chapter 3

From that point on, our relationship became less formal. Once we started having sex, I could afford to be more forward. I always rubbed her belly after meals and started feeding her more and more. Subsequently, she started putting on weight at an quicker pace. She’d spend the night at my place, where I made sure she was well fed until she fell asleep. We’d have breakfast together, starting her day off with a gorging session. She’d waddle into the restaurant behind me, getting slightly winded on her walk from the parking lot to my office. We kept at this pattern for awhile. The longer it went, the more obvious it became that Sasha was no longer fit for office life. She was literally outgrowing it. Her ass spilled over the side of her chair to the point I had to buy a second one to put beside it, and even that was reaching its limits. Between her wide hips and bulging belly, she was too wide for the futon. She had tripled in size since she started working for me, though that might’ve been selling it short. The past two years had left her completely unrecognizable.

Her hair had grown long and unkempt, unbothered you focus on maintenance when she could be eating instead, the natural grease enough to hold down her curls. Puffy cheeks and a double chin slowly swallowing what remained of her thick neck. Her nose and eyes looked smaller in comparison, while her lips seemed fuller, seemingly growing plumper in an evolutionary effort to wrap themselves around larger portions of foods. Her arms were soft and had a slight flap to them, shaking as she used them to tear into another meal, capped off with fingers increasing in girth and decreasing in dexterity. She mostly ate with her hands, but I often wondered if she could still properly grasp silverware, though never bothered to test the theory. I loved seeing her messily shove handfuls of everything from French fries to spaghetti into her face.

I loved her breasts. They had blown up to the size of my head before they started to hang down. Since she stopped wearing bras, it was only a matter of time until gravity left its mark. They still held some of their shape, but had been a far cry from the pert little things you could barely make out under her uniform. The weight without a bra wasn’t too bad on her blubbery back, as they had a built-in support structure under them in the form of her gut. The heavy pile of flesh was truly the highlight of her figure. The first thing people noticed when she shuffled into a room. Far gone was the flat tummy she had when I approved her application. Now, it encompassed her body; fitting as her stomach now dominated so much of her life.

The amount of food she could stuff into herself now was astronomical. There were no longer breaks in her eating, as she made the work day one long binge session. I could barely get her in the car to go home at the end of the day. I would usually wait until everyone left to avoid any unneeded embarrassment. It’s not easy getting a 400 lb blimp into the back seat of a Mazda. She didn’t help much either. Once she had the green light to let herself go, she went whole hog with it (with constant encouragement and enabling from me of course). The only exercise she got those days was walking to the office, the bedroom, the bathroom, and the kitchen. She was somehow more out of shape than even other people her size. Her body was only made to do three things: eat, get fatter, and fuck (and even that one was growing increasingly difficult).

I made the executive decision to not bring her into work anymore. She didn’t care, content to watch tv and clear out my fridge instead. As a result, my grocery bill skyrocketed. No longer having large quantities of free food around, I had to actually start paying for her meals and Jesus did her appetite rack up a big bill. Since she was too big to do much on her own, I hired someone to take care of her while I was at work. Courtney was a great hand to have around the house, as Sasha no longer had to leave the bed for anything.

The two of us officially got married soon after she lost the ability to walk on her own. As a result, we had to have the ceremony at home in our bedroom. But despite everything, I couldn’t be more happy to call this obese, immobile pig of a woman my bride.

Nine months later, we had our first child. We didn’t even know she was pregnant. She’s mentioned wanting to lose weight so she could be a more active mother, but those thoughts quickly go away once I got more food in her. She couldn’t lose a pound if she wanted too and I wouldn’t have it any other way. She has no willpower. No control. Exactly how I like it. I’m going to keep making her bigger until she’s the fattest woman in the world and then keep going after that whether she likes it or not. Her appetite is insatiable and so is mine.