chapter 3

July



Three months into my new job I was loving life, it was hard work for the first couple of weeks due to years of neglect, the garden alone took me 5 days straight to sort out but now the house is cleaned and the garden is tidy, it was just a matter of keeping on top of it, most days I spent my time sitting and chatting with Jennifer, often getting lost in conversation with her, sometimes we'd loose track of the time and talk until early hours of the morning and i'd end up sleeping in the one of the guest rooms. The guest rooms were twice the size of my bedsit so of course I never complained once. I opened up to her about my rough upbringing, how my parents were both drug addicts, well my father was until he was stabbed to death in prison. Jennifer told me how she also became so alone, turns out she was a successful singer back in the late 80's/early 90's having multiple hits making her millions, including a famous Christmas song which even to this day she gets paid a fortune every year. It was the fame and pressure which caused Jennifer to gain weight, she told me that she'd get home after a busy day recording and just binge on junk food, eventually the tabloids noticed her slight weight gain and they came down hard on her, forcing her to binge more and more. Eventually she ended up retiring early and excluding herself from the world but of course that didn't stop her from binge eating, she fell in love with food and the feeling of her belly being stuffed to the brim. At this point I never knew her exact weight but Little did I know I was about to.



Although I was 18 years old and Jennifer was 44, I felt deeply connected to her. She be the first person I thought about when I woke up and the last person I thought about when I fell asleep. I didn't know it at the time but I was falling in love with her. Sounds crazy that A young lad like myself could fall for someone 27 years older who is nearly immobilized by her own gluttony. Her eating habits was something I liked about her first, how she could pack away a meal big another for a family of 5 then giving me a certain look which only I knew that she wanted more. Then her laziness began to spark my interest, at first I was employed just to maintain the house but I soon become her care giver and food supplier, I was doing multiple runs to the shop every week and constantly stopping my task at hand to fix her whatever snack she ask for. I ended up seeing her everyday Monday to Friday for work then on the weekends just for her company.



I remember the first time I fantasized about her body, when I first started working for her she always be covered up, usually in a sweatpants and a large t-shirt with a giant purple dressing gown over the top but overtime she began wearing less and less, first the dressing down was removed, then her large t shirt got replaced for a snugger vest top, then her sweatpants got replaced with shorts, then eventually her vest was completely taken off and she's wear a bikini top she used as a bra to support her massive bosom and her shorts were also ditched completely, Jennifer would proudly strut around in front of me in her knickers. I thought about how her double belly hung to half way down her thighs and jiggled with every breath she took, I thought about slowly pulling her tight panties down and watching her dimpled ass spill out like rising dough. I thought about how her rolley thighs and shapeless ass were riddled with lumps and bumps, imperfections and cellulite spread across not just her legs but her entire body. I thought about how her boobs were so big that the bikini she wore strained on her neck, leaving a permanent red indent. The next thing I remember is a pool of cum rapidly cooling on my stomach and my hand dropping from my throbbing penis. I had just cummed over the thought of Jennifer, my morbidly obese employer.



I looked at her differently from that day on, everything she done seemed to turn me on and drive me crazy, even when she messily ate her meal and loudly belched after, even when she accidentally farted every time she attempted to get up from her fat ass. I needed to tell her how i felt about her but the words just wouldn't come out. I worried what would happen if I opened my heart to her and she rejected me, what if she thought something was wrong with me and never wanted to see me again? I couldn't take the risk, I just had to bottle up my feelings, until the night I'd never forget happened...