Chapter 15 - inadequate

Three years Jennifer had been working away at her new career; transforming her body, her lifestyle and their entire relationship. But she wasn’t the only one affected. Zach stood up and looked at himself in the mirror. Living with a celebrity chef was taking its toll on him.

Jennifer had always loved the contrast between their bodies and yet, looking at himself now, Zach could see that he was hardly keeping up his beloved physique. His flat stomach had softened and started to puff up like pastry. He turned sideways in the mirror and took a hand to his love handle, bouncing it up and down, sighing. They looked even worse this morning!

He peered round further, trying to get some sort of comprehension of how big his butt was looking. It was definitely softer; he could tell that just by feeling it: but it also looked considerably wider. He’d owned these underwear for less than a few months and now they looked to be digging in to him. He lifted the waistband slightly and saw the markings it had made on his body. With concern, he pressed at the fat in his cheeks and underneath his chin, as if he could push it back inside and stop it looking so apparent. As he did so, he caught sight of a slight fluttering of softness in his chest and could see now that even his pecs were taking on more fat than he had anticipated. When he sat dejectedly on the bed, the sight only became worse, with a tire of fat rolling around his stomach as he slouched. He’d been eating too much; he knew that.

Jennifer was large and sexy, whereas Zach just felt flabby; like he was getting jigglier by the day!

However, this wasn’t the only reason why he was so blue today. He was also feeling more insecure for another reason too. He’d just found a brand new fan website page for Jennifer. There were hundreds of men on there; some of them incredibly good looking. Many were even boasting that they were off to see her at the festival this weekend. The men admired her giant size and shape, revelling in the contrast between her early pictures and how she looked now. As he read more, he’d become even more alarmed, seeing how damn thirsty they were for her.

What would Jennifer do if one of these men tried to make a move in her this weekend? Would she go for it, knowing that all she had at home was some flabby, thirty-five year old, boring husband waiting for her?

“So, how was your trip?” Zach asked, racing downstairs as soon as he heard Jennifer’s car pull into the driveway.

Entering the house, Jennifer stretched her shoulders and yawned. “Exhausting! But also very fattening!” she winked.

“Were there many of your fans there?” Zach asked, trying to mask his concern with a tone of mere casual interest.

“Yeah,” Jennifer nodded. “A lot of the same ones tend to come to quite a few of my shows. I see their faces crop up again and again.”

“Do you chat to them?” Zach asked, not feeling at all comforted.

“Of course,” Jennifer nodded. “Anyway… I’m really sorry, but I need to take a nap,” she smiled, walking by, giving Zach the smallest peck on the cheek. “Wake me up before seven. I want to get some things out to defrost for tomorrow.”