chapter 4

"I'm a whale!" Jamie thought as she flopped back on the couch in her condo. It had been only a few hours since they had arrived him from the cruise, and Tom was showering. Nearly all of the new clothes that he had bought for her were tight by the time that they had left for the cruise. By the time they had returned from a week long vacation of lounging by the pool, gorging themselves on five-star meals, sleeping late, all you can eat buffets, and room service, Jamie was dying to unbutton her last remaining pair of jeans that could contain her belly.

She lay back on the couch and felt her belly ooze out of the open zipper of her jeans. She was screwed! She liked Tom, but she also loved to eat. At this rate, she was going to be too fat for him to propose to her. And there was no way she was going to find another rich guy to take care of her when she weighed 300 pounds! Jamie was worried. She liked to eat, in fact, it was starting to turn her on.

Nothing was more sexy to her than going out for a huge meal with Tom and then having him ***. She couldn't believe how much weight she was gaining though. Since moving into her condo, she had gained 50 pounds! As she thought about this, she let her hands drift over her bloated belly. She thought about how big she was becoming and one of her hands slipped into her pants and between her legs.

It was undeniable she was going to become fat. But how was she going to keep Tom? He was also starting to gain weight-- though not as fast as her. Maybe if she made him super fat, he wouldn't leave. But she knew that LA was full of rich fat guys with skinny young wives. Maybe she could get him to marry her immediately... But how?

Just then her alarm went off on her phone: REMINDER: Take your pill.

That's it! A smile crept across Jamie's lips and she deleted her daily alarm from her phone. If she got pregnant she could kill two birds with one stone. She'd still get to stuff herself like crazy and Tom would be forced to stay with her.

Jamie imagined herself becoming incredibly fat and heavy with child. She started to finger herself more vigorously. She had visions of her belly expanding and dropping low and her breasts becoming engorged. Her breath started to quicken. She thought of Tom having to wait on her hand and foot and she gobbled up everything in sight. She threw her head back and closed her eyes. Her free hand rubbed her belly as she imagined the intense pain she would feel of being stuffed beyond her limits. Until she came in a long tense climax.

Jamie lay on the couch panting for a moment. Her eyes flashing brightly. Once, she composed herself, she went to the bedroom and changed into her sexiest laciest nighty. Then she went into the kitchen and pulled out the contents to make a smorgestborge of delights and got into the bed to wait for Tom to return. She was going to fuck his brains out day and night until he filled her up with a baby.