Chapter 4 - in the heat of the night

Jason and Heather considered pulling a sick day the following morning, but there was no way anyone would believe them after such a long honeymoon. The alarm went and they both groggily set about getting ready. The honeymoon was officially over.

"What's all this?" Heather asked, opening her closet to find her work clothes. Every item was gone, replaced with new ones.

"What?" Jason asked, barely containing his grin. "You can't expect me to let you walk about in all those old dress suits can you?" he gloated. "No, a fat girl needs room to expand. These ones are much more suitable," he went on, pulling out a new larger outfit and putting it up against Heather. "Roomy," he concluded, with a chuckle.

Heather slipped it on, wishing the day away so that she could get back in to bed and be fed by Jason. She couldn't believe how much thought Jason had put in to this. But that wasn't her only surprise. On her way out, Jason thrust a large carrier bag of food into her hands. "This should keep my fat girl going," he smiled as Heather looked inside at the masses of prepared food and snacks. "And this," he grinned, waving a large water bottle in Heather's face, is your breakfast."

Inside was a thick, gloopy mixture, swishing backwards and forwards. "Is that...?" Heather asked.

"Gainer shake," Jason nodded. "My own special recipe," he whispered, planting a kiss on his beautiful wife's cheek, followed by a little pat of her slightly less toned stomach. "Have a nice day..."

Jason's commute was a lot shorter than Heather's and so he was sure to be home a lot earlier than her by the end of the day. He greeted Heather at the door, kissing her passionately, already unbuttoning her blouse before he had even closed the front door and only just doing so before her bra was exposed to the entire neighbourhood. Naked, Jason sat Heather down in a chair in front of the TV. "I hope you're hungry fat girl," he whispered, stroking his hand across Heather's well fed stomach. She'd obviously eaten everything in her bag at work today. Then, he retreated into the kitchen, before bringing out more dishes than Heather had even had in Greece. "Time to continue where we left off..." he grinned.

Jason smiled as Heather had drifted off clutching her painful, overfed stomach that night in bed. He admired the shape of his wife as she rested. He doubted many would notice much of a difference yet, but to Jason, she seemed fuller and more solid. It was as if all the cracks had been filled in and now she was ready to inflate like a balloon.

That night, his alarm buzzed at 2.30am and he hopped up out of bed and went downstairs to the kitchen, returning with a large flask. Heather was still sound asleep and so he rubbed her stomach and fondled her crotch until she stirred with interest. "Are you ready?" he whispered as he saw Heather's eyes opened just a little.

"Ready for what?" Heather moaned.

"Your first shake of the day," Jason explained. "I've got it here for you."

Heather turned over and looked at the digital clock. "But it's so early!" she sighed.

"A fat girl has to do what a fat girl has to do..." Jason sang, unscrewing the lid and holding the flask up to Heather's nose so that she could smell the delicious peanut butter inside.

Heather sat up a little and tilted her head back so that Jason could pour. It was dark and so Jason trickled it into her mouth carefully and slowly. He didn't want any spilling on the bed sheets. He wanted every delicious calorie inside his greedy wife, making her fatter and fatter.

"Good fat girl..." he whispered after the last drops had gone. Heather was clearly very turned on and wide awake now and so Jason played a little with his fingers down below, until he heard Heather groan and grip the headboard for support as she orgasmed loudly. Then, without a word, Heather drifted back off to sleep, allowing all of the calories to set about and do their job. Another shake before work and Heather would already have surpassed her daily recommended calorie intake. "Good night fat girl..." he whispered, kissing her on the forehead.