Chapter 2 - the plan (2)

Coming out of the closet entirely wasn't an option to him. Feeding Tiffany outright would be too obvious as well, and difficult to explain. She would never go for it. Surely, Tiffany would never just sit around getting stuffed full of food and then fucked silly without putting two and two together. Getting her metabolism to slow down? Well, it might take years for that to happen and clearly making babies wasn't even doing the trick like it did with most women - he didn't really trust that just waiting out her body would produce the kind of results he was looking for. He could always encourage her to become more greedy and gluttonous, and he had made some good headway under the guise of good-natured nurturing of his pregnant wife, but between work and the kids the final nail in a feeder plan was that he didn't have a ton of time to ensure that his wife was overeating multiple times per day. What she needed was a change of environment. To be surrounded by fat people and food temptation wherever she went. To be immerset in fatness like a basket of fries entering the deep fryer. She needed to be pulled away from any "thinning" influences. She needed to develop a deep love and need for fattening foods. She needed to hang out exclusively with fat friends and around people larger than her so she never experienced that creeping feeling of self consciousness. He had a far-fetched plan that just might bring about the results he was looking for.

He began planting the idea shortly after their daughter was born. Tiffany had decided with their first kid to be a stay at home mom. They lived in a small home in a densely populated suburb outside of a major city, and while there were plenty of stuck up moms in the area to lightly socialize with, she didn't really like most of them or fit in with their uptight social cliques. The kids didn't have a lot of room to run around and play at the cramped homes, yards, and parks nearby. Going off this less than ideal circumstance, Chris brought up the topic of moving somewhere with more "space" with Tiffany. They had always planned on moving before too long from their starter home, so they started a discussion of where to look and what to look for. Chris, using all the finesse he could muster, proposed that it would be a lot nicer to raise their kids in a slightly more rural setting - away from the cities and dense population. It would certainly be nice to own a larger home for the price with a lot more land, rather than continue in their cramped little cookie-cutter or pay out the nose for a slightly bigger house in the same area since their local market was insane. Chris' career as an operations manager in a data center meant that there was a good chance he would be able to find work in most areas as well as probably pull in an above average income for said area. Tiffany wasn't sure of the idea at first, but couldn't help but agree that it would be nice for the kids to have a bigger yard to play in, and she figured maybe the small town or rural folks wherever they look couldn't be worse than the snobbish moms she currently had to contend with socially.

Tiffany asked Chris where exactly he had in mind. He was prepared for this and he had done his research in advance. A google search of the most obese states in the US left him with two choices which were tied for #1 overall: Mississippi and West Virginia. He weighed some pros and cons of each. Both areas were cheap relative to where they currently lived, had nice homes with ample land available at low prices, and job opportunities within commuting distance. Eventually he decided since he loved mountains, hiking, camping, etc. that West Virginia would be the perfect choice. At first, Tiffany was less than receptive to the idea. "West Virginia??" she exclaimed in a judgmental tone when Chris gave his first, and really only choice. "Why the heck would I want to move to West Virginia? Isn't it just a bunch of mountains full of hicks??" she asked, concern draped across her face. Chris assured her that those were just stereotypes, and plenty of nice people lived there, that the scenery was beautiful, the prices were low, some amazing homes were available, and that if she took a look she would fall in love with the idea. Tiffany didn't really believe him, but then again she had never felt particularly attached to where they currently lived. She trusted her husband, he was pretty smart and frequently right. She decided to entertain the idea. Chris showed her some of the options to explore online. There were pretty nice houses with beautiful views, twice the size of their current one and on multiple acres of land for roughly the same price. They could get a LOT more for their money and she couldn't argue with the natural beauty of the surroundings. Eventually she came around to the idea that it might not be the worst place to raise a family after all.

Following several weeks of discussion and convincing, Chris finally got Tiffany to agree to take a week and go house hunting as a family. He had hand picked some beautiful homes in some of the most obese counties in the entire country - some of the fattest people on average in the entire world. Speaking of averages, the rates for the places where they were looking were as high as 41-44%. The numbers for strictly adults and women were even more daunting. Roughly 75% of all adult women in West Virginia are obese. A whopping 25% of all total adults reportedly lived sedentary lives. After a few long days of open houses, inspecting properties, and thinking through their options they happened upon the perfect place. A recently restored beautiful older home in a valley straddled by some steep mountain ranges. Several acres of land, and just a handful of neighbors. They had seen a lot of nice houses which fit that bill, but what sealed the deal for Chris was what he saw on their way out after seeing the property. They drove up the road and passed by the home of the next door neighbors up the street. That's where out of the corner of his eye he spotted a woman who was probably around their age waddling to her SUV with a couple of tiny kids in tow. She must have weighed easily 350 pounds. From the road he could see her ass cheeks swaying against the loose and flowy dress she was wearing. He pointed out to Tiffany "see, next door you have a nice family with some little kids!" and mentioned how nice it would be for their children to have some friends nearby. Tiffany agreed, she loved the home and was excited at the prospect of having some nearby friends for her kids.

The third phase of Chris' plan had already been in motion for several months at that point. The impetus to speed up their house hunting was the fact that Tiffany was pregnant with baby number 3. Another boy this time, and one kid too many for their small home near the city. Their family was outgrowing their surroundings, and needed a place to expand. Chris found a job in a nearby town working in a low-cost hub for a major application server host that had recently shipped a data center to West Virginia to save on labor costs and rent/utilities. Though the job was at least in title a promotion for him, he was making about the same amount he had been making with his last company and probably had fewer chances of raises and advancement. This came however with a greatly reduced cost of living which meant that the overall savings would be subtantial. All of his ducks were in a row as they closed on the contract for their new home. As Chris watched his heavily pregnant wife waddling towards his car as he returned from a moving-day run into town to pick up dinner, he grinned and drifted off for just a moment, imagining what was to come.

A few days after they had moved in, Chris got Tiffany on her feet, and they made their way up the road to their nearest neighbors on either side of them to introduce themselves. Their one set of neighbors were an elderly couple who had been there for years, and were happy to see a young family moving to the area. They chatted for a few minutes at the front door and then said their goodbyes to go greet their other neighbors. As Tiffany waddled up to their other neighbors' front porch, Chris felt like he had butterflies fluttering around in his stomach. This was an important part of his plan - he really hoped that they might hit it off with this neighbor in particular. He crossed his fingers and then knocked on the door. For a moment they heard some muffled shuffling around, then a shout of "JUST A MINUTE!" in a thick West Virginian accent. About 30 seconds later some light thudding sent gentle little quakes pulsing outwards from inside of the house through the floor joists of the front porch. As it drew closer, the soft thuds turned to heavy booms, and the small quakes to a perceptable bounce.

The thudding paused momentarily "HOLD ON I'M ALMOST TH--THERE!" the voice cried out from behind the door. The thudding resumed for the last few brief steps, and then they heard the sound of the door handle being pressed.