chapter 6

The month and a half had passed quickly for Tom as he was extremely busy getting the new project up and running. His time was up before he knew it, as he got off his long flight and took an uber ride home. He approached the front door, apprehensively reached for the door knob, paused for a second, took a deep breath, and went inside.

"I'm ho-oooo-me" he shouted in the foyer, dropping his luggage at the bottom of the stairs. He heard the sound of some loud creaking and some mild grunting in Rachel's office. Down the hall he heard the heavy plodding, almost waddling footsteps of his engorged girl, each step ever so slightly reverberating throughout the floor of the house. He braced for what he would see come around the corner.

Shuffling around the corner with an enormous smile on her face was a woman who he would estimate to be roughly 200 to 210 pounds. Rachel paused there and stood, facing her fiance. She was wearing yoga pants which were multiple sizes too small, stretched hard against her plump, cellulite patched thighs. They dug deeply into her flabby lovehandles and belly which proudly protruded far over the band. Her belly was covered in angry red stretch marks and sagging down a few inches over the band of the yoga pants. She wasn't wearing a shirt, but instead had managed to stuff herself inside one of her larger, stretchier sports bras she bought back at 160 in anticipation of working out frequently. It cut into her upper belly and created a well defined line of flab through her back fat.

Her under-arm flab poured over the sides of her sports bra, resting on top of it were two round, meaty, upper arms, dimpled ever so slightly in cellulite. Her elbow had begun to form a very small crease of fat on top of it, and her forearms were looking far more doughy than before- her chubby hands perched at the end of them. Tom noticed that she was not wearing any of her rings, and estimated that it was unlikely any of them could fit down her sausage fingers at this point.

Her breasts were smothered in the sports bra, threatening to pop out the top or choke her. The top straps dug into her plump shoulders creating two distinct indentations in the flab framing her neck. Her neck- which was now covered under a thin but noticeable layer of fat that was forming an almost imperceptible roll at her collar bone. That feature was obscured however by the thick band of lard outlining what used to be Rachel's jaw line. She had grown quite the double chin in such a short amount of time. It was not the kind that came and went with facial movements either, it was of the permanent variety that encircle the faces of the truest of fatties. Her cheeks had puffed up generously to compliment her double chin and other features proportionately.

Locking eyes with Tom momentarily, almost posing for him, Rachel bounded over as fast as her hefty body would allow her to travel, and wrapped her soft, warm, squishy flab around her fiance as tightly as she could.

"I'm so glad you're home honey, I missed you SO MUCH!!" she gushed, pulling a stunned Tom in closer for a long, passionate kiss.

"It's good to...to be home.." he finally managed to stutter, still surveying the damage Rachel had managed to do to herself.

Tom's feeling of guilt had not subsided. Rachel was big and seemed to be unaware or perfectly alright with it. She wasn't even acting as if anything had changed. He left home with a plump wife somewhere around 170, and came home to a certified fatty. It felt as if he had entered the twilight zone. Overcome with guilt Tom blurted out "h..how much...umm...."

"Weight??" replied Rachel, growing playfully annoyed with his stammering.

"Yeah...you've put on quite a few pounds since I've been gone..." Tom said.

"Forty." Rachel replied, a devilish smile appearing on her chubby lips

"How do you feel about...I mean, I thought you wanted to lose weight for the wedding, and..." Tom stammered.

"Tom, don't worry about it. I know."

This was unexpected. Tom's mind raced. She knew? What did she know? About him? About his fetish? About his plan?