Chapter 7 - getting lazier every day..

He hated it when she grabbed his pudgy stomach or his bouncy man tits. It was embarrassing, and he didn't know why she always seemed to want to touch them. He despised his chunky body, but was far too lazy to do anything about it. He sometimes told her that he had used the treadmill in their basement.. he would even go turn it on and purposefully leave a water bottle down there for good measure. He actually got on it once, but after 5 minutes felt like passing out. He could feel his lazy, sedentary lifestyle gradually adding to his girth, but since he was already fat, who cares? She probably couldn't even tell.

She could tell. He sometimes complained and pretended he was going to go on a diet, but she kept the house stocked with fatty foods and cooked giant meals every evening after she got home from work. He didn't have a shot.

He was happy staying home all day, playing League of Legends for hours on end, only moving from his computer to get more food. She didn't make much money and they were always broke, but the thought of taking a boring, minimum wage job was just too depressing. He had been a rockstar, he couldn't work at Kmart! Also, the thought of running into people he used to know, and them seeing his fat and ruined body, gave him extreme anxiety. He became increasingly reclusive and rarely even saw his friends. Every time he did, they made comments about his "lard ass" and "beer gut" and it became too humiliating to deal with. He never told her why he didn't want to do these things though- even talking about weight issues with her was awkward.

This awkwardness meant they didn't discuss her weight either. So it was easy for her to stay in denial of the couple pounds that creeped onto her perfect figure. They all seemed to go to the right places though- her already DD tits grew a tiny bit bigger, her ass had a little more sway. Jay loved it. She was still smaller than the girls he usually dated, but all of those dinners were slowly making her a little more curvy. He knew better than to mention anything though. She would freak out and starve herself, and he didn't want her to harm her health. Or lose what he guessed were 5 new pounds of volumpuos curves.