Chapter 3

Thursday, 3rd July

It has been something that have been thinking about for a few days and I finally plucked up the courage to ask today.

“I was thinking maybe we should get you on a scale to see how far you have come.”

“You’d like that would you?”

“Umm sure would, and don’t pretend you wouldn’t too.”

“Okay guilty, so lets go upstairs.”

So I followed her up to the bathroom, getting to admire how round her derrière was getting, particularly evident in the leggings she was wearing. Once there she pulled out an electronic scale from under a cabinet and then she stripped off her clothes.

“So what did you weigh last summer?” I asked

“About one hundred and twenty five pounds.”

“And come on don’t leave me in suspense, what does it say now?”

“Oh, one hundred and sixty one, that is five more even than I was when I got back.”

“And every pound has made you look all the more beautiful.”

“You say all the right things, now come here and show me how much you love the new me.”

So I did right there in the bathroom, I could not resist, she was already in her birthday suit after all.

This evening at home I found myself looking up her BMI (I know it is not meant to mean much but I was intrigued) with her being 5 foot 6 and 161 lbs, that meant she was considered only just overweight. It showed that it would take another twenty five pounds for her to be considered obese, I could not help but think what she might look like with an extra twenty five pounds and if could we possibly get her there before we left for our second years at university.

Still can’t figure out what has got into me recently but I am certainly enjoying the ride.

Monday, 14th July

It was so infuriating today, there was Sarah bursting out of her drawstring bikini, stuffing her face with a big bag of crisps in the morning, a foot long sandwich and a few cookies at lunch and a couple of ice creams in the afternoon. And all I could do was watch from afar as Mr Adams was in all day and I dare not do anything to his daughter while he was hanging around.

Just to make it worse Sarah would keep giving her belly a shake when she saw I was looking and her father was not.

Tuesday, 15th July

Not again, he stayed home all day, would write more but I need a cold shower to maybe calm me down.

Wednesday, 16th July

Thank goodness Mr Adams was not home today I am not sure I could of managed another day of watching Sarah stuff herself full of food and not being able to give her belly a good rub.

Having not had the chance for four whole days I knew I wanted to be with her but could not decided what I wanted more, to stuff her full of food or to have my wicked way with her. In the end I did not get the choice she had already lined up a selection of food in her room and expected me to help her work her way through it.

I know she has got quite the appetite but when I looked at the large array of food I was convinced she would never be able to get close to finishing it all. There was a dozen doughnuts, with half a dozen assorted pastries, but to start there was a bag of fast food from a local burger place, she had two quarter pounders, a large fries and a chocolate milkshake, she decided to eat these alone and I just watched across from her.

“Why are you eating so fast? The food is going to go anywhere.” I asked

“I read somewhere that if you eat quickly enough you can eat more because your body does not realise how full you are, so I thought I’d give it a go.”

“Okay then enough gassing, more eating, fatty.” With that she was off again alternating between the burger and fries.

Some of the relish out of her second burger ran down her chin and landed on her impressive cleavage, without missing a beat she quickly used the index finger of her spare hand to collect the rogue relish and then licked it clean, then was back to taking another big bite out of her burger, that was soon finished. I was so sexy from where I sat.

After that I got a feed her the doughnuts, as she tried to keep her lightening pace and I tried to encourage her, although I noticed after around the eighth she was clearly slowing. That I was beginning to realise was the point to start giving her belly a rub to ease a bit of the pressure and she continued munching away on the final four doughnuts.

Then she went to grab the box of pastries but the movement seemed to show her just how full she was.

“Oft, Err”

“Let me, do that, sit back down” I grabbed the box and Sarah got comfortable again, then I got out a Danish for her.

“Mmmm, I love these.”

And she was straight back to eating and one by one the pastries disappeared into her maw. Finally I picked out a apple turnover her last treat and handed it to her while she set about it I went back to rubbing her now incredibly full belly.

“What’s next?”

“You’ve finished, my plump princess.”

“Oh good, I don’t think I could have eaten anymore really. So so full.”

“Wow, I am so impressed, I never thought you could eat all that, I am so proud, now why don’t you get comfy and have a little nap.”

So we got into her bed and she soon fell asleep, while I was very wide awake just cuddled up against her chubby form. By the time we did have sex I was a little disappointed in myself, I was already so aroused that I really did not last very long, although I don’t think she minded too much given how stuffed her belly was and she was still a bit out of it in what looked like a food coma from earlier.