chapter 4

"I saw how you were getting excited just by looking at her," Tanya said to me, but she was watching her fat girlfriend sleeping on the sofa. It was spring, getting pretty warm, and Emma was close to 380 pounds.
I tried to hide my panic.

"No…", I started.

"It's fine," Tanya turned, placing her hand on my knee, "You have two eyes and a dick, and she is super hot.” She smiled. But it was a cold smile. "But I'm warning you, don't get too attached. I love her as my girlfriend and my feedee. She's what she is because of me, and I'm going to fatten her until she says it’s enough. Not you. Me. You had a chance to fatten her back then and you didn't take it. You're a hired help and you get some really fair compensation," she patted my leg, "but it could change if you piss me off."

I was looking for the right words. "I am just excited that she is happy with you. That's all. I have no other feelings for her," I lied.
I tried not to think about last night when I sat on my bed listening to their giggles through the wall and jerking while imagining being with Emma. And in my head she looked at me with those hungry eyes, whispering, "Make me fatter, Josh. I want to get so fat for you. I want to be your fat girl..."

"Sure," Tanya interrupted my thoughts.

"You know I get excited by looking at you and there's nothing between us, right?" I lied once again.
Although I lusted for Emma, Tanya could squeeze my brain out in a blink of an eye and I would do anything at that moment. I was right to have doubts about this arrangement. I knew it would mess with my head and it did. I should have listened to my brain, not my dick. Now, it was too late, I was falling for both of them.

"Fair enough," Tanya said. "I am just overreacting. I've been burned a few times and I get a bit jumpy when things go right. Josh, you are a good boy, but I think you need a girlfriend. Would you like a blow job before you go to bed?” She tapped her finger on my thigh.

Tanya strangely viewed sex the same way she viewed any other daily activities, like flossing, for example.  She would openly discuss it, even in public if Emma wasn't there to stop her. She was oblivious to the fact that some people might find it a little bit odd. 

“I wonder how this will feel inside me,” she would say to the cashier, holding a weirdly shaped cosmetics bottle. “Have you ever tried it?”
In the same tone she would ask Emma, “Do you want me to paint your toenails?” she would then ask me: “Do you want a blow job?” 
We couldn't do either of those things on our own, so it was only logical she would ask. That’s what roommates do. 

"No thanks. I am tired." I lied for the third time.

So many lies. That night, I couldn't sleep, thinking about my situation. I was living with two hot girls, having sex at any time, and the only condition was that I don't get emotionally attached. Most men would consider this a heaven.
I do need to get my act together. I do need a girlfriend, Tanya was right.

The next day, I came home early from work. Tanya was still at the Bloom and Emma was finishing up work on her computer.

"Hey Josh, I'd like to get an ice cream,” she said from the kitchen.

"They are in the freezer," I replied from the bathroom.

"No, they aren't."

"I saw yesterday Tanya bringing a few. The big ones."

"I am not saying she didn't. I am saying, there is none left."

I peeked from the bathroom door, confused. I saw Emma's round face grinning from the chair as she looked innocently at me. She was only in her bra. Three huge empty ice cream containers were neatly stacked next to her computer.
How was I supposed to function with all of this going on every day?

"I really want more ice cream, but I am not sure what kind," she blinked. “Let me put on some clothes."

After Emma finally managed to zip her last month's shorts under her belly, laying on her back and yanking the zipper, she realized the shorts were so tight that she couldn't stand up. I helped her get up, staring at the large naked belly hiding the shorts from the front view. Her thighs were just too wide and the short's bottom cut into her fat legs like a wire. She pulled a shirt over her top, but it barely covered her belly button.

"Perfect," she said looking into a mirror. The view gave me an instant hard-on. This was going to be great, I thought sarcastically.

She could barely walk in those tight shorts, with her hanging belly swinging from side to side with every step throwing her out of balance around the corners. But she seemed to be okay with it. I wasn't. I awkwardly followed her through the building to the exit, clutching a bag in front of my jeans. Maybe I should walk first. I was not going to get very far looking at those swaying hips.

"Wait for me, I can't walk that fast,” Emma yelled. “And why do you carry that stupid bag? Ahh, I see. Josh Jr. is a little excited. What if I do this?" She swung her half-naked belly from back to front, slamming it into her thighs with a slapping sound. "Did your issue get resolved?" she asked, looking at me with a playful smile.

Maybe if I had taken Tanya's blow job offer yesterday, I would be able to focus today. I stared at the happy chubby face of my ex-girlfriend stuffed in the red shirt that now rolled up almost to her breasts. Or maybe not.
I wasn’t even sure if they would let us into the supermarket. Emma was borderline naked.

The fresh air made everything easier, and soon we were walking through the supermarket door. To be more precise, walking and waddling.

"Oh, I love these!" Emma added a tray of cupcakes to the shopping cart. "And these are my favorite." She took a box of filled donuts. "Just after I have one of these," she said, placing two pies into the cart.
We were not even close to the ice cream section, yet the cart was already half full.

"Hi, Josh."

I turned around. A girl I've seen a few times at work waved at me. I could not recall her name. Amanda or Anna from the fifth floor. She was thin and cute, but she wasn't my type. In my peripheral vision, I saw Emma waddling to the cart with more boxes, her belly swinging and her butt bumping against the shelves and other carts.

“Are you preparing for a zombie apocalypse?" the girl smiled and pointed at the shopping cart.

I opened my mouth just as Emma appeared and started loading the cart with two boxes of chocolate-filled croissants.
Amanda or Anna froze, her blue eyes widened like plates.

"That may be enough pastries for today," Emma pulled her shirt down to cover at least some of her naked belly. "Let's grab some ice cream and head home because I'm starving."

The girl from fifth stepped back, looking at me then at Emma, her mouth wide open.

"Who are you?" Emma asked, frowning at the startled girl.

"Hailey?" the girl said, ending her voice like a question.

Hailey. I totally knew there was an A in her name somewhere.

"You don't seem to be very sure," Emma said while looking around to see if there was anything else she should add to the cart.

“I am sure.” Hailey pulled herself together, after the initial shock. "Are you Josh's girlfriend?"

Emma looked at the girl, then at me, quite amused. "No Hailey, I'm his ex-girlfriend. We broke up a long time ago. He's just helping me to get fat for my girlfriend."

Hailey's jaw dropped to the floor at the last sentence. She looked at me with her wide eyes, trying to figure out if it was a joke. She found the answer somehow because she didn’t laugh.
"I have to go," she said in a thin voice. She practically ran away, then stopped, turned, held her hand out awkwardly in the air in some weird waving motion, and vanished.
There goes another person at work who will never speak to me again.

I followed Emma’s waddle to the ice cream freezers.

"You know," she spoke from the freezer while pulling a pistachio ice cream. Her butt was actually wider than the freezer door. “You should have asked her for a number, she was totally into you."

"Not anymore, I suppose," I said.

Putting the ice cream container in my hands, Emma turned back for more.

"Trust me, she's probably even more into you now,” she said, her huge butt peeking from the freezer. "The look on that girl's face when she saw me was not a shock. It was jealousy." She put another ice cream container in my hand. Chocolate almond this time.

“I see the same look on Tanya's face when she sees someone with a bigger girl than me in a bar. I love it. Tanya would then force-feed me until morning, telling me I had to become fatter than that other girl."