chapter 14

I had never thought of myself as a glutton before. But, here I was eating like there was no tomorrow. Meals with Kelly were sensuous experiences. Every mouthful carried with it the knowledge that what we were eating was going to fatten us up more. Food made its way into our sex lives. Kelly poured chocolate syrup on my belly and licked it up. She'd been too generous with the syrup, though. While she was licking it off my belly, some ran down to my cock. She licked that off, too. What a rush that was. I used whipped cream on her. Whipped cream has the advantage that it generally doesn't run. So I started by covering her breasts with it, and licked them clean. Then her belly. I licked that clean, too. Only one place left, and I covered it in layers. I licked down through the layers until I got to her pussy, and went from licking to slipping my tongue inside to bring her to orgasm.

We cooked, we ate out, we met friends. The holiday season was upon us, so there were parties and dinners and we thoroughly enjoyed ourselves at all of them. Everyone understood that I was being the good friend and hanging with Kelly while my brother was on assignment. They didn't know about the sex part, and we kept it that way. But they had to wonder, as we kept piling on the pounds. By New Year's, I was over 200 pounds. My 32 inch waist was now a 38 inch waist. Kelly's weight gain was even more dramatic. She must have gained another 40 pounds between Halloween and New Year's. By now, her belly stuck out past her boobs, and her boobs had grown to a DD cup. Her hips were full and sturdy and her thighs were bigger than her waist used to be. She was now a big woman.

And we still hadn't heard from Matt. Both of us had e-mailed him, several times. Kelly tried to Skype him, but he wouldn't pick up. We had no idea what he was thinking, much less what he would say when he came home.

Once the holidays were over, I stood in front of the bathroom mirror and took stock of myself. I'd gone from 170 pounds to 215. Forty five pounds in about five months. My belly was now an in between belly. In between a pot belly and a hanging belly. I was okay with that. Because I knew that it turned Kelly on. Kelly was heavier than I was. She let it slip that she had been 150 pounds when she'd met Matt. She had gained 85 pounds in all, bringing her to a magnificent 235 pounds. Her breasts were pushing over the DD cup range, resting on a fat, round belly that smoothly became broad hips, then down to thick, juicy thighs. She was so beautiful.

We kept up with the sex. No, that's an understatement. The sex continued to be tremendous, and in fact grew more intense, although we didn't think that was possible. The combination of sex and food, food and sex put us into a hedonistic lifestyle that neither one of us had imagined.

But March was coming. Which meant Matt was coming home. We didn't know what would happen, but whatever happened, at least one of us was going to be hurt. I had resigned myself to Matt's homecoming and the scene that would come with it. When Matt saw Kelly with her fat, round body, he was sure to break it off with her. And when he saw how fat I'd gotten, he would surely think that I had gotten into a mutual feeding relationship with Kelly. And he'd be right, at least partly right. I hadn't purposely fattened Kelly up, and she hadn't purposely fattened me up. Well, maybe a little. But we both knew that we were eating too much to keep our weight down, and we were enjoying ourselves too much to care. So the pounds had piled on, and the sex had continued to be insane. The other pang of guilt that I was feeling was that deep down I was looking forward to Matt and Kelly officially breaking up. I'd come to really enjoy her company, and she obviously enjoyed mine. It showed in the bedroom and it showed on our waistlines. The anticipation that I felt about Kelly and me really being a couple made me feel even more like I was betraying my brother.