Chapter 5 - trouble in paradise no more

Another week of the same went by, except bigger everything. 2 giant-ass pizzas (pun intended), 4 lunches, and 4 hours at a buffet every night. Now that she was stuffing her self so frequently she was getting lazier too. She was waking me up early to feed her the pizzas because her arms were "too sore from all the fun we were having". All of the lunches were now carry out, carried by me, and when she did drag her growing ass out to an all you can eat place I have to go and fill plates for her.
Now don't get me wrong, I am loving this. Her getting bigger and lazier is the sexiest thing I could possibly imagine, I'm defiantly not complaining. But this is all slightly worrying me. She really hated herself before. Like, there were times I had to talk her into eating a meal. Like, as in A meal, her first and last that day. I was seriously worried that she would wake up one day, look down at her bulging, growing stomach, and seriously try to hurt herself.
Now I really meant well, but it didnt seem that way when I said to her, "Are you sure you want that second lasagna? The first one and the triple cheese burger and the 3 foot long dish of pasta was kinda a lot." The next 10 minutes after this were the worst in my life. She just looked at me. Her adorable little chubby cheeks stuffed with pasta, her cute eyes not blinking, it was just too much. She looked so hurt that I instantly hated myself for saying what I said. And the worst was she just kept looking at me, like she didn't know what to do. Then it happed. From out of those beautiful caring eyes, the ones that show the most beautiful soul in the world, started to tear up.
"I'm so sorry", she said with the saddest look I could possibly imagine. "I know I got fat, I know you deserve better, I'm so sorry."
She barely managed to choke that out before bursting into a full sob. I quickly put my arm around her telling her "You aren't fat sweetie, your the most beautiful girl in the world, and I will always love you. So don't cry, it'll be ok, I'll always be there for you."
To my horror she shoved my arm off and slowly lumbered off the bed, ass wobbling the whole way. She then layed down flat on the floor, moved her feet closer to her ass so her knees made an angle, and then tried to do what's got to be the worlds most pitiful sit up the world has ever seen. She got about 1/2 way before her big fat bloated gut stopped her, at which point she collapsed to the ground in total stillness. Exept for her boobs, belly, thighs, and ass. So basically she fell to the ground, and then stoped moving 2 minutes later. Unfortunatly she was still crying for another 2 minutes too.
At that point I told her something Iv never told anyone else. I like fat girls. She was really confused at first, and then a little touched that I fell for the skinny her. She then realized exactly what that ment, then ate that stupid lasagna, ordered 3 more, and spent 5 hours sending me running for full plates at the local restaurant we were breaking. She weighed 185 pounds after that week, and now she had no reason to stop.



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