Chapter 6

****Laura****

It finally happened. I think in the back of my mind I knew it was inevitable if I continued down this path. Still, I had managed to stay in denial.

At least, until today.

It started out as a normal Friday, I was rushing around while Alan ate his breakfast and read the newspaper at the kitchen table. We get to wear jeans on Fridays, so I snagged a pair without thinking and started to yank them on. This particular pair was one of my favorites, it really highlighted my long legs and toned rear.

To my despair, the denim caught about three-fourths of the way up my thighs. I gasped in horror as I realized what had happened.

I, Laura Melinda Watkins, had gained weight. I tugged and swore and pulled and huffed and puffed and finally the jeans got up to my hips. With grim determination I took ahold of both flaps and pulled them together.

They didn't make it. I glared at the soft flesh that pooched out, keeping the flaps spread out in a V shape. In a fit of pique I threw myself flat onto my bed, sucked in as much as possible, and tugged with all my might.

That damn button and button-hole were still separated by a good inch. I bit my lip, feeling like I was about to cry. I grabbed my "fat jeans" from the closet, the pair that would fit during "that time of month" when I was all puffy and bloated. I threw on a loose blouse that would disguise the fact that I now had love handles! After a quick kiss on the cheek for Alan, I hurried off to work.

For the entire drive I was miserably aware of how the waistband of my "fat jeans" still managed to pinch my softened waistline. I knew I was only a few pounds away sporting an actual muffin top! In order to calm myself a bit, I stopped at my favorite coffee shop on the way to work. Of course I ended up getting a large caramel latte with whipped cream and a ridiculously huge pastry. I knew this behavior was making it worse, but I just couldn't stop. Every time I started to stress at work I made a trip to the vending machine, and for lunch I walked down the street to a sub shop and ate a foot-long meatball sub with chips and a large soda. I was so full I felt like I could pop, but I still stopped at a bakery to grab a large chocolate chip cookie on my walk back.

Even though I was stuffed full after work from the big lunch and constant snacking, I still stopped at the drive-thru to grab a double cheeseburger and large vanilla shake. By the time I pulled into the driveway at home my pants were unbuttoned and I was a queasy mess. I told Alan I was feeling a little under the weather and put on my pajamas, thankful for the elastic waist. I managed to avoid eating anything else, even after Alan offered to make me soup. I fell asleep quite early, my stomach still rumbling softly.

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I awoke to the sensation of Alan's fingers gently squeezing the soft flesh that had recently gathered right below my navel. I turned on my side, facing away from, but he just moved in closer. I could tell he was in an obvious state of excitement as his crotch pressed against my rear, his arm reaching over my side so he could keep fondling my pudge. I have to be honest, as much as I felt disgusting from the binging and weight gain, his insistent horniness actually turned me on as well. It had been a while since we made love, especially as I got more self-conscious about my body. My only concern was that he'd feel my softer form as I lay beneath him.

"Someone a little frisky?" I murmured.

"Mmm," he replied, his face against my neck.

"Maybe we can try it . . . that other way?" I suggested.

"Really?" Alan asked, his voice rising a bit in excitement.

I knew doggy style was one of his favorite positions. Although it wasn't all that appealing to me, I knew each time I suggested "that other way", he'd be raring to go. I figured this time at least it would keep him from finding out that my toned stomach was rounder and softer.

We quickly slid out of our clothes and got into position. It was rare for us to even go a week without sex, so neither of us needed much warming up. However, I quickly realized my error as Alan knelt behind me and slowly slid inside. As much I enjoyed the sensation of joining together, I was distracted by the way his hands gripped my new love handles. My ass felt large and soft as it molded against his hips. With my heavier breasts swaying beneath me as we found our rhythm, I felt like a cow. The worst part was when Alan really picked up the pace and I felt the new layer of fat on my belly jiggle and ripple with each thrust.

We, or should I say he, finished quite quickly. Alan managed to half mumble something about whether it was good for me before he fell into a deep sleep. I pulled my clothes back on and spent some time staring at the ceiling, wondering what I could do to gain back the control. I'm ashamed to admit that I did take a quick trip down to the kitchen for a late-night snack before falling asleep.