chapter 17

Ian kept putting off his new fitness regime. He even though about hiring a personal trainer who would look at his diet as well as his exersise needs, but he simply kept putting it off. Every day he put it off he did less and consumed more. He just could not seem to help himself! His weight gain rate had slowed down and steadied, but if it was plotted on a graph, it was still an upwards trend with no troughs In it whatsoever.
Catherine woke him up every morning. His breakfast smoothie was switched for a 'protein shake'. It was just as healthy as the smoothie and set him up well for the day.
...or was it? No. If the contents of his smoothie had been analysed, they would have found it to be lethal! It did have some protein shake in it, but very little, the rest was bulked out by weight gain powder, appetite stimulants, double cream, ice cream, chocolate, sugar, oil and flavourings. Each 500ml serving contained at least 5000 calories, which would set him up to fail in his endeavour to lose weight before he had even got out of bed!
On a weekday, he did not bother with anything else before he left the house, but he had not walked to work since Christmas and his morning visits to the bakery were becoming a daily occurance!
In the office, someone always seemed to be leaving, or celebrating a birthday as there was always more cake on his desk. His desk drawers were filled with chocolate bars and bags of crisps instead of files. Even he was surprised he got any work done because he spent more time dozing off between stuffing his face with crap. Some days he barely even picked up a pen!
He didn't attend as many meetings as he used to either. When he did attend, he was there only as a figurehead of the company. Nobody ever asked him anything. Just as well, he was losing touch with what was going on. He didn't even know who their clients were any more.
When he got home from work, Catherine would have a massive three course dinner waiting fo him. Then he would have another dose before spending time catching up with his games. Just before bedtime Catherine would bring him his 'supper', a greasy takeaway meal intended for four. He always went to bed with a full and bloated belly.
He did not drink so much alcohol these days. Beer had been replaced by sugary, fizzy coke. Catherine ensured he drank it by the litre until after nine o'clock. Then he cloud drink as much beer as he liked.
At weekends, she would wake him up at the same time as weekdays and give him his shake. He had to get up as usual, but she usually put out some stretchy casual wear for him and he didn't have to shave.
By the time he emerged, he was extremely hungry from the large dose of appetite stimulants he had drank in his shake. He faced a three course breakfast, consisting of a large bowl of sugary cereal with cream, a huge fried breakfast, followed by toast spread with thick layers of butter and jam.
Then he'd head for the sofa and pick up his game controller.
The coffee table had all kinds of treats on it so that he could snack away to his heart's content, without realising it. Catherine also ensure his glass of Coke was never completely empty.
She would have to prise him away from his console for a large two course lunch, that would be as big as most people's dinners.
Then he would head back to the sofa for more gaming... and more snacking.
His weekend dinners were usually a delicious culinary experience that Catherine had made for him. There was often three course, but the meal was a whole was designed to stuff him to the extreme with highly calorific, fattening food. Catherine would often have to help him finish his second or third servings. He never got up off that table until she was satisfied that he was completely and utterly stuffed full!
If he struggled, she would get her breasts out. He always made an extra effort, then.
Once she was satisfied, she would allow him to return to his sofa and snooze for an hour or so, then, he'd continue gaming, or she'd join him to watch the telly or a DVD.
As with weekdays, before bed he had a large takeaway meal to consume as well.

Catherine was completely in charge. He obeyed her without question. He loved her, he'd do anything to please her. Why would he not comply? Especially when she got her magnificent baps out! He was full of resolve to change. The trouble was, he always put off until tomorrow and when tomorrow came, Catherine was there first before he was even fully conscious with her lethal shake cocktail.

By February, he had put on another two stones. After six months his weight reached twenty one stones. Twelve stones heavier than his regular weight the previous year. That was one hundred and sixty eight pounds on top of the one hundred and fifty four pounds at his starting weight. He had more than doubled his starting weight in only seven months!
He now had a round podgy face, a wide double chin that merged with his fat neck. He had a large bulge of fat at the base of his skull, his arms were bigger than some ladies' waists, even his fingers looked fat and stumpy. He had large fat stores underneath his upper arms, giving him bingo wings and he had large man-breasts that a slim woman would be very proud of. The fat of his breasts extended out to the sides under his arms, creating a pad of fat that prevented him from putting his arms straight down by his sides. They always had to extend outwards now.
On his back, he had a pad of fat on each side, which created a deep crease. He had small fat pads either side of his spine which created a deep wide groove where his backbone was. The roundedness of his buttocks started just below his waist. They were huge globes of dappled adipose tissue, which extended down the back of thick thickened thighs. His top of his thighs rubbed together when he walked down to his mid thighs where there was a definite groove where one pad of fat ended and another started. His even his calves and feet carried a thick layer of podgy soft fat.
He very rarely had a completely empty belly, but it was where he stores most of his fat. His belly was dividing into three separate areas. There was his upper belly which was a thickened roll around his middle that bulged out beneath his breasts and ended at his waist where his belly button was. Then there was his main belly which extended out a full foot from the rest of his body. When he entered a room, this was the part of him that entered first. It was so big that it dropped down over the large pad of fat that settled over his pelvic region. Somewhere underneath there was his genitals.
He grew out of work clothes every month. They could have lasted a bit longer, but he could not go to work in clothes with that would not stay fastened for long or anything that was likely to burst open at any time.
Indeed, Catherine was working on him to try to persuade him to start 'working from home'. Lucy was working on him from the corporate side. For the amount of work he actually did, it did not matter where he worked. Even the board had stopped calling him to their meetings because he always turned up late, looking fatter than ever with food stains down his chest. It was hardly the good impression they wanted to create for prospective clients!
They could not sack him. It was his company for goodness sake! But they needed him out of the way. Getting him to 'work from home' was a good solution. Eventually the board offered him a substantial pay rise and a large bonus, but with a proviso that he didn't come in to work.
Ian considered the offer carefully. He liked the social interaction at work, but he was also glad that the company he had set up from nothing was now big enough to run itself. On the other hand, getting around was getting difficult. He got breathless walking to the toilet.
Then someone told him that he could increase his gaming time by another two hours a day if he did not go to work. That was the final clincher! He signed on the dotted line. No more suits, no more ties!
Ian's weekend clothing was more casual, consisting of stretchy tee shirts and stretchy shorts or trousers. In April, Ian moved into the XL size. The clothing was slightly baggy with lots of room in them. Two months later, those same tee shirts were too small. They would pull down over his globe of a belly, just as his shorts would pull up, but they did not meet and the top would start to ride up when the bottoms rode down.
On Catherine's next shopping trip she skipped the XXL size and moved him up to XXXL. How long would they last? She wondered. She was turned on by the fact that the next time she came shopping for clothes she would struggle to find anywhere that stocked 4XL and 5XL. She might have to shop online and get the stuff sent over from the states. After that? Well, he would just have to make do, or she would have to get his clothing custom made.