chapter 8

Mark and Tammy began to talk a lot more online over the next few weeks and months. Mark kept advising Tammy to ask her boyfriend if he was in to her kink, since every clue was there that he was! But Tammy seemed hesitant and Mark knew that things were easier for her this way. Not knowing made it safer for Tammy to let go somehow. It made her a regular girl, in a regular relationship, putting on weight like regular girlfriends do at her stage in life; not just a kinky fat girl destroying her fit body for her own sexual gratification.

'Look at these pictures I found from our first date eighteen months ago!' Tammy insisted, thrusting her cell phone in Mark's face one Sunday morning.

'Oh yeah, nice,' Mark smiled, looking at the picture of them both.

'Look how slim I was!' Tammy tried. Mark knew his every word and action was being monitored.

'Yeah, I guess you were,' he replied neutrally.

'I've put on so much weight, don't you think?' Tammy asked, grabbing a roll of her fat and jiggling it.

'Aw, you look cute...' Mark winked, kissing his girlfriend on the forehead and patting her on her enlarged ass.

'But, don't you think I need to go on a diet?' Tammy pressed again, starting to sound frustrated.

'Nah, I think you look great,' Mark nodded, turning back to cooking up Tammy's fried breakfast.

The contrast between Mark and Tammy seemed to reach new levels as Tammy hit 240lbs. Through speaking to Tammy online, Mark had a sense of how extreme her fantasies were becoming. She seemed to want higher and higher numbers on the scale and more and more rolls of fat encircling her stomach. Mark knew he needed to bulk with muscle if he was going to handle his big girl as she grew into the fat piggy that she wanted to be. With her gains, Tammy started to look somehow shorter and spherical, with a fat, wide, protruding ass that looked like it was constantly asking to be manhandled by Mark. Meanwhile, Mark had never looked more buff and muscular, yet trim and athletic.

Tammy always looked flushed and sweated profusely in the hot summer sun, lounging about inside in the air conditioning, almost entirely naked, grazing on the snacks Mark kept in for her. She now disliked walking too far; she never said anything, but Mark could tell her fat thighs rubbed together uncomfortably. Mark loved it; it made it even easier to keep her sat on the couch growing her fat thighs and oversized ass even more.

'How fat do you want to be?' asked Mark online one night. It was a question he could never ask Tammy in real life.

'I get so horny at the idea of being 450lbs!' replied Tammy, almost instantly.

Mark was a little taken aback. He hadn't realised Tammy was starting to think seriously about getting that big, but the idea turned him on more than ever. 'Damn! That is going to look so great on you!' he gushed 'Do you think your boyfriend will be ok with that?' Mark replied.

'Hmmm,' Tammy typed. 'Maybe. We'll have to see. I think I'm going to have to tell him soon. But how do you tell someone that their girlfriend is really a fat piggy?'