chapter 2

Lucia moved in with you after a few months of dating. Your property just outside the city had plenty of land while not being too remote. She loved it, but was apprehensive about driving the nearly hour and a half to work every day. No worries, you assured her. You made enough money to support her doing nothing but leisurely hobbies all day and lounging around. Of course she loved this plan, and soon settled in to her new life as a stay at home girlfriend.

The fly was now in the spiders web.
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She never delved too deep into how you made your money, she figured it was finances or crypto. And technically, it was kindaaaaa like that.
It had been almost a year since you spotted her on the sidewalk, and now she was happier and much heavier.

“245 pounds! 245 pounds of fat! Jesus I knew I should have cut back. I got too comfortable, I need to be better. Better for you.” She stepped off the scale, dejected at her weight. She just knew you’d leave her, she had gone beyond “thicc” now, she was-
She was not expecting you to come behind her, your erection pressing into her backside. Kisses followed down her neck, while your strong hands held her close.

Following an extremely animalistic fuc*ing, she had seemingly forgotten her weight. You knew what you were doing. She can’t be upset if she’s in orgasmic bliss.

She really didn’t notice how all your meals together involved fast food, fried food, calorie bombs from Starbucks, fatty steaks cooked and basted in oil and butter, huge meals always followed by ice cream or alcohol. Sugary drinks, Miami vices and pinacoladas, anything and everything sugary and sweet. Breakfast in bed involving French toast covered in sugar and syrup, with so much greasy bacon you didn’t know what to do with it all. A large frappe from Starbucks, a sugary sweet from dunkin, a milkshake from Wendy’s (because McDonald’s machine is always broken) no matter where you went, you got her food.
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At the end of the second year of dating her, you popped the question. 315 pounds of lard packed onto a 5’2 frame sure looked good walking down the aisle, and as your lips touched hers, you finally knew you had her. Everyone at the ceremony cheered, but if they knew what was coming, they would have screamed in horror instead.