Chapter 12

Half a year had passed since Ted had professed his need for me physically...which I had had to accept. He was the man of my dreams, which I admit had certainly changed since I had come to work for he and Kate. I had always imagined a typical monogamous marriage with a home in the suburbs, but here I was in a virtual palace, sharing my man with a huge and growing heap of fat named Kate, who I still fed, fondled and now, even helped Ted fuck. In the six months that had passed Kate's weight had surged to more than 700 pounds and she was now barely able to rise with my help to go to the toilet.

Her normal posture now was to lay with her head and shoulders propped up on multiple pillows allowing her immense gothic gut to flow down across her corpulent fat pocked thighs, thighs so fat that they needed to remain spread even while laying on her back. Her gut surged upward from where it touched the bed between her thighs in three massive and striated rolls, jiggling with every breath and displaying the stretchmarks that testified to her voracious appetite as well as the hickies that attested to both Ted's and my own. We had taken to nibbling and suckling her fat, anywhere we pleased, while she glutted herself off her feeding platter which was affixed to a stand and sat, tit level, above her as she lay. She rarely ever noticed us, so entranced and out of control was she in her unrestrained gluttony although, though she still enjoyed, maybe weekly, the moment when Ted would place one of my huge cakes in front of her on the floor. After we had gotten her comfortably lined up in feeding position, which meant on her hands and knees, and belly of course above the cake, she would literally tear in, sometimes forgetting to use her hands, while Ted took her from behind and I fondled one of her tits until the smell of sex and cake led me to go for my own share. These nights would end with Ted, spent though he was, having to help roll the sated Kate onto her side in front of the remains of her dessert helped by a stuffed but satisfied me. These were the nights that would allow me to have Ted for myself as Kate drifted through dreams of dairy and carb! He was a caring and passionate lover with me, but insistant on me keeping up on my eating, and it showed.

WHile I still looked tiny next to Kate, my own weight had really exploded and I was really noticing. At 287 pounds, my hips, thighs and ass were a site to behold but cause for concern to me. Walking was almost like the rides I remember my father taking me on at the carnivals that passed through my childhood hometown. With each step I took I felt a jar, a jiggle, a shimmy, a shake or a vibration...all of which I found extremely erotic. Getting dressed each morning was an adventure as I had to find clothes that fit and then navigate them over my curves and bulges, often discovering after a few minutes at work that the button or zipper was still going to be a further adventure. Bras and underwear were often the first indicator that I had had a significant weight gain...the panties because they were slowly disappearing under my belly-bulge while the bra because the material was becoming increasingly flimmsy and unable to hold back my rapidly growing boobs.

Sometimes Ted would ask me to do jumping-jacks or touch my toes, while he watched with a widening grin as I struggled, bounce after bounce with the jumping-jacks, tits coming up and slapping my cheeks. I would then fall into the recliner spent, after a minute or so of excersise. I also found the rolls of fat around my middle a sexxy impediment to a simple toe touch, so much so that I would need Ted to take me then and there...it was just too much. Too much passion. The eating, the fondling of Kate and the sex with Ted were rapidly putting me on the same course as Kate and I was finding myself masterbating at random moments, out of control in my lust for my own fat laden enjoyments.

All of this weight-gain had not been the result of just my cooking, as the help Ted had hired for me had been superb. Marie, a specialist in Mediterranean cooking had now nearly taken over for me as head-chef, while Therese was doing wonders with the house cleaning and even helping Marie in the kitchen. These two girls were Italian, and had known each other in their home city of Turin, before their trip to America. They were from a fat family they informed us, and both said that some day, they would like to find a man that might round out their own hippy little figures, and they had the cutest habit of patting mine or Kate's bellies as they served us, or when I was showing them a particular cullinary trick in the kitchen. While both girls were relatively short, they were both very attractive and I at least, watched Ted closedly as he paid them visits in the kitchen, and noticed him sampling their sauce.....which in itself shouldn't have bothered me, but it was the way he was doing his sampling...off of Marie's spoon that led me to decide I needed to take a vacation...and soon!