Chapter 2 - the perfect gig

No matter how much Jason liked his girls hefty, he wasn't willing to be a fat person himself. He liked the contrast between his toned, fit body and their jiggly, soft ones. He liked it when they thought they were as trim as he was, only to be embarrassed when a friend inevitably asked "what are you doing with this fatty?" He liked it when they begged him to stay with them despite their recent weight gain... he usually didn't do it, but watching their horrified, pudgy faces plea with him was fun.

So the idea that he himself may have added a few was incomprehensible to him, and like most of the ladies he had dated, he chose to stay in denial. He was just shy of 175 pounds on his 5'9 frame (not bad, but 30 pounds above his usual weight) but he saw none of it.

His avid denial had one benefit- he was still very confident. This helped him land a job that, unbeknownst to him, was going to be the most perfect job he could ever imagine. It seemed beneath him, doing cooking in a drug rehab center. He had went to school way too long for that! But what he wasn't expecting...

It was amazing. The pay was great, the commute was short, his coworkers were pretty cool. The best part, though, were the girl patients. These girls came in almost always emaciated, sometimes down to 90 or 100 pounds due to their drug habits. 60 or 90 days later.. they almost always had added 50 pounds. Something about swapping drug addiction for food addiction? Whatever the case, they were warned to expect it and thus rarely fought it, their families welcomed it, and his boss commended him with every chunker that graduated. In fact, it seemed like the bigger thegirls got, the better everyone thought he did.

They really didn't need his help- junkies always pile on the weight when they clean up. But once Jason realized he could contribute, he did. He started with heavier meals; extra cream, butter, sugar. That first group of girls left with an extra ten pounds each. The appetite stimulants he tried on the next group seemed to add 15-20 pounds to those poor ladies. They left looking chubby rather than just very healthy. They almost all were sporting a noticeable roll of stomach chunk, chubby thighs, and bouncy asses. Actually, he was sad to see them go.