Chapter 2 - the answer

One month after that beautiful girl asked me that question things had changed a little bit. I had gotten a new job at a higher paying diner, so I now worked less hours and had more time at home. Because my second love after Erin was cooking, naturally I spent a lot more time cooking. Oddly enough I found my self doing no more eating. That was all taken care of for me.
"C'mon, your already doing so much work cooking for my ***, I wouldn't want to put you through the work of eating too." She teased.
"You don't have a ***, your in amazing shape sweetie." I said encouragingly, "And you can eat whatever you want and you know it."
"So your telling me this is 100% muscle?" She asked wile slapping her enormous backside, letting it continue to shake for several seconds after she had completely stopped touching it.
"Ok fine, you have a ***", I stubbornly admitted, "but having a skinny everything else makes it ok."
She then gave me the cutest little angry glare and quickly snapped back, "Fine, I guess I'll just have to prove you wrong."
After that she spent the next hour eating two 14 inch pizzas, a double cheese burger, and a full pint of ice cream. Although that sounds like a crap ton I really wasn't surprised. She had really expanded her appetite over the past month.
When I got the better job she quit hers. She was a personal trainer for a local gym, but didn't get paid much. When I almost doubled my pay she decided that it wasn't worth it.
So basically she had way more time and way less exercise. I decided that she could spend her time helping me test recipes, and god did she love it. She started out being full after the normal 3 meals, but after a week, damn. She just went nuts, I could barely keep up. By the end of the month she ate about 6 or 7 meals a day. By the end of her day she had to unbutton her jeans so they didn't rip off of her.
"Oh honey, massage my belly, after that last pizza it just started hurting so bad" was the phrase I heard almost every night now. She just loved the food so much she didn't care it hurt her. Her love affair with food was beginning to show too, she was bringing to pack on a few.
Erin was now a solid 165 now, and being so short it defiantly looked like a lot. Her boobs had swollen out to a sold D cup, and her gut had followed suit. It hung over the waist of her pants now no matter what she did. Speaking of pants almost none of hers fit. If it wasn't her big belly getting in the way it was her huge thick thunder thighs. Her old skinny jeans only got up to about 6 inches above her knees. If they got any further the met their true match, her glorious backside. Her bubble butt had taken the brunt of the gain, becoming much larger in size in comparison to the rest. Each cheek had stared out about the size of a basket ball, but now she was approaching beach ball fast. Watching her walk was a joy for so many reasons. Her thighs had to work to get past each other now and they weren't getting smaller anytime soon. I wonder how much bigger she'll get herself, I mean one person can only stuff themselves so much, right?