhelmed, you simply reply, "Where do you want to meet?"

She writes, "How about my place? I'll make some dinner."

Your stomach grumbles a bit, your small lunch didn't keep you fueled for long. "Works for me. I can head right over after work," you reply.

She responds, "Perfect! See you then."

The rest of your workday crawls by. The moment the clock hits 5 you've logged out and are hauling ass to your car. Don't want to keep the new girl waiting.

But you do a bit, as you get caught in some traffic. According to the directions, Val's place isn't very far, but you have to swing by your house to drop off some work files. You curse every minute you're stuck on the roads, but you take a quick break to freshen up a bit before heading out properly.

You get to her house after 6 and ring the doorbell. You hear the door unlock and the latch open.

"Oh you're here!" exclaims a high-pitched girly voice, with a smile you can hear.

You experience sensory overload for a few seconds. An intoxicating lavender scent oozes out from the door, and then of course there was Val herself. Phew. You wouldn't mind having a bite of that right now.

"Where's the dinner?" you manage to say.

You are looking up at Val. She stands head and shoulders above you, positively radiating physical strength. You do your best not to ogle her body and focus upwards to meet her gaze. Her face is vaguely heart-shaped, high cheekbones, crystal-blue eyes, and a generally kind vibe, all topped with a fluffy blonde bun. She's wearing a loose t-shirt, and some capris, but they do little do hide her amazonian physique. She smiles and beckons you in.

"I just made some chicken Alfredo, would that be fine?"

You nod silently.

"I also baked some brownies. You like brownies?"

You manage a mumbled "sure" this time.

You step over the threshold, and you feel like a fly in a spider's web. Excitement, and more than a little fear, veritably vibrates in your blood. She leads you through the foyer and into the kitchen.

You take a single step forward, and then she grabs your hand. Ew, what game is this?

"I've been wanting to do this all day," she says. She bends down and picks you up off the floor, squeezing your body against hers. Her face is an inch or two from your own. Her surprisingly minty breath hits you and you feel yourself shudder a bit. She sits you down at the dining table, and then goes over to the stove. After a few moments of quiet clanging and scooping, she brings over two bowls of chicken Alfredo, then sits across from you with her own. She grabs a spoon and digs in, and you do likewise. You and Val make some small talk, and fill each other in on big events since high school. You always did get along with her despite barely ever speaking as teenagers, but it quickly becomes apparent that you've got a lot in common with her. The conversation flows easily. When the bowls are empty, she hops up from the table and goes to the fridge. Your eyes quickly dart around the kitchen and you realize that Val has eaten at least twice as much as you did. Your darting eyes also land right on her beefy yet toned ass, as she's bent down in front of the fridge.

"I could go for some dessert. Are you gonna eat any brownies?" she asks.

"I suppose I could fit in one or two," you say. The chicken Alfredo was delicious, but also very heavy, but you want to make Val feel good about her cooking. She straightens up, and turns around with a plate full of brownies and a jug of milk. She sets the plate down in front of you, and pours you a tall glass of milk. She grabs the first brownie and slides it into her mouth.

You start nibbling at one brownie, and savor the chocolatey goodness.

The brownie is pretty standard, not at all what you were expecting. It's pretty good though. You take another bite and then another.

You manage to finish your one huge brownie, but your stomach is starting to protest after such an influx of rich food. You sip some milk to wash it all down and glance over at Val's plate. Jesus Christ - she polished off the rest of the brownies! There must have been another six there! As you look, she's wiping off her face and reaching for her glass of milk.

"You want some more?" she asks, and for the first time you notice that her eyes have a slightly glazed over look. Her eyes aren't normally like that.

"No thanks, I'm stuffed." You say.

She nods and gulps the last of her milk down.

Against your better judgment, you speak up. "Val, I couldn't help but notice how much you ate. You must've eaten at least twice as much as me, and I'm about to pass out. How do you do it?"

She smirks and crosses her arms, amused rather than offended. "How do I do what?"

"Eat so much and stay so fit." You gaze follows the shape of her legs up to a point somewhere just above her knees.

Val's face suddenly darkens, and by a lot. "Fit.... What if I told you I wanted to be something other than that?" She asks with a somewhat sad tone.

You feel like you've said something horribly stupid and are about to get a bitchy reply. Instead, she shakes her head and continues. "You don't get it, do you?"

"Get what?"

"I want to be..." She pauses and thinks for a moment. "...Big. Maybe even huge."

You say "You mean fat? You want to get fat?"

"Fat! God, no!" She rolls her eyes and sighs. "Huge. Bigger than what you think of when you hear the word fat."

"Oh... Okay."

Long seconds pass while you look at Val across the table. Your brain feels like it's about to melt into sludge after so much emotional whiplash. "You.... want to change yourself? For me?" You manage to choke out.

She nods. "You don't like it? You could leave."

You panic, but manage to put together a response. "Val, you are smoking hot, and I know you'll be smoking hot with extra pounds too. If you want to plump up because it's what you want then great, but I don't want to ask you to do it for me."

She smirks. "Then what do you want?"

You comprehend.

You say "I want you to be my girlfriend. And I think you want me to stoke your worst instincts."

It's done. The words tumble out of your mouth before you can stop them. "You want me to make you fat."

"Obesity." She corrects with a hint of a smile.

Your head swims, and your pants are getting awfully tight. You shut your eyes tightly for a second before replying, "First thing, will you be my girlfriend?"

She answers without hesitation, "Yes."

You breathe a sigh of relief. This isn't over yet though.

You say "Second thing, about my reputation from high school. I swear I wasn't actively trying to manipulate those girls. They'd ask me if they should, like, get another soda or upsize their fast food meal, and I would just tell them to do what makes them happy."

"Hm," she says with a tilt of her head. "So, you didn't try to get between them and their boyfriends?"

"What?" You sputter, "I was too clueless to try and get between them and their boyfriends. Those girls were simply some of my friends, and they just somehow had bigger appetites around me."

Val sighs. Her eyes drift to the left as she thinks. "So they would eat more around you?"

"Yeah."

She turns her eyes back on you. "Okay..."

"I swear!" You say, starting to panic again.

She doesn't look convinced.

"They were pigs." You groan.

Val gently places her fingers around your lips to silence you. She looks at you with what can only be described as hunger as she says, 'Now, what if you were to actually try and make me gain?"

Your stomach sinks.

You say "I... I don't exactly know what to do, to deliberately make somebody get fatter. You ate a huge dinner today, seems like that would be a good start. Do you eat such huge meals regularly?"

"Yeah, and actually even more sometimes. Like if I go out to eat or order food or something."

Fuck.

"Well... Should you just eat more like that on the regular?"

Val laughs and gestures over her muscled, trim legs and torso. "Did you forget that I was on the football team? I'm not really working out anymore and I'm still shoveling food down, but it all just seemingly turns to muscle."

You blink. "Oh... Right..."

She laughs again. "So.... What do you want to do?"

Your brain feels like a malfunctioning computer. You say, "It doesn't make sense. With your habits, you should be real thick, and yet -" you look Val's imposing body up and down, "- you're built like an Olympian, like a fucking superhero! There must be something we're missing."

"I don't know what you mean," she says, furrowing her brow.

Your hands ball up into fists, as you think of similarities between the two of you and your old classmates. "I think..." you venture, "I think I need to do some research. If I'm gonna give it my all, I need a plan. Can we leave it at that for now?"

Val nods.

"Thank you," you say humbly, as you lean back in your chair.

The girl smiles and turns to stare at the wall for a moment.

Val looks back at you and says, "Hey, you wanna get high and watch documentaries?"

You smile. "I'd love to."

You sit next to her and roll up a paper, toking on the joint once it's lit. As you inhale, you look to the ceiling and think of all the facts you learned today.

"So..." You ask, feeling very strange.

"So...." she says, staring at you with a goofy grin on her face. "You think teachers have sex with students?"

"I don't know. You mean back at our school? I don't think any of them did for certain, but I got weird cougar vibes from a couple."

Val bites her lips, smiles and exhales. "Honestly..."

"What?" You ask, your mind racing with possibilities.

"I kinda wish they did."

You stare at her, shell-shocked by her sudden bluntness.

Val bursts out laughing, "God I'm a pervert. I have no filter when I'm stoned."

"So true," You reply, also laughing.

Your head buzzes comfortably as you and Val half-watch a documentary on dinosaurs. Partway through, Val goes into the kitchen and comes back with a tub of ice cream.

"You are so bad," You say, smiling. She shrugs as she takes a bite of her deliciousness.

Val jams her spoon into the tub, then suddenly thrusts the tub into your hands. She looks over at you and purrs, "I want you to feed me."

"Feed you what?" You ask, realizing you're holding a spoon.

"Ice cream. I want you to feed me ice cream."

You pull yourself together a little bit and look over at Val. She's pulled up her shirt and is idly rubbing her tummy. It's pooched out and rounded from the evening's eating. You have no hope of hiding your boner.

"I don't know if I should," you say nervously.

"If you don't, I'll be sad. If you do, it'll be really fun."

"Well, if you're sure..."

You scoop up some frosty goodness and slide the spoon into Val's mouth. Her lips close around the spoon and she moans with pleasure. The sound sends vibrations into your ears that you didn't know existed. You feel like you could cum just by the sight of her eating ice cream.

"Good?"

"More," she demands. Scoop after scoop disappears into Val's mouth. You're astonished by her appetite, but you aren't about to let her go hungry. Pretty soon, you're scraping the last bits out of the tub. You gather the last blobs of ice cream onto your finger and slide it into Val's mouth. Her lips close around it and her tongue laps up the cold frosting.

"How does it taste?"

"Fucking fantastic," she says with a smile, licking her lips. "You are so sweet."

"Oof, now I finally feel full," Val moans. She rubs her swollen round tummy and pats it. It's tight as a drum. Val burps. "Oh god, I'm such a pig," she giggles. "I'm stuffed."

"Are you sure?" You laugh.

"Maybe I should hook a hose up to a milkshake factory" you joke.

Val rubs her stomach and groans. "Yeah I'm sure, thanks for asking though. You're so sweet. Now let me do something for you." Val rolls over. Her legs swing over and dangle off the side of the couch. She arches her neck and shuffles over to you. Her long hair swings over her shoulder as she leans in.

"May I?"

You reach out and cup your hand around the back of her head. You pull her forward and gently press your lips against hers. Your first reaction is pure shock. Your mouth opens and it feels so fucking good. Every moment with her is like a first kiss all over again. It's everything.

She deepens the kiss and wraps her arms around your waist.

Val straddles you on the couch, pulling herself close. She's heavier than she looks, but you're loving every bit of contact. You feel her warmth, her heart beating in her chest, her full tummy pressing into yours. The movement lowers her and you feel every inch of her, soft skin on skin. Your hands grip her tightly as you move your faces together. Your tongues meet and dance and you both moan into each other.

Suddenly, your noses push apart. You laugh and look into her eyes.

"I missed you," she says.

"I missed you too," you admit.

"I have a question for you though."

"Okay."

"Do you think we'll still be together in five years?"

It's a serious question. "I'm sure of it," you say with absolute certainty.

"I sure hope so."

Your hands move up and down her back. You gently place them on her ass and dig your fingers into her cheeks. She exhales shakily.

"Me too," she says with a smile.

You lean in and kiss her again. The combination of passion, longing, and feeling fills your heart and you can't help but to feel that it's right.

The TV yaps in the background as your makeouts slow down. Val pulls back and looks down at you, "You're so sexy." She says.

"So are you."

She laughs at your complement.

You say, "This might be a bit of a buzzkill but my legs are getting a little numb. Also I'm basically entombed by the couch cushions here hah."

"Oh," she says. "Yeah. Right." She laughs.

She raises herself up and scoots over to the end of the couch.

Val smacks her lips. "Between the weed and the makeouts, I'm feeling pretty parched. I'm getting some water, you need any, lover boy?"

"Yeah, I could use some water."

"K. I'll be right back."

You watch her wiggle out of the cushions. You then lock your eyes on Val's rear and her shapely legs. Without even looking back, she pauses for a moment and gives her hips a little shimmy.

You immediately think of some raunchy things, but clear your mind. "Not tonight," you think to yourself. "But soon, for sure."

Val walks over to the kitchen and you listen as the faucet crackles.

Val comes back with two big glasses of water. She hands one to you, and you both start sipping.

The weed has worn off, and you check your watch.

"Omigosh, I didn't mean to keep you so late. You've got work tomorrow!" Val exclaims.

"Yeah. Don't worry about it. I'm not," you say. You shouldn't have any serious work the following day, but she needs the extra reassurance.

You say "Actually, somehow we didn't get to this while talking, but what do you do for work, Val?"

"Me?" She asks. "Nothing."

You frown slightly, confused by her answer. "You're not working at all?"

"Nope."

She waffles a bit, "Ok, I'm not employed in the traditional sense. But I trade stocks during the day to make my money."

Goddamn. So that's what she's been doing while you were in college. Smart, rich, hot, wants to get fat - this girl has it all!

"Well. That sounds interesting," you say lamely.

She laughs, "It isn't, but I'm good at it. Trading also has a way of drawing you in when your money is on the line."

"I can imagine," you say. Then you smirk, "So if you're richer than I am, does that mean I still have to pay for dates?"

She laughs, and then touches your cheek. "You silly."

She leans in to kiss you. This time, her mouth tastes faintly of fizzy drinks somehow.

You take another whiff of her hair, then say your farewells and stagger back to your car. You take a long moment to grin to yourself in the driver's seat before finally driving off. The whole evening solidified into a perfect memory.

There's almost nobody on the road, which is good as you're imagining lewd fantasies about Val. In the midst of one particularly saucy scenario involving Val dressed as a succubus, you pull into your driveway. Your house looks pretty dark, it's not even all the way lit up. You could turn on some lights in the house to cheer it up, or you could just head to bed. You text Val to let her know you got home safely.

"Thank you for a lovely evening! I had a great time with you."

A couple minutes later, you get a reply, "Thank YOU for a great evening, Silly. My pleasure. See you again soon."

You finally strip off your work clothes, and notice that your cock is still standing on end. You decide to do something about that.

You head into the bathroom, then start stroking your cock, as you imagine Val bloating into obesity. You imagine that you're inside her, filling her with your hot load. You imagine her ass cheeks getting increasingly wider as you shove deeper into her. You stroke faster as your balls churn. You fixate on a fantasy of a massively fattened Val pinning you under her weight and sucking your cock. You keep stroking your cock, now imagining a blob-like fat version of Val slowly crushing the life out of you. You're not sure how much longer you can hold out. As your climax nears, you imagine Val taking your cock down her throat.

You cum. As you do so, you imagine your cum gushing down Val's throat and pumping into her stomach. You collapse onto the floor when you finish, panting. That was intense. Your cock twitches and spurts just a little more as you imagine Val's gulping sounds, and visualize her licking her lips.

With your new fantasy over, you slowly pick yourself up and get ready for bed. You are exhausted by your long day, and drained by your release, you quickly doze off.

You sleep like a rock, your body and mind awash in a stew of happy chemicals.