Chapter 27 - the last laugh

It had been so long now since the betrayal and yet, Jane thought of it every day. It was a part of her now, just as much as the love she had for Tommy. The two emotions of love and anger had joined forces and created the man that now stood before her; the large, blubbery fat boy that she could call her own. The effects were nothing less than transformative. Tommy’s previous high of over three hundred pounds, started to seem like a far, far distant memory; as the fat and blubber poured onto his body. A huge ring of lard framed his face and his neck had all but disappeared. Two large breast-like mounds sank lower each day and snuck under his armpits, with thick, pillowy arms; making Tommy appear broader than ever before.

Jane chuckled when she thought back to how everyone used to lust after Tommy’s cute, athletic butt; even her old friend Miriam, she smiled; briefly wondering what had happened to her. Now Tommy’s butt was a masterpiece of the care and attention that she had poured into her boyfriend: thick, wide and soft; far too large to be covered by the standard underwear sizes most stores sold. But buying pants was also getting to be a similar problem with the thickness of Tommy’s thighs these days. Shirts were not often required around the apartment, which was just as well. Through Jane’s jealous, furious love, Tommy had grown the largest, ball-like gut that she had seen in many years. In recent weeks, it had started to sink lower and lower by the weight of it all, making her feel a sense of calm and satisfaction.

No matter how far Jane pushed him, Tommy never argued back. Even when his largest shirts and pants began to falter, Tommy remained ever in love and horny for his girlfriend; his jaws opened and his mouth watered ready to receive all that he was given.

Jane realised that she really didn’t have to worry about anyone breaking the spell she had over Tommy anymore. Who was going to come and release him now? Tommy was her boy, and only hers. No one could take him away from her. No one would ever want to.

And yet, the compulsion remained. It would never go away. Jane had to be sure…

“Open up fat boy…” she coaxed, sitting on Tommy’s knee and leaning over his massive gut, with a bowl filled with fresh custard. “It’s time to show me how much you love me again...”