Chapter 5 - first results

Within a few days, Heather had settled in well to the new routine. She would drink her shake in the morning, make her way through her packed lunch throughout the day and then come home, undressing as soon as she got in, and wait to be fed. Jason did all he could to ensure that Heather was fed as soon as she got in from work. He could stuff her full, let her drift off or relax for a couple of hours whilst he went to the gym and then return to a revived, regenerated glutton, waiting for another feed before bedtime. Heather had also got used to him waking her up at half two each morning for her shake. She'd simply sit up in bed now and down what she was given. Jason started to doubt whether she was even fully awake for her early morning feeds most of the time.

Jason's mind was like a constant whirring calculator, trying to analyse the number of calories he was managing to cram into Heather each day. He had always been meticulous and planned in everything he put his mind to, and this was no exception; in fact, this was his masterwork. Now that Heather's flat stomach had puffed up and bloated a little, he took pleasure in seeing the thickness spread. Heather's face started to look fuller a lot sooner than Jason had been anticipating. At first, it made her look more sturdy and strong, but as time went on and there was evidence of a puddle of fat collecting under her chin, that illusion was quashed. Heather picked up a lot of butt fat faster than anticipated as well; as she walked around the house, Jason could see a faint ripple across the skin around her hips that kept on moving into her fuller ass with each step she took. Heather's pert breasts soon gave way to the added softness; and further down, Heather looked to be developing a fluffy, overfed curve to her stomach. Jason squinted when he looked at her, realising that Heather looked more beer-bellied than anything, as her tummy grew that slightly bloated, curved shape. But as his eyes travelled to Heather's butt, he could once again see the evidence of his gainer shakes. Two chubby mounds of fat were beginning to replace her once toned ass, stretching outwards behind her as if she were becoming a baboon.

"Why do I have to wear all these loose fitting clothes?" she grumbled one day. "I can feel myself growing and no one can see it!"

Jason sighed. They had had this conversation many times. "You know why. Wearing clothes with a lot of room will help you eat more - and it gives you something to work towards."

"But you just replaced the last pair of work pants I was started to look good in, with larger ones. I feel like I'm back at square one!" she complained.

Jason smiled to himself; Heather was absolutely right. He was trying to get Heather to work towards something he would never allow her to achieve - and for good reason: getting the best, most fattening results he could. He thought about it carefully and nodded, as if conceding slightly. But in reality, a new plan was emerging in Jason's mind; fully formed and ready to play out beautifully.