chapter 4

Seeing how both women were apparently fawning over him so much, Vance virtually stopped going to the gym. It wasn't a fully rationed decision, at least not from his stand point, but more or less, he just didn't have the time with all the work, and food, and great sex he was enjoying these days. Samantha was good at this.

Knowing his schedule as it was loaded into their collective electronic datebook, Samantha convinced her dad that Vance needed and wanted more of a challenge. Her dad agreed and Vance went from a lounging playboy with loads of extra time to work out and screw secretaries to a man stuck behind his desk from dusk til dawn.

All the extra long hours at the office meant more rich coffee and ever increasing amounts of decadent desserts and the occasional "Sam laced"milkshake, of ofcourse delivered by to him by his Swedish beauty, Helga.

Late nights at the office meant lots pizza deliveries, which in turn became stuffing sessions with Helga often riding his big cock and growing belly.

By the end of the 5th month Vance had more than accepted his burgeoning belly. Up to 240lbs, Vance's BMI of 28% meant he was still over weight, and not yet obese. However, there was now no way for him to hide it anymore, so Vance began to show it off. He wasn't sure why, and it truly bothered him, if truth be told, Vance now relished his new and expanding form. His eyes and concious mind told him that he was quickly transforming into and obese hog of a man. He didn't know why, but he found himself often imagining himself growing fatter and fatter.

And why not, Helga and his wife were literally going crazy over his new body. To add to his confusion, every magazine article he'd recently read in the office suggested that women now preferred more stout men and that the new trend was getting more and more overweight. But what most convinced Vance was the fact he was starting to get some looks by a few of the office "hotties". He noticed that even some of the girls whom he knew preferred very fat men were starting to stare longingly at his growing belly.



She'd paid professionals to doctor the office magazines to show positive articles of overweight women, complete with celebrity testimonials. As Vance was buried up to his neck at work, or between his beauties legs, or constantly chowing down, he didn't have much time for outside news venues. As a result, he was insulated from the "real" news.

To further increase his weight and his appitite, Sam began lacing his breakfast replacement shake with appitite enhancers, a touch of feminine hormones, and mass gainer too, just in case he decided to forgo his insatiable hunger. But she knew better than that.

In the next layer of her revenge, she planned to take over his mind.

The first thing she did was start pumping subliminal messages into his office at a pitch unattainable to the human ear, but all the more powerful. All day his unconsciously listened to messages of weight gain, gluttony, the desire to be humiliated and just loving everything about his fattening body.

At first, looking through her closed circuit video feed, Samantha thought she'd just waisted 50k dollars installing the high tech and hidden stereo equipment. For the first few days nothing perceptively changed. He worked, drank coffee, ate snacks and occasionally had the young blonde bounce up and down on his now jiggling body.

She especially loved the way his naked ass now quivered and shook as he pounded away on Helga in the missionary position. She wasn't sure if it was the weight gainer, the feminine hormones, or a combination of all three, but Vance's rear end had considerably increased in mass and width. Even hints of future cellulite were evident through her high tech and high definition surveillance devices. Yet, this was still much of the same.

Then, about a week into the new phase of her plan, Samantha started to notice subtle at first, then rapid changes in her husband's behavior.

First of all, he started eating a lot more. So much that Helga had a hard time keeping up with his constant demands for more food. Sometimes her tardiness with food delivery would stir Vance's ire and he would yell at Helga at the top of his lungs, before apologizing to the crying Swedish beauty.

Next she noticed that when alone in the office, Vance began to touch himself as he ate. She suspected this was the effect of the subliminal messages, but she hadn't thought they'd take hold so soon. Vance was a mess. He was often covered in chocolate frosting or bits and pieces of fried chicken scattered across his face. And now he couldn't keep his hands off of himself as he chowed down. Hands constantly shoving food down his gullet while the other hand either stroked his cock or kneaded at his growing jelly belly. Then he'd either call in Helga for a quickie or finish himself off, which he found himself doing more and more often than not.

Both Vances ego and waistline exploded under these conditions. After only a month of constant subliminal barrage, Vance managed to add an additional 25lbs of pure blubber to his recently fit and fine tuned body. At 265lbs, Vance managed to go from being mildly husky to outright obese, with a BMI topping 31%.

One day as he was getting water to clear his palate of his morning shake and half a dozen donuts, he felt a small yet firm hand slap him hard on the ass. Everything shook and jiggled within the confines of his tight clothing. A small shock to his cock caused him to linger momentarily in the sensual pleasure caused by his assailant's hand before he could rationally asses the situation.

"God damn that Helga, she can't be so fucking reckless in the office", he thought to himself. The snack was hard, and loud. Vance knew everyone was staring.
His anger grew and his fat face grew red before spinning too quickly. Vance's largest shirts were becoming short from his new ample body filling out their once hollowed recesses. This shirt was no exception. In mid spin, it came undone releasing his soft and gelatinous belly flesh to wobble and jiggle just below his shirt line.

His first reaction was total embarrassment as he knew just how ridiculous he must look with all of his newly softened midsection exposed to the office. Then for some strange reason his cock grew intensely hard, almost painful, and showing through his too tight pants.

Looking up, Vance realized that it wasn't Helga that had so brazenly slapped him, but beautiful, raven haired Veronica. Even taller than Helga, at 6'4" Vance found her thicker yet athletic frame very appealing, in an Amazonian sort of way, but extremely hot all the same. Veronica was a super fit, cross trainer type with thick and muscular biceps and thighs, not to mention a juicy and bouncing big bottom. He'd unsuccessfully been trying to get the young lady's attention for weeks. Vance guessed now he had it. "Be careful what you wish for" he thought to himself before taking a look at the gorgeous young woman standing just inches away.

The smirking young woman stared wantonly at his pale and exposed belly fat before madking eye contact with Vance. Once they locked eyes, she bit her lip, leand in and down towards him as her high heels made her several inches taller than he. He could smell her sweet perfume, and he felt the moistness of her breath in his ear when she whispered almost inpercecptively, "It takes a big man to satisfy my cravings". She then spun gracefully, and casually sauntered away in her tight miniskirt, while letting out a faint but perceptible moan.

Not knowing what to do, the flush and aroused Vance croaked, "Come on, nothing to see here. Back to work" he demanded. All of the attention to his fat was such a turn on. Vance was both worried as he couldn't understand what was happening to his mind and body. But he couldn't help it now. As embarrassed as he was, he was even more turned on.

Unbeknownst to Vance, this was all part of Samantha's elaborate route to increase Vance's ego as to camouflage the extent of his gain from himself. That was of course, until she pulled the rug out from under his fat, maybe "immobile", body she thought to herself.

Everyone, from his friends, to his coworkers, and even family were shocked by Vance's new appearance. He still had his famous bravado, maybe even more than before, what was different now was the fact that he carried a lot more of himself around these days.