Chapter 9 - after the sunset

It had been an amazing evening, with friends and family of Andre and Martine getting together to celebrate their engagement. Andre was just putting some of their presents in the trunk of the car before they took a cab home, both feeling more than a little drunk. Martine remembered the sick feeling in the pit of her stomach as she went to the car to find out what was taking Andre so long, when she saw him there, on the floor, unconscious, beaten so badly she could hardly recognise him.

Andre had spent two weeks in hospital after that. She knew who was responsible. She always had. How could a man like Sid ever let something like this go?

Martine felt useless, sat there by Andre's bed. The police weren't interested in finding out what had happened; it was a bad neighbourhood, what did they expect, carrying handfuls of presents out to the car late at night? But, how could they not understand? Why wouldn't they listen to her?

Martine wasn't about to let it slide; nagging and harassing every business owner in the area for their CCTV footage; which she then painstakingly reviewed until she found what she was looking for: a car parking up that was registered to Sid's business, one minute before the attack; now that made the Police sit up and listen.

'Morning sexy,' Martine trilled as she stepped into the bedroom that day. Andre was having to sleep alone at the moment, with two cracked collar bones and a broken leg, there wasn't a lot he could do for himself. He needed cheering up, and Martine knew just how to do that. 'Want to see today's headlines?' she asked, handing over the local papers. There was Sid on the front cover snarling at the photo journalist as he was led away in cuffs. It turned out that linking him with the attack on Andre had caused a snowball effect as the police looked in to him. Now they were firing charges at him left, right and centre: money laundering, corruption, fraud. The list got longer every day. 'Couldn't happen to a nicer guy, huh?' she smiled.

Andre was still in a lot of discomfort, but he never lost his smile around Martine. He seemed so contented in her company.

'I've got one hell of a day lined up for you...' she smiled.

'Oh really?' asked Andre. 'You do realise there's no hope of me leaving these 4 walls for at least another fortnight?'

'I do. But I can be very entertaining... and stimulating, when I put my mind to it,' she teased, taking off her t shirt to show him her soft belly. Over the past few weeks Martine had learned that she was a stress eater, and the effect on her physique was more than apparent. She was a solid 30lbs heavier than at their engagement party. Andre's eyes greedily studied her body, taking in all of the new flesh and jiggle. 'What do you think?' she asked teasingly. 'I'm over 250lbs...' he whispered into his ear. 'Quite a lot over actually. Can you tell?' she teased again, taking off her bra and skirt along with her panties and standing there in front of him to inspect.

Martine smiled down wickedly at Andre. She knew exactly how turned on he would be right now, seeing her like this. His arms were strapped and his leg was in a cast, so there was no chance of him being satisfied without her help. But that was where the fun lay. She pulled at his underwear and he awkwardly wriggled and lifted up his butt to help her release the hard steel in his pants. 'Glad to see you approve,' she smiled. 'Are you ready to watch me eat my breakfast?' she whispered.

Andre's eyes danced with delight, but also slight frustration as he realised he was to be left untouched. Meanwhile Martine disappeared to the kitchen before returning with a tray full of foods and placed them on the bed next to Andre. Then she lay, provocatively across the bed, still completely naked, watching Andre throb. The fat gathered around her hips and tummy as she lay there, rolling perfectly, just like Andre liked.
She stroked the fat of her belly and jiggled all of Andre's favourite parts as she stuffed her mouth with as much food as she could fit in there.

Andre's face was a picture of lust and delight.

'Look at me,' she gasped, looking down at herself. 'I'm getting so big and fat, aren't I?' Martine grabbed a thick roll of blubber under her breasts and shook it. 'Every day I eat and eat, and I just get fatter. Look at what you've done to me!'

Andre was physically pumping and dribbling in front of her whilst she stuffed huge amounts into her face, smiling happily at him, knowing that he had no hope of touching her or himself.

'Oh baby, I'm so full...' she lied, knowing that she wasn't even half way through, opening her greedy mouth for more and more; pushing the food down into her gullet with her chubby fingers. 'I'm going to get so fat for you...' she gasped, in the ecstasy of sugar and cream. How fat do you want me for the wedding?' she asked keenly.

Andre's face was flustered and sweaty from being teased like this; his eyes following every crumb on its journey into her greedy mouth. '...300lbs', he moaned with pleasure.

'Don't be shy, you tell me what you really want...' teased Martine, stuffing more into her mouth as he watched, reaching down with her cream covered fingers to touch herself down below.

Andre's mouth fell open with shock and lust watching her. 'You're right. I want you fatter than that...' he confessed, staring at Martine stimulating herself to his words.

'Tell me what you want...' she moaned pleasurably. 'Tell me and let me do it for you.'

'350lbs...' Andre offered, his eyes rolling back in to his head.

'Keep going....' Martine ordered, sinking her head back into the pillow as she touched herself and jiggled her fat just like Andre did when he wanted to turn her on.

'400....' Andre grunted, starting at Martine's chubby face as she climaxed to his words. 'I want to see my fianc� waddle down the aisle to me.'

Martine had never pleasured herself so well, so intense was the orgasm. Next thing she knew, she felt Andre coming all over her, without either of them ever even touching him.

Now that's what Martine called a happy ending.