Chapter 3

Brie labored up the slope to Divac's hacienda, thighs rubbing painfully, only helped by the sweat pouring between them, huffing and puffing all the way as her fat bag swayed back and forth from side to side. When she reached the front door she tried to compose herself, calm down and wiped the sweat from her face. "Damn I am out of shape, screw it.... I am getting that scooter right away," she said aloud and rang the doorbell.

A stoic ancient butler answered the door and said, "Please walk this way Miss Brie, Mr. Divac will meet you shortly in the drawing room." Brie waited in the large, superbly furnished room and noticed her reflection in the mirror. She had 3 double chins, a massive cellulite covered butt, and a huge pile of suet rolls hanging over the front of her tiny bikini, down to her knees. The bikini top barely held in her breasts and surrounding fat rolls. "My ticket to cash!" she thought as she tried to lift her massive belly, and she smiled.

"Welcome!," said Divac as he strode into the room wearing a gold bathrobe, holding a snifter of congac, "Would you like a drink?" Brie said yes and he poured her a congac from the bar in the room. "Do you know why you are here?," he asked. "Well I think you owe me some cash for the 200 pound gain bonus," she said pinching her belly, "But maybe I am wrong?" Divac smiled broadly and reached out both hands, one on either side of the navel split, to lift her massive gut, "You are right on, Brie, and because you have gained the weight so quikly, I have added a bonus to your check - Here is a check for 50,000 pounds!"

As he fondled her belly, Brie realized that Divac was extremely excited, and his erection was huge. "This is my chance!," Brie thought, "I know that Cathy has been getting extra jewelry from somewhere - she has a huge diamond ring and that didn't come from eating pancakes and ice cream and drinking gallons of tequila - I want part of that action too!"

"Here let me help you with that," Brie said to Divac, reaching out for his member, "I know just what do do!" Of course she did, she thought, she had been a tramp since way before Donnie in the back seat of that car many years ago.

Brie had noticed a Vaseline jar nearby and scooped out a big handful of the lubricant, then slathered it in her massive belly button. She then inserted Divac's member inside the deep fold, squeezed her belly fat together the best she could, and frantically pushed back and forth. He did not last long and came quickly all over her rolls, "Pick another fold Divac, there are so many, I know you want to screw my fat," she whispered. And he did.

Later she said, "I know just what you like Divac," right before dropping to all fours on the bed and telling him to come around behind her, slapping her butt and causing the huge pile of flesh to shake and jiggle. She hardly had to use her arms to stay upright as her belly rolls packed the space beneath her. Hours passed and both Brie and Divac were exhausted and sweaty. "You will live here with me," said the spent, happy man, "Move your items in here tonight!"

As Brie left the hacienda she saw Fat Cathy coming up the walk on the scooter, looking softer, slower and more frazzled than ever. "What were you doing in there?" screamed Cathy, "He is mine!" Brie laughed at her and said, "That's what you think, girl, he is mine now - this belly is the chosen one!" Cathy fumed and sped away on the scooter, screaming curses at Brie.

The old hag bikini matron, who had heard all the fracas from behind a tree nearby, cackled crazily and said, "Looks like my boy has ruined another figure for good! Welcome to the family, you piggy! I'll get your scooter ready - extra extra large!"