chapter 6

When Paul got home later that evening, he found his would-be-bride exactly where she had been sitting all day.

"Kat?!" he asked, concerned by what he saw before him.

"Oh Paul, thank goodness you're home!" cried Joanne as she ran to embrace him.

"Joanne, what's going on?" he asked, not taking his eyes from Kat.

"She's been like this since she got up Paul, muttering about how bad a boyfriend you are and how she's going to teach you a lesson"

As Paul took everything in, he was aghast at what was supposed to be his fiancé. Her hands and face were coated with BBQ sauce, her hair slick from sweating her way through the veritable feast that Joanne had ordered for her. There was an assortment of stains adorning her unzipped track top which, much to Paul's dismay, no longer could contain her bloated form.

Her stomach surged obscenely over the waistband of her sweatpants that looked as if they had been painted on her blubbery thighs. Bra-less, her tits wobbled as she continued to shovel handful after handful of fries into her gaping maw. Her face had swelled almost beyond recognition, sagging chins moving rhythmically as she continued to chew, paying attention to nothing but stuffing her face.

"How did she get so fat so fast?" asked Paul with a disgusted look on his face.



On hearing the trigger word that Joanne implanted earlier, Kat finally spoke as she continued to gorge.

"If you think this is fat, you haven't seen anything yet!" she sneered around a mouthful of hotdog, "you love Little Miss Perfect here? Well you're welcome to her. Infact, I insist, I'm moving into the spare room until I can move out, you two lovebirds can carry on your affair with fear of interruption from me! I hope you can satisfy her at least. I'm just going to use our wedding money on my one true love, something that really satisfies me. Food!"

"Let's just give her some space Paul, I'll sleep on the sofa tonight, I'm sure she'll come to her senses soon enough."



Six months later

Joanne stood admiring herself in a full-length mirror as a multitude of people fussed around her. Bedecked in a breath-taking white gown, today was the day that Joanne had been spoiling for since before she moved in with Paul and Kat.

Needless to say, she didn't sleep on the sofa that night six months ago. Instead she finally bedded Paul who, spurred on by Kat's hurtful remarks and gruesome transformation, willingly fell for Joanne's plan.

Joanne turned her attention to the mountainous woman at her feet who was shining her shoes.

"Now Kat, remember to get a real good shine all over, I want them to gleam when Paul removes my garter later on"

"Yes Joanne, of course Joanne, anything for you." replied Kat monotonously.



Giving Kat space had quickly turned into Kat being phased out of her relationship with Paul and moved into the role of Joanne's best friend/lackey. Joanne ensured that Paul kept her well fed and not-so-well clothed.

When Joanne had said she'd be working on the wedding with Kat she had been correct but it was no longer Kat and Paul's wedding they were planning, it was Joanne's big day.



"Now remember Kat, after your services as big fat bridesmaid are done today, you'll be going straight back to MY house and clearing out all your crap. I want no trace of you when I return from my honeymoon, am I understood?"

The near 600lb Kat slowly made her way to her feet, huffing and puffing from the exertion, wiping away her sweat with a hanky.

"Yes Joanne, you've made yourself perfectly clear." replied Kat with a forlorn look on her face.

"And you can wipe that look off your face too! I don't want your stupid pout ruining my day. You may have a few tears after we say "I do" then it's on to making a mess of yourself at the reception and then I'll be out of your life forever. Sound good?"

"Sounds good" responded Kat through an incredibly forced smile.

"Oh, and Kat" exclaimed Joanne as she leaned into Kat's ear and whispered "Don't fuck around with cursing."