Chapter 4

Brie was on top of the world with her new status as Divac's main squeeze. Cathy had departed the island in a huff, but not without several hundred thousand British pounds, a 300 pound weight gain bonus, and a steamer trunk full of jewelry. Cathy, who weighed out of the resort at 502 pounds, wore the largest pair of sweats that Brie had ever seen, and her distended, soft mountain of belly fat, barely constrained by the fabric, looked like a jello filled Hefty bag hanging off her frame. Although she was only 35 years old, the 2 years of gluttony and alcohol abuse made her look much older. "Screw you Brie," Cathy said, "I'm headed back to Jersey with this pile of cash and diamonds, and will find myself somebody there. There are always guys who like fat chicks!" Brie just smiled at her, her double chins dimpling, and said, "Enjoy the winters, Bitch! I'll be here letting Divac screw my belly anytime he wants."

Divac raveged her every night on their 12 foot diameter circular bed - his sexual appetite was immense, and every day when she gained weight, he got more excited. He loved to have her on top, with her immense waterfall of fat spilling all around him to squeeze - so many folds to choose from. Sometimes he would stand above her and marvel at the giant fat, gelatinous woman he had created, asking her to shake her massive body, while masturbating.

The scooter made life much easier. No longer was she sweating and huffing and puffing around the resort. She rolled easily from buffet to pool to snacking station to buffet to pool to bed with Divac, without exertion. And with the reduced activity, little though it had been, the pounds piled on even faster. She had just weighed in with Divac at 425 pounds. Anything she wanted she was given. 3 dozen oreos for a snack, no problem. Above 60" belly measurement, diamond ring. Thighs greater than 40" each, ruby necklace....and on and on it went.

While eating her second carton of ice cream one afternoon, served by special waiters with silver platters, she noticed a group of young women arriving at the resort in the limo. Brie thought, "Here they come, all skinny and poor, soon to be rich and covered in fat, just like me!" She thought that was really funny and sat up in her chaise lounge chair with great diffulty to see better. When she did this, her huge belly slipped and flopped down between her knees and rubbed painfully on the concrete pool deck. "Ouch," Brie said, "Need to have them lay a pad down here for me, geting too big to sit up."

She noticed that Divac was spending a REALLY long time talking to one new girl - she had coal black hair, was about 5'8" tall, and maybe 160 pounds, with an obvious belly roll, huge navel, and muffin top. And he kneaded her belly roll with both hands! Divac did not talk to 2 nearby bottom-heavy girls, or another one with very thick thighs. Brie scowled and angrily waddled over, very slowly as she was softer and heavier than she ever thought possible, forgetting the scooter, and pulled Divac aside after the girls went to get their bikinis.

"Why are you talking to that new slut!" she barked, out of breath from the short walk.

"Well my dear," said Divac, "I would like you to help this new girl gain weight - there is another 500 British pounds for you, for very pound the new girl gains - her name is Raven. If you fatten her up, you will soon be very rich!"