chapter 2

I knew I was eating too much still. So I went to the gym, but that was horribly embarrassing. Guys were checking out my big fat ass. Girls who recognized me from before were talking behind my back. I was so sure they were talking about me. I couldn’t go back. I was doomed. But still it did seem like Mark was into me at the Christmas party right? I convinced myself that maybe I wouldn’t gain anymore weight? Maybe 225 wasn’t THAT bad? Maybe I could just eat less?

I did try to eat less, but being stuffed so thoroughly for 2 months, if I wasn’t eating I was hungry. My weight gain did slow down though. Not being surrounded by Holiday food to stuff myself with helped. Plus, Mark spent 8 months back in Savanah helping to train some of their new team member; so, I had significantly less food pushed on me. My appetite even normalized a bit. I didn't gain too much weight. By the end of August, I was only up 240. I had grown resigned to the fact that I was big girl now, but I thought I carried it well.

When Mark came back, I thought he still liked what he saw. He definitely couldn’t take his eyes off my ass. With Mark’s return though, came the return of all the food just being handed to me, put on my desk and just forced on me. Still, that kind of turned me on. He took such good care of me. By the end of September I’d put on another 15 lbs. My appetite was growing. I was getting bigger more quickly again. I was worried about what another holiday onslaught might do to me.

Sure enough, the holidays hit hard. My desk packed with candy, cookies, leftovers, brownies, whatever! Mark would stop by and make a show. putting together a plate for me to 'make sure I didn't go hungry.' As if I wasn’t stuffed already. Did it look like I hadn’t had enough to eat? I'd eat it though. I was out of control. I was eating more than ever. Mark was feeding way too much. I knew it was insane, but the attention just felt so good. I loved being taken care of by him. So I just packed it in anyway.

I was getting fat so fast I couldn't keep up. It was getting harder to move around. I got winded on the stairs and short walks. I didn't even like the strain of getting out of my chair. So I grew lazier and more sedentary, spending more time at my desk where I continually was snacking, fattening myself up even more.

By the Christmas party I weighed 315 lbs. My ass was gigantic and fat and my thighs we fattened ham hocks. My gut had grown thick and heavy and my arms were soft. My boobs had grown very large. I’d taken to wearing deep V-necks to show off my huge fat tits off in a last ditch effort to catch Mark’s attention. I felt enormous. I thought it seemed like Mark was constantly checking me out while he stuffed me, but I was sure that couldn't be right. Why would a guy that hot be into my fat ass?

Anyway, at the party I decided I was too fat to be on my feet all night, so I grabbed a bottle of wine and a seat at one of the tables. I wasn’t surprised when I spotted Mark making his way over to me with two trays of Christmas cookies and a bottle of wine.

When he got to me, he just gave me his room key and just said “let's go fat girl” and walked away with the cookies and the wine. I was stunned! Did he just call me fat? Did he just give me his room key? Did this mean what I thought? I practically jumped up and waddled after him.

When I got to the room I couldn’t believe it, his shirt was already off. His abs and rippling muscles were everything I’d imagined. He picked me up with shocking ease. I felt my soft body pressed against his rock hard one for a second as he flipped me onto the bed. I practically tore of my clothes showing my fattened body to him. He responded by grabbing the first tray of cookies and asking

“You want these fat girl?”

I nodded. I wanted them so bad. I want him to stuff me with them and stuff his cock inside of me.

He fed each cookie to me while exciting her with his finger. Then he grabbed a second tray and whispered

“You know I’m going fatten you endlessly?”

I nodded.

“Until all you are is a fattened greedy pig.”

I nodded again. Then he flipped me over and slid his cock inside me.

I caught a glance of what I’d become in the mirror. Wasn't I fitness model 2 years ago? Before I met this man? Now I was a 315 lbs whale on my hands and knees stuffing myself with Christmas cookies and moaning in ecstasy while this gorgeous man fucked me from behind. My huge fat thighs supporting my fat ass which was stuck up into the air, rippling every time he slammed into it. My fattened gut and huge boobs hung down, pressing against the mattress. My plump arms half supporting me while I licked the tray for cookie crumbs. If I wasn't a fat greedy pig already what was coming?