chapter 3

She knew she was gaining but this physical change was much more than she would have expected for such a short period of time. "I'm getting fatter faster". She said flatly. As much as she hated feeling like such a fat, unhealthy pig, a happy and feverishly excited thought occurred to her. "Well at least this will be over faster then", and with that a light bulb went on. She absolutely hating the feeling of ruining her perfect body and getting so big and heavy, but if she made an effort to gain weight even faster this whole stunt could be over faster and then she could claim the fame she "deserved". She wished she could have disagreed with herself but her practical mind won. Get it over with faster and return to normal faster. Having worked out for most of her adult life, she was fully aware of the techniques deployed by guys looking to bulk up quickly as they built muscle. So that day, as much as she hated to, she ordered Gary to start adding weight gain drinks to her diet. She wished there was another way but didn't believe there was. She wanted to be famous and there was nothing that would get in her way. Against her better judgement she began demanding more food from Gary as well as the shakes. She now saw it as a personal mission to finish everything he cooked, even if it took her all night. Initially Gary struggled to keep up with her increase, so he hired a second chef to greatly increase the portion sizes. Gary had loved being in charge of her appetite and having power over her after so many years of abuse. He saw her change of tact as a personal challenge and an attempt for her to regain control again. He didn't want this, and made it his personal mission to make too much food for her to eat at every meal.

Rachael saw that he was doing this and it infuriated her. She had enjoyed a few, fleeting days of control. Even though it was over how much food she ate, she had enjoyed it. For a few months now she had felt powerless and outside of herself. She had a very controlling nature and hated being at the mercy of other people. So to get a small amount of control back, what ever the purpose, was what she wanted. "If he thinks he's going to out do me, he's got another think coming". So she pushed herself as far as she could, determined to meet his challenge at every meal.She didn't even give a second thought to the side effects of eating so much more, she was determined to show him who's boss. And so they went, back and forth. Her sometimes beating him, and him sometimes beating her, neither willing to back down, and Rachael only getting fatter.

After just a few weeks her body was changing even faster. Even her baggiest stretch pants were quickly shrinking as her body filled them up. Her quickly dwindling collection of fitting clothes were reduced to nothing but stretch pants and baggy t-shirts. She had honestly been too caught up in beating Gary to notice how few of her pants fit her and the physical reality of why. She had ignored every tightening pair of trousers, simply wearing a bigger pair. She had dismissed her t-shirts that now dug in on the arms and rolled up around the waist as there simply wasn't enough material to cover the flabby expanse growing there. She knew the weight gain was accelerating, but had lost a lot of perspective in her will to dominate Gary. She hadn't even weighed herself in weeks. But one day, as she lay on her sofa, her stomach struggling to make room for the latest banquet she had just ingested, reality came a knocking.

She was clad in pink stretch (stretched haha)pants and just about had a grey t-shirt on. She was sat in what had now become her favourite spot to recover from Gary's feasts, flicking through tv channels and settling into her usual evening lull when she spied something in the corner of her eye. On the coffee table she was resting her legs on, between her feet sat a plate, piled high with chocolate filled doughnuts. "the sneaky git", she whispered under her breath. Gary had snook it in earlier when she had gone to the ladies room. She honestly felt stuffed to the gills with all Gary's good eating sloshing around in her distended belly. But a challenge was a challenge. She plonked her remote down than tried to sit forward with her legs still on the coffee table. Rachael had always been very flexible and would have thought nothing of this simple movement a few months ago, but things were very different now. In the past few weeks Rachael had been so busy competing with Gary she hadn't really noticed how much heavier and bigger she had gotten, and she simply wasn't physically prepared to deal with all the extra weight. She should have been up in seconds but founds herself lay back on the sofa, as if held down by an invisible force. The amount of effort she once used to sit on the sofa barely moved her, she tried a few more times but felt like she was stuck to the sofa. What she did begin to notice was just how much jiggling around her body made after each attempt to right herself and how breathless it was making her.

It wasn't that Rachael was dumb, she just had no idea of the difficulties that present themselves as people rapidly gain weight. She realized there was no way she could sit using what remained of her stomach muscles alone. She used her arms to push against the back of the sofa and slowly raised herself forward. Fear began to trickle into her mind now as as her arms shook with the strain and effort of moving her. It was beginning to dawn on her just how hard it was for her to do something as simple as sitting up. If she had had an empty stomach, it wouldn't have been half as bad. But with her belly so packed solidly full of food and her exhaustion from the marathon nature of the meal, She had a real struggle ahead of her. Rachael's belly was now a thing of beauty. It had grown a large, doughy fold that hung over her pussy when she was standing and covered it completely when she was sitting. It hung over over the whole way around, joining her big juicy hips. Her hips had grown wide and flabby with permanent folds that trailed away towards her belly button. She had folds all up her sides which joined the thick back fat that drooped and wobbled as she moved. Topping all of this of were her breasts, each one now many times bigger, filling up what remained of her t-shirt and straining to be free. Despite their size, they were still very shapely and round and sagged less than they should. Her thighs had gone to seed. Previously toned, fatty goodness now covered each one burying her legs beyond recognition. They spread like jelly(jelo for the yanks) across the sofa, wobbling from the effort of her exertions. At the base of each thigh now sat two growing mounds of rippling fat. Each buttock positively bulged with fat from the inactivity of late and worked as a counter weight as she leaned forward. All these elements now worked against Rachael. All topped by a belly that now sat like an obstacle on Rachael thighs, between her and the doughnuts.

Further and further she pushed herself closer to her goal. As she rose her belly Squashed against her meaty thighs which were still propped up on the table. folds appeared in a network of lines as her belly fat struggled to find space. With one arm pushing on the sofa and one arm reaching up she inched closer towards the plate. She was going to get and eat every last one of them doughnuts, nothing could stop her now. Not even her clothes. Already stretched to their limit her pants were now finally giving in to the fact that her body was simply big big to fit in them. Her belly pulled the front of her pants down, her thighs strained the limits of the fabric as the belly pushed them further apart. And her buttocks bulged and heaved as the fabric finally began to give way. She heard the first ripping noise coming from behind her as she sat up more and more. It wasn't a dramatic ripping. With each slow movement, more fabric gave way. Now her thighs began to gently tear free as the stitching slowly ripped and soft flab oozed out. under her belly, buried by her luscious shelf of fat, she could feel the material of her pants succumbing to the force being exerted on it. She felt a sudden dull rip from somewhere between her legs and her belly jutted forward as it partially ripped free. "the pants are holding me back!", She thought. Scared at the reality of if but excited that she had found a way to reach the doughnuts, She pushed her belly out and breathed in sharply. The change was almost instant. Before she could change her mind she felt the last scraps of her pants gave way under the weight of her belly. Like water bursting a damb her belly lunged forward with an eruption of ripping sounds and spent elastic. Her thighs and bottom also ripped free from their prison and spread noticeably further across the sofa. "FINALLY!" she shouted clasping her hand onto the plate. She quickly extricated her thighs off the table, barely noticing the scraps of her pants. Her previous meal forgotten, she feverishly she stuffed doughnut after doughnut into her mouth. She was lost in the simplicity of her desires. Beat Gary, eat food had become her mantra, a mantra that was ruining her. Even though she felt ill she wasn't stopping. "Could I stop if i wanted?" She thought hazily as the plateful of doughnut reached its end. Before she'd even had time to ponder the thought she set upon the last doughnut, auto pilot helping her devour it. She was busy chewing the last mouth full when she caught a glance of herself in a mirror and froze.