Behind the scenes: Inspiration for "You're Going to Get Fat!" (Patreon)

Although my weight-gain stories are fictional, occasionally there's a nugget of truth behind them.   Usually, it's a general setting or character trait that weaves its way into the tale, but in the case of "You're Going to Get Fat!" the penultimate scene, its "climax" if you will, was lifted almost entirely from real life.  

I've never told this embarrassing story to anyone before today, but back in 9th grade I "finished" my Algebra final the same way as the story's protagonist.  I suck at math, Algebra in particular, so it was a stressful situation to begin with.  However, a couple of other things added fuel to my adolescent fire: One was the tight Wrangler jeans that were fashionable at the time.  The other was Brittany Adamson.

Brittany was a popular girl who sat in the next row.  She was cheerleader pretty and dumb as a stump (yet somehow still better at Algebra than I was) and had put on a good 20 pounds that semester.  She was a continual source of distraction for me (not that it took much for my mind to wander during math) and her position relative to mine--one row over, one chair up--allowed me to ogle with relative impunity.  

She wore these short denim skirts that were also in fashion at the time.  Our school had a dress code that shorts and skirts needed to be within 4" of the knee and, to be fair, hers probably were...in August.  However, they had gotten shorter as the rest of Brittany had grown wider.  (I suspect school staff noticed, but were loathe to call her out for attire that had been approved a few months earlier.)  She may have been a peach to start the year, but by the end of the semester was becoming a pear--and her shorter skirts revealed thighs that, while not quite thunderous, certainly weren't lightening.

We both had a habit of bouncing our legs compulsively during tests, but while mine were appropriately "wrangled" Brittany's bobbed about untethered.  Her thighs had gone from tanned and tone to pale and pasty in just a few months...and God did they ever jiggle.  They would shimmy and shake with the slightest movement and, whenever she stopped fidgeting, would spread like dough against her hardwood seat, obscuring it entirely.  It wasn't long before I'd abandoned the figures on the page in favor of focusing on the one kitty-corner from me.    

Ultimately, all those denominators added up to my exploding during the middle of my final.  Thankfully, nobody noticed (God bless sturdy denim!).  Even better, so relaxing and satisfying was the experience that I was able to refocus and salvage my grade somewhat.  It still wasn't great, but I passed the class and avoided summer school...

Which gave me more opportunities to ogle Brittany at her summer job: McDonald's cashier!  But that, as they say, is a story for another time :).  

Maverick