chapter 2

Not long after their honeymoon the effects, much to her pleasure, of her lifestyle change began to
show. She did not have to do any physical labour at all; instead she now spent most of her day lounging and eating, lounging and reading, lounging and watching television, and lounging. She was taking full advantage of the opportunity to laze and to partake in food which was always readily
available. Because of this her body swelled softly, and the hundred extra pounds bounced enticingly
when she did move, and made her grin when she'd passed by a mirror.
She made no effort to hide her extra flesh, and he never mentioned it to her. The only thing she had
heard said was from the maid to the chef who complained that she was lazy. She did not hear the chef's
response, but her laziness or fatness did not seem to bother the chef as he still made her the fattening
snacks when she requested them.
When her husband arrived home after work she was always to be found lounging on the sofa with a distended belly, watching
some talk show about severely obese women. The host would ask a question then the nearly immobile
guest would answer, and she would lazily rub the soft fat of her own belly.

He would walk up behind the
sofa, place his hands on her shoulders and kiss her cheeks, "did my princess have a good day?" And, she
would always respond with an affirmation.

In truth all her days were good; there was no stress to speak of, she had become out of shape and
plump, just how she wanted it. She had been swept into a life free of worry and was provided for
entirely. Her only care became if her husband approved of how she had become which is why she made
no effort to hide her weight gain, but he acted like there was no change so she kept up her habits.

They went out on his boat. He wore shorts and a light polo, she wore a skirt and an old blouse which she
tied instead of buttoning: not really out of fashion but rather out of necessity as buttoning would have
been an impossibility, and out of fun to let her soft belly show and move freely as she walked. But, now
she was sitting starboard gazing aft at him casually directing the rudder as El Gato Azul moved over the
calm waters of Lake Arenal below them.

Usually she would dress conservatively when they were out of the home but they were alone, spending
the day with each other and no one else so she felt no need for modesty. She took a sip of her bourbon
and soda which she flavored with lemon and lime and sweetened with sugar. She had her softened legs
folded underneath her, and her slack belly roundly resting on her thighs and shifting ever so slightly as
the vessel swayed. Her blouse did nothing to hid the plump fullness of her breasts and she, feeling
animalistic sat at an angle so he would be able to see there was no bra on her form. She took another
sip and smiled at him.
"Why must you torture me so?" He posed the question as a compliment.

"I torture you?" She played.

"Why are you so pretty?"

"God likes me." She flirted.

"Why are you so sexy?"

"Bonbons and cream."She thought aloud walking towards him and using her thickness to its full extent
in an exaggerated stroll across the deck. She pressed her body to his feeling him press against her giving
flesh. "Bonbons make you sexy, hmm?" He wrapped an arm around her then placed her free hand on the wheel letting her feel the groove in the water the boat cut for their path. He kissed her forhead,

"Don't bonbons make you fat?" The question was nonchalant.
She looked down, taking note that her belly hid her feet from her vision, she was nervous; this was going
to be when he told her she was getting too fat... "keep her steady," he whispered removing his hands
from the wheel giving her full control of the boat. He stepped behind her and wrapped his arms around
her midsection squeezing gently the tenderness of her new well-fed lazy body. She felt her flesh give to
his touch like dough and she began to heat up, 0why are you so sexy?" He whispered rhetorically in her ear and
kissed her neck.
"sloth and gluttony." She accidentally confessed in a whisper of sultry ecstasy, caught up in his touch and the
palpability of her flesh. He didn't respond but she felt his hand pat the side of her bulging belly.

When they found a secluded cove and had dropped anchor he led her below to the cabin where she
heavily fell to the bed; still feeling the rocking of the waves in her own flesh. the magnetism she felt
when he spread her large thighs and pushed her distended lethargic abdomen up from her crotch was
intoxicating. When he entered her she moaned in pleasure and she lost herself until he came into her.

When he was brought to his fall she held him against her fattened body enjoying how lazy, weak, and
heavy she had become, "you don't mind that I've become so fat?" She asked the question before thinking.

"no," he said this time entering her with his tongue causing her to moan again and grab her turgid gut,
"your not fat at all."