chapter 4

Roger called ahead and later came by to Sam's house the next month after a business trip and found her with a cold attitude and wearing jeans a sweatshirt, hiding her fat rolls, not the normal too-small bikini. He noted that Sam looked extra REALLY big and he cocck twitched.

"What's up piggy?," he said grabbing a beer and sitting down next to her.

"What's up is you are busted," Sam stated as Candy stepped out of the bedroom, - Candy was looking really bloated, belly sagging, fatter than ever and very tired.

"What's going on here?" stammered Roger.

"Cheater. You now have both of us pregnant and you are going to pay!" said Sam, with Candy nodding away, her double chin jiggling. She handed over the 2 pregnancy test reports.

Roger was stunned. He turned pale reading the results.

"100,000$ each not a penny more," he said, "We can sign a deal with my lawyer."

"That's fine, but in addition to the cash - you will also get fat. 3 pounds PER WEEK as weighed by ME, to a total of 400 pounds, or we send these results, AND your sick demented feeding records for both of us, to your wife, employer, church, friends and the TV news. Starting now."

Roger was stunned. He was a marathon guy. A fitness freak. Six pack abs. What would everybody say? He had no choice and agreed.

Roger began to soften, to bloat and to gain. He ate and drank like crazy, afraid that he would not hit the 3 pound per week number and Sam would turn him in. In the first month, he added 15 pounds. The guys at the gym poked fun at him saying... "Hey Rog lay off the Candy!" (little did they know). Soon in a few months none of his clothes fit. At the weekly weigh ins Sam and Candy mocked him and squeezed his growing beer belly. The girls were huge and pregnant, eating like pigs, but he was quickly turning into a blimp too. People at work asked about it. At church. He was a fatty. Double chin. Huge gut. His wife divorced him. Friends thought him nuts.

The babies both came and were in a crib - put by the dammed dreaded scale as he hit 300 pounds. He was - Bloated, fat and gaining. Drinking a twelve pack of beer a day to keep up the gain. In another year , babies almost walking, he had stuffed and drank his way to 400 pounds. Belly hanging down grotesquely when compared to his former marathon runner body. Wearing sweats. Nothing fit. Huge thighs, definitely sweats only fit him now.The scale finally came to a rest at 402 one day.

Candy nodded & Sam said "Great job piggy." as she was entering figures on the laptop. "I made it! I am free at last!!," he yelled! Sam laughed like a maniac, then pushed the enter key and said, "I just hit send on all the files. You are fucccked. Might as well stay with us and be fat, piggy."