Accepting of Fate by TheFlamingHades14 Kate knew that she was doomed from the moment that she started dating Mark. It was not the kind of demise that most women worry about when they are meeting a new young man who seems too good to be true. He wasn’t that kind of tall and handsome fellow who you had to worry about being a serial killer, being into bondage, who possessed some innate terrible character flaw, was abusive, or even had some bizarre outlandish fetish that she wouldn’t be able to handle. No, that wasn’t a concern with Mark. She knew that he was a good guy, even maybe a great guy. It wasn’t like she hadn’t known him for years, for in fact she had. They had grown up in the same town, gone to high school together and even gone to the same big state school for college. It would have been difficult to classify their relationship as anything more than passing acquaintances as she had never been a member of the track and cross country teams in high school, a cheerleader / gymnast herself. Her body never had exactly lent her to being a runner / sprinter, with big perky 34DDDs floating on her chest, and her squat 5’2 frame not giving her much of a stride, so she had never been in the same circles as Mark in high school. College, was no different, with a school of 30,000 students it was rare that they ever bumped into each other, if at all. However, even in their vastly different worlds, her occasional Facebook exploring had made one thing oh so apparent about Mark and his relationships: all of the women wound up fat. Sure, the degree to which they put on weight would vary, but the end result was the same for every girl he was with in both high school and college. It didn’t matter if they were an athlete, a fit co-ed or already predisposed to weight gain, they always grew and grew. A perfect 6/6 for the women he had dated, not counting the impact he’d probably had on flings and friends of his ex-girlfriends and those rare flings. He was bad news to any female’s waistline. The most recent example had come from a senior adventure by the name of Tiffany. She had been positively stunning at 5’7 with long lean legs that she had loved to flaunt in her yoga pants, a taunt stomach and bulbous behind that had almost caused a few car accidents and certainly earned more than a few men a slap in the face by their girlfriend after she had walked by. Tiffany, with her hair almost always in a ponytail and the gym attire serving as almost a natural second skin, was practically the epitome of fitness, youthful energy and vibrancy. They had started dating around September of senior year. By Halloween, Mark had already somehow tamed that fitness and health nut and her once very slutty and seductive cat woman outfit that used to wonderfully highlight her derriere now highlighted how she was rapidly softening. Her backside that was once so fit and toned already jiggled as the still impressive spheres strained every inch of her outfit’s sexual design. By Christmas, her old sexy Mrs. Claus outfit from junior year was easily four sizes too small and couldn’t even contain her rapidly inflating spare tire or newly developed D cups from her former pert Bs. By early March, the relationship was over. It had been one of the most difficult decisions of her life, but Tiffany had to break up with Mr. Right before she couldn’t get out of her bedroom. At the rate she had been gaining, that frightfully didn’t seem like it was too far away, having tipped 175 on the scales and serving as her wake up call. To Kate’s knowledge and Facebook stalking ability, as well as what she had gathered from friends of friends, Tiffany was still struggling to lose weight, eight months later. A woman who had only a year ago been a goddess of fitness, now a sad out of shape blob and a far cry from her former self. As Kate sat there one evening at the bar back in her home town, her bountiful cleavage shamelessly on display in the hopes of attracting some kind of the right attention, he pulled up next to her and smoothly started conversation. That conversation turned into another drink and before Kate knew it, she had fallen into the same trap as all of the other women who ever engaged with Mark had. He was just so genuinely nice, charming, handsome and in great shape. There was no flaw in his attack and she now understood what each of those other women had seen in him. It also didn’t hurt that he was financially well off and had a very stable, well-paying job. But as Kate stared in the mirror a week later, getting ready for a date with Mr. Perfect, butterflies already swirling in her stomach, she tried to put some extra waves and curls into flowing light brown hair to calm her but she couldn’t help but feel like she was doomed. She knew that she was going to fall madly for him, that he was exactly what she wanted in a man and that if she could lock him down, she would live a happy life. It was just the cost of landing with him than she would have to make peace where the others could not. At least to her advantage, she already knew what was in store unlike the ignorant beauties before her. Kate unconsciously brushed her hands down her top, feeling her flat stomach from years of cheerleading and diligent hours at the gym, always overshadowed by her favorite feature in her perky 34 DDDs that really helped her 5’2 figure stand out. While she knew those had always been her main attraction, she was most proud of her muscular legs and well-toned behind that, while nowhere near as substantial, she felt had always been equally impressive in their illustrious shape and her jeans and heeled boots did everything to help highlight that. Would giving up all of this be worth it? It certainly didn’t take a genius to figure out that with her short stature and illustrious bust, had she not worked out diligently for years, she could potentially balloon so rapidly that she’d struggle to even keep buying clothing that fit. But only time would tell. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Perhaps her metabolism had been better than she thought. Maybe it was the fact that she did her best to still frequent the gym and maintain her fit physique, or perhaps Mark simply hadn’t been the true influence on all those other ladies’ rapid weight gain, but she was now six months into dating him and she’d hardly put on a pound. It was a feat that a long distance runner, two fitness junkies, two seductive sirens and one voluptuous young woman (the one you’d have expected to balloon just based on her natural softness and wonderful physique) had all failed to achieve. Sure, some of them may have been more likely to gain than others, but even the woman who used to run 60 miles a week had managed to quickly put on the pounds. Kate had barely seen any change and from her perspective, and she had to have been far closer on the spectrum of likely to gain than most anyone else except the one who was already soft. Sure she’d put on a couple of pounds, but it felt more like muscle than fat, since she had been intentionally going to the gym more, and the few other pounds that had slipped on seemed more likely due to her new office job sitting on her butt all day plus, some frequent happy hours, than the influence of Mark. By now, most all of the other women he dated would have easily been 20 pounds heavier than when they met and here she was still generally fitting into her same clothes, though her bra was groaning a bit these days. A terrible problem to have in the grand scheme of things. Kate was proud that she had somehow done the impossible. She was the girlfriend of Mr. Right, the charming, handsome and all around amazing man whom she so easily had fallen in love with, and who so clearly loved her back. He did everything right from running out in the rain to get the car after dinner, pulling her chair out for her at meals, holding the door open, saying the right things at the right times and just all around loving her. He checked all of the boxes and she was ecstatic that he was all hers. Maybe she wasn’t doomed after all, but she still couldn’t shake the feeling that there was some impending doom for her figure, at some point, sooner or later.