chapter 1 after-dinner reminiscences

Jennifer leaned back into the sofa's luxurious softness and placed a hand on her well-fed tummy. The table and remnants of supper had been cleared away, and at Jennifer's request the sofa and the poof had been lifted close to the huge Georgian fireplace so she could better warm her plump feet in the light of of its languid embers. Jennifer had chastised the maids' clumsiness as they set the sofa down with a bump, nearly upsetting her delicate stomach, but now she was contentedly relaxing in her mansion's cosiest living room. As the fire crackled, a sleepy smile settled on the brunette's beautiful face, and her eyelids started to droop lazily.

Another day of decadence had passed. The maids had retired for the night - though Marcia was only a bell ring away - and Jennifer was settling in for a long and well-deserved nap to digest an agreeable dinner of oysters, roast duck, roast quail and strawberry cheesecake. Sighing contentedly, the lady of the house reached lazily for the gold-rimmed box next to her and balanced it atop her rather round belly (she had just eaten, after all). Opening the box, she gazed over the swell of her gently rising breasts at the treasure within: deliciously swirly premium Belgian truffles - quite possibly the most expensive chocolates in the world. Daintily prising one out with her thumb and middle finger, Jennifer lifted it to her full lips. Her tongue leapt out to welcome the majestic morsel.

Moaning and squirming with delight, she reached immediately for another.

The scene was serenely decadent. Marrying her billionaire boyfriend had allowed Jennifer Maurice the lifestyle she'd always wanted. Bulters, maids, chefs, five-star restaurants, chauffeurs, luxury holidays, exotic delicacies. It was little wonder that the ruby-studded evening dress that now struggled to contain her extravagant curves was many sizes larger than the diamond-encrusted wedding gown she had slipped into just three years ago. Not that this had registered on Jennifer. When she looked up sleepily above the fireplace at the huge painting, elaborately framed in heavy gold, of the happy couple on their wedding day, she saw a perfect reflection of her current self. Reaching absentmindedly for another Belgian truffle, the bulging brunette thought back to her wedding.

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There she had stood, her slim but exaggeraged hourglass accentuated magnificently in her priceless wedding dress. As she walked down the isle, she felt the perfect bride, hips swaying and breasts bouncing lightly, mid-length, exquisitely luscious dark hair framing a beautifully symmetrical face, with high cheeks, richly red lips and a smile that would have made Helen of Troy squeal with envy. It was the smile of a woman about to get everything she'd ever wanted.

That her billionaire groom was young, handsome and athletic was just a bonus: since high school Jennifer had yearned only for the high life, and had been determined to use her natural beauty to get it.

Their three month honeymoon had been in the royal suite of an exclusive luxury pacific ocean liner. When they had arrived, a sumptuous five course banquet had been laid out in the suite: Balik salmon and duck eggs to start, Oscetra caviar, rare-breed steak, Madeline au Truffle cheesecake. Giddy with excitement Jennifer had made orgasmic noises as she savoured every bite. Sated, she stood and turned to the king sized bed, letting her dress slip down to reveal her large but classically shaped posterior and lengthy legs, before swishing slowly towards the sheets, smugly aware that her new husband was utterly entranced.

In the weeks that followed Jennifer would rise late, enjoy a decadent breakfast in bed - generally eight rashes of rare bacon and a six-egg frittata omlet topped with a pound of lobster claw - and then saunter up on deck to laze in a deckchair to guzzle Laurent Perrier champagne by the bottle and snack on the finest Oscetra caviar - a dish she had taken such a liking to that her doting husband ensured that she was never far from a bowl, whether bronzing her magnificent body by the pool or relaxing in their luxury suite.

But the part of the holiday Jennifer loved most of all was dining. She and David ate absurdly extravagant meals from silver plates at a specially reserved table. The appeal to Jennifer's love of status and luxury was intoxicating. She got a thrill out of the knowledge that in a single sitting she was consuming well over $1,000 of fancy food and drink. The self-indulgent brunette would frequently order second helpings of whatever decadent dessert was on offer, revelling in the exquisite taste and sheer opulence of it all. David laughed and smiled at the moans of delight and expressions of ecstacy that crossed his new wife's face as she dispatched yet another heavy forkful of rich cake or luxury brownie. He adored the sultry, sleepy-eyed look of overindulgence that came over her when she leaned back in her priceless gold-threaded dining chair after another evening of five-star feasting. However big the helpings, Jennifer would never leave a crumb, and though beyond full afterwards, she was still greedy for sex with her hunky husband when they returned to their suite, her libido seemingly fuelled by the mountains of luxury food in her belly. Eating and love making were the only things she put any effort into.

Four weeks into the cruise, exactly a month after their wedding, David had the chefs whip up a replica of their wedding cake. This delighted Jennifer no end, and she allowed her husband to feed her slice after slice, just as he had on their wedding night. Finally full, she slipped off into the bathroom of their suite with a giggle. David grinned as her fulsome buttocks jiggled divinely - looking even more shapely and curvy than ever. And when his wife returned shortly clad in her white silk wedding undergarments, it was more than he could take. She rushed into his arms, and they collapsed onto the bed.

David awoke the next morning never having felt better. He lifted himself out of bed and went to bring the breafast cart in from outside the room, where the cabin crew ad left it - as they did every morning, in accordance with Jennifer's demands. Rolling the cart through the door, David stopped and leaned over it to gaze happily at the perfect vision of his sleeping wife.

It was a warm morning, and she'd pushed the covers off and lay on her side, presenting the back of her incredible hourglass figure to him. Her light snoring only adding to her endearing beauty. It was then that David noticed that the white silk knickers, tailored to Jennifer's round posterior a day before the wedding, looked... rather tight. Her shapely rear seemed to have developed quite an appetite for them. He looked down her legs, gorgeously tanned from hours of sunbathing...But.... had those thighs always been quite so..juicy?

Jennifer chose that moment to stretch a leg, sigh, and turn onto her back. For a moment David was lost in the exquisite beauty of her smiling face, its high cheek-bones framed perfectly by a stunning bed-head of luxurious brown hair - he was distracted only by the sound of a light slap as Jennifer's right arm came across her body to rest on...well...David's eyes widened.

Beneath his wife's soft, manicured fingers, rising and falling gently with her sleepy breathing, was what could only be described as a chubby pot belly. His initial surprise gave way to a smile - what had he expected, really, given the amount she'd been eating lately? He hadn't noticed it before because Jennifer's body had been growing in proportion - the legs a little thicker, the bottom a tad curvier, the hips wider, the breasts bouncier the face very slightly fuller. He grinned smugly; the lady clearly liked her food. Pushing the breakfast cart over to the bedside, he picked up a particularly big eclair and straddled his sleeping wife. He placed his other hand on her pudgy middle, marvelling at how soft and smooth it was. Jennifer's beautiful eyes fluttered open like a lazy butterfly. She smiled. Then spotting the eclair, she closed her eyes again and opened her mouth.

Jennifer was too happy and vain to notice her weight gain, and David bought her new clothes from the liner's designer stores so often that she had no reason to suspect her figure was expanding. But expand it did. She had become so used to the heavy, rich fare served to her that she was taking second helping of almost every course at meals now. She always had the most exotic item on the menu, and by the end of the cruise she had eaten so many endangered species that David wondered she wasn't wanted by the wildlife foundation. The huge trollys of decadant treats that were brought to the suite were going back emptier and emptier. By the last week of the cruise, David guessed that his bulging bride had packed a whopping fifty pounds onto her wedding figure. But she still maintained those perfect hourglass proportions - the swaying, heavenly hips, the swelling chest... well, at least if you excluded the orb of overindulgence that now pushed out beneath her heaving bosom and balanced out her bulging backside. Still Jennifer's brown skin was perfectly smooth - the richness and quality of the many meals she had devoured ensuring that her exaggerated hourglass expanded without adding an ounce of flab. To her husband she was the perfect woman, and when the walked hand in hand off the ship to their chuaffeur-driven Bentley, the two lovers were more deeply besotted with each other than ever.

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Back in the living room, the fire was almost ash. An empty box of belgian chocolates slipped to the floor. Jennifer gave a modest burp, and drifted off to sleep.