chapter 7: kryptonite

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The months were rolling by. Winter was now just around the corner. At night, the suburban streets of Stannonford sparkled with a delicate frosting of snow.

True to his word, Derek changed Lindsay's diet, helping her eat more fresh produce and lean meats, and less ice cream and brownies. True to his word, he made time in his increasingly busy schedule to watch the kids so she could hit the gym. And slowly --- oh, so slowly --- his wife's body was shrinking.

279...277...274...270...265...Th e numbers on the scale steadily went down. Lindsay lost nearly 15 pounds throughout the fall season. She was still a big woman, but she was no longer straining her clothing to bursting. As her body became lighter, she felt more energetic and more confident in her physical ability. She was moving less sluggishly in her daily tasks, and she found herself wanting to accomplish more each day. Some days, Derek would come home from work to find the house sparkling clean from top to bottom, and Lindsay would greet him with a flushed and sweaty kiss.

However, to Lindsay's surprise, losing weight didn't feel as good as she hoped it would. The cravings still ravaged her --- those frustrating desires to give in and indulge herself. She wouldn't admit it to Derek, but she secretly hated her new diet, and something about her smaller body just didn't feel right. It was like her body had become happy at its bigger weight, and it was upset about her weight loss.

"Oh well," Lindsay would say to herself, as she chased after the kids. "Just give it time, and I'll get used to this."

Meanwhile, Derek watched in silent frustration.

He didn't want an energetic wife. He wanted a fat, tired, and lazy wife. A very, very fat and lazy wife, whom he could pamper and spoil and enjoy to his heart's content. And for a little while, it seemed as if his dream was melting away with her weight loss.

But as the world outside grew colder, Lindsay struggled to find the energy to exercise. Shorter days, longer nights, comfy sofas, soothing teas and delicious hot chocolate --- her whole environment seemed to be wooing her into laziness. She fought the temptations the best she could, but her routine was faltering. Here and there, she missed gym days, succumbing to the comfort of a nap instead. Like a mama bear settling down for hibernation, Lindsay started to eat more and sleep longer.

Little by little, the fat began to creep back onto her body.

Derek seized the opportunity to make her fatter in any sneaky ways he could --- extra-rich hot chocolate here, a decadent breakfast there, a fridge stocked with festive cakes and cookies. But there was only so much her could do. Once the winter passed, Lindsay would be back at the gym.

He couldn't push her too far without breaking his promise to her. And he didn't want to do that. He wanted her to give in to her desires of her own accord.

But how?

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"Oh Timmy, what am I going to do with you?"

It was a bright Sunday morning, the day before Christmas Eve. Scents of ginger and cinnamon wafted through the kitchen as Lindsay bustled about, making Christmas cookies for the families in the neighborhood. She had found that baking cookies wasn't as difficult as other forms of cooking, especially with the life-saving invention of pre-made cookie mixes.

Unless, of course, a spunky three-year-old was involved in the cookie-making process.

Timmy loudly insisted on helping Mommy make cookies, so Lindsay gave him a small cookie pan and showed him how to place the batter down to make nice, evenly shaped cookies. Unfortunately, Timmy had gotten more of the batter on himself than in the pan.

The young mother looked down with an exasperated grin at the messy scene, a plump hand resting on her large hips.

"The batter goes in the pan, silly! Not on you!"

Timmy squirmed as she cleaned him up.

"Here, let's put the remainder of these cookies in the oven," Lindsay said.

"How long, Mommy?" Timmy asked.

"I'll call when you when they're done, now go play!" she said, as the little boy bounced off.

She busied herself with laying out another batch of cookies until the oven timer beeped. Timmy came dashing back in, ready to see the fruits of his efforts.

"My cookies, Mommy! Can I have one?"

"Ok, just one for now...Don't want to spoil your dinner!"

As Timmy chowed down on a chocolate chip cookie, Derek strode into the kitchen. Timmy came running up to him.

"Daddy, look! My cookies! Have one, Daddy!"

Derek ruffled the three-year-old's hair. "I'm sorry Timmy --- remember, Daddy's allergic to cookies!" This explanation satisfied Timmy, as he was too young to understand why Daddy had such a disciplined diet.

"Why not give Mommy your cookies? Mommy loves to eat." Derek cast a sneaky glance at his fat wife as her cheeks reddened.

"Here Mommy, have my cookies! Try them!" Timmy held up a cookie, his face beaming.

Lindsay put a hand on her belly. So much fat....She knew she had been slacking off on her gym routine....

"Oh, Timmy...Mommy's not really hungry..."

Timmy's face fell.

What could she do? She was helpless to say no to a face like that.

"Never mind, Timmy, Mommy would love to try your cookies!"

The three-year-old's face brightened again. "I feed you the cookie, Mommy!" He stretched his hand towards her mouth.

Lindsay was completely taken aback. She had no idea what to do. Derek was grinning ear to ear, shrugging his shoulders as if to say, "I didn't put him up to this."'

She gave in. "OK, you can feed Mommy," she said. She sat her hefty bulk down at the table and lifted Timmy onto her lap. The little boy giggled as he shoved the cookie into Lindsay's mouth.

"Like father, like son," Lindsay thought to herself.

But her thoughts were quickly drowned out by the flavors assaulting her taste buds. It had been so long since she had been fed by hand! And with delicious food like this! The warm chocolate chips melted in her mouth, dancing around her tongue and tantalizing her brain. Her stomach rumbled, instantly ravenous for more.

Now she was REALLY hungry.

She was simply going through the motions as she thanked Timmy and placed another tray of cookies in the oven. She almost didn't hear Derek tell her he was going out to the garage to fix Timmy's tricycle. She almost didn't notice that Timmy had scampered away to play. Her mind was focused solely on eating more cookies.

Finally!. She glanced around quickly to make sure she was alone.

She was.

The tempting little treats beckoned to her, assaulting her senses....Her mouth was salivating...her big, hungry belly growled...She felt it pulling her down towards the food...

She popped another cookie into her mouth. And another....and another....and another...

Beep! Beep! Beep!

Startled, Lindsay's surroundings came into focus. Could that be the oven timer again? It was set for 20 minutes...

She looked down at her hands. They were covered in batter and crumbs. The gallon tub of batter was half empty. Rich chocolate was streaming down her apron and dribbling off her chin. Her stomach was bulging forwards, heavy and full. It sloshed as she took a step backwards.

"What...What did I just do...Oh geez...No, no, no..."

Lost in ecstasy, she had consumed nearly a half-gallon of cookie batter and Timmy's whole tray of cookies. Awakened by Timmy's feeding of her, the hedonist beast inside of her had taken over again after months of lying dormant.

She stumbled around the kitchen, trying to clean up her mess. Oh, how embarrassing it would be if Derek saw her like this!


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A shadowy figure peeked around a corner at the end of the hallway.

Unbeknownst to his wife, Derek hadn't returned to the garage.

Her body had given off its telltale signs of ravenous hunger when Timmy was feeding her the cookie. It was an unconscious habit she had when she was being fed --- her hands rested on her belly, as if she was happy to sit back and just feel herself expand. He knew it was only a matter of time before she lost control, so he stayed to watch her entire display of flagrant gluttony.

His erection was growing as he realized that she couldn't say no. She couldn't refuse food from her kids. Timmy and the twins, Kyle and Kaylee --- they could coax her to let her guard down. They were the wedge that he needed to pry open her defenses, before he closed in for the kill.

He had found Lindsay's kryptonite. And he was going to exploit it.

He was going to make his wife into a massively fat woman.

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