Soon after their first date, it became normal for Ritchie to hang out with Chrissie, especially because he owned a car, and she had sold hers. They'd go on drives whenever he could catch a break from work. He found out that the girl had been unemployed for some time now, and had to reluctantly move back to her parents' home. She was constantly fighting because she thought of herself as an adult, who made her own decisions, but they considered her a child, and that meant she'd have to listen to them.
That made his house the more adequate hang out place, especially because there they could have sex with loud music playing on speakers. After some time, it became clear to the boy that he wanted her to live there. The house was considerably simpler than her parents', it was small and kind of shabby, but she did not seem to mind. In fact she liked the way the sunlight looked on the wooden walls, she said.
Chrissie did not have many friends. During high school she was a popular cheerleader type, but she always enjoyed "weird music" as her friends put it, and it wasn't normal enough for them. Soon after they graduated she stopped being called to parties, and as most of them went on to college, she stayed behind. She managed to keep her healthy habits for some time, but it changed when she started dating her ex, and that only meant a few pounds for her. But with Ritchie, it took a turn for the worse.
They had been seeing each other for two months now, and it was becoming clear on her waistline that he could â really â cook. In fact, whenever she would go to Stu's, to wait for Ritchie, she would take the opportunity to grab a burger or two. She knew it was making her fat, she was not oblivious, but she always shrugged because of how good the food was and because Ritchie did not seem to mind. Nonetheless, she was in desperate need of new clothes. Her birthday was coming up, and Ritchie thought it would be nice to take her to the town's shopping mall and let her choose whatever she liked.
"This one looks nice," she said, picking up a pair of jeans.
"Thought you'd get something... black," Ritchie said, pointing at black jeans to the other side of the store.
"Mummy and daddy wouldn't approve," she pouted mockingly, "plus, I think these are the biggest they have."
"Hey, I told you, get something that you will like, so you can wear it when we're out. And when we get home I can take it off..."
She giggled and agreed, so she grabbed the biggest size of black jeans she could find. When she went to the fitting room, Ritchie looked as her large behind jiggled with every step. She was gaining weight quickly, and her hourglass-shaped body was now starting to fill up in the middle. Her big asscheeks still took the cake, but her belly had grown into something impressive, rounding nicely with big love handles on the sides. Her breasts had grown as well, and she was starting to wear more oversized t-shirts than anything else, too rapidly running out of bras. Because she was eating so much, and seemingly enjoying it, Ritchie kept on feeding her, as it seemed to him the bigger she got the hornier he would get. They rarely talked about her weight, and there seemed to be an understanding between the two that the boy liked her love handles. Mainly because of how he could barely keep his hands out of them during sex.
During her long stay in the fitting room, Chrissie was struggling to get the pants past her thighs, they looked soft but they sure could fill the biggest jeans size the store had. She was huffing so much that she started to sweat. Afraid she'd rip the pants she finally gave up, and taking them out was just a hassle as putting them on. She looked down tiredly after some time, and her point of view was only two big melon sized boobs and a layer of belly fat. She sighed and continued to take the pants out.
"It didn't fit, goddammit," she said to Ritchie, very frustrated, "this is the biggest size they have!" she said, bitterly loud, but trying to whisper with shame.