Chapter 2 - bringing down the queen bee (by accident)

Once I got settled in at Rick's house, it dawned on me in a moment of clarity that his wife Haley had clearly been instructed to wait on me and make sure I never went without. Haley was gorgeous. She was about 5'2 120 lbs, olive skinned with tight abs, a tight ass, muscular legs and toned arms. I couldn't complain about being waited on by this goddess, but part of me felt a bit bad that I was having all of the fun. I guess during my transformation from a femme fatale to a blonde bimbo I'd lost my cutthroat attitude and developed a sense of generosity. I started insisting that Haley eat with me when she brought me food. Of course, she refused. When she did, somehow, I even got the willpower to refuse food. Then, the more I refused, the easier it got. My mind even started to clear up some. Of course, I still wanted to pig out, I felt just felt too guilty eating it all when I knew Haley could make enough for both of us.

After a few days of this, I overheard Haley and Rick discussing the new "problem." He told her he had to get out of town for 3 months, but if it was the only way to get me to eat, then she'd have to take a few bites here and there. I guess I was still 140 lbs under the minimum, whatever that was about and he wanted me there by the end of the next year at the latest.

The next day, Haley had breakfast lunch and dinner with me. She didn't eat too much but it was enough to make me feel better and I went nuts that day. I'd been depriving myself for nearly a week. It felt so good to eat what I wanted again. By the end of the day, I felt the fog creeping back in. It was so soo good though.

Even in my food induced haze, I saw that Haley was taking a liking to eating. It started slow, but then after about a month Haley was eating as much as I was, and by the time Rick got home, I swear she was stealing food off my plate when I wasn't looking. The more she ate though, the more I liked Haley, she even had started laughing at my jokes and cracking jokes I understood. Still, the word "addict" kept popping into my head.

Rick was nonplussed when he got home and saw us. Both of us we're marched giggling and jiggling to the scale. First I got on. I could see in the mirror that I my tits we're busting out of my bra and my face and arms looked a bit softer, but I didn't really thing I looked too much different. The scale confirmed I'd put on 20 lbs. I was up to 280. Haley was a different story though. She looked much heavier. Her toned body had gotten soft and thick all over. She'd grown a big booty, thick thighs and a bit of a potbelly. She reminded me of myself around the time I moved into the apartment. It turned out she was bigger. She was up to 190. Quite a bit fatter than I had been since she was shorter.

That night Rick stuffed me until I felt like I was going to pop then fucked me silly. Then later while I lay their in a food induced stupor, I heard Rick tell Haley that he had to go out of town again, and that normally he wouldn't even consider a girl like her as a partner, but since they were married, he'd give her once chance to get things under control. She just kept giggling at him.

After that, we didn't see Rick for two whole years. Haley had his credit card though, and she did not hesitate to use it. We ordered take out for every meal and ate like queens. We started taking turns stuffing each other and with Rick MIA, we started taking turns seducing and fucking the delivery boys. Some of them would even stuff us while they fucked us too. We didn't know much, but we knew we we're highly fuckable material now by modern standards and that men loved making us fatter.

I also knew I was getting fat fast and Haley was getting fat even faster. Moving around was starting to get difficult for me, and I could see that Haley was slowing down too. I could also see that she'd blown up like a balloon. Her ass stuck way out behind her while she waddled around on fattened ham hocks. When she sat down her belly spilled out onto her thighs and her heavy tits rested on top of it. She was so addicted to food though, I'm not sure she even noticed the change. At the end of the first year, I stepped on a scale to try figure out what I weighed, but I couldn't see it.

Toward the end of the next year, Haley lost almost all functions. She'd nearly lost the ability to talk and she stopped getting up at all except when she HAD to waddle her fat ass to the bathroom. Instead, she just camped out on the floor infront of the TV. Even when a hot delivery boy would show up, she'd just grunt and role over and let him stuff and *** right there with her fat ass up in the air and her belly pressed against the ground while she ate whatever treats he'd brought her. Even in my substantial haze I couldn't believe how far gone she was.

When Rick finally came home, he had a new twig of a girl with him. I didn't know who she was. He simply took one look at Haley, and told the girl, she's more than ready. He fucked her right there while she moaned with pleasure. Then he led me to the scale. On my way their, I thought about how huge I was. My thighs we're twice the size my waist had been. My ass was soft, round and enormous. My gut was so big I couldn't wrap my pudgy arms all the way around it, and my tits we're soft, fat and heavy. When he weighed me, he informed me I weighed 550 lbs and then he fucked me too.

FIN