Chapter 1

You knew it would come to this, you just didn’t care. I came here ten years ago because I thought it’d be good money, little did I know there would be so much more to it than that. I caught on quickly that your taste in women was different and that your wife wasn't really your type, you just kept her to maintain appearances. At first I thought it was funny that you’d let me eat on the job, then you insisted that I join you for dinner when she wasn’t around and eventually I would be showered with more food than I could handle. Once I started packing on the pounds I knew I had to make a choice, either accept my role as your mistress or get a new job. You know how I decided, the mark it left is all over my body.

It’s amazing how fat you can get in the span of a decade, first slowly then it just wouldn’t stop. I loved seeing the look on your face every time I needed a size increase for my uniform, the first time was embarrassing but over time I realized how hot it was. God, back then I thought 200 was big and now it’s nothing to me. You’ve turned me into a total cow, eating an entire pizza on my own is considered a snack these days. I never knew how being this fat could be so satisfying, especially when my boss encourages these bad habits. How could I have possibly known how erotic having such a massive body would be if it weren't for you?

The disgust on her face the first time she saw you feeding me was priceless. I remember when you two had that fight and you both agreed to keep it secret for the sake of public perception, fiery rage turned into icy scorn. Now all she can do is watch as the weight piles on as a testament to our scandalous affair. I knew it was wrong but the food and sex were just too good, we were both too invested to quit. I stopped caring about the cash, having such a spoiled life was rewarding on its own. I considered moving in full time but we both knew that’d be grounds for a nasty divorce, it was bad enough what we were doing but if people knew I lived with my boss it’d only be a matter of time before word got out. You were playing a terribly risky gambit, I’m surprised we’ve lasted this long.

At some point down the line I wanted someone who actually loved me, this was all fun but I’m more than just excess meat. At first I thought I’d never find a partner but I was surprised how many men find this bodytype appealing, apparently it’s more common than I’d ever imagined before working for you. Once I had two guys being my feeder my waistline exploded, I’m sure you liked it just as much as he did. He still doesn’t know about us, probably suspects something but with how much I’ve been bringing in through the years I don’t think he minds too much. It seems he likes the fact that I eat far more than he could ever afford, he’d thank you if he knew you’re the one who made me this way.

So that brings me to what I needed to discuss with you, now I’m pregnant. I have no idea who’s daddy but it doesn’t matter; the moment she knows, your little game is all over. So as far as I see it you only have two options, either you give that bitch of a wife half of everything or we make a deal. I’ll keep the little one a secret and you give me compensation, I need a little nest egg for my new life as a mother. She never has to see me again, you can just say it isn’t fun anymore or that I’ve gotten too fat for you. Everyone wins, all you have to do is give me a severance package and we can forget this ever happened.

I was getting too fat anyway, I know you love seeing me struggle but it’s just too hard. All of this weight has ruined me, now I’m hopelessly addicted and it’s all your fault. Really this is the best possible option for both of us, you get to keep up your image as a respectable husband of considerable wealth and I get to live out the rest of my days basking in the fruits of my labor. It’s the least I deserve for giving my youth and health over to a man’s sick fantasies, imagine how that’d look in the tabloids. On the bright side now you can hook another foolish girl into your trap, fatten them up and spoil them rotten like you did for me.

Well, I think you’re smart enough to make the right decision. I can only imagine the fallout of such a damning accusation, the evidence is all right here. Someone just needs to see the before and after photos to know you’re the one responsible, I would be the helpless victim and you the depraved predator. Not to mention your wife, she’s just an innocent bystander to your wicked behaviors. I’ll be expecting my money shortly, I’m huge but the baby bump will inevitably show.