chapter 6 - weakness

Sam came home Friday night to a quiet house. The lights were low and the only sound was the steady hum of the refrigerator. He glanced at his watch and smiled, just past 9:30. She never went to bed this early. That could only mean one thing.

A single pink box sat discarded on the kitchen table, the other hung halfway off the edge of the counter. Crumbs dotted the counter landscape along with the occasional paper baking cup. Sam couldn’t help but chuckle as he placed his school bag in a nearby kitchen chair. He’d worried this might actually be a challenge and her willpower might stand strong, but now, as he wiped the counter down and tidied up he knew better. This was going to be all too easy.

He wasn’t going to rush it though. No. He was going to take this slow and patient. Victory by precision. He just had to have the right mentality. He wanted nothing more then to run upstairs right now, and see just how much his pig had grown. He could picture her stuffed in bed, trying to stay awake for him even as the the encroaching food coma made it more and more difficult to keep her eyes open. Her hands slowly running over her new curves. God, he loved the buildup. He went to take a shower.

When he at last climbed the stairs and peaked into their bedroom he couldn’t help but let out a soft gasp. Josephine lay splayed on the bed. Her pants were still on, but were unbuttoned and down to her knees. Her scarlet panties contrasted starkly with the paleness of her skin. Her sizable gut rose like a small mountain into the air. She looked ready to pop. If he hadn’t known better he’d have thought she was pregnant. The few stretchmarks he had become acquainted with on the lower portion of her stuffed belly were bright red. The sphere rose and fell with the rhythm of her breathing. There was no doubt she was asleep.

He sat down on the edge of the bed. One hand drifting gently up one of her plump thighs. He worked one hooked finger into the waistband of her panties. They were so tight on her. These wouldn’t last another month with the plans he had. Hell, I’ll have your fat ass ripping these seams in a week at this pace. He’d have to get her a bigger size tomorrow. He traced up the curve of her swollen gut and lingered briefly on her shallow belly button. God, she was fucking huge. All those cupcakes. Every last one. He delicately pressed inward at the peak of her belly and quickly met resistance. There was barely any give. She stirred at this, a slight grimace moving quickly across her soft face.

Her shirt had risen up her large belly and the bottom of her large breasts peaked out from the bottom. They’d gotten so much bigger too. At this rate she’d have to go bra shopping soon. He admired her there. A slight smile on his lips as he watched her breath and listened to the various noises of her packed belly.

Sam was distracted when he heard Josephine’s phone buzz next to him on the nightstand. She groaned at the sound and rolled to her side facing him. Her gut giving out an angry gurgle as it settled and expanding into its new spot. She subconsciously rubbed it. Eyes closed, still asleep. The text was from Meghan:

“Hey Sweetie! Stationary bikes tomorrow! Don’t forget your gym shorts. Combined we’ve lost a ton of calories this week - check your app! C U in the morning.”

No. I’m willing to bet my piggy put on enough calories for both of you and if you think she’s going to be able to fit into those gym shorts in a couple of weeks you really are underestimating me. In her sleep, Josephine let out a small burp.

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