Chapter 4

Wednesday, 23rd July

Sarah had arranged today to go out with some of her old school friends for a day of shopping.

“It might be a while before you get some food if you’re out so we better make sure you are full before you leave.”

“Sounds like a good idea, but be quick I have to be out for eleven”

I quickly fixed her up a breakfast of a dozen pancakes, four just with sugar and lemon juice, four with a generous lashing of maple syrup and the final four with ice cream. She decided to tuck into them at the breakfast bar in the kitchen, which from where I stood was kind of comical watching her get her get her slightly alien to her form up onto the stool.

It gave me a great view of how much bigger her bum had gotten but particularly how much fatter her thighs were than her old school days up on the high stool. You would never of thought looking at them that just over a year ago she was a star of the schools track team. In virtually no time at all the pancakes were no more and all that was left was a mix of melted ice cream and maple syrup. It was never going to go to waste however and Sarah tilted her plate to let the liquid run into her mouth and then licked kind of seductively the plate clean.

“Mmm, that was lovely, it should keep me tied over for a while.”

After we had finished she went to get changed while I went out to start work, until a couple of minutes later I noticed my mobile was ringing and it happened to actually be Sarah on the phone.

“Ryan can you come up here”

So I came into the house and up the stairs to her room, upon entering I saw her struggling on her bed to put on her jeans.

“Maybe I shouldn’t have had so much breakfast.” She said as she was trying to yank her jeans over her fattened thighs. It was clearly more than just a few pancakes that was stopping her getting them on, it was more likely the five to ten pound she had put on since she had last worn the already tight jeans.

With a bit of help from myself pulling we managed to get the jeans over her thighs but it was quickly apparent they were never going to fasten, there was just too much luscious fat in the way. I had to try to stop getting too excited at the scene before me and concentrate on the problem at hand.

“Well we are never going to get those to fasten, but I am sure we can find something in here that’s suitable.”

With which I opened her walk-in wardrobe and we had a hunt, she refused any of her sweat pants to be seen out in, so finally we settled on a dress, which appeared a bit more evening than day but looked like it would be a bit more forgiving of her extra weight. She managed to get it on with a bit of effort getting it passed at first her breasts and then even harder her belly. It did rather show off the curves of her body because of its tightness but it certainly was not indecent or anything. She quickly applied a bit of makeup, gave me a kiss and with that she was off, given the hunt for clothes had made her a little late to meet her friends.

At least with her gone it gave me a chance to get some work done, which I have been kind of neglecting recently, there has been far too much else to do.

Thursday, 24th July

When I arrived at Sarah’s this morning she was looking decidedly glum about something or other.

“Morning beautiful, what is the matter, my little piggy?”

“Don’t call me that”

“What is wrong?”

“I am just too fat, no one seemed to mind at university or tell me anything was wrong as I got fatter, my Dad has never said anything and you, well your just incorrigible, but Alice and Georgina yesterday were so mean, you should of heard them.”

“I am sure it was just the shock of seeing how much you have changed since you last saw them, it was to me, I am sure when they get used to the new you and see how you are happy with it they will come around.”

“You really think?”

“Yeah trust me, now why don’t I fix you up a little snack, I sure your belly is crying out to be feed.”

“Well I am starving, I only had cereal for breakfast.” With that I fetched her a packet of Twinkies to munch on while I thought about making her something a bit more substantial.

It is bizarre just over a month ago I was horrified by the fact she had gotten as big as she had and now I am the one trying to convince her it is fine to be a larger lady.

Saturday, 26th July

This evening I was out for a few drinks with my best mate Mark at the Red Lion.

“You are working for Mr Adams again this summer aren’t you?”

“Yeah sure, why do you ask?”

“John bumped into Sarah and a couple of her friends earlier in the week and said she looked huge, it isn’t true is it?

“She has certainly put on a few while she was away at uni.”

“It is such a shame when such good looking girl goes to pot, isn‘t it?”

“Yeah, it’s too bad, another pint mate?” Had to ask that just to get out of the conversation, even though we had around a third of a pint left.

I really did not like saying things like that about my bountiful Sarah, but I was scared what others might think of me so I played along. Why could I not just say I thought she looked great bigger and I hoped she got even bigger.

But I didn’t, I am such a coward.