Chapter 2 - Part 2 – Envy

With time Felicia’s obsession about George grew and she had to find out who was George’s sexual partner. She had suspected that George was gay, but couldn’t really believe it. Finally she hired a private investigator to follow George around for a few weeks.

-I couldn’t care less what else he does, I want to know who he has sex with, she said to the P.I. while pulling her tennis shorts back on.

Two weeks later Felicia was laying on a sun chair beside the pool reading Dick’s report – mainly looking at the pictures he had given her. The pool man would have to jack off today, Felicia was too upset and, yes, jealous. Her husband was indeed having an affair – only one though – or like Dick had written in his report: “Looks like it’s a steady relationship that has been going on for a long time.”

What was the worst thing of all was the fact that George was having an affair with a huge fat slob. The woman in the pictures was a whale, enormous ass, huge flabby tits resting on an even more massive fat belly that even covered the bitches private parts. The woman had fat everywhere the only exception being her relatively thin face that was smiling in every picture. And if you only looked at her head, there was no denying that she had been a real beauty at some point, a few hundred pounds back in time. Her long lavish brown hair looked like silk and she had beautiful almond shaped brown eyes. Her mouth was like a cherub’s mouth with small pouty lips; her nose was cute and small.

In the pictures George was happier than she’d ever seen him. Felicia couldn’t really say she’d never been happy and she liked to assume that people like she and George were too far above normal people to feel happiness. Things that mattered were power, control, possessions, appearance, wealth, being able to satisfy any and all desires quickly and completely without remorse.

Looking at the pictures Felicia felt a stab of such envy towards the huge fat cow she had never felt before in her life. Her new Porsche, 3000 dollar swimsuit and 5 lovers felt like a consolation prize. This was not a feeling she liked.

Felicia called Dick the P.I. and asked him over the next day. He was reluctant at giving her the fat cows name and address, but a few hours of persuasion in the bedroom changed his mind and made Felicia feel good about herself for the first time after receiving Dick’s report the day before.

The next day Felicia ordered the current house maid to go buy her “ugly clothes”, something the ugly maid would buy herself if she had the money. She needed a disguise for what she was about to start doing. Then she started to stalk the fat cow (Danielle was her name apparently and she was born in France).

Danielle lived a very strange life. She didn’t have a job although she was 25 years old. Her English was quite poor and she only had a few friends who were just as fat as she was. The most common activity she seemed to be involved in was eating.

In the morning Danielle waddled out of her first floor apartment and headed to the bakery over the street. There she ordered a huge bowl of hot chocolate and the waiter kept refilling her plate with croissants, cookies, donuts, pie, cake until Danielle – usually after an hour – patted the swollen fat sack below her breasts to signal the waiter that she was finally satisfied – for a while.

With greater difficulty Danielle then waddled back in her apartment and as far as Felicia could tell, she took a nap before coming out again after an hour or so, this time taking a cab. With the Toyota Felicia had borrowed from the gardener (after seducing him) she followed the taxi to a random restaurant that varied every day.

Usually Danielle opted for an Italian or Greek restaurants as she seemed to love rich pastas and seafood.

At first Felicia had just waited outside, but after few days she wanted to get closer and also went to the restaurant Danielle had chosen and sat to a table where Danielle couldn’t see her. Then she’d tell the waiter to bring whatever “that fat woman over there is having”. Usually it was something huge, greasy and delicious. Having limited her indulgence to only a few select cocktail parties Felicia was surprised at how good the food was. It was delicious, in fact. Of course there was no way Felicia could finish the huge portions, but somehow it seemed fit to do her best anyway.

-If greed and gluttony is the name of the game, I’m just as good as you, fat bitch, Felicia thought to herself and stuffed a big meat filled tortellini in her mouth.

After lunch, Danielle usually stopped by at an ice cream parlor or another bakery for dessert. Felicia couldn’t believe the butterball hadn’t burst at the seams yet, quite the contrary. She ordered the biggest sundae with extra toppings and enjoyed it like she hadn’t eaten anything all day. At this point Felicia sat in her car, massaging her bloated belly counting how many laps at the pool she’d have to swim to burn the extra calories. It seemed like lately she put on weight really easily and breaking 150 pounds was closer than ever before.

Apparently comfortably full now, Danielle waddled to a park to read a book if the weather was nice. If not, she usually went to see her friend who worked at another local bakery. At the bakery the friend always convinced Danielle to try one morsel after another, sneaking them to the backroom for her. This Felicia found out only after sacrificing her self and eating a glazed donut at the front and positioning herself so that she could carefully peek to the backroom. There was Danielle and her equally fat friend giggling and stuffing their faces. An hour of this was usually enough to drive the stuffed mammoth to her apartment for another long nap.

Usually around 5pm Danielle emerged again from her apartment looking visibly fatter than in the morning (at least her belly was bigger) and took a cab to one of the numerous local all-you-can-eat buffets. There she usually stayed for at least two hours, stuffing her fat face so much she had trouble getting up from the table to get more. The fuller she got, the happier she looked though and by the time she got to desserts, the bitch looked like she was high on smack, her eyes barely staying focused. For this knowledge Felicia had to sit there the whole time herself, forcing a few platefuls of food in her aching belly to keep up appearance. She didn’t want to get caught stalking anyone.

Then finally back to the apartment after a whole day of endless gorging. Felicia couldn't imagine the fat cow being able to do anything but lay on her back, her enormous fat gut rising like a mountain, and waiting the food to digest to even more flabby white fat. Only if the day would end at that…

At least three nights a week, her husband George arrived at 9pm at Danielle’s apartment, always carrying a large bakery box or grocery bag or a pile of pizza boxes and meeting the grinning slob at the door. Felicia could see that the bitch was usually already naked at the door showing a stretch mark striped glimpse of her massive gut. She couldn’t possibly be hungry, could she? Even a conservative estimate by Felicia pushed Danielle’s daily calorie intake over 10 000 calories, not counting whatever she ate after George walked in the door.

-The fat bitch is eating almost ten times as much as I am and she’s the one getting to sleep with my husband, Felicia cursed out loud in her car one night after the door has closed.