Chapter 4

After a few months of my curries, Kate had really blown up. Her face, which was elfish in a way, with a pointed chin and sultry blue eyes, had softned, but in no measure at all compared to the rest of her. I had always thought I made good curries, priding myself on using the traditional techiniques and ingredients like Mustard Oil,Mango Powder, Watermellon as a tomato substitue and Assafoetida, with generous cream and yogurt thickenings and I had known that they were on the fat side of fattening, but the effect they had on Kate was astounding. She seemed to be litterally swelling before my eyes!

Her arms had developed from dimples at the elbows when I met her to a roll that hung, jiggling over her forearm and flattened and apparently fattened when held against her sides. She had for the most part refused to get out of her nightgown during the days while shortly before Ted came home at night she would put on skimpy, custom made evening gowns, which highlighted the fat on her back and her enormous amount of cleavage, caused more by her prominent upper belly (she had developed two) which jutted out prominently even when standing, than her natural endowment. Her thighs were rippling rolly masses covered with stretchmarks and cellulitic dimples, most noticable around her knees and her calfs were as large as footballs perched on dainty little ankles she took pride in exposing. Her skin had a ruddy glow about it, which looked very sexxy, even to me (and by this time I had decided I couldn't like her, in spite of her friendly demeanour toward me, because I was determined to steal her man!) Ted was in ecstasy though, and I was absolutely at wits end as to how to get between them.

He would sit and watch her shovel plate after plate of curries into her drooping paunch, all the while caressing and kneeding the fat bulge on the inside of her thigh by her knee...fondling it like it was...her tits it seemed to me. I had never had a man appreciate even my ample boobs with the same fervour that he showed to this fat pigs knee roll!! My jealousy grew to desperation, and I, unconciously I think, began to eat more and more of the food I was preparing for Kate, and more and more from Ted's nearly untouched plate, every nite hoping to fatten myself maybe, into Ted's conciousness.

By my fourth month in my new job, I found myself twenty pounds chubbier bouncing dutifully back and forth from the kitchen to wait on a woman who had passed the 400 pound mark. Ted apparently noticed my weight gain even before Kate, and I noticed that he would steal a glance at me now and then, which of course led me to do even more samplings of my curries and to prepare myself high calorie snacks of my own to take off to my bedroom, where I would engage in my own fantasies while Ted and Kate lived theirs out a few yards away. It must have been one of these glances that alerted Kate to the fact that competition had appeared on the horizon, though she handled it differently than I, even now, can comprehend!