Stacey had always been petite, just 55 kilograms. Her delicate frame and natural beauty were part of what made her so captivating. But everything began to shift when Johnson entered our lives. It started with my confession of my deeply rooted fantasy—something I had kept to myself for years. At first, Stacey was skeptical, unsure of how this could ever fit into our marriage. But seeing how much it meant to me, she let go of her doubts, believing it might bring us closer.

Stacey's hesitation lingered when Johnson came into the picture, but his undeniable charm gradually broke through. He was attentive and confident and made her feel seen and desired in a way I hadn’t noticed before. I watched as their conversations grew longer, their laughs more radiant. Subtle changes began to surface—her posture around him became more relaxed, her smiles brighter. It wasn’t long before their connection deepened, and I could see that Johnson was no longer just her bull; he was becoming more, exactly, I would say, a boyfriend.

One evening, as we sat in the living room, Johnson casually showed her photos on his phone. “Look at this transformation,” he said, swiping through images of curvy pornstars. “Doesn’t she look amazing?”

Stacey leaned closer, curious. “Wow, that’s quite a change. But isn’t that all just surgery?”

Johnson shook his head, smiling. “Not always. With the right diet and workouts, you can achieve this naturally. Honestly, Stacey, you’ve got the perfect frame for it. You’d look incredible with a little more weight in the right places.”

She laughed nervously. “You really think so?”

“Absolutely,” he replied, his tone sincere. “You’re beautiful now, but imagine enhancing what you already have. It’d be stunning.”

That night, Stacey brought it up to me. “Robert, do you think I should consider it? Gaining a little weight, like Johnson said?”

I hesitated, unsure how to respond. “If it’s something you want to do, Stacey, then I’ll support you. It’s your body, your choice.”

Her eyes lit up. “You wouldn’t mind?”

“Of course not,” I said, forcing a smile. “As long as it makes you happy.”

From that moment, Johnson took charge. He brought protein-rich foods to our house and introduced Stacey to new workout routines focused on building curves. He would sit with her on the couch, showing her more photos and videos of transformations, constantly encouraging her. “You’re already gorgeous, Stacey. This is just the next level,” he’d say, his voice dripping with admiration.

As the weeks went by, I noticed the changes. Stacey began to enjoy the process, especially the attention she was getting. “I’ve never had so many compliments at work,” she told me one evening, spinning in front of the mirror. “It’s kind of fun being noticed like this.”

I nodded, though a part of me missed the old her. Still, I didn’t say anything. Over the next year and a half, she gained over 25 kilograms (55 pounds), and her weight is now around 80 kilograms. She looked striking, almost like a pornstar, and the attention she received during our outings was humungous.

“We need to go shopping again,” Stacey grinned one afternoon. “Nothing fits anymore.”

I was the one who always helped her with shopping, but it was usually Johnson and Stacey who would go out wearing her new clothes on their dates.

Johnson chimed in, “And don’t forget new lingerie for our special nights.”

I nodded, swallowing my unease. Their bond had deepened, and their dynamic during date nights often left me feeling like the third wheel. Sometimes, we’d all go together to nearby towns where we didn’t know anyone. During those times, they acted like a couple while I took on the usual role of a good friend tagging along with a loving pair.

Stacey and I were both 5’6”, and I weighed about 60 kilograms. But Johnson’s solid 90 kilograms at 5’9” and Stacey’s new 80-kilogram frame made them look more like a perfect pair.

One evening at dinner, I tried to voice my concerns. “Stacey, you look amazing, but maybe it’s time to stop. You don’t need to gain any more weight.”

She glanced at Johnson, her eyes playful. “That’s right—I should stop.”

He smiled, adding more chicken to her plate. “I think you’re perfect, but a little more wouldn’t hurt.”

I couldn’t hide my frustration. “Isn’t 80 enough? Doesn’t her transformation satisfy you?”

Johnson leaned back, his tone calm but deliberate. “The gym trainer says she could add another 10 kilos and look incredible.”

Stacey and I both stared at him in shock. “Ten more kilos?” she asked, her voice filled with curiosity and disbelief.

“Once I hit 90, that’ll be it,” Stacey said firmly, shaking her head. “I’m not going beyond that.”

“I’m 90,” Johnson countered with a raised brow. “Do I look odd?”

“No, of course not,” Stacey replied quickly, glancing at him thoughtfully. “But I don’t want to weigh more than you.”

“Fair enough,” he said with a casual shrug. “Once we’re equal, you can stop.”

I sighed, feeling like I was watching a game I couldn’t influence. “Is this a competition now?” I muttered under my breath.

Stacey laughed lightly, brushing off my comment. “It’s not a competition—it’s just a goal.”

Johnson smirked. “Exactly. And goals are good for staying motivated.”

I had no choice but to go along with it. Stacey seemed determined, and Johnson’s influence over her was undeniable. She could only gain another three kilos over the next two months, reaching 83.

But during a weigh-in one afternoon, we made a surprising discovery. Johnson had also gained weight, now tipping the scales at 94 kilograms.

“Wait, what?” Stacey exclaimed, her brow furrowing. “You’ve gained weight too?”

My suspicions flared, and I couldn’t help but ask, “Johnson, have you been eating more on purpose?”

He grinned mischievously, making no effort to deny it. “Just trying to stay ahead.”

Stacey frowned, realization dawning as she crossed her arms. “You’re making it harder for me to stop, right?”

“Not intentionally,” he said, feigning innocence with a shrug. “But if it bothers you, let’s make a deal.”

Her eyes narrowed. “What kind of deal?”

“If you reach 90 in the next three months, then you can stop. No more nudges from me.”

It was a daunting challenge, and I could see Stacey weighing the idea in her mind. Her body was already showing signs of strain, with faint stretch marks appearing on her curves. Yet, the determination in her eyes was undeniable.

“I love challenges,” she said, her voice steady as she scooped more food onto her plate.

I watched in stunned silence. They were locked in their own world, and I could only hope this “goal” didn’t take things too far.

Over the next few months, Stacey pushed herself harder than ever. Gym sessions became brutal, with targeted exercises to ensure the weight was distributed to the "right places." Her meals grew larger, and her determination only seemed to strengthen.

The day of reckoning finally arrived. She stepped on the scale, holding her breath. The number flashed: 90 kilograms.

“I did it,” she said, laughing triumphantly, her eyes sparkling with pride. She turned to Johnson. “Are you happy now?”

Johnson immediately pulled her into a tight hug, his face lighting up. “More than happy. You’re incredible.”

I stayed silent for a moment, watching their bond deepen. When Johnson weighed in later, the scale tipped at 96 kilograms. A pang of unease crept in as I realized how much more they looked like the couple in the relationship.

Stacey and I found ourselves alone that night, her energy still high from her victory. As she took charge in the cowgirl position, I could feel every bit of her new weight pressing down on me. She moved with a confidence I hadn’t seen before, her strong muscles amplifying each motion. I struggled to bear her, my body straining under her movements, but I couldn’t bring myself to say anything. It was overwhelming, yet somehow, I held on.

Afterward, drenched in sweat and exhaustion, I broke the silence as we lay side by side. “I’m glad this is finally the end of it. You’re at 90 now. It’s done.”

She turned to me, her face illuminated by the soft glow of the bedside lamp. Her lips curled into a teasing giggle. “End? Robert, I’ll always be 90 now. You’ve lost that petite wife forever.”

I hesitated, searching for the right words. Her transformation had been drastic, but the fire in her eyes glistened with confidence and joy. “I think I can live with that,” I finally said, brushing a strand of hair from her face.

She laughed softly, resting her head on my chest. “Good, because I’ve never felt more like myself. This is who I am now.”

I wrapped my arms around her, still trying to process it all. Stacey had changed in ways I never imagined, and while part of me missed her past figure, I couldn’t deny her happiness—or the strength she now radiated.

A few weeks later, Johnson left the country for a business trip. One quiet evening, Stacey leaned into me with a playful glint in her eyes.

“Robert, can I ask you something?”

“Of course,” I replied, intrigued by her tone.

She hesitated momentarily, biting her lip as if deciding how to phrase her thoughts. “Would you be all right if I wanted to surprise Johnson when he returns?”

“What kind of surprise?” I asked cautiously, already sensing where this might lead.

Her excitement bubbled through as she leaned closer. “Like... what he’s always wanted.”

“Stacey, he’s always wanted you to gain weight. Are you talking about that again?”

She nodded, her voice dropping to a near whisper. “I don’t know why, but I’m thinking about it. What if I hit a century—just once in my life? Could you imagine his face when he sees me again? After months apart, I’d weigh more than him.”

Her eyes sparkled with anticipation, and the idea thrilled her. But I couldn’t ignore my growing concerns. “Stacey, you’re already at 90. That’s a big milestone. Do you really want to push it even further?”

She shrugged, her excitement undeterred. “It’s just an idea. I think it could be fun—something unforgettable for him.”

I sighed, trying to steady my voice. “You know I can’t hold you in the cowgirl position anymore, right? That’s... our favorite.”

Her face fell slightly, the realization catching her off guard. “Wait, you mean...?”

“I just can’t handle it anymore,” I admitted, guilt tightening my chest. “You’ve gotten so much stronger, and I just don’t think I can keep up.”

For a moment, she was silent, processing my words. Then, her lips slowly curled into a sly smile. “Isn’t that something that turns you on, though? Me gaining more weight for my boyfriend... and in the process, us losing our favorite position?”

Her words struck like a bolt of electricity. I froze, my thoughts spinning in a whirlwind of desire, confusion, and surrender. The playful glint in her eyes didn’t waver as she studied my reaction.

I finally managed to speak, my voice barely audible. “I don’t know how to answer that.”

She laughed softly, brushing her fingers against my cheek. “You don’t have to. I think I already know.”

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