Chapter 6 - wedding weight

I had married Forrest five years after we started our little experiment and had planned something special for our honeymoon. I would've invited Emily to the wedding, but she was in no shape to go out in public. The fact that she could no longer walk didn't help matters either. Besides, she would've looked awful in the bridesmaids' dress I picked out.

Our honeymoon started the night of the wedding, when Forrest hooked me up to the machine again. He pumped Emily up with enough tranquilizer to knock out an elephant. But this time, instead of me siphoning my fat into her, we did it the other way around. I only put on 100 lbs that night, fearing that I'd pop a leak it if I put on anymore weight at once, and we made our way up to our destination.

Before we did, I looked at Emily's naked body. She was always naked nowadays. I banned her from wearing clothes a long time ago, because clothes are for people, not piggies like her. Seeing how thin she was with all of her and my fat drained off, was truly surreal. It brought back all kinds of memories, especially when I looked into the mirror and saw my re-bloated figure. Things really had changed a lot in those five years. I was still disgusted by how fat I looked, but that disgust just fueled the fire between my legs even more. So before I lost control of myself, we packed up and left.

We spent the week at a farm house in the country. Nice and secluded. The perfect getaway for what we had planned. I was hotter than an oven the whole drive up, as my seatbelt wrapped tightly around my belly. Feeling my ass fill up an entire seat again had me begging to get there.

When we finally did, Forrest brought out a huge cake and put it on the kitchen table. While I sat there, he told me that I could eat it until I broke the old wooden chair I was sitting on. While he attached the machine to me again, he said I couldn't use any silverware. I had to eat the whole thing with my hands. He was treating me like I treated Emily and I absolutely loved it.

Wanting to eat as much cake as I could, I started shoving it into my face as fast as I could. While I did so, my body was being pumped full of the pure lard that was Emily's fat. I could literally feel myself inflating with it. My hips and butt cheeks spread over the ends of the chair and hung down in a sagging heap of cellulite. My boobs made it harder for me to reach out in front to grab the sweetness before me. It didn't help that my arms were growing so heavy that I could barely lift them and just the act of stuffing my face was enough to have me sweating and wheezing from exhaustion. My belly was actually pushing me away from the table, it was so huge.

After shoveling down three quarters of frosted goodness, the chair finally gave way as my ultra-padded ass smashed down against the linoleum tile. Forrest scolded me, but I didn't even notice. The shock of the fall and jiggle that came with it was enough to overwhelm me into orgasm.

My lack of responsiveness wasn't enough to stop him from fulfilling our fantasy role play, as he slapped a collar around my fat neck and yanked on the leash. By how he was holding it, I was forced to stay on all fours as he led me outside and over to the vacated barn beside the house.