chapter 2

She moved into my house about three months later; both agreeing that it was time, emotionally and for the sake of fattening me up even more. In those short three months, I was fed and stuffed up to 330 pounds. My belly was constantly full and round those first summer months but with her in the house and fall quickly approaching (colder weather and holidays), I was growing ever fatter. This woman can definitely cook and why not, she was a graduate instructor at the Culinary Institute of America.
I suppose I should describe Steph less your imagination run wild. Steph is (because this is fiction) a master in the kitchen as well as bedroom. At 5 foot 11 inches, 180 lbs with long flowing auburny red hair and piercing emerald green eyes she can make your heart skip a beat when her hour-glass figure saunters across a walk like two puppy dogs fighting under a blanket.
The first month, I gained 27 pounds under the constant barrage of delicacies and massive meals. On average, the weekly breakfast contained vast amounts of bacon, eggs, hash browns, Danishes (baked at the CIA), and either pancakes or French toast. Lunch was packed in my tidy but not so little lunch bag. Dinner was a mountainous feast of whatever she was teaching that week (I was the TA for lack of a better term whose job was to preview everything.
October continued as usual with the exception of an increase in food and erotic bedroom antics. It was as if she was inducing me grow even bigger with rewards of incredible sex and stuffings. Now anyone who as gained weight will tell you that putting on this much weigh is no laughing matter- clothes for one thing are a challenge but more so is going places. Ask a third trimester pregnant woman and she'll tell you how much the belly gets in the way until you grow accustomed to navigating. Oh, I gained 30 pounds that October: 387.

November is the official beginning of the holiday season and where our story really takes place. Holidays, needless to say, are a time of baking eating, eating, parties, eating, and making merry. Things have only progressed with Steph and me, deeper in love and more aggressively growing me. Steph came home one day early in the month and asked how I would feel about playing Santa at the prof's holiday party (university speak for Christmas). Hhmmm, let me think about this, does it involve me getting even fatter? That was a dumb question, of course it does silly, she responded. So, guess who is working from home the month of November and taking December off- ME.
I thought I was eating a lot before but now, I'm constantly grazing and just flat out eating all day!! Working at the computer means I can have cake or pie or whatever right next to me, which means I almost always eat. In fact, I am eating carrot cake as I write this story. I figure working from home and this food equates to between 5 and 6000 calories a day. Steph has increased the amount of breakfast and dinner I eat when she is home and makes certain I get all the leftovers from the CIA too. But here is where things take an unexpected turn...someone has to go off to a conference. What moron schedules a conference during the holidays? Academia.
So in preparation for the conference, Steph and I discuss having a grad student make sure I get enough to eat. Now, I know what you are thinking- enter the seductress. That isn't going to happen. Remember, Steph is that smoking-hot red head. So Steph brings Ann over a few nights before she has to leave for a three day conference. Ann is you typical grad student: a bit racy, confident, intelligent, and a bitchen cook (think Nada-G from Bitchen Kitchen).
I must be the Ann's graduate project; she's here at 0630 sharp every morning in the school's catering truck and doesn't leave until almost 9 pm. If I'm not eating, I'm napping. Ann continually brings or removes platters of food that I have consumed and she does it with a twinkle in her eye that says she is training for when she finds a fat guy. The chit chatting we have done tells me that Ann truly enjoys the CIA and hopes to become a private or high-end chef. Uhg! I am stuffed and she just brought an apple pie over. Steph will be home tomorrow and Thanksgiving is next week!!
Steph arrives about 9am to find me stuffing my face with breakfast while Ann is cleaning things up. Apparently there is an issue in the kitchen, I can hear them discussing something albeit a bit inaudibly. Oh look, here's Steph. Seems that Ann will be staying and helping with Thanksgiving and then through Christmas.

I have a feeling I am going to be one VERY fat Santa.

Might even be continued.