chapter 5

The cypress wood of the bed creaked under her weight as she slowly swung her legs to the side and sat up. The mid-morning sun came through the window and whined brightly in her deep brown eyes. Her feet touched the cold mahogany floorboards, her thighs spread out wide on the
mattress as it sunk beneath her, her belly hung between her legs and jiggled as she struggled to
her feet. With each step the floorboards creaked under her weight, breaths became deeper and
louder, and her heart beat heightened.
She had been sleeping in more and more lately. Her husband woke up in the early morning hours, massaged her distended belly and breasts, and left her with a passionate kiss and an "I love you, mi Corazon gorda." This little pet name always made her smile, and she would fall back asleep in bliss before waking herself up a few hours later.

She waddled slowly across the master bedroom to the bathroom, she was already gasping for breath when she reached her shower, and was turning red in the face. She had to sit down in the shower, and let the cool water run down her stretched skin for a few moments. She bathed herself as best she could, lifting her heavy breasts to wash and rinse then letting them fall heavily onto her quivering belly. She had special tools made to wash her harder to reach places, a long daisy-chained series of loofahs, and one on a stick that she would scrub her extremities with.
When she turned off the shower she was out of breath again, and paused a few moments before
drying herself off. She used three towels in total, flossing between the folds and creases of her fat body.
The dehumidifier in the bathroom sucked the moisture out of the air by the time she got around to brushing her teeth. She gazed in wonder at her massive body jiggling with each brush stroke.

She plopped down in the chair in front of her vanity, her body spread out wide when she sat and overfilled the chair. She brushed her hair 50 times. She then put on a little makeup, grinning at
her plump cheeks and double chin. When she was finished she wrapped a sarong around her body which was almost too big for the sarong now. She waddled from the bedroom, through the living room, and into the kitchen where the house chef had prepared breakfast for her.
She squeezed herself into the booth in their breakfast nook, her belly smushed against the table, and picked up the morning paper. The chef delivered several plates of pastries, meats, and eggs, grains smothered in cheese, a small cup of coffee, and a carton of cream. The chef, sat in the
booth across from her as she read and ate. @Pardon me, madam." The chef said, "I wanted to say
something."

She paused from her food for a moment, and looked at the chef who seemed concerned.
"Please do not be offended madam, and I know that when you request something specific for a meal I am to make it without question, but I have been working here since before you married your husband. He hired me to cook whatever you desire. And while, I appreciate women of a certain
larger body type... Madam, I am concerned for you. You have become very obese in just a few
years. And, I am, as a loyal chef and friend, I am concerned."

She paused a moment, put the newspaper down, and placed the fork down on the pile of sausages. "I am not stressed, I am happy. Yes, I have become obese, and these foods are not a healthy choice, but there is nothing to be worried about if someone is happy, correct?"

"Correct, madam." The chef bowed his head and stood, "I do apologize for speaking out of line. Shall I prepare the meals for the weekend excursion on your husband's boat for when he returns home?"

"Yes that will be wonderful."

"Is there anything in particular madam would like this weekend?"

She looked down at her massive belly in the too small sarong, and the pale skin of her bosom. "The, the usual will be just fine." She said with hesitation.

When she finished her breakfast she spent the rest of the day lounging on the sofa, reading and watching television while snacking on fatty desserts.

When she heard her husband's car enter their driveway she dismissed the maid and the chef, opened her sarong and let her belly and breasts hang off the front of the sofa. As his footsteps
entered the living room she looked up at him and smiled gleefully.

His expression was a smile
but he was pensive. He knelt down in front of her, and placed his hand on the side of her massive
gut. "Mi Corazon gorda," he said and kissed her. His hand found a nook in between the fat rolls of her ribs, as his lips moved passionately against hers. Her heart beat faster and loudly in her
chest and she struggled for breath. This was one of the most passionate kisses he had ever placed on her.

"mi Corazon gorda," he said again, "There is something I need to discuss with you."

Her heart stopped, she held her breath, and she gazed at him frozen. He sat back away from her
and removed his hand from her fat body. "I need to talk to you about something important."