chapter 9

The next day was Monday, back to work and back to normal, as far as Rob was concerned. The "indulge" weekend was fun, but Rob wasn't ready to be a glutton every day and night. He enjoyed turning loose, and he was okay now with turning loose now and then, but he wasn't ready to constantly stuff himself and blow up like a big balloon. So he ate a normal breakfast and drove to work. Lunch was a salmon salad in the company cafeteria, and after work he went to the gym for a workout. For the rest of the week, he ate normally, although he'd allow himself a donut at work once in a while.

Mary, on the other hand, ate like there was no tomorrow. In the evenings when they had dinner, Rob would have one plate, mostly meat and vegetables, light on the carbs. Mary took up the slack on carbs, and always had a second helping. After dinner she'd also have dessert, usually ice cream. Rob would have a bite of hers, maybe two. One night, Mary was scooping ice cream into her bowl, and was putting in the third scoop. Rob raised an eyebrow and muttered, "That's a lot of ice cream..." Mary stuck her tongue out at him, and got a fourth scoop.

Friday was Halloween. When Rob got home from his workout, there were four big bags of candy on the table. "Mary, you don't really think we'll have enough trick or treaters to eat all that candy, do you?"

"I certainly hope not," she answered, with a twinkle in her eye and one hand patting her tummy. Which, Rob noticed was sticking out a little more than it had when they had their indulgence weekend. They were interrupted by the first trick or treaters. Mary would hand out candy to the kids, and when she closed the door she'd take a few pieces and pop them in her mouth. This went on for a couple of hours, until the last of the kids had been by. In the last half hour, Rob took over the duty of handing out candy, because Mary had collapsed on the sofa, a bowl of candy in her lap, and a glazed look in her eyes.

Rob turned out the front porch light for the night, came over to the sofa and straddled Mary. "You're going to get really fat, aren't you?" with a smile that was mostly smirk.

"If I do, lover, it'll be because I enjoyed myself completely." She had unbuttoned her jeans, new jeans Rob noted, to give her belly room to push out. Rob found himself turned on by the sight. He still didn't understand it, but he now knew that Mary's new layer of padding, actually more than one layer by now, turned him on. Turned him on a lot. He knelt down and peeled Mary's jeans off her. It wasn't easy getting them over her newly plump thighs, but he was motivated. Next came her panties. They had more stretch and came off more easily. Then it was time to get her top off. He worked the knit sweater over her head and threw it aside. Mary lay back on the sofa in only her bra. It cut deeply into her flesh, with her boobs, which looked to be a cup size bigger than the bra, spilling over the top. Below her bra were soft rolls of fat covering her belly. Her hips flared into thick, milky thighs. How much had she gained, Rob wondered? At least fifteen pounds. Maybe twenty? Yeah, probably twenty. Rob found that he was breathing hard. He tore off his own clothes, and Mary looked him over appraisingly. He certainly hadn't gained weight, but eating more and exercising less was starting to make a difference. His belly was still flat, but the muscle definition was now blurred. Maybe the barest beginning of love handles were peeking out. Mary reached out and pulled him down to her. Rob reveled in her softness, kneading her breasts and belly, and reaching around and squeezing her bigger, rounder butt. He couldn't hold back any longer, and plunged himself into her. He pounded himself into her, relishing the feel of her padded body.