Chapter 3

-What did you mean when you said you wouldn't mind if a gained a few pounds? Shannon looked Greg feeling the familiar guilt from not having told Greg about her history.

-Shannon I know how careful you are about your weight. I only meant that you're married now and maybe you should relax a bit. Personally I wouldn't mind at all if you were a bit softer, especially if you get bigger boobs, Gerg joked and put his hands on Shannon's B-cups.

Shannon tried to remember how large her boobs had been when she was fat. The biggest bra she had owned was D-cup and it had been ridiculously small at her fattest.

-No Greg, really, if I let myself go even just a bit, I'll turn into a blimp before you know it.

-How can you be so sure about that? Besides I'd love you just as much even if you were a blimp. I've seen the pics where you are a bit plump. I think you looked really good in those.

-Yeah well that was before...Shannon started and then shut her mouth.

-Before what?

-Nothing, will you leave the subject if I have one of those damn muffins, Shannon said trying to change the topic.

-Fine, fine, I don't want to start an argument on our honeymoon. I just think you're overreacting. You can let loose once in a while without suddenly turning into a blimp, you know.

Shannon nodded and carefully took the smallest muffin on her plate. She hadn't eaten anything like that for four years. No donuts, ice cream (excpet diet version), cakes, chocolate, nothing. She had known that if she allowed herself any slack she'd start all over again like alcoholics or drug addicts. She knew she must have eaten hundreds of muffins and at her fattest she could have easily eaten two dozen of them without breaking sweat.

Slowly she lifted the muffin to her lips and took a tiny bite. When the chocolaty substance hit her tastebuds, she couldn't help herself and gasped out loud. At first her mouth almost hurt as the combination of sugar, grease and chocolate was so strong after four years. After the first shock the muffin started to taste good, really good. Shannon felt tears starting to well up in her eyes. She took another, a bit bigger bite. Then another. And another.

Soon the muffin was gone and Shannon felt something she hadn't felt in four years: satisfying fullness in her stomach. She was high from the sugar and chocolate.

-That good, eh? Greg smirked and patted Shannon's flat stomach. And you're still thin. I told you one muffin can't kill you.

Shannon hadn't felt that good for ages and after breakfast they retired to their cabin and had sex. It was better than usual.

That same evening Shannon and Gerg laid on their bed after having sex again. Shannon couldn't get what Greg had said out of her mind. Could it be possible that Greg really wouldn't mind if she gained some weight? The muffin had done its job well and Shannon's appetite was starting to wake up again. She could still feel the taste and contour of the muffin and she desperately yearned for more. But nobody liked fat girls. If she got fat Greg would still probably love her, but would he deisre her? Would he like to have sex with her? She had to know.