chapter 8

“It’s your turn sweetie” informed Andrew, alerting his partner to her immediate task. She however had her attention firmly fixed on finishing her banana split. Her newly doubled chin jiggled as she turned her gaze to meet Andrew’s, wiping away the remnants of her latest heaped spoonful from her lips.

She reached out her hand, now needing Andrew’s help to haul her 320lb frame from her seat and made her way to the lane. Andrew couldn’t help but stare at how Ellen’s frame had all but been swallowed up by fatty hanging flesh as she deliberated her newest problem.

“Erm... honey?”

Andrew delighted at how easily she was falling into the habit of calling each other pet names.

“Yes sweetie?” he answered

“I can’t seem to get my fingers into my ball” she stated matter-of-factly



Andrew studied Ellen closely, this was another make or break moment in the grand scheme of whether or not his plan would succeed, would she accept this new development as the norm or would she come to her senses, shattering the illusion before it could take hold. With only 4 frames left until the spell was complete, he anxiously awaited her next words.

“Could you grab me the next size up? I must be retaining water again.”

Andrew mentally sighed with relief “Of course I will, maybe I can drop your ball in for re-drilling on the way out, this seems to be happening more often these days.”

“That’s so nice of you!” smiled Ellen as she took the heavier ball from Andrew, her fingers easily sliding into the bigger holes. In fact, the ball was a few sizes up, Andrew didn’t want to have to deal with this problem again.

He watched on as she readied her strike, where her approach had previously reminded him of the grace of a swan, her new technique was burdened by her enlarged size, she now waddled towards the foul line and swung her ball heavily with her now meaty arm.

To the surprise of no-one, her hampered style had no impact on her bowling skill, racking up yet another strike. This time Andrew watched on as the latest 30lbs added themselves to Ellen’s frame. He was captivated as her massive belly finally surpassed her breasts, swelling in the confines of his super stretchy sweatpants.

“You’re coming along great sweetie; you’re coming along great”