chapter 4

She was usually too reclined to see herself and had avoided mirrors in general for some time. To Rachael, it was like something out of a horror story. Gone was any sign of one of FHMs top 10 sexiest women. Sitting in her place was something very different from that. She stared transfixed, not daring to look down. Deep terror rushed through her as she realized just how much bigger she had gotten in her state of ignorance. Every feature looked dramatically changed. Fat, soft jiggling flab had invaded every part of her. It had covered every feature and rendered it unrecognizable. Looking at the image in the mirror there wasn't a single part of her that resembled the her that once was. It was as if her newly thickened form had appeared in surprise as she'd concentrated so hard in blocking it out. Still looking in the mirror she reached down to her belly. Instinctively, she reached to where her belly once was and her hands sunk into her fleshy sides. "Jesus!" She shouted and jumped feeling her body wobble and shake with the shock. Nausea washed over her as she guided her hands further forwards in the mirror until she finally reached the front of her belly. It felt like someone had stuck a big soft joke belly onto hers but it wasn't so. Feeling the mass it it now she sunk her fingers in, kneading the flab and squashing it between her fingers. It felt so surreal, like touching somebody else. Further down her hands reached, taking in the roundness and fullness of her belly. She reached the bottom of her belly now and realized with dull horror that her belly now sat firmly between hers thighs. "Jesus Christ", she whispered to herself, as she cupped and tried to lift her belly. Terror gripped her as she realized just how much effort it was requiring to do something that should have been so easy. The fat spread and sagged as she lifted her belly up creating different fold on her sides. She noticed now just how much her sides had filled out and were pushing against her arms. "this can't be real" she thought. mesmerized by the show in the mirror. Higher and higher her belly lifted until at last she released it and watched it crash back down, slapping her thighs and jiggling furiously. Every part of her wobbled with the tumult and Rachael now saw herself plainly.

"I've done it!", she thought. "I'm a real butterball now, Larry is bound to say I'm ready!" She wanted to be excited, but couldn't quite find the energy. The face staring back at her looked so scared and different. The eyes were the same, and the nose and hair. But the chubby flesh now sitting around these features was very different. Chocolate smeared, Chubby,dimpled cheeks now sat on top of a double chin. The certainty, the arrogance of those eyes was now replaced with worry and doubt. "will Larry say I'm big enough?" She thought as she slowly got off the sofa. The scraps of her pants fell to her feet leaving a shredded pink mess. As she walked to the bathroom she felt every part of her enlargement. Her thighs were rubbing down to her knees starting to get sore, her belly wobbling and bouncing uncontrollably with every movement. She flicked on the light as she entered and walked towards the scales. Gingerly she tapped her foot on it to turn it on then stepped up to receive her judgement. It felt like an eternity watching the digital display flash as it calculated how much every blubbery part of her weighed. She almost thought about not looking when it beeped to say it had a reading. Looking down now she saw the reading flashing up at her. 219 lbs (15 stone 9 lbs)the scales read. Stunned she stood there barely thinking. "I've put on 50 lbs in a few weeks!" she exclaimed. "I knew I'd gone into overload but this is ridiculous!" Part of her almost felt jubilant. She had made a challenge to herself to gain weight faster to reach her destiny and by god she had done it. She had hated every minute of it but now felt almost like giving herself a high five. She stood there for a few more minutes thinking about all the fame and glory awaiting her when she heard the front door slam. "Andy!" She said aloud. With out thinking she went straight to her room, jumped into bed and pulled her covers over her. Andy had been away for a few weeks so she was very apprehensive about letting him see her...development.

Andy was excited. From what Larry had told him over the phone Rachael had really packed on some serious weight recently and showed no signs of slowing down. "She eating like a fat girl now" Larry had mused over the phone. "I honestly think, if she doesn't slow down soon she won't be able to stop". Larry said these things to Andy like a friend warning of bad news but Andy took this news very differently. Knowing that his girlfriend's weight was ballooning without respite, increasing even, excited him. Knowing that she was doing it in a bid to become famous again without taking into account the true physical and psychological consequences the added weight would have on her, made him grin. He knew from what Larry had said that Rachael was heading towards a tipping point and he loved it. Unbeknownst to her Andy holds a hidden passion for the larger lady. In his youth he had always fantasized about women putting on monstrously large amounts of weight against their will until they were too fat and overwhelmed to resist. He had nurtured these fantasies for years until He'd gone to university. Sadly, real life got in the way and he understood that something like that could never have a place in the real world. So He'd pushed it down out of sight, slept with exclusively waifish women and concentrated on his career. Years later and now a famous photographer, he was always surrounded by skinny models. Their svelte forms filled his days and he learnt to love it. When he had suggested Rachael gain weight he had said it purely after looking at a magazine. It was only after wards, that night when he'd dreamt about making love to Rachael that it all came flooding back. In his dream Rachael was complaining about how much bigger she was getting and how much food she was eating. All this whilst steadily inflating with fat during their love making. She seemed oblivious to the weight that was amassing around her as they made love with her on top. Wider and wider she spread until her belly had reached his upper chest. Her backside had inflated to the point where it was resting past his knees and still growing. Fatter and fatter she got, smothering him and losing all semblance to a normal human being.

It was the sensation of suffocating under the mass of her in his dream that woke him abruptly and left him so aroused. He'd not felt arousal like this for many years and now all his wishes and hopes from the life he'd turned his back on returned in a flash. He wanted Rachael fat, the bigger the better. He wanted to ruin any chance of her ever regaining her figure, to push her past the tipping point into a cycle of greed and laziness that would eventually engulf her. But how to do it? He knew she'd never except the outright truth from him on the subject. She'd think him a freak and it would probably incentivise her to lose all the gorgeous weight and ultimately, lose him. No, he'd have to play a much clever game plan than that. She was fattening herself up now anyway without any encouragement from him. The best thing he could think of to do would be to slip into the background for a while, let her eat herself fat free from prying eyes. He had plenty of jobs that took him all over the world so being away would be easy. All he had to do was wait until she'd attained a nicely fattened figure that lent itself to gaining weight much more than losing it. Larry had been his confidant whilst he had been away and had surprised him when he'd explained his frustration at her becoming demanding in the kitchen. He'd even paid for the extra chef to ensure she gained as much weight as possible before his return. Andy had even been out clothes shopping for her after Larry had mentioned her state of affairs in relation to her clothes and how none of them fit her anymore. He'd got almost a whole wardrobe in the boot of his car of all different sizes of clothes and underwear. He wanted to make it so easy for her to just let go.

He'd even lied to Larry about her progress making out that she had only put on about a stone or so. Larry had been furious about this and had promised to call her the next day to hammer in how important this weight gain was to bringing her career back from oblivion. Now entering the house after a good few weeks he could barely hide his excitement. In the living room near the sofa was a pile of destroyed pants. Picking them up he stretched them out to get an idea of just how big she'd gotten. Barely able to contain his excitement he thought, "these were her biggest pair!!". He could scarestly contain his delight and had to wait a few minutes just to get himself under control. He had to clear his head, had to think. "If I go in there clearly as horny as a teenager over her fattened body she's going to know something is up. I want to go in there and be the one in charge, to be the one putting up with her oddness in this quest of hers". "she's bound to be feeling very self conscious and unattractive as she simply can't imagine anyone finding her attractive as she is. What this requires is the perfect gentleman". His plan was simple. He would act surprised at how big she'd gotten but also give her positive encouragement to show that his feeling for her were more than purely physical. He would play down how much weight she had gained and make her feel better within herself. He needed her to trust him, so he could "help" her reach her goal. He would need to help instill behavior in her that would make losing weight all the harder. He approached the bedroom door, took a deep breath, then went in.