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With her appetite back, the title seemed like it was already in her pocket. Soon, competition day arrived. When Selina saw me, she froze. Her eyes quickly scanned the bead on my wrist before she blurted out, "Why haven't you gained any weight?" I raised an eyebrow at her. "Can't help it. I just don't gain weight easily." Her brow furrowed as she muttered continuously under her breath. "Impossible. Are there really people who don't gain weight..." Watching her question her entire existence, I smiled faintly. Of course there were not. Fat did not disappear. It was only transferred.

“Which means our baby is healthy.” His fingers caressed her belly with care, as if trying to send warmth and reassurance to the little life inside. “So don’t be afraid of gaining weight, my love. Whether you gain twenty or thirty kilos, you’ll still be the most beautiful woman in my eyes.” Cassandra felt her eyes sting. “You are and always will be the only woman I could ever love this deeply,” Caspian said quietly. “In the past, now, and in the future. No one will ever take your place.”

I couldn't believe that my wife's two hottest college friends were standing naked in front of me in our darkened living room. I also was naked, sitting on our couch. The only light was from the burning fireplace. My wife, Beth, stood smiling in the corner, wearing a sheer nightie, without a bra or panties. My 20-year sexual fantasy was about to come true! This great moment of unbelievable sex had started a year earlier. Beth, my wife, was concerned about how much weight I had gained and how I kept failing with all of my weight loss attempts.

The day before the start of a new semester, Gianna Sutton, my online girlfriend, tells me she lost me to her best friend in a dice game. I haven't even figured out what's going on when she suddenly adds me to the group chat with more than a hundred people. I notice the newly made announcement pinned to the top. "Congratulations to Natalia, our campus belle, for winning herself a 220-pound boyfriend!" Just then, someone posts a photo of me from high school. I am wearing an oversized uniform in the photo, my stomach pushing against the desk before me. I am so overweight that my eyes are barely visible. Those in the group chat immediately go wild. "That thing can't be human! It's clearly a

“I’ll weigh six hundred pounds by the end of the year.” He shakes his head and sips on a fresh cup of coffee. “You won’t. Your metabolism is much faster than a human’s. You’ll have to work very hard if you want to gain weight.” “Hm, or get pregnant I guess,” I say without thinking. Kane freezes. “Did you forget to reject my sperm or something?” He sounds very worried. I thought he wants children. Or maybe he just doesn’t want to have pups with me. “Relax. You reminded me before you fell asleep.”

she screamed okay before I replied to you, the rest of you, get back to work before you see yourself outside my building without a job. Andrew said then back to you. point of correction my finance is not a bitch ,then what do you expect me to do when the feeling isn't mutual. you liked me quite alright but I dint like you because you are arrogant, rude and you treat those around you like shit but my beautiful wife to be here is a complete opposite of you. I feel in love with her that very day you brought her into my office. I thought you knew. he said

As usual, she was completely unaware of the effect she had on either of us. Raiden barely talked to Atalanta during lunch, and neither did I; she was busy talking to Suzie or eating small bites of her food and sips of her drink. How long does it take for someone to gain weight? I wondered to myself. If Raiden keeps buying her this much food, how will she start to look? Does it matter? As long as she’s healthy, I guess. And she doesn’t seem healthy. Or happy. But happiness can be faked. Some days I’m fine, and other days I pretend to be fine. If I don’t pretend, either Raiden or his parents will start asking questions or make me take therapy again, and I have no interest in that.

As usual, she was completely unaware of the effect she had on either of us. Raiden barely talked to Atalanta during lunch, and neither did I; she was busy talking to Suzie or eating small bites of her food and sips of her drink. How long does it take for someone to gain weight? I wondered to myself. If Raiden keeps buying her this much food, how will she start to look? Does it matter? As long as she’s healthy, I guess. And she doesn’t seem healthy. Or happy. But happiness can be faked. Some days I’m fine, and other days I pretend to be fine. If I don’t pretend, either Raiden or his parents will start asking questions or make me take therapy again, and I have no interest in that.

And I felt bad for deceiving her, for not being honest with her about my feelings. But I couldn't help the way I felt. I couldn't help but think about Sophia, about the way she made me feel. And I couldn't help but smile whenever I thought about her. As the weeks turned into months, I found myself falling deeper and deeper into my fantasy world. I would imagine Sophia and me together, laughing and joking and exploring the city. I would imagine us holding hands, kissing, and making love. And I would smile, smile whenever I thought about these things. I would smile, and I would feel happy, and I would feel alive.

I glance at my reflection in the dirty glass where there is a peeling poster stuck on the other side of a half-naked woman, bending over. Choppy, brown hair and green eyes, I barely have any baby fat left in my cheeks at seventeen. Boys my age always call me hot. Men, older than me, call me alluring. I make sure never to be alone with either. My chest needs a little more growing, but I’m curvy enough. I can easily pass as nineteen, twenty, or—maybe with a little makeup—twenty-two. I look back at the empty stretch of road. I hate Texas with a vengeance. If I have it my way, I’ll never come back here. And if things work out the way I’m planning, I’ll never have to.