Chapter 2 - the sweet conclusion

As our conservations grew longer, so did her appetite. As her appetite grew bigger, so did her waistline. Time kept ticking by and all the junk food and laziness was beginning to take its toll on Gloriana in a major way. I watched her outgrow her clothes; tank tops and t-shirts showing off her newly developed beer gut, as most of them either raised up past her belly button or were stretched so tight across her doughy stomach that the indent of said belly button was plain to even the least observant eye. I could hear some of the moms at the stop whisper that she might be pregnant, but that illusion was shattered as soon as that baby bump started jiggling like a bowl full of jelly.

Her tits helped add to the illusion though, seemingly swollen with enough milk to feed a family of four (or provide just a decent-sized snack for Gloriana). But there was not a single drop of milk to be found. Just big, fatty breast tissue that spilled out of even the most modest of tops (to be fair though, most of Gloriana's tops were made to be revealing, especially in the cleavage department). They bounced up to me every evening, glistening with sweat like two misted honeydew. I drooled a little every time I saw them catch the occasional drip from her cone, leading to her wiping it up and then licking the cream off her finger. I can't imagine any of her bras fit her comfortably, but considering that she stopped wearing them awhile ago, I had no way of knowing for sure.

Every skirt or pair of shorts she wore bordered on the obscene, showing off a censorable amount of butt cheek. Sweet orbs of cinnamon flesh bouncing up and down in perfect motion, forcing her poor bottoms to be pushed higher and higher up her thick, buttery thighs. Hints of cellulite dotted her lower half from hip to knee, as emerging love handles and saddlebags buried her dancing bones deeper and deeper below the Gloriana Sea of Blubber.

Three months of doing nothing but sitting on her rapidly expanding ass while shoving food into her increasingly plump face had completely wiped away any remnants of the old Gloriana. Her skin took on a greasy shine to it from all the sugar and fats she had been consuming. It had also grown paler, losing the additional tan she had gained from sunbathing, despite it still being summer. Stretch marks began to appear on her hips and belly, unable to fully accommodate the speed of her growth. A smattering of pimples began to pop up too across her face and chest, an inescapable reality of such an unhealthy diet. Said face had grown fuller cheeks, with a slight double chin on the verge of popping out into existence.

She may have become a bit of a chubby slob, but she seemed happy. After hearing hours of story's about her time as a dancer, this new life seemed like a massive relief. The painstaking measures she went through to stay competitive for auditions had left her damn near anorexic. Starving herself for days and working out constantly just to look a hair thinner than some other girl who was doing the same had left her miserable. It killed her dream of dancing professionally and was killing her spirit in the process. If eating and catching up on years of tv she had missed made her happy, then I wasn't going to stand in her way. I was going to help her. If that meant enabling her bad habits, then that's what I was going to do.

Over the course of the summer, I had fallen in love with this woman. I knew everything there was to know about her; her favorite color, favorite movie, biggest fear, biggest secret, her hopes, her dreams, her interests. She grew more beautiful in my eyes everyday, no matter what size she was. She was flawless to me. So when I got a job offer from a local company and my brother's injury finally healed up, I knew I had to act on my feelings as soon as possible. So on my last day, I asked her if she wanted to go on a date with me. She said yes enthusiastically, shaking like flubber in an earthquake as she jumped up and down in excitement, popping the button off a pair of jean shirts that had seen better days in the process. She then grabbed me by the collar and pulled me in for a kiss. I could taste the chocolate and peanuts on her lips from the drumstick she had just finished a few minutes prior. When we finally detached, she asked what took me long. I just told her that I would make it worth the wait.

So in conclusion, I lost a crappy job that I hated and gained a soulmate who I love, so I'd say that this summer turned out pretty good in the end. As for what happens next, well that's a story for another day amigo. In the meantime, I have to get going. Can't keep my gordita waiting.