chapter 2

The next morning I woke feeling great, I want down to the kitchen and had waffles for breakfast. They were so good. I did a couple of things around the house and then made some corn dogs for lunch. I was enjoying my food for once. Dinner was more of the same, I can;t remember what it was but it was some short of fast food. I looked at myself in the mirror and I looked just the same as always. I kept this routine for the week. It was sunday and James was about to arrive. I decided to clean everything out and throw away all the empty boxes from food so he wouldn't notice a thing. When I arrived home, I was nervous, I thought maybe he was going to see me looking different, but he didn't. He hugged me and kissed me just as always, That night we made love, and he didn't comment anything about my body at all. On wednesday he was leaving again, so I had to act as always while he was around, I would put on my gym clothes and leave the house, but instead of going to the gym I was going to some cafe and eating. Later I would go home and talk about how tired I was from running or lifting weights. He left on wednesday, this time he was going to be gone for a couple of weeks, at least, this gave me plenty of time to enjoy myself and pig around. And so I did. I kept my eating routine, I was going to the market and getting doughnuts for breakfast and buying all kinds of food, from chocolate, to pizza, to cake and cookies... everything was okay with me, no more restrictions. I did not weight myself, but I think that during that 2 weeks I got at least 15 pounds heavier. My stomach looked a little puffy now and my butt bigger. My favorite pair of skinny jeans were now uncomfortable to wear since they were too tight. James came back from his trip and he didn't say anything at all. He did look at me differently but I think because he was too polite, he didn't say a word about my weight or my body. He was home for a week this time and I kept "going to the gym". He left again next sunday, again for a couple weeks. It was then when I started to enjoy my body. It was now visible that I was changing, I was loving everything about it. I was eating like a pig everyday, some days I went to a buffet at 4 in the evening and leaving at 8. That is four hours of eating, Four hours. I was so proud of myself. One day I got home after meeting some friends and I was wearing a pair of tight jeans, that were now way too tight. I sat in front of my fridge and started eating. My jeans started to get tighter and I was loving the feeling of bursting out my clothes. This became also a routine. I would wear something tight wile eating. to feel my body growing. It was pure fantasy to feel that pleasure. I kept gaining, as you can imagine and even my friends had said some comments about it like "you are enjoying your self lately uh?" or "Getting plump girl". My but was a little bigger now, but not that much. Most of the weight was going to the belly that was now meaty. After a couple weeks James called me to say that he was going to be out for a couple more weeks since his work had not been finished yet. I was more than exited.
Time flew by, it went so fast I didn't even notice. Right before James was going to arrive, I decided to weight myself. I had seen the process in my body, but I had to know the number. 178. 178 pounds? I was about 120 just two months ago... 50 pounds in two months? James was going to notice, and he was not going to be happy about it.
I heard the car getting into the garage, I decided to put on a baggy dress so it would hide my belly as much as possible. James got in and his face said it all. He looked at his once fit wife from head to toes. I was bulging. He hugged me. I knew he could feel my gut against his firm body. He kissed me and then went upstairs. I followed him into our room. He sat in bed and I went straight forward to him. I then bent and started kissing him. He started touching my butt. I turned off the lights and pushed him against the bed as I took of my dress. I took of his shirt and started feeling his abs, his fit body. My belly was touching him too. We had sex and I can say that it was amazing. I don't know hoe he felt about it since he didn't say a word. He was going to be home for a little bit over a week. I could tell he was acting weird but I decided not to ask. I was always saying excuses to leave the house and go some were to eat. He left and I had already gained about 5 more pounds. Already over a 180 pounds my body was looking chunky. I kept gaining weight and none of the clothes form before the gaining fit me anymore. I did wear some of them, but they didn't look like they used to. Like a sun dress I used to wear... It was red and really pretty, during my athletic years it looked baggy, actually it was a couple sizes way to big for me. This made it possible for me to wear it when I had gained 60 pounds. I wore it once when I was going to a restaurant with my friends. It was now so tight the buttons looked like they were going to explode anytime. I got in the car and drove myself to the restaurant were my friends from my running years were waiting. They were really fit and slim girls. And now, I was the black sheep. I got of my car and walked into the restaurant. "Olive's garden". They were already sitting at one of the tables. I went to them and they looked at my shocked. I had never seen their eyes so open.