chapter 3 - weight progress

“Okay, Kate. It’s been just under a month now, so we should see some significant progress to motivate you. Let’s measure you…” Mohammed said quietly, looking Kate up and down and licking his lips.

Kate had no idea what to expect. Each day after their sessions, she had given in to an overwhelming urge to stuff herself to the point that she felt she might burst. She even moaned as she scarfed her fatty cheeseburgers down. The time in the gym must be fuelling this appetite, Mohammed had been working her so hard. She had eaten like this before when she was more active and exercising, so she knew her post-gym snacking would hardly make a dent in her efforts to become less of a fatty. Her clothing day to day was still tight, but plumping up had made it that way for a little while now. She was going to back to normal in no time, she was sure.


She had been blessed with such a fast metabolism, and her daily workouts with Mohammed had surely jumpstarted it again. Kate had built up a bit more stamina to complete their activities, and was getting used to ignoring other clients snickering behind their hands as she wobbled up and down. They wouldn’t be laughing for long! Kate ended every activity they completed panting so hard and dripping with sweat. She couldn’t wait to see her efforts pay off.


Kate barely registered the results as she saw her weight was now 167lbs and that she bore a waist of 33 inches. She had reached 32% body fat.


Mohammed held her hands, his gorgeous green eyes focussed on hers.


“Kate. You have become obese,” he said gently.


“C-could it be muscle growth?”


“No, Kate. Some people are just destined to become fat pigs.”


Kate hung her gaze and stifled a sob. Mohammed slipped a finger under her established double chin, carefully coaxing her to look up at him.


“I want you to come to this address in an hour’s time,” he whispered softly.


Kate nodded solemnly, although she had no idea where it was or what she would do for that hour. Well, she pretended that she didn’t know…of course, she absolutely needed to stuff her greedy face right now.


She arrived at an apartment block just over an hour later, as she had pushed herself to get her 15th cheeseburger down, leaning back to relish in her fat and sugar highs. She stuffed down how horny she was like she’d stuffed down those burgers. Kate was bloated and heavy, but didn’t care, she felt so calm and contented. She stifled a belch as she rang the intercom bell.


Mohammed buzzed her up. As he opened the door, and silently motioned her in and toward a chair that had straps on it. Now that she had become obese, did she have to be measured with a special device? The idea of this made her blush, as she placidly sat in the chair and let Mohammed almost affectionately fastened the straps around her wrists and ankles. Lastly he ran his hands down her chubby sides, fastening a strap around her bloated belly. Kate gasped, as he pulled it just a little too tight, causing her fat to spill out both above and below it.

“Mmm, I should have noticed earlier just how fat you are now…” cooed Mohammed, running a finger down her front where she was bulging out.