chapter 5

Something about the way Andre looked at her that night made Martine a little more interested in her body than she had had been so far. She always knew that she would end up chubby one day, given that her parents and two older sisters all seemed to have the fat gene; and, if she was honest, the prospect of getting fat hadn't really bothered her like other girls, who seemed to obsess over their weight. In her family, it felt like a fact of life: you got older, you gained weight. She stepped on the scales the next morning, trying hard to remember what she had been before she met Sid; somewhere around 120lbs perhaps? Today however, she was tipping the scales at 202lbs. Had she really gained over 80lbs? Surely not? She must have been heavier in the past than she remembered. Still, she looked at herself in the mirror. She hadn't cooked herself a proper meal in weeks, months even, preferring to order in on Sid's credit card, and now her body was certainly showing the effects. Her stomach looked round and bloated like a beach ball, whilst her ass looked wide and jiggly. Even with an overindulged belly on her, her hips had expanded to cope with the extra weight. She admired her shape, realising she had never felt so feminine in her whole life. She continued to stare hard in the mirror. She hadn't had a haircut in a couple of months and her long hair looked thick and full of body, matching her chubby looking face and newly grown double chin.

As Martine looked down at herself she could see how much larger her thighs had grown and she seemed to be gathering weight in her arms, as she had never experienced before. Then, as she turned awkwardly, she could see the heavy looking globes of softness her ass was now becoming. No wonder she no longer wore a single item of clothing she had owned before Sid had left on his business trip. Still, she wasn't as large as any of her family yet. Not by a long way. Martine puffed out her chest and tried to appreciate her new femininity. She had always been the skinny and small breasted girl, and now she felt like a real woman. Woman enough for a man like Andre.

Perhaps her biggest mistake was going about in a crop top all day long. She hadn't realised what a distraction it would be. Each time her hand accidentally brushed up against her exposed, fluffy belly, it brought her attention back to the weight she had gained. The skin of her stomach had never felt more sensitive and arousing.

Andre let himself in that day, as he always did, bounding into the kitchen where Martine had set herself up to work on the computer. 'Oh, I'm sorry...' he began, turning away.

Martine wondered what the problem was, until she realised that Andre was not used to seeing her with so much flesh on display. 'Oh, no, relax. I'm just feeling a bit hot today,' she lied, putting her hand on her bloated stomach. She felt the tingling again as she stroked it, somehow even more intense with Andre there to see her.

'Oh right,' Andre conceded, turning back to face Martine. 'I was just wondering if you wanted to grab a few snacks tonight up in my pad?'

Martine nodded keenly. 'Yeah, sure. I'd like that.'

'And by the way,' Andre paused, a cheeky smile on his face. 'The more skin on show, the better,' he winked, closing the door behind him. Martine giggled proudly. Hunky Andre was flirting with her.

Martine took herself up to Andre's apartment that evening. She had thrown on a loose summer dress, but even with her flesh covered up, her stomach still felt incredibly sensitive with the loose fabric swishing against it.

Andre opened the door and looked at her happily. He was strutting about his place in just his tight work pants with his beautiful, beefy chest exposed. His huge pecs looked like massive plates of meat and his biceps seemed, bizarrely, even more impressive without the fabric of his shirts straining against them. 'Aw, I thought we were going for less clothes this evening?' he laughed humorously. Martine was too stunned by the sight of him to even reply. 'Come in then...' Andre ordered. Martine entered, smelling the aftershave on Andre's broad, bare chest, only for it to be replaced immediately by the delightful smells of Chinese take-out. Andre had clearly prepared. 'I hope you're hungry,' the beefy hulk grinned.