Chapter 2

Jake awoke the next morning with Cici rubbing his flabby midsection. The sex had been great. He reached over and fondled her flabby white belly roll. She smiled and said, “We are going to so destroy our bodies and get so fat!” Jake tugged at the soft gooey roll and murmured disapprovingly, “This need to get bigger.”

“Oh it will,” she smiled, and produced two dozen donuts from Dunkin. “Grub hub just brought these. Saves burning calories!”

Each began eating their dozen, washed down with sugary soda. Cici started slowing down at 10 and Jake prodded her, “C’mon fatty you can do it,” while poking her side roll. She caught her 2nd wind and gulped down the last 2 fattening sugar bombs.

They spooned together in bed in a sugar coma while Jake rubbed her distended gut.

“Jake we need to be solidly in the 200’s when Sophomores, the 300’s by Junior year and when seniors be above 400 pounds,” whispered Cici. “I like it,” smiled Jake. As he rolled her on top of his gut and entered her again - she was wet.

The day was spent binge eating and watching TV. She brought him dish after dish of ice cream and she gobbled down a box of pastries.

Next morning Jake grabbed his backpack and started out the door. Cici yelled, “What are you doing?” Jake replied confused, “walking to class?” Cici shook her head and exclaimed, “We walk nowhere- we ride. Don’t burn calories! I want them going straight to your fat ass and belly!” He shrugged and she drove them to class.

2 months went by and their gain was noticeable to all their friends. Jake’s buddies commented on his fat gut and tight pants. “Man that chick is making you a blimp!”, one said. Cici continued to wear crop tops which showed her pillowy, white, cellulite mottled, bulging belly fat. The couple power ate in public where ever possible, gorging and drawing stares. Ice cream, McDonalds, Pizza.

The new scale numbers were 215 for Cici - giddy about her heaviest weight- and 247 for Jake. Their bodies had clearly softened and Jake now like to take her from behind, with her on all fours as her belly fat hung down, swinging and jiggling as they bumped. “I want that belly fat to touch the mattress,” he stated while giving the alabaster adipose mass a good firm squeeze. “Feed me baby,” Cici moaned, eating 2 Snickers as he pounded her fat kitty and emptied his load into her fat body.

Thanksgiving break was coming up. Their fattened softened bodies were obvious to all.