Chapter 35

I was panicking - I'd just stepped on the scale and discovered I now weighed 182lbs. Shit shit shit.

This all started with stupid fat Ben and his stupid fat family. Maybe it was time to cut ties.

I was feeling so stressed about gaining weight that I decided to go for a run. It was early, before work, and the streets were quiet. I felt the fresh air on my skin, the breeze blowing through my hair.

I also felt my heart pounding in my chest, my lungs burning. I was panting and sweating, and barely able to keep going. And I'd only just started.

Everything felt like it was bouncing, from my chubby thighs rubbing together to my big boobs swinging wildly. My ass was wobbling like jelly and most embarrassingly I could even feel my stomach jiggling. This was absolutely humiliating.

I heard someone wolf whistle. Ugh.

"Lookin' good, honey," a man's voice called out.

I didn't acknowledge him and tried to pick up the pace. My lungs were screaming. I couldn't do this. I stopped running and doubled over, gasping for breath.

The whistler passed by.

"You can do it, honey," he called out, "keep going!"

I scowled at him. What a creep.

I continued walking, my pace much slower than before. I couldn't believe how unfit I was. This was beyond embarrassing. I cursed myself for skipping so much cardio at the gym.

I thought back to when I first met Ben and his family. How huge they were and how fat they'd made skinny little Lucy. And here I am now, not as fat as her, but definitely heavier. I needed to get out of there. Fuck Lucy for introducing me to them, the little snake.

I returned home and showered, the hot water washing away the sweat. As I lathered, I could feel the weight on my body. My tits were bigger and heavier, my ass rounder and softer. My stomach was flabbier, my hips wider. I couldn't believe how fat I was getting. My hands explored my curves, my fingers sinking into the soft flesh. As always, my hands moved to my ass, giving the doughy flesh a good squeeze. It was so big now, the cheeks jiggling and wobbling.

I rinsed off, the water streaming down my body.

I thought about how I was going to break it off with Ben. How I was going to explain that it was all because of his family. They'd filled me up with food, and fattened me up with their unhealthy cooking. He was going to be so hurt and confused. But it was his own fault.

After drying off, I started to get dressed. I pulled on my underwear and noticed that my bra straps were digging into my shoulders. My panties were tight, the waistband leaving marks in my skin.

It was then that I noticed the stretchmarks. They were faint, but still there. Running along the sides of my hips, across my thighs, and up my stomach.

My eyes stung with tears. Fuck.

I looked in the mirror and took in my reflection. How was I going to get rid of these??? They better not be permanent. I couldn't stop staring at them, tracing the pink lines with my fingers. They were ugly and noticeable. I couldn't let anyone see them.

I pulled on a pair of jeans and a baggy shirt, trying to cover up as much as possible. The jeans were snug, hugging my thick thighs and big ass.

I checked my phone and saw that Ben had texted me.

"Are you ok, babe? Still on for tonight?"

I sighed. Maybe tonight would be a good opportunity to break up with him.

I texted him back.

"Sure, see you later xx"

I was so nervous about seeing Ben. I knew it was going to be a difficult conversation. He doted on me, would do anything for me. Every man I'd had in the past was nothing compared to him.

But he was fat, his family was fat and now they were making me fat too. They were ruining my life. I was determined not to become the next Lucy... or the next Amy.

We we're going to meet in a restaurant. I'd made a reservation so we could talk without being disturbed.

I'd picked out a cute outfit, a pink dress that hugged my curves and showed off my cleavage. As I looked over at myself in the mirror, I couldn't help but smile.

My breasts were perky and full, spilling over the top of the dress. My ass was big and round, the fabric stretched tightly over my wide hips. My stomach was looking round, yes, but I knew that my other assets were more than making up for it.

As I stood there admiring myself, a thought crossed my mind. What if I didn't break up with Ben?

Surely, I could stay with him and avoid getting any fatter. After all, he loved me. He would do anything for me. If I told him to, he'd make sure that I didn't gain another pound.

My mind drifted to all the wonderful meals he had prepared for me, the desserts he had baked. The many restaurant dates. The way his mother stuffed me full of delicious food. My body shivered at the memories. I wasn't sure I was ready to give that up.

I wasn't sure I was ready to give up fucking him either. Somehow, despite him being the most obese guy I'd ever been with, he was also the best lay. The thought of his huge cock made my pussy tingle. I was kind of addicted to his size, not just his dick but also his body. He was huge and heavy and his weight pressing down on me, crushing me, felt so good. Despite myself, I loved his soft, big belly.

Just then, my phone buzzed. It was a text from Ben.

"Can't wait to see you, babe. I'm so excited!"

My heart fluttered.

"Me too, see you soon xx"