chapter 6

We were less than two months into Matt's six-month assignment. We'd broken the ice on having sex, and once broken, it was impossible to stop the flood. Kelly's room was right across the hall from mine. We usually went to bed separately, but more often than not I would wake up in the middle of the night with Kelly next to me, with her nimble fingers doing mischievous things to me. Her body was at the beginning stage of being lush, so my fingers would explore her lushness until we found ourselves in the throes of passion. After the passion there was a little element of guilt. This was still my brother's girlfriend, my conscience would remind me. I would remind my conscience that my brother had told me to take care of Kelly's sexual itch. As time went on, my conscience had less and less to say about our sexual trysts.

My conscience wasn't as easy on me about Kelly's weight. Which was steadily climbing. She wasn't stuffing herself, it was just that she didn't really watch what she ate. If I cooked chicken and vegetables, Kelly added potatoes or rice to the night's menu. And she got in the habit of having ice cream after dinner. She went to the gym occasionally, but not often and she didn't have much of a sweat when she came home. So, slowly, Kelly expanded. Blue jeans gave way to yoga pants. Yoga pants stretched, and stretched some more. She wore longer tops when she went out. At home she still walked around in her panties and a tank top. Her weight gain was on full display in that outfit. That little pooch spread. Instead of a flat belly ending in a pooch, Kelly developed a smoothly rounded belly that started under her breasts, flared at her middle and sloped back in just above her pussy. The panty's elastic band would dig deeper and deeper into her developing muffin top. The sight of her drove me wild and she knew it. Despite my best intentions, a few minutes of her belly and hips on display was too much for me, and soon we were having another episode on the sofa.

Kelly didn't tell me her weight, but as an experienced chubby chaser, I could make a good guess. At the three-month mark, I guessed that she had gained some 20 pounds. She continued to Skype with Matt, and since the weight gain hadn't really shown up in her face, he couldn't tell. Matt occasionally e-mailed me, and along with his descriptions of life in the Middle East, he would ask me how Kelly's diet and exercise were going. I would answer that she was trying her best. It wasn't really a lie, Kelly was trying. She just didn't have much in the way of willpower or self-motivation. But my damn conscience wouldn't shut up about it.

In the summer, her weight gain slowed. We were outside more, including the occasional game of volleyball with friends. That was a relief to me. I was already dreading Matt's reaction when he came home on his mid-point break. But although Kelly's weight gain slowed, it didn't stop. By the end of the summer I guessed that she was up another ten pounds. Not a catastrophe, but hiding it with clothes wasn't working very well anymore. And her face was starting to round out, just a little bit, not much. But I think it was enough to make Matt suspicious. In one of his e-mails he asked me straight out if Kelly had gained any weight. I didn't want to lie, but I didn't want to tell him how much she had gained. So I wrote back, "Maybe a little. Not so much that you won't be able to work it off." That was the truth, sort of. Even 30 pounds could be worked off.

Since we were in the deep south, early fall just made being outdoors that much more pleasant. So Kelly's weight gain continued to be slow, fortunately. But it didn't stop. By October, she had gained enough to where I guessed that she was up about 40 pounds from what she was when Matt left. And Matt was coming home at the end of October. I wasn't looking forward to facing him at all. Not one bit.