chapter 7

Rachel noticed the wheels spinning in Tom's mind, and decided to help him put it all together. "About 3 or 4 days after I started my diet I was hungrier than I'd ever been, and I broke." She said.

"This time it was different though. Usually I felt upset, or felt like a failure for giving in. This time I felt good about it. I felt satisfied that I was abandoning the idea of losing weight. I stood in front of the mirror before you came home from work and looked myself over. Instead of being ashamed of what I saw I actually felt...well...sort of turned on."

Tom's heart began to beat quicker as he listened to the pig that had replaced his fiancee talk about being turned on by her own fatness. Maybe this was the right time to come clean. Maybe if she was satisfied with being fat, he could finally admit that he had a fetish for fat chicks, for fattening them, and maybe even in time tell her that he had orchestrated this entire thing. Rachel continued.

"But deep down somewhere in the back of my brain, I still felt guilty. I felt guilty because I felt you deserved better. I was afraid that you would be disgusted with me and my weight gain, in spite of your reassurances. So, as usual I decided to double down on attempting the diet. My first order of business was to figure out why I was suddenly feeling so much different. This diet wasn't any different from previous diets aside from one exception - your subliminal weight loss hypnosis recordings. Right before you left on your trip, I had decided to stop listening to the recording, but I found it impossible to go to sleep. As soon as I turned on the recording and the white noise started, I dozed off into the deepest sleep of my life."

Rachel shifted her hips from one side to the other, and folded her flabby arms as best she could across her fattened belly.

"The next day when you were at work, I thought about the previous night and wondered why the tapes had such a great effect on my ability to fall asleep. I moved the audio file from my mp3 player to my computer and while I worked, gulping down a soda and munching on some potato chips, I played the full file through my speakers."

Tom's eyes became wide like dinner plates. The jig was up. He understood now what she meant by what she had said before. She knew.

"At first I thought it was some sort of tragic mistake, like you had accidentally downloaded the wrong audio file, the one meant to make you gain weight instead of lose weight. I quickly realized what a ridiculous idea that was - not only did your file appear to be several recordings from different sources combined, but it was highly unlikely that anyone slinging weight loss hypnosis would also provide weight gain fetish hypnosis. I searched for the recordings you used and found a few of them on fetish websites. I'm sure you know the ones I mean."

Speechless, Tom stood there, his mouth agape, wondering what his next move should be.

"Well? What do you have to say for yourself Mr. "I'm just into big butts"? Yeah you're into big butts alright you fuckin' deviant" she said, her smirk transforming into a sultry grin.

"I...I'm sorry, I should have told you..." Tom said, in the most remorseful voice he could muster.

"Damn right you should have!" Rachel responded, biting her lower lip seductively. She pulled Tom in close, and whispered in his ear "If you had just been up front about this shit, I could have been stuffing my fucking face for at least the past 6 months, not just this month and a half"

The gravity of the conversation leading up had caused him to stand down for a moment, but upon hearing this, Tom was hard almost instantaneously. He looked into her beautiful eyes and all he could muster was "Seriously??".

Rachel's response was to pull him in for a long and passionate kiss with one jiggly fat arm, while she used the other to un-do his belt buckle. Tom attempted to pick his fat fiancee up to take her to the bedroom, and after struggling with her surprising girth on the first attempt, managed to hoist her up enough to stumble to the bedroom where he set Rachel down on the edge of the bed, and began wiggling his fingers between her fleshy body and the tight waistband of her yoga pants so he could peel them off of her, as she struggled similarly to peel the sports bra off of her engorged tits.

Panting hard from the effort, Rachel gasped "I...I think I might need you...I might need you to go get me some...new clothes." Tom smiled "What about your wedding dress, you fat piggy?" slapping Rachel's blubbery ass, causing her flabby cheeks to ripple and wobble uncontrollably for a moment.

Rachel took a second to process that she had just been called a fat piggy by her soon to be husband, and the fact that it had escalated her from a running faucet to a gushing waterfall of wetness upon hearing. "We'll just have to get a bigger one babe" she responded. With that statement, Tom thrust inside of her and the two of them went about having one of the most passionate and carnal lovemaking sessions of their entire lives.