Chapter 11 - the final decision

Her stomach growling at Matt's aloof dismissal of her, Amy was sent into a constant low mood. She could sense Matt pulling away from her; flirting more with those stupid skinny girls at the gym. How long would it be before she could smell their perfume on his clothes, or catch him scurrying away to answer a flirtatious text from another lover? The idea made her sick to her stomach. But as much as it pained her to admit it, Amy didn't really like this version of Matt.

She'd not only lost her husband, but also her best friend; her kinky, sex-loving and highly-generous best friend.

Amy thought back to her last encounter with Heather. She had sold her the reversal mixture for the love potion without much argument. But as Amy stood up to leave, she stopped her in a moment of seemingly genuine concern.

"You know, you're opening a can of worms taking this spell off him? If he didn't like your weight before, he's hardly going to like you now. You could be ending your entire relationship."

Amy had swallowed. "It's going to be fine!" she spat, unconcerned. "I'm going to lose it all and go to the gym every day with him. People won't be able to recognise me in a few months' time! Matt's going to see how sexy I am without all of this fat on me."

Heather frowned slightly, clearly biting her tongue. "Even so..." she offered kindly. "...Take this, just in case," she smiled, pressing a small, second bottle into her hand. "...In case you want your kinkier version of your husband back one day." Heather shrugged, seeing Amy's scepticism. "You never know!" she offered at last.

Now Amy pulled the bottle out of her bag and spun the glass container carefully between her fingers. Would the old, fat-loving Matt be better than this? She looked around at the sparse contents of the kitchen cupboards and sighed. What was she thinking? Anything was better than this! Sex on tap, great food, a loving, adoring husband; she'd been a fool to throw that all away!

In the end, she didn't have to think twice, as she uncorked the bottle and smelt the fire-red liquid inside. "Matt!" she called from the kitchen, pouring the contents into a fruit smoothie. "I made you something..."

Matt trudged in grumpily, having paused his computer game for what turned out to be a simple smoothie. "Thanks," he breathed ungratefully, taking the glass from his obese wife and heading back into the lounge to continue his game. "Don't you be drinking too many fruit smoothies though," he called back over his shoulder. "You're almost at your calorie limit today," he cautioned.

"Oh, don't you worry," Amy grinned, pulling a tub of ice cream out from behind her handbag where she had hidden it whilst it melted slightly. It wouldn't be long now. Then she'd never have to worry about eating too many calories again. She threw off the lid and dug the spoon into the incredibly soft centre.

Slipping the first spoonful into her mouth, she felt the same arousal that she had felt the night she had overindulged in pizza. This was naughty and wrong - and it felt so damn kinky! She threw off her blouse and poured her smoothie down the sink. Then she pulled down her pants and wriggled her wide butt out of the tight fabric, stepping out of them entirely in anticipation of what was about to come. Her hand slipped down between her chubby thighs as she fed more and more ice cream into her overweight, rounded body and she mumbled in pleasure from both sensations.

When she looked up again, Matt was standing at the door, watching her.

Amy couldn't tell from the look on his face what he was thinking. Had he even touched his smoothie? She'd been too eager, too impatient to let him take the mixture before she gave into her own desires.

But then Amy saw a wicked grin crack through Matt's empty expression. He gazed across at Amy with a calculating look. "That's going to make you fat..." he noted, seeing the ice cream that surrounded her face. He stepped forward and wiped around her mouth and puffy cheeks with his thumb, before he silently urged her to lick it off.

"You promise?" she countered, taking her husband's hand and cupping a roll of her fat stomach with it. She watched his jaw drop with delight as she jiggled her flab in-front of him. Her gaze dropped to his crotch, seeing the thick outline of his hardness there. She now had him exactly where she wanted him.

Matt removed his shirt hastily and grabbed the spoon ready to feed his wife up, as if no time had been lost at all in the intervening months.

"No need for that..." Amy smiled, taking the tub of ice cream and pouring it down her throat like a shake, continuing to jiggle her own belly fat.

Amy laughed at how dumbfounded Matt looked at the sight of her embracing her appetite. She took his hands and whispered for him to get down on his knees. Then she pressed his admiring face deep into her flabby stomach, where he eagerly set to work kissing and enjoying it.

"You're so beautiful!" Matt breathed. "All that ice cream is making you so, so fat..."

Amy stood over him smiling proudly and parted her thick legs a little. "Show me how much you love me..." she ordered, pushing her husband's head down between her blubbery thighs. Her head fell back in ecstasy and she breathed deeply as waves of pleasure pulsed through her body. Finally able to concentrate, she picked up Matt's cell phone from the top of the counter and opened the app that she wanted. "I'm ordering some extra cheesy pizzas on your account," she grinned; expertly navigating the app like a professional. Matt slipped his tongue in ever deeper in approval of the idea.

Amy smiled broadly, knowing that her pizzas were on the way. Her horny husband was on his knees crouched between her legs, trying his best to please her. That was when Amy knew that she would never regret a thing - ever again.