chapter 10 getting bigger

Fiona was very pleased with George's progress since starting him on the supplements. He had been putting weight on before, but now he really was absolutely piling it on! It had only been two months, but he had already outgrown one size of clothes and the next size was getting rather tight. He was now wearing a size 44, but he could do with a 46 or even a 48. When she eventually went shopping for him, she knew she would probably buy him trousers with a size 50 waist.
He had to be around the 20 stones mark now. He had big flabby upper arms, proper flabby breasts, his thighs rubbed together when he walked, his bum wobbled. His back often had to arch when he stood up to balance out the weight of his large belly.
She loved to see him resting after a big meal on the new reclining chair in the living room, perhaps asleep and snoring, with his too tight trousers loose and pulled down and his tee shirt riding up and his bare belly sticking up towards the ceiling. She liked to see him struggle to get his shirts and trousers buttoned up in the morning because that meant his clothes were getting even tighter and he was getting fatter.
If he wanted something to eat, she never refused him. Indeed, she preferred that the didn't have to ask. She bought him his own little side table and kept it stocked up with a variety of sweet and savoury snacks from nuts and crisps to chocolate bars and sweet treats. If she brought him food, he never refused it either. He might complain. He might say he'd already eaten enough. He might say he shouldn't eat any more, but then he would eat (or drink) everything she brought him and finished whatever was on his plate.
She did not want him to go without something to eat beside him - ever! If he was hungry, he needed to eat! His bedside table was stocked full of biscuits, crisps and sweets. She gave him his packed lunch in a carrier bag stuffed full of sandwiches, sharing bags of crisps, cakes, and chocolate bars.
Around the house he did not help her with any chores, any DIY, any shopping. That was the way she wanted it. She gladly ran around doing everything for him. The bonus was that she actually lost weight while he piled it on!
Weekends were no different. He simply sat in front of the telly, eating and sleeping his way through the day. He was not interested in joining any clubs or activities. He never had. Anyway, he did have a new hobby to keep him occupied - eating! and he liked to eat to excess.