Chapter 5 : Thighter and thighter

One day Mary stepped on the scale, feeling a sense of dread wash over her. She had been avoiding it for a while, knowing that she had been indulging in Pete's fattening meals more than she should have. But now, she had to face the truth.

As the numbers on the scale climbed higher and higher, Mary's heart sank. She had put on 5lbs in just one month, bringing her weight up to 255lbs. She felt a surge of disappointment and frustration, knowing that she had let herself down and undone some of the progress she had made.

Pete, who had been watching her weigh herself, stepped forward and wrapped his arms around her. "You look amazing, Mary. Your belly is getting so big and jiggly, arms, and legs are all getting bigger and more beautiful every day. You're so soft and squishy - I love it."

Mary felt a surge of anger and hurt at his words. She had worked so hard to get to her goal weight, and now Pete was trying to push her beyond it. She pushed him away, tears streaming down her face.

"I don't want to hear that, Pete. I told you I was done gaining weight, and I meant it. I can't keep indulging like this - it's not healthy, and it's not what I want."

Pete looked taken aback by her outburst, but he quickly recovered. "I'm sorry, Mary. I didn't mean to upset you. I just love seeing you happy and full."

Mary wiped away her tears, feeling a mixture of relief and sadness. She knew that she needed to take a step back and reevaluate her relationship with food and with Pete. She loved him deeply, but she couldn't keep sacrificing her health and happiness for his pleasure.



On a weekday afternoon Mary had just finished a big lunch that Pete had prepared for her, and she was feeling uncomfortably full. She knew that she had probably gained some weight, and she was eager to see how much. But as she stepped onto the scale, something went wrong. There was a loud cracking sound, and the scale suddenly went dead. Pete was standing nearby, looking guilty.

"I'm sorry, Mary," he said. "I think I might have stepped on it too hard. I'll buy a new one, I promise."

Mary felt a sense of frustration and anger rising inside her. It seemed like every time she tried to take control of her own health and well-being, Pete was there to thwart her efforts. She couldn't help but wonder if he had broken the scale on purpose, to keep her from seeing how much weight she had gained.

As the day wore on, Mary felt more and more uncomfortable in her own skin. She knew that her clothes were feeling tighter, and she was sure that she had put on some weight since her last weigh-in. But without the scale, she had no way of knowing for sure. For now, all she could do was wait for the new scale to arrive and hope that she could find a way to take control of her own health.

Soon, Mary reached the point where none of her clothes fit her anymore, and didnt planned to buy larger clothes. She felt like Pete was ignoring the reality of the situation, and she wanted to make it clear to him just how uncomfortable and unhappy she was. By wearing clothes that were obviously too tight, she hoped to get his attention and make him see how much she was struggling.

Mary stood in front of Pete, wearing a pair of pants that were now so tight they were cutting into her flesh. All of her clothes were becoming too small, and she couldn't afford to buy a whole new wardrobe. Her belly was sticking out and hanging down on all sides.

As she looked at Pete, she felt a surge of anger and frustration. He had encouraged her to gain weight, to indulge in all of her cravings, but he never seemed to care about the consequences. He never thought about the fact that she was rapidly outgrowing all of her clothes, or that her health might be suffering.

"Are you happy with this, Pete?" Mary asked, her voice shaking with emotion. "Are you happy that I can't even wear my own clothes anymore?"

Pete looked up at her, his expression blank. Mary could tell that he didn't really understand what she was feeling, or why she was so upset.

"What's wrong, Mary?" he asked, his tone innocent. "You look beautiful to me, no matter what you wear."

Pete looked at her, his expression uncertain. Mary could tell that he was processing her words, trying to understand what she was saying. She knew that this was a turning point - a moment where she could either make a change and start taking control of her own life or continue down the path of indulgence.


So Mary decided to go to the doctor to ensure that she was maintaining a healthy balance in her new lifestyle. She wanted to make sure that her habits with Pete were not negatively impacting her physical health.

Mary felt nervous as she sat in the waiting room of the doctor's office. She had been feeling increasingly concerned about her health, especially given her recent weight gain, and she hoped that the doctor would be able to give her some reassurance.

Finally, the nurse called her name, and Mary stood up to follow her to the exam room. As she stepped on the scale, she couldn't help feeling a twinge of anxiety. She knew that she had put on a lot of weight recently, and she wasn't sure how the doctor would react.

To her surprise, the doctor seemed pleased with her weight. "Your BMI is in the healthy range," he said, smiling. "And your blood pressure and cholesterol levels are both excellent. You're doing great!"

Mary felt a wave of relief wash over her. Despite her concerns, and how strange it looked, it seemed that her body was actually doing quite well. She felt a renewed sense of confidence and determination to take care of herself and her health.

As she left the doctor's office, Mary felt a weight lift off her shoulders. She realized that she had been so focused on her weight and appearance that she had forgotten to think about her health. But now she thought that she was in good shape, and she felt motivated to continue taking care of herself.

Mary was beaming with joy as she walked through the front door, eager to share her good news with Pete. "Pete, you won't believe it!" she exclaimed. "The doctor said that I'm in excellent health!"

Pete looked up from his laptop, a grin spreading across his face. "That's fantastic news, Mary!" he said, getting up from his chair to give her a hug. "I knew you were taking good care of yourself."

Mary hugged him back, feeling grateful for his support. "Thank you, Pete," she said, beaming. "It means a lot to me that you've been so encouraging throughout all of this."

Pete smiled, taking her hand and leading her to the bathroom. "I've got a surprise for you," he said, gesturing to a brand new scale that he had installed. "I know you've been wanting to keep track of your weight, so I got this for you."

Mary stepped on the scale and saw that it showed a lower number than before. Part of her was happy that she had apparently lost weight, but another part of her felt conflicted.

She looked at Pete, unsure of what to say. He seemed pleased with the result and congratulated her on her progress. Mary forced a smile, but inside she was struggling with conflicting emotions.

On the one hand, she was happy that her efforts to lead a healthier lifestyle were apparently paying off. On the other hand, she didn't want to become obsessed with the number on the scale again. She knew that her weight was just one aspect of her overall health, and she didn't want to let it consume her thoughts and emotions like it had in the past.

Mary took a deep breath and tried to focus on the positive. She was feeling better than she had in a long time, and that was what really mattered.
She decided to try on all of these clothes again, to see if they fit her again.
They all fit him amazingly. She twirled around, admiring how comfortably they fit on her body. She couldn't stop smiling.
She knows it was too good to be true, but decided to ignore it.