chapter 10

Rachel woke up feeling refreshed, ready to begin her day. For a moment, as she stared at the ceiling, debating whether or not to bother getting out of bed, she wished she was still on the beach being waiting on like she had been just over a year ago on her honeymoon- if only because it meant that someone would be there at her beck and call to bring her food and spare her the waddle all the way to the refridgerator and then all the way to the couch. She was probably feeling refreshed because of the new "sleep recording" Tom had made for her that week. Eventually the potency of the same old hypnosis and subconscious suggestion lost its luster and had been replaced by an increasingly elaborate and kinky set of Tom's personal recordings, which had continued to stoke the flame of obesity inside the mind of his wife.

It was 11:35. She had slept in again, though it didn't really matter since she had quit her job about 8 months ago. Tom's work out west had paid big dividends for his company just prior to their wedding, and he picked up where he left off when he returned, prompting his bosses to make him a partner at their company, and more than negating the need for Rachel to continue working. She had kept up her job for an additional month beyond his promotion, assuming that she would want to work just to have something to keep her occupied. The reality was that she found herself increasingly occupied with her own body, her insatiable hunger, eating, pleasuring herself, porn, and tv shows.

Eventually the allure of becomming a true couch potato proved too great, and Rachel turned in her two week notice.

That left her with a lot more time to graze on meals that could feed entire families throughout the day, and truly focus on her newfound pursuit: becomming immobile. She had made very steady progress too- not nearly at the rate she had when she piled on 70 pounds in almost three months, but she had slowly been growing larger, heavier, and always more lazy, more out of shape.

"Well, it's about time I go check out the scale.." she said to herself, grunting and straining to stand up out of bed. The floorboards now let out a loud groan every time she passed over them. The house no longer had a subtle shake to it, when Rachel waddled down the hall to the bathroom she could hear the plates in the china cabinet on the other side of the house rattling loudly. She brushed through the increasingly narrow doorway to the bathroom and pressed her foot on the scale.

Tom had been such a great husband. For Rachel's birthday he bought her a talking scale with an extremely high capacity. It could hold and give a readout up to 650 pounds. When he gave it to her he had attached a card to the gift. The only thing the card said was "Here's to growing out of this one..." which was his subtle way of indicating his deep desire to see her become immobile. She took it as a challenge.

"Ready" the scale pronounced. Rachel stepped on. The device thought for a moment.

"Three hundred and seventy three point five pounds" it chimed.

"Hmm 373.5...." she thought to herself. "That's a little over 120 pounds this past year.."

Her mind raced. "Let's see...that's averaging 10 pounds per month, so if I keep up that rate I'll be... 494 at this time next year... and 615.1 the year after that....and 735.9 the year after that."

She knew it was unlikely to keep up that pace. Much of her gain in the past year was not on an average, she started out strong and tapered off as she gained more. The larger she had gotten, the slower it seemed she gained, and the more food and dedication it took to produce real results. She guessed that maybe she would be able to gain at least half of that amount per year. At any rate, she hoped she would break the scale somewhere within 5 or 6 years.

She turned sideways, admiring herself in the full length mirror Tom had installed for her. Looking at herself in the mirror was still a confusingly arousing thing for her. She had gotten so fat so quickly she sometimes didn't even recognize her own reflection. She lifted her enormous, heavy belly apron and dropped it down on the sink counter top. It made a loud slapping noise and her entire body rippled. She felt the warmth and wetness well up between her legs and she smiled. For now, 373 would suit her nicely.