Filling Out 3

It didn't take too much longer for Kyle and Rachael to officially become a couple. After all, they already spent so much time together that the decision to be boyfriend and girlfriend was merely the formal recognition of what had existed for some time. Most of their floormates shared the sentiment voiced by Andrea: "It's about damn time!"

Rachael and Kyle felt the same way. Now that they were together it seemed impossible that they had ignored their feelings for each other for so long. Well, Kyle at least felt that way. It hadn't taken Rachael long to figure out that she was attracted to the diminutive freshman. She was just glad that he'd finally manned up and expressed his own feelings for her. Both of them were relieved to have the slightly awkward ordeal of getting their true feelings in the open behind them. That meant they could focus on having fun together as a couple.

That fun included all the usual making out, hand holding, and other wonderfully mundane things that make up a college relationship. However, Kyle and Rachael continued to have their very unordinary meals together now that they were a couple. However, for whatever reason, Kyle was finding his progress coming at a slower pace now that he'd gained a whopping five pounds. It seemed that the needle on his scale barely moved, yet he was still eating the same as he had been before.

"It's funny. Usually they say getting in a relationship means you stop caring about your figure because you've found acceptance from another human being," Rachael observed, "For most people, that means that they gain weight. I guess you stop gaining weight."

"But I'm trying!" Kyle said with exasperation.

"I know," Rachael said sympathetically as she hugged Kyle, his body tiny by comparison against her jiggling bulk and towering height, "We'll just have to step up what you're eating. I'll be there the whole way to help you."

Kyle always enjoyed being hugged by Rachael and it never failed to jolt him out of a bad mood, like was the case here. Rachael had certainly not stopped gaining weight since the beginning of their relationship. She was bigger and softer than ever. Now that she was his girlfriend, Kyle got to snuggle his body against Rachael whenever he wanted—and that was pretty much all the time. He especially liked embracing Rachael when they were both standing. Her height plus his shortness meant that Kyle's face was exactly at the level of Rachael's breasts and he never missed an opportunity to bury his face in them during their private moments. If Rachael minded, she never let a word of complaint slip from her lips. In fact, Kyle never saw the fact that Rachael always had a smile on her face when Kyle nuzzled up against her bouncing boobies.

With his girlfriend at his side cheering him on, Kyle continued his quest to bulk up with renewed vigor. Kyle put more and more onto his trays during his daily trips to the dining hall with Rachael, determined to get bigger. A side effect of this was that Rachael too was eating more during their meals together. Nobody knew for sure whether or not Rachael consciously realized that she was filling her plates with more food, but it was happening all the same. While Kyle struggled to pack on the pounds, Rachael was expanding with even greater rapidity than before. She'd been forced a while ago to purchase some new clothes as the old ones no longer had a chance of fitting comfortably. However, Rachael was beginning to find her new, larger wardrobe to be a tight fit as well. Her jeans were giving her a muffin top (though to be fair she was sporting a rather nice one even without the assistance of her pants) and her shirts were threatening to fall short of covering her bulging belly, which was now more of a fledgling gut than a belly. It was a spare tire of chub that couldn't be hidden or minimized even if Rachael had wanted to do so.

The rest of her was bigger as well. She'd had to break down and get a larger bra thanks to the fact that some of her weight gain had finally materialized on her already mouthwatering bosom. Rachael's thighs now kissed each other every time she took a step and her rump wiggled back and forth seductively as she moved. Though he'd known Rachael for almost two months now, Kyle felt like he'd only been acquainted with her bountiful booty a short time and always took advantage of any chance to admire it. Knowing that her boyfriend liked it, Rachael never hesitated to give Kyle ample opportunities to do so.

Slowly but surely, Kyle's weight was indeed creeping upwards. Sometimes it seemed like an excruciatingly slow process, but sure enough the needle on the scale ticked upwards at a snail's pace. Kyle might have despaired had Rachael not been there along the way to encourage him at every step.

Of course, Kyle seemed to forget about his weight gaining woes whenever he watched his girlfriend scarf down food in his presence. Though it should have dismayed Kyle as he watched Rachael pile on the pounds without blinking while it took a gargantuan effort for him to break through, somehow it never failed to make him smile.

***

"You know, Kyle was the last guy I would have thought you'd have wound up with," Andrea observed idly one day.

Rachael looked up from her textbook, a half eaten Nestle Crunch bar in her hand. "Why's that? Do you not like him?"

"Oh no no," Andrea said quickly, "It's just, well, you two didn't seem like you would…fit well together."

"You mean it's funny that I'm tall and he's short?" Rachael clarified.

"Well, yes," Andrea said, "I mean I know you like him, but I just never would have thought that you would have gotten together with someone so much shorter."

"I think we work very well together, both emotionally and physically," Rachael said, "We're definitely on the same wavelength and we really enjoy spending time with one another. Besides, there's something cute about him being so short."

"I suppose so. It just seems odd to me that you're so much taller than him and it works," Andrea said, "I guess I'd just be a little embarrassed by it if it were me."

"I just accept Kyle for who he is, as he is, and as short as he is and I just think he's great," Rachael said firmly, closing the discussion.

"Well that's all that matters, right?" Andrea said, "I didn't mean to try and belittle you guys or anything. Just wanted to mention it. I mean, it kind of feels like an elephant in the room."

"Don't sweat it. It's not like I go around talking about the fact that Jeff is a total nerd, do I?" Rachael said.

"Oh of course you don't. You just mention it about sixteen times a day," Andrea replied lightheartedly.

"Like I said, I barely mention it," Rachael said with an impish grin.

***

"So Kyle, I've got a question for you," Kyle's roommate, Young Park, said out of the blue.

"Yeah, what's that?" Kyle said, taking the earbuds out of his ears. He had been rocking out to Smashing Pumpkins as he had leafed through Moll Flanders, a book that was for all intents and purposes unreadable but one that his entry level writing lecturer thought he and everybody else in the class could not go on living life without having read.

"What's it like to date Rachael?" Young asked.

"Well, I don't have anything to compare it to, so I don't know how accurate I can be. It's fun, I know that for sure," Kyle said.

"I guess what my real question is what's it like to date someone so much taller than you?"

Kyle considered it for a moment, trying to figure out exactly what it was like. "I don't know. I guess I kind of like it. I mean, I know that girls aren't supposed to be taller than guys, especially in dating, but I pretty much don't have much choice in that. Honestly, it's not an issue with us. Rachael's just awesome, you know?"

"So you don't ever feel weird or anything?" Young inquired once more.

"No," Kyle said, "I don't. All I know is that Rachael's cool and we both like each other a lot."

"That's awesome. I'm glad to hear that," Young said, "Thanks."

Kyle returned to his reading. He knew that it was out of the ordinary that someone as tall as Rachael was dating someone as short as him. Though he had been painfully aware of that height difference in their early acquaintance for some reason it had faded away very quickly. Now he barely even thought about the vertical disparity between them. Though it seemed hard to ignore something so large, Kyle and Rachael's relationship had advanced beyond such a trivial thing as height and focused on more important things like how much they each cared for each other.

In fact, just thinking about all of this made Kyle feel like seeing Rachael. Though they both agreed that they both needed personal time, especially since they lived across the hall from each other, they dropped in on one another a fair amount. Kyle snapped his book shut and took all of five steps from his bed to Rachael's door where his knock was promptly answered.

"Do you know anything about Moll Flanders?" Kyle asked after Racahel opened the door.

"No," Rachael said.

"Trust me when I say that you're better off for it," Kyle said, "Mind if I come over and chill?"

"You're in luck. I was just about to study for econ. You can help," Rachael said. Andrea was out at the moment, probably off cavorting with Jeff in some sort of activity that involved alcohol.

"Woo hoo!" Kyle said with mock enthusiasm, "I just love studying, especially econ!"

"Well we'd better since we've got a midterm coming up in a couple days," Rachael said with a sigh, "You know, if it wasn't for this test thing, college would be totally awesome."

"Yeah. This whole accountability thing sucks," Kyle said as he threw himself down on Rachael's bed next to her, nuzzling gently against her warm, soft body, "Too bad it couldn't actually be fun."

A light suddenly went off in Rachael's head. "Maybe it if there was some incentive it could be…"

Kyle recognized a sparkle in Rachael's eye when he saw one. It usually meant that she was feeling particularly frisky at the moment and he wasn't completely sure that wasn't the case now. "Something tells me you just got an idea," Kyle stated.

"How would you feel about maybe engaging in a little wager related to this Thursday's midterm in Econ?" Rachael asked, her eyes still glinting.

"What sort of wager are we talking about?" Kyle asked with interest.

"Oh, just a friendly one. Like if I get a higher score on the midterm you have to cook me the most delicious dinner I can think of," Rachael said.

"As long as you don't whip out Julia Child's cookbook, I think I could handle that," Kyle said after rubbing his chin in consideration, "But if I get a better score, you'd have to…let's see, what's a comparable reward for me? Ah! I've got it! If I win, then you have to pay for dessert at Perfect Endings—no matter what I get."

Perfect Endings was a nearby restaurant that sold only desserts and was considered one of the best places near campus. It was also one of the most expensive restaurants of its kind in the area. Rachael considered the prospect for a moment. "That's a pricy wager there. I'll agree to it, but only if you agree to not only cook whatever I want for dinner, but also throw in an absolutely sinful devil's food cake for dessert with vanilla ice cream from Sequoia and real hot fudge."

"Deal," Kyle said without hesitation.

"Then it's on," Racahel said as they shook hands to seal the bet.

"Oh you have no idea, Welch," Kyle said.

All of a sudden there was a great deal more at stake than just a grade riding on this midterm.

***

Kyle and Rachael studied almost nonstop for the next two days. All of their spare time was spent going over notes from lecture, reviewing assigned textbook readings, even looking at the homework problems they'd been assigned to try and divine what would be on the exam. They were both so absorbed in their friendly competition that they didn't even have meals together, not wanting to let their romance get in the way of studying. When the day of the exam came, they both eyed each other from across the lecture hall, daring the other to just try to do better.

After the exam, Rachael was a picture of supreme confidence. As the class filed out outside, she came up next to Kyle and said, "So, how'd it go? I bet that number 17 really threw you, didn't it?"

"It was tough," Kyle conceded casually.

"Well the answer was D," Rachael said, "And I got it. Just you wait until our scores come back next week. You better start practicing your cooking in your spare time."

"We'll see about that," Kyle remarked casually.

When the tests were finally returned, Rachael and Kyle had to retrieve theirs from different parts of the room since they came from opposite ends of the alphabet. When Rachael got her exam, she was nearly giddy with joy and she rushed over to Kyle.

"Booya! 94%! Read it and weep!" Rachael gloated.

"Oh ho ho," Kyle said as he held up his own exam for Rachael to see, "What's this? 94% too? Well, looks like we have a tie there little Miss Overconfident!"

"No way!" Rachael said as she grabbed the test. Sure enough, Kyle was telling the truth. They'd both gotten exactly the same score.

"So what do we do now?" Kyle asked.

Rachael pondered for a moment. "Well, I guess there's only one thing to do…"

***

Three days later, Kyle and Rachael had monopolized Morland Hall's kitchen and were cooking up a storm. The compromise that the pair had settled on was that they would both help make a decadent feast for them to share and a chocolate cheesecake from Perfect Endings was purchased jointly for dessert (though that hadn't stopped Rachael from including a raspberry sauce in their plans since they were already cooking).

They'd both taken a jaunt to the local supermarket early in the morning to buy ingredients for their feast, which had been painstakingly planned the day before. For starters, there was to be a tomato bisque soup that would be relatively simple to do. Then they would proceed to a fresh, leafy salad with tomatoes, top grade croutons, cucumber, bits of bacon, and topped off with generous helpings of bleu cheese. For the main dish, Rachael had gotten her mother to send along her patented recipe for chicken cordon bleu, one of Rachael's favorite meals. Baked potatoes—the largest Kyle and Rachael could find at the supermarket—with butter, chives, sour cream, cheese, and bacon would complement the main dish as well as broccoli generously covered in a four cheese blend. With the raspberry sauce for the chocolate cheese cake and more than generous portions all around, the meal promised to be quite a culinary delight.

Rachael could barely contain herself during the cooking of it as she inhaled the aroma of pure deliciousness. "This is why part of the bet was to have you cook this all," Rachael said to Kyle, "I'm going crazy because everything smells so good and I can't eat it yet because it's not done!" Kyle had to agree that it was a very sadistic torture indeed.

Eventually, everything was done. In stages they whisked their dishes upstairs to Rachael's room. Andrea had graciously vacated their dorm room for the evening to allow Kyle and Rachael to enjoy their special dinner together. "You two have fun. Save me some cheesecake, would you?" Andrea had asked Rachael before leaving.

"You wish!" Rachael laughed, "You'll be lucky if there are crumbs left for you! Go get your own cheesecake."

It was obvious that the idea was more than a little tempting for Andrea as she departed to meet with Jeff.

As Kyle brought the baked potatoes up, it looked like everything was complete for their dinner. Tin foil was keeping some of the items insulated so it wouldn't go cold while they ate the first portions of the meal. However, it wasn't going to take two determined eaters like Kyle and Rachael long to power through the appetizers.

"Looks like we've got everything," Kyle said.

"I think—oh, wait, we're missing the raspberry sauce. Would you be a dear and get it?" Rachael asked.

"Sure, no problem," Kyle said and he bolted off down the hall to retrieve their accompaniment for an already delicious dessert. When he returned to the dorm room, he nearly dropped the whole thing in shock.

In his absence, Rachael had shed her clothes and was now standing in nothing but a pure, white bikini. The only word to describe her was resplendent. Her body was one smooth curve that undulated in and out—but mostly out. The bikini cut into Rachael's flab wherever it met skin, giving the impression that the bikini was probably a little tighter than it should have been. Her large, heavy, inviting breasts were supported by the sturdy top, giving them a delicious roundness that made Kyle want to reach out and squeeze them. Rachael's spare tire of a stomach rolled forward, hanging ponderously over the waistband of her bikini bottom, slightly obscuring the bulge forward between her thighs. Love handles spilled over on each side, only increasing the impression that perhaps she should have chosen a slightly larger bikini. It was the first time that Kyle had ever seen Rachael's vast gut completely uncovered and it was like a giant, jiggling, fleshy mound of dough that required kneading and massaging. Rachael's thighs exploded out from beneath the bikini as two wobbling tree trunks of fat that rubbed up against each other softly. To fully showcase the fit of her swimsuit, Rachael spun around to give Kyle a look at her ass, which must have stuck out behind her a good couple inches. Even from such a simple movement it swayed seductively from side to side. Each of her cheeks stood out sharply against the back of her bikini bottom and a little hint of each poked out from underneath the ivory fabric.

"I thought that since we already got a perfect ending, maybe you might like me in the perfect attire for a feast like this?" Rachael said coyly as she turned back around to face Kyle.

It took Kyle three seconds to get his mouth working properly, seeing as he had dislodged his jaw from its socket when it hit the ground. "Ummm…yeah, I think that'll do pretty well," Kyle said.

"Well good because I'm starving and I don't want everything to get cold!" Rachael said.

They fell to their meal immediately, relishing each course on its own terms. However, that didn't mean that they took their sweet time with them. The pair was ravenous from having been immersed in the tortuously mouthwatering smells of the kitchen for the last few hours. The dishes in front of them disappeared with surprising speed and the next course was served up almost immediately on the heels of the preceding clean plates.

Throughout the entire meal, Rachael constantly exclaimed how good everything tasted. "This is absolutely delicious!" "Mmmmmm! That is heavenly!" "Oh my God! Kyle, these potatoes are incredible!" "This has got to be the best meal I've had since moving in." "Are you going to finish that? Can I have it?" and other such utterances.

When they finally moved to the heavily anticipated cheesecake, the richness of the food had all but stuffed Kyle to his limit, even though the portions were smaller than what he'd been eating with Rachael at the dining hall. There, the food was decent, but it had nothing on the gourmet spread that he and Rachael had whipped up for themselves tonight. His taste buds couldn't handle flavor of this magnitude. That only made him all the more surprised by the fact that Rachael was carving up a very large slice of the chocolate cheesecake for herself and pouring raspberry sauce all over it. The slice looked like it was about a sixth of the cheesecake. Kyle couldn't even handle a slice half the size of Rachael's.

Rachael enjoyed the cheesecake with the same deliberativeness that she'd displayed on their night out at Wendy's. She truly relished each bite, letting the flavors meld on her tongue in delicious combination.

"This is one of the best things I've ever had to eat," Rachael raved between bites, "Good call on dessert. I am totally going back to Perfect Endings to try everything on the menu now. They may be expensive but damn! They're worth it!"

Kyle barely finished his slice of cheesecake, only to see that Rachael had already cut herself another one, equal in size to her first slice. Kyle could only watch in awe as Rachael neatly devoured her second helping and cut a third one for herself. When Rachael finally sat back, contentedly massaging her belly, she had consumed half a cheesecake on top of a prodigious and delicious dinner and Kyle had no idea how she'd done it.

He didn't have much time to think it over either. As he admired Rachael's bloated body, stuffed to the gills with fatteningly decadent foods, he suddenly realized that he was incredibly sleepy. His stifled yawn didn't go unnoticed by Rachael.

"Lesson number twenty seven: after a big meal, the best thing to do is to just lay down and relax," Rachael said, "And lucky for us we've got a bed right here."

Kyle needed no further invitation. He was soon cuddled up with his girlfriend in her bed, her large, stuffed body playing the part of big spoon, surrounding him with such plushy softness that he soon drifted into a sound, warm, gentle sleep…

***

"Kyle, I'm so hungry."

Kyle was suddenly aware of Rachael sitting up, cradling her tummy with a pout on her face. She was still clad in her white bikini, which frankly looked like it was being strained a little too much by Rachael's fat form. Kyle could almost swear that Rachael had gotten even fatter from that dinner than she had been before.

"Really?" Kyle asked.

"I'm starving! I feel like I haven't eaten anything in days," Rachael said, "In fact, I'm so weak that I can't even get up to get something to eat. Would you bring me something to eat?"

Kyle went over to Rachael's mini fridge and pulled out the remnants of the chocolate cheesecake from their dinner the night before. He grabbed a fork and brought it over to Rachael.

"Oh Kyle, could you do me another huge favor? I'm feeling so hungry I don't know if I've got the energy to even bring the food to my mouth. Could you feed me? Pretty please?"

Kyle hesitated, but then decided he might as well just go ahead and do it. He sidled up to Rachael's reclining form and began to carefully bring forkfuls of cheesecake to her lips.

"Mmmmm…munch that's so munch delicious," Rachael said between bites of cheesecake, "You're munch the munch best Kyle."

Almost before he knew it, the entire cheesecake was gone. Kyle looked down at the bare plate in shock and surprise. She'd eaten the whole thing in what had felt like the blink of an eye!

"Ohhhh…I'm still so hungry," Rachael moaned, "Go check my cubby of snacks and bring me something."

Kyle hastened over to the aforementioned cubby, which somehow he'd never noticed in Rachael's room before. Opening it up, there were enough chocolate chip cookies for an army, cupcakes galore, and all sorts of deliciously sinful delights.

"Oh, don't forget the ice cream in the fridge!" Rachael said, "But we can start with the cookies."

Kyle came back with an armful of cookies and cupcakes and soon began to feed them to an eagerly waiting Rachael. She was almost inhaling the food that Kyle brought to her eagerly expectant mouth. Munch munch munch.

"Kyle you're the best boyfriend ever!" Rachael moaned with near-ecstatic rapture. Munch munch munch.

"More more more!" Rachael demanded. Kyle gladly obliged. Munch munch munch.

And then everything Kyle had brought over to Rachael was gone. She'd eaten it all—and she looked like she had as well. Rachael seemed to be getting bigger with each treat. No, she was getting bigger. Rachael's breasts had ballooned into even more massive melons than before. Her hips had expanded into the size of a bus tire and her thighs were so thick that to even attempt to move would have caused them to chafe together constantly. Rachael's arms were even getting flabby, her fingers and toes become sausage-like digits with their own cute layer of pudge encasing them. But dwarfing everything was Rachael's enormous gut. It was a huge sea of flab that poured onto Rachael's thighs for support, sagging down in every direction, completely at the will of gravity. Though it was somewhat firm, there was obviously, amazingly, more room in it still.

"I'm still hungry Kyle! Ice cream! Ice cream!" Rachael demanded urgently.

Inside the fridge Kyle found an unopened gallon tub of chocolate ice cream waiting. He lugged it over to Rachael's side and was soon spooning its creamy frozen delight into his gigantic girlfriend's mouth.

"Mmmm…Kyle, slurp. I'm beginning to get slurp full. Give me a slurp belly massage to make room!" Rachael said breathlessly.

Kyle immediately began using his free hand to rub, knead, and massage Rachael's malleable gut. He could almost lose his hand in the folds of Rachael's prodigious stomach with its seemingly infinite capacity for food. Yet never did his other hand slack in transporting chocolaty goodness into Rachael's mouth.

"Yessssss, yessssss," Rachael moaned, "Oh Kyle slurp tell me how much you love me!"

"I love you more than any other girl I've ever known," Kyle said as he fed Rachael more and more chocolate ice cream, "You're the best thing that's ever happened to me Rachael."

"Tell me how slurp hot I am."

"You are the hottest girl at Redwood. Other girls wish they were as hot as you. They're envious of how hot you are."

"And Kyle slurp tell me how fat I am."

"You are so, so fat. You're a fatty. I bet you'd walk with a huge waddle. I bet you couldn't even get off this bed if you tried. That's how fat you are. You'd just flail your little fat legs helplessly and then realize that you're so fat you don't care if you ever get up again. You just want to sit here and keep eating so you can be an even fatter fatty. You're just like a little fat piggy. That's what you are. You're a fat piggy. You're the hottest fat piggy in the entire world. I bet you're so fat you'd break into a sweat waddling across the room, that's how fat you are. You're so fat that they probably don't even make clothes that can fit your big fat body anymore."

It was true. Rachael had grown absolutely immense in just the time that Kyle had been feeding her. She wasn't just fat—she was obese. And getting bigger…and bigger…and bigger before his very eyes, blowing up getting larger and larger, making Kyle even smaller against her titanic size.

"Kyle, I think…" Rachael said.

He soon saw what Rachael was going to say. Her bikini had been stretched to the breaking point. Only bare threads were causing it to hang on now. Any second now it would explode into a million pieces and Rachael would be completely and utterly naked…

KAPLOW!

***

Kyle's eyes fluttered open suddenly. He was panting and he found that he was sporting some serious wood as he lay facedown in Rachael's bed. Looking around the room, he realized that it had all been just a dream.

An incredible, wonderful, amazing dream…

Kyle's head was a typhoon of thoughts whizzing around. There was so much that he had to tell Rachael, so much that suddenly seemed so clear. Unfortunately it was going to have to wait a while. At the moment, Rachael was sleeping soundly on top of him, pinning him under her still considerable weight.

That was fine by Kyle. He snuggled in against his girlfriend and fell back to blissful sleep, hoping for another wonderful dream.