Chapter 5

Chomping through burger after burger Becky never felt so disgusted in her whole life. She'd spent years building her body through diet and exercise... Yes, there were a few surgeries as well, including her liposuction/Brazilian butt-lift surgery, but that's besides the point. The point is that she'd spent a lifetime crafting her look and persona, and now she was gonna have to put on a ton of weight??? Yes, she would!!! If she knew one thing about Paul, that was he was a man of his word, meaning that they'd eventually get married with no prenupt, meaning the soon to be ex Mrs Grossman, would be entitled to his billions, or at least half of them.

Said motivation helped the young and soon to be obese gold digger make her way through two large and greasy bacon doubled cheeseburgers, but Becky felt herself reaching her limit pretty quickly. The thick and creamy chocolate milkshake didn't help either.

By the time they left, meaning after she'd consumed three massive burgers, their accompanying fries, two large milkshakes, and a dessert, the still Becky, did however sport a bulging belly that pressed out against her formerly well fitted dress. Phones galore came out as the fattened billionaire and his almost pregnant looking and definitely bloated looking fiancé waddled their way out of the restaurant. It was no better when they left the confines of their afore mentioned eating establishment as paparazzi flashbulbs went off in blinding fashion as they left for their ride.

Paul chuckled, making his girthy form jiggle in the back seat of his limo.

"What's sooooo funnnny, slurred Becky on the verge of the first of many food comas to come.

"It's nothing... but normally, you're... well... such an attention whore... and tonight... well... you just ran. It was so cute. Anc you know you ripped your dress, right?"

"What? What the fuck!?!" , yelled out Becky looking down to see her own still tanned, yet bloated midriff poking out where her dress, under the strain of running, not to mention the 8,000 calories of fast food, well that proved enough to tear through the sheer French design.