chapter 5

For the next couple of months I was so wrapped up in moving in with Rick that I didn't notice the subtle changes that were taking place all over my body. Oh, who the heck am I kidding? When your mother, your father, your sister and your brother all ask when the baby is due, it's a cinch those changes weren't all that subtle. I just decided not to notice them, which is a bunch easier than you'd think.

I'll be honest with you. I really didn't think I was eating that much, which was true if you only counted the three meals a day I was eating. Somehow, in the midst of a move and a strong case of horny infatuation, I forgot to count extra goodies and snacks when I was counting calories. I'd have a nice bowl of oatmeal in the morning. What could be fattening about oatmeal you might ask. Well maybe it was the two tablespoons of peanut butter, pat of butter, half and half and about half a cup of raisins. But when I used my internal calorie counter, all I got was the oatmeal. I usually started work around noon, so I'd have a mid-morning snack before I headed out. Nothing special. Maybe a cinnamon bun, or two. A doughnut here and there. I'd wash it down with a small glass of half and half. I probably should have had milk but half and half was so rich and creamy!

I'd have lunch at the restaurant. Pre-Rick I'd have a small bowl of soup and half a sandwich or a side salad and a small, grilled steak. Post-Rick,I don't know why but I had a constant craving for burgers and fries with a milk shake.

I didn't get out of the restaurant until around ten. Around six I'd cut out and slurp down another burger, but this was only after I'd have a midday snack, usually a fairly large candy bar. I really didn't think I was stuffing in the food like some demented pig or anything. But I have to admit I came to LOVE feeling nice and full almost ALL the time. There's a price to be paid for that, namely a new wardrobe!

Where was Rick while all this was going on? I don't know what it was but the bigger I seemed to get the hornier that son of a gun got. What's more, he revealed himself to be a LOT more experienced as a lover than I'd have guessed in a hundred years. Whatever buttons I had, Rick knew how to play them like an orchestra. He'd use hands, tongue, naughty bits like a maestro and all I could do was melt into a puddle of love sweat. And when he wasn't banging away at my body, he was complimenting me on how delicious my rounding figure was, constantly telling me just how beautiful I was and how he couldn't resist the magnetic attraction of my scrumptious body. How could a girl resist all that? And I didn't, I can assure you!

The only cloud on the horizon was the fact that my new "fat" wardrobe had now become my "way too tight" wardrobe. I went from a six/eight to a ten/twelve to a fourteen. My boobs blossomed from a 34 B to a 40 D, and to tell the truth those boobs were hanging out there for all the world to see, that's how tight those 40 D's had gotten.

One morning, about two months after I moved in, I decided to step on Rick's scale. I figured I MIGHT weigh as much as 175 pounds. And I did. Plus twelve more. Yep! I was fast approaching two hundred pounds and well on my way to becoming a genuine porker. But I was in love and my man adored what I was becoming, so why tempt fate, right?