Worth the weight.

chapter 3

He must of still looked perplexed the next morning because she asked what was wrong. He decided that it woukd change his predicament, so he hold her how he had finally figured out time travel a couple months ago and how used it to see how they were going and how she seemed to gain weight no matter what he did. she told him everything was going to be alright and that if they were still together than it means he must of gotten over it or forgotten. "but doesnt it concern you that you wont always be as healthy as you are now?" "a little, but it doesnt really matter. besides, after a certain age being fit kind of looks wrong, like your sundried or something".

A couple weeks past and things seemed to be better. She works out everynow and again which is interesting and he feels at peace. But. He wants to make sure. After shes asleep he goes to his office. He goes into the future. One last time for this reason. He goes down stairs to see, her leaned into the frigde ans her plumbers crack is greeting him out of her tight untighed sweat pants. "baby do you know whe-" she stops as she turns around. God shes fat. Shes in a tshirt thats much to small for her. She smiles and the crease of her double chin grows wider.
"your past you arent you?" she says. Hes shocked, she knows?
"you are"
She grabs the tall energy drink from the fridge and walks up to him. She grabs his hand and puts it against her large, bloated gut. "this shirt is an extra large and I grew out of it at least 3 months ago. Even than my under belly was feeling the breeze" His hands feeling her girth. How could all of this be her? "the underwear im wearing is so small I use it as a g string. And so tight I dont really have a choice. I often where clothes too small for me around the house. It make me look really overweight. And reminds me how far ive let myself go. I cant really control my eating anymore. I make sure to make to be sickely full before I stop eating. I avoid anything healthy. Cant risk wasting a change to grow fatter or become a little more unhealthy." She opens the can drinks as much as she can. "mm ive never really liked thesw but god are they bad for you and make me so gas-y. so I make sure to have a couple with every meal" she takes another large gulp before letting her mouth be in full view as she burps "and few between meals just to be on the safe side. Though most of the things i eat or drink really help me to burp or fart or just sweat a lot. Well, its good to be certain." she takes a moment to scrounch up her face before farting "ah. I cant tell if that was the first, or second burrito. Actually it may of been the big mac with chips and a sunday before both of them. I do that a lot. Just letting the gas come out of my body -at either end of course- and trying to name what it is." she finishes the can and grabs another "what else. I dont use deodorant, I want know when my body is trying to loose weight for me. Just so I know to eat more later. Like I dont already over eat. Its fun to see the sweat stain my shirts and pants. I rarely shave. ive been constipated for over a week several times. And being me, I made sure not waste the chance to completely over pack my struggling body. All that food just sat in me probably adding more pounds to my already fattening body. I once at nothing but pizza for a week got me up 12 pounds and out of a pair of jeans thank god. They were just getting too tight around my growing body. I puff up the stairs and they creak under my weight. And the best part is-" she pounded her chest as she burpes again. He was now feeling her soft arms "-youve gotten used to me. It wasnt even that hard. I just eased in to letting completely go of my body. I mean completely" she said slowly shook her heavy gut "god I am hungry all the time. Sometimes ill take a break during sex to go snack for a bit. You play along and punishing me for putting my gut first. Making me wait even longer before cumming. You actually once forced me to wait days before cumming. Told me if I value food over cumming I should eat something everytime I really want to. So they became a habit. Acrually from that you once got me really horny than gave me a meal and told me to imagine us fuciing everytime took a bitw of something" He looked shocked all through this feeling how hairy, how sweaty, how smelly, just how fat she had gotten. And she was proud of it? "you dont seem to get it" she said with a smug grin on her face. "you went to the future and got concerned about probably a 10 pound gain that happened over two year." she turned around and wrapped his arms around her stomach. "you decided that I needed to stay thin and only talked to me after you failed make me so." She paused to let out a burp. "so I figured. The best way to treate this, to show your complete lack of control over the future and to prove to both of us that it wouldnt destroy our relationship. Was to become embarrassingly slobberish. And god am I embarrassing. I made sure to start gaining between vists to our familes. I make reference to how much ive gained and how much I eat to who ever may of brought up something relating to that. Im often holding in farts when I can. I always order a little too much and offer to finish yours. I wait a little too long before buying clothes in a new size. I am a slob. And this-" she grabbed his hand and pressed it into her body "-is what you get for trying to control my will. I use to be so healthy and fit. I groomed and ate small amounts of food. Now i pant up stairs, I rub my stom -sorry- my fat gut when im not constantly full, my body hair is grown wild, I dont care what I eat as long as its a lot. You tried another time to stop me by only supplying me with fiber bars. But I just got constipated and kept eating them. I can remember when tea was my desert. Last night it was a couple 24 pack boxes of doughnuts. I am a slob. Actually, I am your slob. So fat and greasy and its pretty fair to say its your fault. How does it feel. You could of waited 2 years and than helped me loose a little weight. But now you have me. Someone who celebrated growing out of all their original wardrobe by going to couple buffets for a week." she went over to the counter, turned and leant against it and started rubbing her belly. He looked at her in complete shock and horror. What could he do. She scrunched her face, farted before getting up sort if grabbing her butt. "if you dont mind. Ive been backed up for 3 days and I think im about to let out what refused to come sweat gas or fat." and with that she went off to the bathroom sort of waddling keeping her legs apart " a shame I dont have some butt muscle. Or just a fitter body" he heard her say around the corner. He walkee back up stairs. Back to the time machine. He felt so depressed.