Chapter 3 - the more there is to love

The more the merrier is my favorite phrase. Can you guess why?
Things around the apartment had become much more "merry" lately. It's been 2 months since I last updated all the lovely people out there, and those 2 months have been the best of my life. Believe it or not the best thing that happend was a new job.
Apparently I received immensely positive reviews at my new job, so I have been offered another one since. The new place is no family sit down place ether. 3 1/2 stars and pricey menus seem to be how it identifies. Lobster and veal are it's main stay, and it's not just the customers that are rich here. The chefs get paid way more than I ever thought possible. I am one of 7 chefs, and I only work one day a week, yet I make more money than I ever have. This is where the real fun begins.
The 6/7 days of the week I don't work I perfect my craft. That means lots of rich, creamy, delicious, fattening food is being continuously produced in the apartment 24/7. Oddly enough I've lost 5 pounds. It's like the food is just disappearing as soon as it cools. When I told Erin that she laughed her gigantic ass off.
"HAHA duh, what does it look like I do all day?" She playfully asked wile grabbing her perpetually stuffed gut.
"Beats the heck out of me, lol, now try this" I said wile handing her a full pound if the greasiest bacon I could possibly cool.
"Mmmm", was the only noise she could get out while pouring the bacon and accompanying oil down her throat. At this point eating this much this quickly was nothing. She had practically spent the past two months training for this moment. And not just that particular moment ether. She had lots of training worthy moments. Like how I handed her a 12 inch pizza right after the bacon and she just kinda rolled it up like a carpet and shoved it into her big fat belly. Or like after that, when she stole a gallon of strait corn syrup from my baking supplies and drank the whole thing. I could go on, but I think you get the point.
I haven't even begun to describe her body yet, I just don't know how. Lets start with weight. She's now 220, and gaining a pound or two a day with no signs of stoping. Lets just say those 220 don't exactly spread out alot on a 5 foot frame. Her boobs were a solid F cup by now, but this didn't stop her belly from sticking out just as far or jiggling just as much. Her legs were about as thick as car tires are round, and her arms looked like marshmallows with little finger attached. That being said, that's not where most of the weight went.
Where did it go? Lets just say pasta is the only thing that sticks to Erin's ass more than I do.
God it was huge. Each cheek was beach ball sized at least. Together they made her hips at least 2 feet wide. They made it hard for her to get in and out of chairs or walk too. It was just so big it made stuff like that hard. She had already been waddling, but now, damn. She was always out of breath and always walking really slowly. She had pretty much stopped all non-essential motion. But when her *** did walk, that was a sight to see. It moved up and down and violently jiggled with every step. It was like two giant sacks of jello attached to her back, and I couldn't get enough of it. Thankfully she was begining not to mind too.




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