chapter 3 -- the revelation

Derek was mortified. He woke to see his wife in his study, holding up his invention with a puzzled look on her face. He looked down and saw he had drooled over some important blueprints on his desk. The blueprints were labeled "Top Secret: The Belt Project."

Derek snagged the high-tech belt from his bewildered wife, scooped up the pages on his desk and stuffed them in his backpack.

"Uh, honey, this is, um, important work for a client," he said, failing to sound the least bit convincing. "I, uh, the client needs the project done as fast as possible, so, er, it's back to the lab for me!"

Derek bolted from the room, ran to his car, and peeled out of the driveway. Gina's mouth was still wide open in shock. An instant weight-gain belt? What kind of client would want that? Why would anyone need this?

The science seemed impossible to Gina. Is this what had been keeping Derek away? She started pacing back and forth in the kitchen. Maybe this was a tool for models, so that one model could wear all the different sizes of a particular outfit, like a swimsuit, in advertisements. That sounded crazy to Gina, but what was the alternative? She caught sight of her reflection in a mirror in the main hallway and walked up to it. She was wearing lacy lingerie and a sexy nightgown. Gina hoped it might spark something in Derek when he came to bed that night. Her hands caressed her breasts, then her fingertips felt her taut stomach. She poked at her firm ass.

They hadn't had sex in a month.

Gina looked at herself in the mirror. There was no way her body was the reason. Or was it? Gina wasn't fully sure what was happening with her husband -- or his invention. But she loved her husband, and she would try anything for Derek.

Meanwhile, Derek had parked his car a few blocks away. He had every intention of speeding to the laboratory, but then what? More tinkering? More working on the belt? It was a years-long project, and it was as close to perfect as it would ever be. If wasn't going to tell Gina about it now, when would he? He had to save his marriage. He had to come clean. He pictured Gina on their first date, wearing that tight dress. She was perfect. Then, almost subconsciously, he imagined her becoming more perfect. Her hips widening, her thick hands rubbing a stomach growing round like a beach ball, her breast overflowing from her top.

Derek's cock was getting hard. He took a deep breath, then turned the car around and drove home.