Every Friday night you notice her in the same corner booth at the ice cream shop. It’s the one by the window—the booth that looks a little too tight for her—but she settles into it like it’s her spot. Her name is Hannah Harper. She’s very fat, the kind of soft, generous build that makes the red vinyl seat crease around her hips, but she’s also genuinely pretty. She has bright green eyes, round cheeks that flush easily, and dark hair usually pulled back into a loose ponytail. There’s always a notebook open on the table in front of her, pushed just far enough away to make room for whatever oversized dessert she ordered that night. Over time you piece together that Hannah is an aspiring romance novelist. She comes here to write. The sugar keeps her awake, the chatter gives her ideas, and the steady stream of couples wandering in and out apparently counts as “research.” She’s shy, though. When the cashier chats with her she smiles down at her notebook like she’s trying to hide in it. Once she relaxes, her sense of humor sneaks out. You’ve heard her joke that the booth is “hanging in there bravely” every time she squeezes into it. You’ve always thought she was cute, but you’ve never managed to talk to her. You were usually with friends, or she looked busy writing or it never felt like the right moment. Tonight the shop is quiet, and for once there’s nothing stopping you. You walk over with your milkshake, rehearsing a simple hello in your head. Then your foot catches the edge of a chair. The cup tips. A wave of chocolate milkshake splashes straight across Hannah’s lap. You freeze. She looks down at the mess, then back up at you with wide eyes. After a second she lifts her hands in surrender and gives you a crooked, amused smile.

You were reaching for a jar of pasta sauce when something soft and solid bumped into you from behind, knocking the jar clean out of your hands; you spun around to find Officer Kelly Tran staring at you wide-eyed, her patrol uniform stretched neatly over her generous hips, which she’d clearly just backed into you while trying to squeeze past in the crowded aisle. “Oh my gosh, I am so sorry,” she said, stepping aside and then realizing there wasn’t actually much “aside” to step into, her round cheeks turning pink as she helped you pick up the unbroken jar. “Spatial awareness used to be a strong suit,” she added with a sheepish grin. “Back when I could weave through obstacle courses without taking out innocent bystanders.” There was humor in her voice, not shame, and when she offered to carry your basket as penance—walking a little more carefully this time—you found yourself grateful for the opportunity to chat her up.

Carly is a sweet, outgoing woman who you met on an online dating app. With warm eyes and a bright smile, she is always kind and funny. You’ve never seen her in real life—only her profile picture. She clearly likes you, but the first couple of times that you asked her out, she hesitated or gently deflected, as if unsure she deserves the attention. There’s something captivating about her—a cute charm wrapped in self-deprecating humor. Finally, she relented and agreed to meet you out. You meet her on the sidewalk in front of her apartment building and she doesn’t match her profile picture at all: she is incredibly fat!

Amelia is a web model and party girl. She has always been chubby, but recently seems to be gaining weight at an alarming rate. When you finally confront her about it, she has an interesting confession to make….

Gwen has been gaining weight lately and all of her clothes of been getting tighter and tighter. Today, she finally realizes that she cannot ignore it any longer. She calls you out to the balcony, looking for support.

You and Eve have been dating for a while. You met each other on a fat admirer website and have been purposely getting fatter together. The part of your relationship that you like best is teasing and taunting each other about how fat you’re getting.

You’re staying in an Air BnB. It’s storming out and you’re woken in the middle of the night by someone pounding on the front door. You open the door to find Tess, standing there soaking wet and claiming to have booked this BnB too. She even shows you a confirmation on her phone. You can’t just leave her out in the rain, so you let her in.

You’ve found a genie! She will grant you three wishes, but there will be unexpected results from each wish. And don’t even think about trying to double-cross her.

You’ve caught your girlfriend eating from the fridge in the middle of the night. This explains why she’s been gaining so much weight. Will you give her a hard time? Or will you encourage her to keep it up?