chapter 3

It had been a while since she had heard from her new found romance. After promising he would return in a few days, the week had passed and nothing. She had held back on her eating and was simply maintaining weight at 603lbs, waiting for his return, loving the idea of being fed personally every additional pound. Besides after so many monumental stuffings, she needed her swollen body to digest and accommodate itself. Alas, things went quiet.

As time went on, she began to replay the events, read the messages again, checking the Internet logs. Trying to find anything she may have missed that could have alluded to this silence. Through her mediocre IT skills, she was able to track down his real name through various searches of his email addresses and topics mentioned in conversation. It was the building paranoia that was setting in that was driving this.

Disgusted with her paranoid antics, she postponed her searches, thinking that what hope would she have of a future if she didn't trust his word.

It was a bleak, stormy evening. She was sitting, well, collapsed on the sofa, naked. Whenever she had a day at home, she would never get dressed, her blubber kept her warm and the effort of washing and getting dressed was too much for her. Plus she liked the slob lifestyle of sorts, something dirty, primeval about it. As she lay, her belly still swollen, made a perfect mount for her laptop. After a few weeks, her body had absorbed the masses of food taken in and had widend considerably, her hips had spread to keep up with the giant cushion of her ass, which had formed a rather generous shelf. It was round and bouncy, she loved it. Her breasts, had peaked. From as far as she could tell they seemed to have stopped growing. Her nibbled were round and big, though she struggled to get a real sense of what she looked like as no mirror was big enough or room deep enough to get a proper guage.

As she lay there, belly in the air like a perfect set jelly mould, working away on the laptop, her mind fell to darkness. Her chubby, sausage like fingers rooted through the keys, haphazardly. She found him...he was married...he had children...he was not who he was. His wife was thin, pretty but thin. She was disgusted, she felt nauseous, didn't know what to think, her mind fm began to fall into an abyss, roller coasting as it did so.

But he seemed so genuine...

Betrayal...

She pushed the laptop away and it gingerly slid down the slope of her belly to her knees. Pushed her belly away from the sofa and the gravity of its fall gave her a boost to rise out of the sofa. She stumbled forward, the nausea induced from the heartache made her dizzy. She looked around and all she could see was herself. Tears rolling down her cheek, she caught a glimpse of herself in the window's reflection, rain hitting it hard but she could see what she had become.

She hated what she saw, this over grown fat monster. Her belly was resting on the coffee table, she was just a round mess, and for what? She was duped, for someone to fulfill their fantasy. To be used. Sure she loved every minute of it and deep down in the reflection she adored what she saw but she was being destroyed, internally.

She retired to bed, eventually. Struggling up those stairs, out of breath. Her whole body was pressed against the walls of the stair case which lifted everything up, her head to sandwiched between the soft padding of her tits. Crying but loving the sensation it had. Her thighs were struggling to climb the steps, her belly so round and protruding forward was impeding their action and was limited to an awkward shuffle. Clambering up, red faced. She made it to the bed, where she collapsed upon it. Breaking the legs with her sudden pounding. She rolled herself over and manipulated her belly to lay against her in the bed, drooling gently over the edge of the other side of the bed, accompanied by two buxom breasts and an enormous ass that mirrored the same effect on the other side. She patted her chub and gently massaged her softness as she fell asleep.

Months had passed, her appitite had been destroyed and a dark depression had dissolved the mighty fortress that made her fortitude. Like a lost puppy, weak in the outside winds. Clung to the structure of work, home, sleep, repeat. The pounds, washed away and the round, bouncy curves dropped and let nature take their toll, mimicking her town of residence.

Her pride and joy, that big round all consuming belly she had, that give the silhouette of a capital D had drouped to a poorly inflated balloon of pitiful double belly. She despised herself.

Sitting at her desk, letting her mind crumble further so from the tedium of a pointless data entry task, a young man from the tech team knocked on her cubicle to see if she was finding the formulas and some of the programming he had designed was working and was there any feedback. He was average height, average build, brown haired, average looks, short beared. A distinctly average person. Generic. The grey man. But aside from answering his query without giving him a moments attention or even looking at him, he offered her a 'hot beverage?' She turned and looked at him, agreed to a tea. Looking into his green/blue eyes she saw a familiar face, couldn't say for sure but knew it from before. Not from work as he was fairly new and hadn't had any dealings with tech department before but somewhere.

After another dreary day at work, she returned home. Slipped out of her baggy work clothes and into her comfy tartan pjs. She walked briskly down the stairs, when a warm, half smile came over, thinking of that mediocre cup of tea she got which came with a couple of cheeky bourbons from that distinctly bland man. She even struggled to remember what he exactly looked like. She sat on the new sofa, the last was too far gone after its torture under her previous reign and proceeding with her nightly trawl through dating sites and fat forums followed by the ceremonial masturbation session that was customary for such an occasion. She seductively slid her hand down her pj trousers, effortlessly navigated past the deflated ball of her stomach and began the ritual of stimulating her vagina. Still browsing the dating/forums with the other hand. She deciding to click on a member who had left likes and the odd comment in the past on her profile. It was him! She wasn't 100% but was fairly certain from his tactful uploads, which gave some alway about his looks but not enough for a mugshot. Reading his profile, she was already on the way to full climax. As she read his interests of reading, geeky things, films etc, she was getting closer and closer. A fine sweat had began to erupt all over her, clamy, her cloths were clinging to her, forming a perfect outline of her body. Her nipples were so hard, they could be seen tightening her damp top, forming two little circus tents. She read through and as soon as she read that he was a feeder on his profile, she erupted, already heavy breathing from the build up, she took an unnatural gasp. Her free arm shot out to the side, gripping the sofa arm. Her other hand froze solid upon her climax, squirting a torrent of juices through her trousers. Sweat pouring off her brow, chest heaving. She gasped to regain control.

She clicked on the message tab...