chapter 14

Boxing Day was about relaxation and using up Christmas day's leftovers. Catherine let Ian wear a casual tee shirt and a pair of stretchy track suit bottoms. Both were far too small of course, which was not so bad when he first got up, but, even though Christmas was technically over now, she was not going to let him fall back into his old healthy eating habits. No!
As usual his first breakfast was a smoothie laden with appetite stimulants. His second breakfast an hour or so later was a big greasy fry up bigger than some dinners.
She started him drinking mid-morning, so that by lunchtime he was inebriated enough to not realise how much he was eating. For lunch, she stuffed him full of sweet and savoury leftovers. In the afternoon, he was allowed a rest, but later on, she would get him drunk all over again and stuff him to his absolute limits!
Before bed time she stuffed him again, but this time with only sweet treats. Sweet treats that his body had no opportunity of burning off before he slept and would go on to form another layer of delicious fat on him.
He got minimal exersise, he did not go out. He didn't want to. All he wanted to do from dawn til dusk was play his game and she encouraged him to do just that!

Every day until New Year's Eve followed a similar pattern. She was in control. She did not allow him to have any alcohol free days and every day she gave him as much food as she could. If he started to waver, a little more breast sensuality and more beer would persuade him otherwise.
New Year's Eve ran to a similar timetable, except she kept him up longer and made him drink even more!

On New Year's Day, she thought she would see what would happen if he was left to his own devices. This was the day he was going to return to healthy eating, start a diet, go to the gym and get his old body back.
All of that was impossible because he was so hungover from the night before. It was not a good start.
He demanded his smoothie. He demanded a big cooked breakfast, then he lounged around in his tiny tee shirt and track suit bottoms, neither could cover his belly for longer than a minute or so... they were not that stretchy! He had not shaved since Christmas Day. He often forgot to brush his hair and his clothes were always covered in fresh food stains as he sat in front of his console, with his belly out and his legs wide apart to accommodate his growth girth.
Catherine laid out all kinds of snacks for him on the coffee table. The chocolate biscuits were accompanied by nuts, crisps, sweets and chocolate bars.
She did not need to encourage him. He helped himself. All she had to do was to keep the treats topped up.
She went out for lunch to meet her freinds. She deliberately did not tell Ian what he was to do for lunch because she wanted to see what he would do on his own.
She came back around three in the afternoon. Ian looked like he had not moved from his spot on the sofa with his game controller in his hand, but he was surrounded by discarded beer cans, and empty Tupperware containers from the fridge.
She had left him plenty to eat. He only had to get up off his fat lazy arse to go and get it! She was pleased he'd done just that! At least he had not starved!
She looked closer. The bowls of snacks on the coffee table were almost empty! That was another plus!
She took her coat off and hung it up. Her first job was to top the snacks up. She did that as quickly and as unobtrusively as possible, but Ian still got annoyed with her when she had to walk through his viewing zone!
She watched him grab a handful of nuts as soon as she filled the bowl.
She was not sure because he had not been on the scales, but she would not be surprised if he had put on another stone since Christmas!
That was around three stones in three weeks! He had the definite start of a double chin. His face had filled out and he was getting chubby cheeks! He was fleshier all over, his arms were bigger, his chest was filling out and he was developing two definite mounds of fat around his nipples - manly breasts. His thighs were thicker and she was sure, if she could see it, his bum would be bigger too. The biggest change, of course, was his belly. When she was not around, it told him what to do.
She was so pleased and proud of his concentrated efforts, that she made him a special celebratory feast for his last dinner before he returned to work.
Returning to work was a big test for him. Would he even try to go back to his old ways?