Gamer GF, Chapter 1: Moving In

Lots of weight gain, plenty of stuffing, chubby bellies, a bit of burps, a few farts and some slob

Chapter 1: Moving In

Josh dragged his rolling bag down the sidewalk, the afternoon sun beating down on his back. Inside the oversized duffel were the essential components of his gaming Pc - carefully wrapped in clothes to prevent damage - plus enough personal items for a month-long stay. His laptop bag hung from his shoulder, already making him sweat through the plain t-shirt he's worn.

A whole month of Living with Alice.

The thought sent a complicated mix of excitement and anxiety through his chest.

They'd been dating for three years now, ever since that first semester when they'd both shown up to the anime club meeting and discovered they mained the same character in their favorite fighting game. The relationship that followed still baffled Josh sometimes - how did I end up with her?

Alice was... Alice. Confident, gorgeous, effortlessly cool in a way that made everyone in their nerdy gamer anime circles gravitate toward her. She had this energy - teasing, playful, always ready to make him blush. She often dressed like she belonged in an anime herself, all edgy fashion and deliberate style choices. Usually black clothes, leather accents, those trademark pigtails with ribbons that somehow made her look both cute and dangerous.

And the worst part was that she knew she was hot.

The way this chinese beauty would flaunt it wearing those tiny gym shorts and sports bras when they gamed together at his place, even though she never exercised a day in her life. The way she'd lean over just enough to distract him during a crucial match, then laugh when he lost. The teasing comments about how "lucky" he was, delivered with that smirk that said she knew exactly what effect she had on him.

She's not wrong, though, Josh thought, adjusting his bag. I am lucky.

He was under no illusions about himself. Chubby, awkward, the kind of guy who lived in sweatpants and old anime convention t-shirts. His idea of dressing up was wearing jeans. Meanwhile, Alice had rich parents, a house to herself now that they were gone on their month-long business trip, and genetics that seemed specifically designed to torture him. Curves in all the right places despite eating like she was training for a competitive eating tournament.

She joked about it constantly. "Born on International Pizza Day, baby! I'm destined to get fat so I can as well eat already!" Then she'd eat an entire large pizza while he watched, somehow making it look effortless and attractive.

But he knew she joked every time. Never gaining a pound. Alice herself admitted she can't imagine herself getting plump like Josh was. Her metabolism simply was too good. In her own words. 

And yeah, he loved watching her eat. Something about it… the enthusiasm, the lack of pretense, the way she'd just demolish food without the usual feminine self-consciousness. It was genuine in a way that contrasted with her carefully curated cool-girl image.

But lately, something had been needling at him. Some small, petty part of his brain that whispered when she teased him just a little too smugly, when she made another joke about how "she could never," when she distracted him during a match and then gloated about her win.

What if she wasn't so perfect? What if she had to be a little less confident for once?

Josh shook his head, trying to dispel the thought. She's his hot girlfriend. He's lucky to have her. And that was that.

He reached her house. A nice two-story in a good neighborhood, the kind his family could never afford. And rang the doorbell.

The door swung open almost immediately.

"Josh!" Alice grinned at him, and his brain temporarily short-circuited.

She was wearing her "gym fit" so black sports bra and matching shorts that showed off her flat, toned stomach and slender legs. Her blonde hair with its signature pink ends was pulled up in a messy bun, a few strands framing her face. In her hand was a slice of pizza, cheese stretching as she took a bite.

"Mmm, you're right on time," she said around the mouthful, completely unselfconscious. "Come in, come in! I ordered pizza for lunch. Want some?"

Josh managed to nod, dragging his bag inside. His eyes tracked over her almost involuntarily - the curve of her waist, the way the sports bra compressed her chest just enough to be distracting, the lean muscle definition in her stomach that proved she had winning genetics even without trying.

Stop staring, you idiot.

"You good?" Alice asked, smirking. She knew exactly what she was doing. "You're looking a little red."

"It's hot outside," he muttered.

"Uh-huh." She took another bite of pizza, utterly unbothered. "Come on, let's get you set up. I cleared space in the living room for your PC. We can game side by side!"

The next hour passed quickly. Josh was setting up his stuff, unpacking his tower and carefully reassembling it on the desk Alice had pushed next to hers. Their gaming stations now faced each other at a right angle - close enough to talk easily, far enough to game comfortably.

Alice helped him connect cables, her fingers quick and confident. She might dress like an edgy fashion model, but she knew her way around hardware. They'd built her current rig together six months ago.

"There," she said, stepping back as his monitors lit up. "Perfect. Now we can finally do those co-op campaigns we've been talking about."

They tested the setup with a quick match - Josh won, but only because Alice was still eating pizza and operating one-handed. Or so she claimed.

"Rematch later," she declared. "When I'm not handicapped by deliciousness."

Dinner was more pizza - Alice ordered another one without asking, just assumed he'd want it and wasn’t exactly wrong. They ate while watching the latest episode of the seasonal anime they'd been following, sprawled on her couch, falling into the easy banter they always had.

This was good. This was what he loved about being with her - the shared interests, the comfort, the way she got his references and could quote the same obscure shows.

By the time night fell, Josh was feeling increasingly... uneasy. Not bad, exactly. Just aware of the dynamic between them in a way that made something in his chest feel tight.

They'd settled into the gaming room after dinner, and Josh had logged into his MMO for the weekly raid. It was content his guild had been progressing on for weeks - they were close to clearing it, and tonight was supposed to be their breakthrough attempt.

"Raiding on the first day with your girlfriend? That’s gonna take a while, no?" Alice asked, glancing over from her screen where she was browsing anime episodes.

"Yeah. Should take a couple hours. We're so close to beating the whole thing!"

"Cool, cool." She stretched, standing up from her chair. "I'm gonna go change into something more comfortable. This sports bra is killing me."

Josh barely registered her leaving, already pulling up his guild's voice chat and checking his rotation macros. The raid was forming up, his twenty-four teammates gradually logging in and gathering at the entrance.

Hold up. Aren’t sports bras rather comfortable to wear? Whatever.

"Josh! You made it!" His guild leader's voice came through clearly. "Alright everyone, let's do this. We've got the strat down, just need clean execution."

The raid began. Josh fell into the familiar rhythm - watching his cooldowns, calling out mechanics, positioning perfectly. This was where he excelled. In-game, he was confident, skilled, respected. His guild knew they could count on him for consistent DPS and smart play.

"Sick pull, Josh!" someone commented.

He smiled, fingers flying across his keyboard. This felt good. This felt like - 

"I'm baaaack," Alice's voice sang from behind him.

Josh glanced over his shoulder and his brain immediately short-circuited.

She'd changed into that outfit. One of her “gaming outfits”. Alice had a peculiar tradition of dressing up for gaming. For a reason known only to her she liked to dress up like going out on a date when gaming. Maybe it really was her idea of a proper date? 

Her blonde hair with pink ends was now styled in twin pigtails tied with red ribbons, the blunt bangs perfectly framing her face. She wore a tight black tank top tucked into a black leather pleated skirt that hit mid-thigh. An unzipped black leather jacket hung over her shoulders. Black thigh-high socks completed the look.

She looked like she'd stepped out of an anime. No - she looked better than anime. Real and three-dimensional and currently walking toward him with that knowing smirk.

"Eyes on your screen, babe," she said sweetly, but she wasn't moving to her own setup. “The boys need you to be focused.”

"Uh - I'm in the middle of - "

"I know. Important raid. Weekly clear attempt." She moved behind his chair. "Don't mind me. I’ll be quietly cheering you on."

Don't mind her? How the hell am I supposed to not mind - 

"Josh, you're standing in the fire," his guild leader called out.

"Shit!" Josh moved his character, his health bar dangerously low. He chugged a healing potion, trying to refocus.

Alice's hands landed on his shoulders, fingers kneading gently. "You're so tense. Relax."

Relax? RELAX? She was touching him, she was wearing that, and he had twenty-four people depending on him to not fuck up in the stage two.

"Alice, I really need to focus - "

"I'm just giving you a shoulder rub. Very helpful. Very supportive girlfriend behavior." Her voice was innocence itself, but he could hear the smug energy in it. Was she jealous?

The boss hit its first major phase transition. Josh executed his combo, fingers moving on autopilot, but his concentration was splitting. Alice's hands moved from his shoulders down to his upper arms, her body leaning against the back of his chair.

She's doing this on purpose. She knows exactly what she's doing.

"Is someone there?" One of his teammates asked, probably hearing the rustle of movement through Josh's mic.

"Just my girlfriend," Josh managed, trying to keep his voice steady while dodging another boss' mechanic.

"Aww, you have a girlfriend? That's cute," a female guild member commented.

"Hi Josh's guild!" Alice called out with an overly sweet tone, loud enough for the mic to pick up, and Josh felt his face burn.

"Oh wow, she sounds hot," someone else said, and there was general laughter over voice chat.

If only they knew.

Alice circled around his chair, and Josh's eyes flicked to her for just a second - long enough to see her grinning, clearly enjoying his discomfort. Then she did something that nearly made his keyboard flip.

She sat on his lap.

"Alice- what- I'm in the middle of a boss fight-"

"I know! Don't let me distract you. It’s just a cheering strategy." She settled herself sideways across his legs, one arm draping around his shoulders. The leather skirt rode up slightly, and he could feel the warmth of her thighs through his sweatpants. The slender fingers of her other hand rested casually on his plump stomach.

The moment Alice settled her weight fully onto his lap, Josh's body reacted in the most mortifying way possible.

Oh no. Oh no no no- 

He went hard. Instantly. Completely. There was no hiding it - not with her sitting directly on him, the warmth of her thighs through the thin leather skirt, her body pressed against his.

Alice shifted slightly, and he knew - she knew - the exact moment she felt it. Her eyes widened for just a second, and then that grin spread across her face.

"Oh my god," she giggled, the sound delighted and teasing. "Really? Already?"

Josh's face went thermonuclear. "Alice-"

"Please, stop talking-" He wanted to phase through his chair and cease existing.

"It's cute!" She squeezed his side again, clearly finding his mortification hilarious. "You're so easy."

Easy. Yeah. That's exactly what I am. Pathetically easy.

In voice chat, someone was saying something about pull timers, but Josh couldn't focus on anything except the fact that his girlfriend was currently sitting on his very obvious erection and giggling about it.

"Should I move?" Alice asked, but she didn't sound like she actually planned to.

"Yes- no- I don't know." His brain had stopped forming coherent thoughts.

"I'll stay right here then." She settled more comfortably, and Josh nearly died. "Keep gaming, babe. Don't let me distract you."

How. HOW am I supposed to focus now. This is not happening. This cannot be happening right now.

"Josh, your dps is falling," his guild leader said, an edge of concern in his voice.

"Sorry- getting it-" His hands were shaking slightly as he hit the buttons, trying to maintain his rotation while his girlfriend was literally sitting on him, smelling like whatever expensive perfume she'd put on, her hair tickling his cheek.

She shifted slightly, adjusting her position, and her hand moved to his side - right where his love handles were. She squeezed gently, playfully, and Josh felt his face go nuclear.

She's touching- she knows I'm self-conscious about- why is she- 

"You're so soft," Alice murmured, just for him, her fingers kneading the softness at his waist. "I love it."

She was lying. She had to be. How could she love this? She was perfect - flat stomach, lean legs, not an ounce of unnecessary fat - and he was... he was soft and round and she was touching exactly where he was most self-conscious and…

His character died.

"JOSH DOWN!" someone yelled in voice chat.

"Fuck!" He'd been so distracted he'd walked directly into a boss mechanic. His character's corpse lying pathetically on the ground.

"Oops," Alice said, but she didn't sound sorry at all. She pressed a kiss to his cheek, her lips soft and warm. "My bad."

"Alice, please-" His voice came out strained.

"What? I'm just sitting here. Very innocently. Very supportively." Another kiss, this one closer to his ear. "You died all on your own."

The raid wiped. All twenty-four players dead because they'd lost their main DPS at a critical moment.

"Sorry guys," Josh said into his mic, his voice tight. "Got... distracted."

"Is your girlfriend still there?" someone asked, amused.

"Yes," Alice answered for him, voice cheerful. "Apparently I’m being very distracting."

There was laughter over voice chat - good-natured, but Josh felt mortified anyway.

They all know. They all know I'm so pathetic that my girlfriend can just sit on my lap and I completely lose focus.

"Alright, let's reset," the guild leader said. "Josh, maybe... lock your door or something?"

More laughter. Josh wanted to die.

Alice shifted again, her arm tightening around his shoulders, pulling herself closer. He could feel every point of contact - her thighs across his legs, her side pressed against his chest, her hand still resting on his waist like it belonged there.

How is this my life? How did I end up with a girl who looks like THIS sitting on my lap while I'm trying to game?

Part of him was screaming in disbelief. Three years and he still couldn't quite believe it. Alice - gorgeous, confident, popular Alice with her rich parents and her effortless style and her perfect genetics - had chosen him. Chubby, awkward Josh who lived in sweatpants and had to work twice as hard to be half as cool.

And she was here. RIght on his lap. Touching him like she wanted to. Like she enjoyed it.

She can't actually enjoy this. This has to be a joke. A bit she's committing to.

But her fingers squeezed his side again, gentle and affectionate, and she rested her head against his shoulder like she was perfectly comfortable. Since three years already.

"You're really warm," she murmured. "Comfy."

Comfy. She just called me comfy. That's not a compliment. That's what you call a couch.

The raid reformed. Josh tried desperately to focus, but Alice made it impossible. She'd shift position slightly, drawing his attention. She'd hum along to the game's combat music. She'd play with his hair absently, her fingers carding through it in a way that was infuriatingly pleasant.

"Josh, your dps is falling again" his guild leader said patiently.

"Sorry - sorry - " He was trying. He was really trying. But every time he started to get into the rhythm, Alice would do something - squeeze his side, kiss his cheek, adjust her position in a way that reminded him she was right there.

They wiped again. And again.

After the fourth wipe, his guild leader sighed. "Alright guys, let's call it for tonight. Josh, maybe next week when you're... less distracted."

"Yeah. Sorry." He felt genuinely bad. They'd been counting on him, and he'd completely dropped the ball.

"No worries, man. Girlfriends happen." There was a chorus of good-natured "good nights" as people logged off.

Josh closed the game, slumping in his chair. Alice was still on his lap, perfectly content.

"You made me fail," he said, but there was no real anger in it. Just... frustration. Embarrassment.

"Did I?" Alice tilted her head, all fake innocence. "I was just sitting here. I didn't touch your keyboard or anything."

"You were touching me."

"And? You have a problem with that?" She squeezed his side again, and his face heated.

Yes. No. I don't know. How am I supposed to think when you're doing that?

"The raid was important," he said weakly.

"So it was." She shrugged. "You can try again next week. Besides..." She leaned in, her lips close to his ear. "So am I."

Fuck. She actually wants my attention. Mine specifically. There has to be a hidden camera somewhere!

But he couldn't deny the part of him that was thrilled. Flustered, yes. Embarrassed, definitely. But also thrilled that she wanted his attention enough to do this. That she was sitting on his lap, touching him, being affectionate.

Even if she's just doing it to tease me. Even if she doesn't actually- 

"You're thinking too much," Alice said, poking his forehead. "I can see the gears turning."

"I'm not-"

"You are. You always do this thing where you get in your head." She stood up finally, and Josh felt both relief and disappointment at the loss of contact. "Come on, I'm gonna do some actual gaming. You can watch if you want, or go to bed if you're tired from being distracted."

She air-quoted the last word, grinning, completely unbothered by having just ruined his raid night.

Josh watched her settle into her own chair, pulling up her game, immediately focused and competent. She'd just sabotaged his game and now she was playing hers without a care in the world.

That petty thought from earlier returned, stronger now.

What if she wasn't so perfect? What if she had a reason to be just a little less confident?

She said she could eat whatever she wanted. She joked about it constantly, made it part of her identity - born on Pizza Day, blessed metabolism, can't gain weight no matter what.

What if that wasn't true? What if she just hadn't tested it yet?

A plan formed in Josh's mind. Small, petty, born from three years of being the "lucky" one who didn't quite measure up, the one she teased so effortlessly. The one who'd just gotten humiliated in front of his entire guild because she knew she could distract him and she did it anyway.

They had a whole month together. He could order food. Lots of food. The good stuff she loved - pizza, burgers, snacks. Her parents were paying for groceries, she'd told him that. No budget. Just... enable what she already did. Maybe encourage it. Make it easy.

Just to take her down a peg. Just to see her be a little less perfect. Just for a bit.

Josh knew it was a shitty thought even as he had it. But he was tired, frustrated from failing his raid, acutely aware of her sitting there looking like every gamer guy's fantasy while he was... him. Soft. Round. The one she could casually touch and tease and completely derail.

Just a little revenge. She'll be fine. She's always fine.

"I'm heading to bed," he said, standing up.

"Night!" Alice called without looking away from her screen, already focused on her next match.

Josh walked to the guest room, that plan still turning over in his mind.

Tomorrow, he'd start. Just little things. Ordering extra food. Encouraging her to eat. Making it easy to snack while gaming.

What's the worst that could happen?