chapter 4

A month later later and rapidly approaching the wedding in six months, Paul's weight soared to over 280lbs. Gaining 70lbs in just two months was hard on his body. Much to he and Abigail's liking Paul's taught skin developed stretchmarks over his fattening parts, including but not limited to his gelatinous belly, his thick love handles, and now womanly like man boobs.

Wanting to put their next plan of action - fattening up Becky - Paul booked a television interview for he and his fiance for the "Look", America's favorite late morning talk show. A former playboy billionaire turned fat boy with a smoking hot wife were more than the attraction for Anerican viewers. It was also the perfect ambush.

At first, the interview went as expected, questions about their respective businesses and such. But then the questions regarding his recent massive weight gain came up.

"So, Mr Grossman, I dont know how to properly address this issue, but...", trailed off one of the female hosts.

"Relax", said Paul reassuringly, placing on of his meaty palms down over the host's delicate little hands, "Dont worry, you're not offending me. What you wanna know is why or how I got this fat, right?", said Paul standing up and shaking his big hanging belly up and down for the American public. He couldn't see Becky's face, but he was sure that even if she kept up a stoic appearance on the outside, she had to be embarrassed and burning with rage on the inside.

"Well yeah, actually", said another of the "Look's" blushing beauties.

Then looking over to his fiance's dead pan face he said, "Go ahead Honey, tell them." Paul and Abigail who watched from behind the stage knew they had the skinny and fit bitch right where they wanted her.

"Me!?", questioned Becky angrily, forgetting they were on national television, "You want me to tell them why you decided to turn into a pig!"

A hush went over the the stage and the audience. Paul looked dejectedly down at his big belly then down to the floor. The crowd began booing and people hurled obscene insults from all directions as most of the crowd was made up of middle aged and overweight women.

After a few seconds, the hosts quieted down the raucous gallery before gently explaining to Becky the dangers of fat shaming, while Paul simply held his head with his sausage like fingers running through his hair.

"I'm sorry", said Becky apologetically, "it's just that I have no idea why or how, I, I,..."

"You're right, you have no idea what it's like to be an overweight person, do you?", spat the main host.

"No, I've never been overweight, NEVER!", she added for emphasis.

"So what your saying is that you have no idea how to help your fiance...."

"EX!", said the miked Paul, as he struggled to take off his engagement ring.

"No, no, no," said Becky frantically, "I love you Paul Grossman and would do anything to make you happy, anything. I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to hurt you feelings. Please give me a second chance, please?", she begged with clasped hands.

"Well I love you too Becky", said Paul as half the crowd cooed and the other half booed and heckled, "But I think they were right about you not being empathic to the plight of overweight people"

"I can change, I'll read books, go to therapy, whatever you want", sobbed Becky puffy from tears of self pity and the greedy thought of losing out on billions once she divorced him.

"No, that wont really teach you anything, and I really do need to lose this weight so.... I propose the we do one of those fit to fat to fit again programs with me.

Becky listened attentively. It wasn't what she had planned at all, but she figured it would look good for her in divorce court to show the judge or arbitrator "just how much she loved him".

Paul continued. "So when your BMI is equal or higher than mine, you can start training me, and when we're both fit again, me back to 210 and you back to how you are now, we'll get married that day, huh?"

Becky was about to object when Paul added, "and no prenupt. If you're willing to get fat to help me, then I'm sure I can trust you", he said smiling warmly.

"Okay Paul, you gotta deal", said Becky, as some people clapped while others sat sullenly with their arms folded.

"You've gotta keep us posted" said one of the shows hosts.

"No problem, we'll come back every month, and when we both get fit again, we'll get married on the show.

"Deal", chimed the chorus of hosts in their much practiced and cued tagline, "and we'll hold you to that".

All the way home in the limo, Becky frantically went through her social media. There were plenty of post from those angry at her for fat shaming her husband on national TV, actually, too many to count. But as Becky made her way through a host of hateful posts, she did however see plenty of positive posts and many coming from workout professionals, praising her for her dangerous fit-to-fat-to-fit deal that she made with her now morbidly obese fiancee.

Some posts gave advice on how to gain weight healthily through diet and exercise, while others were just high caloric and high fat recipes, designed to add as much fat as fast as possible.

Just before, they entered their swanky neighborhood with no fast food joints, Becky ordered their chauffeur to pull into a Fatty Burger chain restauraunt.

Being that they were in a less economically fluent area, plenty attention paid to the their ride but thankfully no paparazzi to be found.

Both Paul and Becky stood out like sore thumbs in their thousand dollar shoes and tailored dress clothes. A chubby and acne covered teen asked "How may I.... wait a second, you're the skinny bitch from TV, with the big fat billionaire sucker for a fiancee, right?"

Becky's face grew red with anger, but before she could speak, Paul interceded with, "Yup, you got us", diffusing the moment a bit, or at least keeping Becky from saying something that she would regret.

"I knew it, I knew it, ha! We got celebrities up in this bitch! What can I get you?

"I'll have a ten piece nugget, with a side salad and a diet coke"

"Ummmmmhuh, I see, you was lying on the TV. Tom, I told you that bitch was full of shit!", yelled back the young and fiery chubby clerk to a cook through a staging area.

"You ain't trying get fat, are you. Ummmmmmhuh", acknowledged the clerk, answering her own querie without giving Becky a chance to respond, adding, "Diet Coke, please", to show her disgust.

"Ok, then order me something that you think is fattening, since you think I'm a liar."

"Ok, girl. You got it. I'll place an order worthy of your big sexy man", said the clerk with a wink to Paul that made him blush. "Now you to sit down and I'll bring it to you okay?

"Okay", said Paul handing the girl two one hundred dollar bills, telling her to "Keep the change", while returning her wink from a few moments ago.