chapter 6

The sun began to set above the deck of El Gato Azul as the boat gently rocked on the calm waves
of Lake Aranel. She could feel each gentle sway in her pounds of loose flesh, and deep in her overfilled stomach the food and drinks she had engorged on all weekend rocked with the boat. feeling the motions in her own body was soothing to her, like her belly, the boat, and her fat were gently rocking her to sleep.

It was just on Friday that her husband had come home and they discussed his retirement from the bank. Afterwards, her husband had requested that the chef double the amount of food and drink they normally take on their weekend excursions, and now as the sun set she had just finished off the last of the rich meals. Her belly was fuller than it ever had been, and her body felt unfathomably heavy. She had spent the entire weekend being stuffed, massaged, and loved by her husband, and she was in bliss as he approached her with drinks in hand.

With the amount that she had consumed that weekend the clothes she had brought with her did not fit, and the robe she had draped over her body would not cover her belly. She lounged on the bench seat at the stern with her legs folded to her side, her torso leaned against pillows. Her belly protruded out from her midriff roundly at the top where her stuffed stomach gurgled, and her lower belly drooped down loosely and oozed from her frame and swayed only a few inches from the deck of El Gato Azul. Her pale skin with the red stretch marks and pale blue veins seemed to glow in the setting sun. Her large round breasts hung down as well, swaying with the motions, making their way to an escape from the loosely draped robe. Her rear was pressed against the back of the seat but the side was visible, completely dimpled with cellulite, wobbling with the motions, her thighs had become massive and shapeless, and dimpled with quivering saddlebags of flab.

He leaned against the railing and handed her a cocktail. He stroked her dark hair and gazed down at her body, "Bonita, did you always intend to become this obese?"

She took a sip from her cocktail, "Yes."

On Friday he had knelt before her as she lounged on the sofa in their living room. He explained that he had noticed things were becoming difficult for her to do on her own, and that if she continued to get fatter some things may be impossibilities entirely. He explained that he would rather he stayed home to help her than leave her to the mercies of others. He said he only wanted her happiness more than anything.

He knelt down again on the boat like before. "And, you are certain you want to continue?"

"Yes." She said gently, and smiled at him.

He kissed her and groped the hanging fat of her belly. She could no longer fit through the entrance to the lower decks of the boat, and all their intimate moments were on the deck, in the open now.
They would find private inlets to anchor for intimacy. Her heart began to beat faster, her sweat
smelled of rich meals, booze, and sunscreen. Her breathes became deeper as he rubbed the fat
falling from her body. She spread her legs open as best she could and he pushed his hand between the folds of her flesh to tease her.

After he had made her orgasm, she lay on the bench, heart beating so hard it hurt, her breathes
were short and her whole body was pink from the exertion, she smiled at the twilight sky, and purred happily. He gently rubbed her malleable flesh, "I wonder if you have become fatter this
weekend," he said, "you look much larger."

"I think I have," she purred. "I'm so full I cannot stand, and I think my body is fatter all over as well."

"Too full to stand or too fat to stand?"

She purred again and closed her eyes in a pleasurable thought. "I suppose we will find out in the morning when my belly is empty."