Chapter 26 - the revenge

Tommy’s family came over from time to time, airing their displeasure at the life Tommy had supposedly chosen for himself. Jane had always shied away in the past. She’d allowed their comments to get to her; allowed Tommy to lose weight and, ultimately, allowed Tommy to get caught up in that situation where his ex-girlfriend had kissed him. Not anymore. Never again. She was done catering to what these people wanted. They were airheads; they were idiots. They didn’t have what it took to keep Tommy on a proper leash.

“I see you’ve been to the gym,” Arthur grumbled sarcastically, seeing the size of Tommy’s now monstrous gut; heavier and significantly more overfed than ever it had been in the past. “Aren’t you going to do something about that?” he complained, poking his son in the stomach.

“It’s this new job he’s got, working from home,” Jane explained, standing underneath Tommy’s huge arm, slung over her shoulder. She slipped her hand down and rubbed Tommy’s wide, protrusive rear; not caring whether she gave her boyfriend a boner, right there in front of his parents. “I come home and this greedy pig has been nibbling through everything in our cupboards!” she joked, enjoying the chance to wind Arthur up. “His tummy just keeps on getting bigger and bigger!” she chuckled, giving it playful, but undoubtedly proud pat.

“Then don’t fill up your cupboards full of junk food if you know he’s just going to eat it all!” Arthur replied, trying to remain pleasant, despite speaking through gritted teeth at Jane.

“Oh, no!” Jane laughed. “I don’t want him to go hungry, do I? What on earth would you think of me if I didn’t look after him? I could never look you in the face,” she breezed slyly.

Jane found plenty of ways to entertain herself when Tommy’s parents were there, fussing around Tommy and overfeeding him; knowing that Arthur didn’t really have the authority to question her here, in their own apartment. Best of all, she enjoyed leaving Tommy’s largest clothes around to dry by the window, allowing them both to see the enormous size of the pants, shirts and underwear their gluttonous boy now had to wear.

Arriving home with a large box of doughnuts later that day, Jane knew that Tommy’s health-conscious parents would never touch them, even when she offered them so freely. “I want all those doughnuts eaten before we go to bed tonight,” Jane whispered quietly to Tommy in the kitchen.

“All of them?” Tommy replied, his eyes wide. “My dad will go mad if he sees me eating doughnut after doughnut.”

Jane simply smiled and put her hand on Tommy’s huge tummy as she leaned in for a kiss. “Whose boy are you?” she teased, now stroking Tommy’s arm seductively. “Are you my boy? Or are you theirs?”

“I’m yours!” Tommy shot back immediately; a concern in his voice that he had ever made Jane question that. “You know I am!”

“Well then,” Jane nodded. “Get them all down tonight. And make sure that your dad sees you eating every single one!”

Tommy nodded. He always nodded. Because, no matter what, Jane could never forgive Arthur and his wife for their parts in the events that led up to Tommy’s betrayal. Now they could have the pleasure of seeing their son turn into the grotesque, enormous butter-ball that neither of them had ever wanted.