Chapter 4

The party went fine. People were clearly surprised by how much weight she had put on. She got a lot of “you look so... healthy,” and “looks like living together agrees with you” and so on. Out of the corners of her eyes, she saw a number of hushed side-conversations between women while they practically stared at her. It embarrassed her, but it also made her tingle.

After that, he started practically waiting on her, insisting she relax even more and not letting her do cleaning, shopping or anything strenuous. He was particularly attentive and tender before her workouts, insisting she eat something first - usually too much - to maintain her strength. These sessions often ended in the bedroom and her workouts became less and less frequent as the pounds piled on her. Despite her best efforts to stay with her exercise program, she started to both fret and thrill that she may be losing the little undeclared - at least on her side -weight war between them.

On her growingly infrequent trips to the gym, the surprise and shock on the faces of her friends and gym-mates got more obvious - she had gotten larger workout gear but not large enough to disguise her growing assets. Their comments became increasingly guarded until they pretty much only traded simple “hellos.” Different men were now approaching her too. The trainers saw her on a path to self destruction, and one of them confronted her with a “tough love” “you-know-you-are-killing-yourself” speech. Instead of readily admitting the girl was right, as she might have done before, she got so upset and offended, she stormed out never wanting to see the place again.

Going home in tears she told him about it. After listening very carefully, he told her that her eating was indeed getting out of control and she was turning into a fat slob. She was stunned and stopped sobbing immediately and he went on. “I don’t know how you expect me to be seen in public with you much longer,” and grabbing a handful of her belly fat, “it’s just disgusting! Now wait here.” With that he stormed into the kitchen and came back with a mixing bowl filled with a third of a chocolate layer cake, ice cream and chocolate syrup. He put in in front of her and handed her a tablespoon an she dutifully ate the whole thing.

Expanding Horizons

He started demanding that she gain more weight, making her eat more cakes, candies and “special shakes,” by ordering too much at a restaurant and insisting she eat it all before they could leave. Once home, he would help her undress and lovingly tell how fat she was getting and that she’d soon be too fat and lazy to do anything about it. He would take her on 2 and 3 week cruises and feed her Mai Tais and Pina Coladas when they weren’t at the buffet, so that on return, her clothes would be obscenely tight as she waddled ashore. He would scold her on the ride home and poke and squeeze her fat knowing how hot it got her. And within minutes of arriving home, they would be naked and sweaty on the floor panting as they recovered from their greedy sexual routine.

She was growing out of her shrinking wardrobe and had started letting him buy her clothes. They would start out rather loose and easily comfortable and over a period of weeks get snug and uncomfortable tight before he would agree to take her out to get something new. He demanded she try on everything he brought her at the stores and always snuck in a stretchy top, skirt or dress in the size she used to wear. It would look stretched, revealing every bulge and ripple, and it would embarrass her to model it to him in plain view of the store staff and customers.

It was only when she very reluctantly agreed to send her old, too-small and several-sizes-ago clothes to charity, that she realized she could possible lose the battle. She had been half-comforted herself with knowing she could exercise and diet her way back in that delicate size and part of her kind of hoped her weight gain would slow and stop soon. The other, wicked part of her looked forward to tearing through several more sizes and growing into a big, lazy fat girl.

She now thought of herself as fat and could see she was getting even fatter. In some ways it was like she was a spectator watching an attractive woman eat and gain more and more weight. She was terrified and turned-on at the same time. Her tummy was now very round and firm with a thick layer of soft fat that fascinated her. She would find herself stroking and kneading it when she watched television in a half dreamy state. Her boobs were real boobs now, round and fat ones that bounced when she walked. They also rested on her belly when she sat. And when she walked, her fat thighs rubbed together and her now broad hips and ass swayed, jiggled and quivered. She loved watching their love making in the mirror as he greedily enjoyed her expanding body and told her how completely she engulfed and emptied him. She also loved how much he filled her.

Standing in front of the mirror at more than twice her original weight with her heavy fat boobs, her big soft belly, her big ass and wide, rounded hips and her thick, soft thighs, she wished sometimes it didn’t turn her on so much, but then he would say something or touch her and she’d be off again.