Chapter 4 - Part 4 – Greed (Avaritia)

During the following months Felicia fought valiantly. She exercised every day as much as she could, she hired a personal trainer, she had whole days of sticking to her diets. But in the end, her greed always won. Late in the evening, Felicia would finally cave in and stuff a pound of chocolate in her mouth in 15 minutes and then masturbate furiously while images of Danielle filled her mind once again.

The way her body jiggled everywhere when she walked, the way her gothic belly slowly rose and fell, how her ass was so wide it dropped over the sides of most chairs.

George didn’t let any emotion show while Felicia was around from losing his lover. He was just as cold towards Felicia as before. In fact it seemed George was the only one visiting the mansion not to notice how Felicia was gaining weight recently.

Even if she was getting fat, Felicia refused to give up on her vanity. Instead she bought new clothes in a bigger size, or had them tailor made if her size wasn’t available (which was starting to be more and more common). The change to the outside world wasn’t so drastic yet though: Felicia weighed 166 pounds now and although she was obviously bigger than before, she was still a twig compared to Danielle who must have weighed at least 350 pounds. On the inside, things were rapidly getting out of hand. Felicia had a hard time thinking anything else except eating, food and fat (Danielle) and her binges were getting out of control.

On some days she dressed to her “stalking” clothes, took the maid’s car and despite explaining herself she wasn’t trying to imitate Danielle, she found herself trying to do the same routine the fat French woman had done.

-I’m not like her, I won’t become like her, Felicia said to herself while groaning in her car on the Mexican buffet parking lot. This was the farthest she had managed so far: a breakfast at the bakery, a full lunch, a sundae for dessert and then another visit to another bakery. She had driven straight from the bakery to the buffet and had rested half an hour in her car, caressing her bulging pot belly, hoping some of the food to digest. She was totally stuffed already, but the greed driving her was insatiable. She had to see if she could go further, push her limits further then the day before.

And she could. After two hours in the buffet, Felicia was done in so many ways and she hoped she could make it back home to her bed to caress her aching belly. And then perhaps a bit later refill it with chocolate or ice cream and then give herself some deserved attention with her favorite toys.

The point of no return? It’s usually hard to pinpoint, but for Felicia it was September 21st. Things had been sliding out of control for a while now and more often than not she spent her days living Danielle’s life she had taken. She had already outgrown one set of “ugly clothes” and she had to admit that the same thing was happening to her new clothes as well – and they were only three weeks old. It wasn’t about the clothes not sitting perfectly or being uncomfortable; this was the normal condition of all her clothes nowadays, but simply a case of the jeans barely closing around her pudgy waist and her breasts pouring out of her bra cups.

That morning Felicia had crammed herself in her camouflage clothes without even thinking and she was the first customer to enter the bakery. She was starving and could feel her gut grumble when the aromas entered her nose.

-I’d like four, no…five donuts. No forget that. Could you just keep bringing me something every 5 minutes or so until I tell you to stop? I’m really hungry today, Felicia said and felt a rush of excitement when she realized she was doing just what Danielle had been doing. God she would get fat if she kept doing this. The thought caused a sudden warmth in her loins. The waitress - same that had usually served Danielle – smiled knowingly and returned with a fresh donut and a huge tub of hot chocolate.

From the start, Felicia felt totally out of control. She stayed in the bakery enough to get 7 refills and she felt almost uncomfortably full already and this was just her breakfast. Just a few months ago she couldn’t have eaten that much no matter how she tried, but now she knew she was nowhere near her limit. The thought made her tingle again.

Lunch was her usual affair and the effects of her breakfast were already forgotten when Felicia went for a massive chocolate sundae straight from the restaurant she had eaten lunch at. Gosh how it all tasted so good, so tasty and rich – and fattening. The sundae alone beat the casual sex she used to have with the staff of the manor. But even that was nothing compared to the collection of chocolate bars she ate in her car her other hand pushing chocolate in her greedy mouth, the other alternating between rubbing her belly and her loins.

After finishing all of her chocolate stash in the car, Felicia passed out from the fullness and woke up a few hours later. At first she had trouble understanding where she was, but then she saw the familiar logo of the Italian all-you-can-eat buffet just some yards away. As full as she still was, or probably because of it, she had to get herself in there somehow. She had to see just how far she could push herself this time. There was no way she could get the jeans even close to closing, but she was desperate and creative (for once in her life) and found a ribbon that was sturdy enough to hold the flaps of the open jeans against her belly so that when she pulled her shirt over, it just looked like she was pregnant – not like she had her jeans open.

At 7:30pm she staggered in the mansion and collapsed on her bed. She was so, so far beyond full it was insane, but also felt oh so good she had to bite her lip not to cum right there, even without touching herself.

-What are you waiting for Felicia, we have to leave in 10 minutes, George’s demanding voice boomed from the hallway.

She had forgotten all about the gala evening! Shit!

The point of no return…this was it. Felicia felt stares everywhere, but especially on her ridiculously swollen fat belly. The extravagant red dress that had fit some weeks ago was now fighting for its life trying to contain her expanded belly, breasts and ass. The hem that was originally on the verge of scandalous kept creeping even higher, pulled up by her belly. And to make matters worse, Felicia was still stuffed like a thanksgiving turkey, stifling off hiccups and burps and barely able to talk without gasping for air.

Now even George could see that his wife had gotten fat. He looked at her oddly and placed a hand where her waist used to be.

-Felicia, this won’t do. I can’t take a fat wife with me to these events. You need to either lose the weight you’ve put on, or you can’t be my official wife anymore, he whispered to her while passing her swiftly.

-What if I just keep getting fatter and fatter until I’m twice as big as now? she asked suddenly.

George stopped in his tracks, turned around with a look on his face Felicia had before seen only in Dick’s pictures of him and Danielle.

-There is road we could follow in that case, he said mysteriously and disappeared in the crowd.