Chapter 3 - the life of luxury

Jason hadn't lied when he had said that Heather wouldn't be needing her clothes this vacation. The pool was right outside their room and so Heather was permitted to take her overstuffed, bloated body out for a rest every few hours, sunbathing in her sexy bikini or cooling down in the water; swimming was not advised on such an overfed stomach. When Heather wasn't needing to be fed, Jason took himself off to the hotel gym, walked in to town, or admired his groggy, stuffed wife perched in a sun chair, whilst he was completing laps of the pool. Then, when a couple of hours had passed, he'd bend down and whisper into Heather's ear, "Come on fat girl. It's feeding time."

It was hard to tell whether any of what Jason was doing was actually working. Neither of them had slept for a solid eight hours for the entire two weeks. Heather was on a never ending roundabout of food, sex and napping. Her stomach had bloated up that first day and had never been allowed to retreat back to its natural state. But there was one thing Jason did spot on their last night, as Heather removed her tight bikini bottoms for the final time and flopped into bed for her evening feed - a ripple of soft skin moving through her ass and upper thighs, barely even noticeable were you not looking for it, but still there all the same. He grinned broadly at Heather as she sat up in bed waiting to be fed.

"What is it?" she asked suspiciously at her smug husband.

"Oh, nothing..." Jason chuckled, grabbing a forkful of extra cheesy lasagne and blowing away the heat for his wife. "Now, you just relax and focus on the job at hand," he soothed, delivering the pasta into her greedy mouth and stopping her from asking any more questions.

Jason had packed Heather's sweat pants for the plane home. He had also packed lots of treats he had bought from Greece in his bag and handed them over to Heather at intervals on the plane; but it wasn't quite the same and the bloat from Heather's last breakfast was finally started to wear off. Exhausted, they drove home, crawled into bed and didn't wake up for the next ten hours.

"Morning fat girl!" Jason whispered. He was already out of bed as Heather opened one eyelid, seeing him naked, holding something rectangular in his hands. She grunted sleepily, until she felt Jason's face coming closer, and his smooth, deep, sexy voice whispering down her ear. "It's time for your weigh-in."

All of a sudden, Heather was enthusiastically sat up in bed and about to stand up, when she caught Jason staring hard at something: her middle. There, just above her bikini line, was a little roll of chub as she slouched over. Jason chuckled. Neither of them had seen Heather on an empty stomach in two whole weeks.

"Damn!" Heather gasped, stroking the little roll and following it around to the sides. But Jason did not want to wait any longer and ushered her up. He placed the scales down on the floor and watched as Heather stepped on. "I was 115lbs before the wedding," she stated, waiting for the numbers to settle. They hovered up and down, as if building suspense. "Come on!" she squeaked, chuckling and shifting her weight, making the scales take even longer to reach a decision. Finally, both of them holding their breath, the scales stated their result in bright red digits. 135lbs.

Jason laughed aloud and Heather grabbed her stomach in disbelief. Had she really gained 20lbs in just two weeks?

"And this is just the beginning!" Jason stated triumphantly. "This is just the beginning..." he repeated, placing a firm kiss on his wife's mouth and pushing her back down on to the bed, seamlessly slipping off her underwear at the same time, like a pro. He rolled her on top, placing his two, large hands on her ass cheeks and jiggling them up and down. Heather felt her new softness for the first time and her eyes rolled back to her head, groaning softly. "Just the beginning..." Jason repeated a final time, before he plunged himself into her.