chapter 8

The wedding was a success, if not eyebrow raising for Rachel's family who were unaware of her transformation over the past few months. Nobody wanted to broach the sensitive topic to her on her "special day", and a number of them were already a bit overweight themselves and didn't want to appear hypocritical voicing their concerns to her, deciding instead to just leave it alone since she seemed happy and well loved.

Tom had originally planned a honeymoon backpacking through a number of historic sites in Europe, but that was back when his wife was roughly 70 pounds lighter and somewhat less lazy. The week of the wedding he cancelled and refunded what he could of their original honeymoon plans and bought an all-inclusive package at a Carribbean resort. The couple had originally taken 3 weeks off work each for their trip, but decided to take an additional 4th and make a full month of it.

After their wedding, Rachel had a blunt discussion with Tom. She was not going to stop listening to the recording, since it helped her sleep, and subconsciously she wanted to keep listening to her nightly mantras of obesity and indulgence. She also wanted to make sure he was aware of what kind of a monster he had created. She was not going to be satisfied being 210 pounds. She might not even be satisfied being 310 pounds. Before she continued with this, she wanted to gage just what Tom was expecting out of her.

Tom began imagining his wife at 300, 350, 400 pounds. Just as it had been in high school and college, as he was around a larger woman more, his tastes seemed to be shifting upwards. He found himself more and more aroused at the notion of a 450+ pound obese wife. He fantasized about her sitting in bed or on the couch most of the day, devouring meal after meal that he placed before her, only pausing whe she wanted to be sated sexually. A life of pure pleasure and indulgence.

Ironically, both were afraid to mention the word "immobility" Rachel secretly had begun fantasizing about it, and so had Tom. They agreed to simply go with the flow and see where the weight gain took them, as they set off on their vacation together.

The resort was amazing. The staff there waited on you hand and foot- bringing drinks and food all day at Rachel's request. Anticipating what was to come, she had bought and packed the same bathing suit in three sizes: the one she currently wore, and two steps above that. She fully planned on growing into the 2nd size on their trip, but was unsure if they would be able to make it into the 3rd in just one month.

There were a number of activities and events to participate in, and a number of other couples at the resort. Tom and Rachel however were the odd ones out. They didn't participate in the other activities and really didn't do anything that didn't involve reclining on the beach, eating, drinking and in the evenings, fucking vigorously- their only real exercise of the day.

Rachel ballooned, and even more than expected. The pair had agreed not to use a scale until they got home, but they were estimating that she had at least put on 20 or 30 pounds by the time the last week rolled around. Rachel grew out of her first bathing suit, into and out of her 2nd bathing suit, and into her 3rd faster than planned. In fact, by the time they were enjoying their final day on the beach together, even that bathing suit had become quite snug.