chapter 10

After a year of marriage, I had Trevor exactly where I wanted him!
With his broken leg and broken arm, he was completely dependant upon me for everything! I even had to take him to the toilet, undress him and wipe his bottom after he had done his business.
He couldn't have a shower because he couldn't get his plasters wet, so I washed him in a chair with a bowl, a sponge and a piece of soap. I had to wash his hair for him at the sink, dress him, help him stand, help him down the stairs.
He was extremely uncoordinated with his non-dominant left hand, so I had to feed him, make sure he was comfortable and made sure he had everything he needed.
On our anniversary, I put him on the scales. Allowing for the approximate weight of both his plasters, he'd put on about five stones in a year. Well actually, it was more like six months because he'd not gained anything at first.
Now he had most definitely filled out! His face now had chubby little cheeks. He had a full double chin, he had significant breast swellings full of fat, fat pads under his arms and around his upper arms. His back had fat padding across his shoulders and fat collections around his waist and on his sides. His bum was round and riddled with cellulite. His legs were thickened with more fat and rubbed together when he walked. Of course he couldn't walk properly now anyway!
His belly was another large fat pad, bigger than all the rest. It was round and soft on the most part with tiny little silvery stretch marks on the side. His belly was so big that he struggled to do anything that involved bending forward...and that was when it was empty. With a full belly, he was completely helpless!
I showed him some of the clothes that he had not realised he had grown out of. He couldn't even try them on to see how small they were because his plasters got in the way. Even holding them up in front of him, it was difficult to see how they had ever fit!
Stretchy tee shirts and track suit bottoms or shorts were the only clothes that would work with his plasters.
He would have to get used to sitting around all day. I thought with glee. He would expend the minimum exersise and he was going to consume maximum food.
I had six weeks to make him HUGE!