Chapter 3

Gordon didn’t stuff himself to bursting every night, but as the weeks passed he found he needed to eat more just in order to not feel hungry. He drove everywhere now, rather than walking, but he kept up his twice weekly swims at the Y. Though he would have to pick up some new swim trunks soon, he thought one day as he looked down at his increasingly solid waistline. The elastic on his size small trunks was stretched to the max.

Katy had decreed that he would only be weighed and measured once a month. He waited eagerly for that first weigh-in, sure that he would see a jump. His belly was noticeably larger, straining the buttons on his dress shirts now and causing his smaller t-shirts to look ridiculous. Katy loved to see him walking around in them. He could almost guarantee she would jump his bones as soon as he put one on.

His chest was beginning to soften up, too, around the nipples, in a way that suggested the beginning of manboobs. He wasn’t sure how he felt about that.

Katy assured him with delight that his bum was getting a little bit rounder as well. She couldn’t stop grabbing and squeezing his ass lately.

The day of the weigh-in arrived and instead of allowing him to wear his comfy new boxers, Katy handed him an old pair of tighty-whities from back when he’d still had a 28 inch waist.

“Here, put these on,” she said.

Gordon struggled to even draw them over his plumper thighs. They bit deeply into his waist, creating a spill of belly that had him twitching inside the cotton front.

“Nice,” Katy sighed, taking out her digital camera and asking him to pose for pictures.

He stepped on the scale at last, feeling a surge of anticipation.

173.

“Wow,” he said. He’d gained more than 20 pounds in a month! No wonder all his pants were tight again.

As Katy took his measurements, he idly played with the little pinch of softness under his chin. He imagined himself with fat jowls like an 18th century nobleman. Katy prodded his legs apart and wrapped the tape around his thigh. While she was down there, she licked the underside of his belly.

He ended up taking her there on the kitchen floor, him on top. Then she stuffed him to bursting with Chinese takeout, feeding him greasy egg roll after egg roll. Then they took to the bedroom and she rode him, her hands rubbing his distended belly.

The next month, Gordon was a bit disappointed with his mere 12 pound gain, to 185, and determined to step it up in the next month.

People had begun to comment on the changes in Gordon, but whenever someone mentioned his weight gain, he cheerfully replied, “Why, yes, I have gained weight!” and that usually stymied people. He continued to be pleased with the way his belly was rounding out and his whole body was softening. Katy exclaimed over the dimples around his elbows and his slight double chin.

He started eating two lunches, one he packed from home and one in a restaurant, every day. He snacked constantly, and occasionally drank a meal replacement drink along with his actual meal. He chuckled at the name Slimfast. He didn’t do that often, though, because the damn things weren’t very tasty and he wanted his fat to come from the sensual pleasure of eating.

There was more sensual pleasure in his life than ever before. Between the delicious meals and the constant sex that accompanied his expansion, he was becoming a gluttonous, lusty fat man.

He was becoming fat, too, he thought. All his life he’d thought of himself as slim and now he’d zoomed through average and was quickly getting through chubby. He had love handles and was broadening to the sides as well as outwards. His manboobs were swiftly approaching A cups. He had just had to put on the 40 inch pants he’d bought nearly three months ago, as everything else was too tight.

And he loved it. Each new fold, bulge and curve made him love his body more. When he was thin, he’d sometimes felt like his body was a case for his brain. Fatter, his body felt sensual and luxurious and built for pleasure.