chapter 14

The months went on and Deirdre showed no signs of stopping. May came around, and their final evaluation had come around. Deirdre's group were brought down to the evaluation rooms, where they were stripped down and strapped into a sling weight.
Cho was first, the scales reading 314 pounds. Strawberry was a close 310, while Kylie was weighing in at 307 pounds.
Deirdre was just about in the 300 pound zone. The inspector let her pass, but mostly because it would be too much trouble to have Deirdre get a force feeding twenty minutes to their evaluation by their commissioners.
They all had outfits given to them to wear on the day; Cho had a blue dress, made with a stretchy material to accommodate her expanding figure. Strawberry had a shirt and hotpants on, both of which looked like they were about to snap. Kylie was in a bikini, and nothing else. Deirdre had a leotard, which fit snuggly, but nicely.
The supervisor lined them up near the evaluation booths.
"Deirdre! Booth 12!" he shouted.
Deirdre waddled into the booth, closing the door behind her. The man at the other side smiled at her cheekily. Deirdre recognised him at once; he was the man from the video game store. The man stepped forward, holding his arms to the sides.
"Surprised?" he said slyly.
Deirdre approached him, saying, "You certainly know your way around a woman."
The man laughed. "Spencer's my name. And you're Deirdre. My pretty plump princess."
Deirdre blushed. This flirting alone was turning her on.
"So, I can see you've grown. You must be pushing 300 now, huh? And gone up a few cup sizes too."
Deirdre cupped her substantial breasts provocatively.
"I prepared a little boat ride for us tonight. And plenty of food for you. So tell me, what's your favorite food?"
Deirdre continued groping her breasts, now snaking her sausage fingers down to her belly.
"Anything that's got taste and carbs." she said, now edging closer to Spencer.
Spencer saw her move and approached her.
"So," he said, "I see that I wont have much trouble feeding you, then? We won't be too picky?"
"Oh, yes, of course." Deirdre replied, moving her hands onto Spencer's shoulder.
"Even your touch is soft. What packed in your fat? Memory foam?"
Deirdre laughed. Now their heads were close. Deirdre's belly rubbed Spencer's toned chest, fat meeting muscle. Spencer was reaching for his tie, and undoing his buttons.
Deirdre stopped him. "Let me do that." she whispered softly, pushing him onto the carpeted ground. She pushed her breasts into his face, and she could now feel Spencer groping her thighs and ass.
Aw man, this is good, she thought. Spencer's shirt was now off, and they were practically fusing together, with Spencer grabbing Deirdre's mountains of flesh. Suddenly a klaxon rang.
"You have two minutes to get out; we have others waiting." a disgruntled supervisor said over the intercom. Deirdre picked herself off of Spencer, handing him his shirt.
"Your a pretty cute butterball Deirdre. Hope you enjoy the boat tonight." he said as he went out of the booth.