House arrest

chapter 5

It was just another day in the loony bin. It was probably my 4th day there. I wasn't sure how much longer I'd have to be there. I didn't really mind it. It's better than jail. You get to hangout with girls if you're in the substance abuse class. Other than that, they separate the genders. I learned that the first time I came here, so the 2nd time I was admitted, this time, I made sure to let them know that I had started doing way too much cocaine.
So there I was, sitting in one of those plastic chairs, listening to some old hippie whose parents sent him to college back in the 80s tell me why I'm an addict. I'm not even an addict, but I was glancing around taking in the scenery, high on life. There were mostly fat girls in there. The meds they give them cause weight gain. But the good news is, well, that's what I'm into! I love fat chicks. I prefer watching the progress, you know the before and after transformation. That's why I was so excited when Ivy walked in.
They let you wear normal clothes in there, which is dope. She was dressed in a tanktop with gym shorts. You could see the cellulite on her thick thighs, her belly hanging gently over her waistband, and her large breasts poking out, nipples protruding. She was probably the sexiest girl I've ever seen in the loony bin.
Her mannerisms were... awkward, though. She didn't seem confident, as most girls who wear that stuff would be. She had her arms folded for most of the time, as if to cover her stomach. I smiled at her, as warmly as I could, and she didn't smile back. Her bright blue eyes darted away.
But I made sure that she had my number. The next time we had that class, I slipped it to her. I was released before the next class was in session, but I never forgot about her. Not once.
It was a month later when I received a text. She told me who she was, and asked me if I wanted to meet up. "Hell yeah," I told her.
I found out she lives just up the highway in the neighboring town. So I picked her up. She looked like she had gained 20 pounds since the last time I saw her. Holy shit. Me, being like abnormal or maybe just not having manners, I greeted her with, "What did they give you in there?"
"What? What do you mean?" Ivy replied softly, but in an alarmed manner.
"Oh, nothing, I meant like, why were you in there? You're not gonna kill me or anything right?"
Ivy laughed. Her face lit up again. "No, how about you, Mr. Psycho? You going to kidnap me?"
"I haven't decided yet," I replied. "Let's go get some food."

I took her to an Italian restaurant. She ordered pasta. Lots of calories, I thought. Nice. As she devoured it, she kept looking up at me. I now know that she was trying to figure out if I was into watching her eat or not. I was trying to not make it seem so obvious, but that was a total failure.
"Can I get a box, please?" Ivy asked the waiter.
Then, we climbed into my car. As I went to start it, she attacked me. I mean, full on attack mode. She was kissing my ears and my neck and my mouth, and then went right down to my dick.
We started fucking. She was on top, and I was super close to nutting. That's when she legit opened up her box of spaghetti and started eating it while fucking. I came instantly, without pulling out, and she just kept going. I did not have the strength to throw her off of me. I'm guessing she weighed 200 pounds at that point.
All I could do at that point was feel her chunky love handles and squeeze her ass, but as soon as I felt the soft ripples of that fat ass, I'd ejaculate again.
I fell in love. We've now been dating for 3 years. In those 3 years, she has gained about 140 pounds. Most of that, she gained while still on house arrest. Since she got off, she could get out more, and we fucked a lot more, so it slowed down her weight gain a bit. But she has still managed to creep up there. I just love when she shows me old photos of herself at 108 pounds. I love hearing the story of her struggles and how she ended up gaining so much weight. So, here's to you, reader! Hope you enjoyed.