Cindy’s story

Chapter 14 Finale

Cindy started to put Cathy’s advice into action, as well as the advice of a few random guests she spoke with at the pub. She discovered that alcohol was good for this, and being buzzed made her a bit quicker to run to bed too, so Fred liked it of course. Turns out he gets off just as much watching her drink, “I just want to see you swallowing down more and getting fatter.” To quote Fred. Cindy started watching the weight pile on once again, raising from five hundred to five thirty in about a month. “A pound a day,” Cindy said breathlessly as she stared in the mirror. “That’s a nice, fast pace.” Without fully realizing just how freaking fast that was. Even better, she’d decided to use her dream as inspiration. So Cindy convinced the proprietor of the pub to start making doughnuts with weight gain powder infused filling. She began to regularly masturbate while stuffing doughnuts into her mouth whenever Fred wasn’t home to feed her himself. As she grew Cindy hit the point where she perpetually felt high, she felt buzzed and horny whenever she ate, amd Cindy was almost perpetually eating. As per Cathy’s advice she had a slow, constant stream of calorie laden drinks and sweets flowing into her mouth. Each day was another pound or two for Cindy to fondle and feel as she stared at her naked body in the mirror. As she did she ate a doughnut sometimes, or drank a shake, or a coffee from Starbucks, or candy, the only constant was that it was always something extremely fattening and not very filling, as per Cathy’s advice.

Cindy did something slightly scandalous and had a mirror installed on the ceiling above her bed. She was getting too heavy to be on top with Fred. He was a trooper at taking the weight, Cindy was pretty sure it was just because it turned him on, but she was still grateful for it. She’d always had a harder time getting off when a guy was on top. Well, she did until she had the mirror installed. Now Cindy was always happy to have Fred jump on top of her as she stuffed doughnuts into her mouth and stared into the mirror, imagining herself growing ever fatter till her dream came true, literally. As they went at it Cindy watched herself jiggle as Fred did the same, one by the mirror, the other by simply looking down. But in the rnd they each felt the same, savoring each bounce in each roll, and fantasizing about how it would feel with even more. A fantasy that was made all the stronger by the knowledge that it was actually happening. Meanwhile, Fred overcame his lack of self esteem caused by being unable to perform when food wasn’t involved. Mainly because he knew that Cindy would always want food involved anyway. Hell, he even caught her doing research on how to eat more and gain faster online every so often. It never failed to get his heart racing, even late at night as he brought Cindy food for her late night feedings. Cindy had several alarms setup through the night, telling her to wake up and eat more. So she would wake up, stuff a few dozen doughnuts down her throat, then fall asleep when she was too full to continue without pain. Cindy felt that this was probably screwing up her sleep patterns, which she was actually happy for. That caused you to gain weight after all.

What else is there to say? The couple’s love for one another grew, as did their obsession with fattening Cindy up, as did her body itself. Cindy had more trouble walking each day than the last, until the day finally came that she had to get a wheelchair, “Made it to seven hundred and twelve pounds before I had to do this.” Cindy said into her phone with a manic grin in her face. Cathy gave Cindy the address of the store she got her wheelchairs from. The conversation was unremarkable, except for one thing. Immediately before hanging up Cathy said “Oh, and tell me how it goes when you’re done.”

As Cindy and Fred drove to get a wheelchair they talked about how many calories it would save Cindy when she got an electric chair, she was pretty damned heavy, and getting that body around burned a good amount of calories. They both wondered how much of a difference it would make. These thoughts didn’t stop until they got into the door of the store and saw a salesman on the floor. And, yet again Cindy felt a jolt of surprise to see Craig. “What are you doing here Craig?” Cindy exclaimed. Craig laughed and said “Working?” and shot her a sh** eating grin as he said “So, when Cathy had to replace her chair with one that could take more weight I came, and saw a help wanted sign. One interview later I had a new job set up and turned in my two week’s notice at the Red Lobster. I love this job you know.” Cindy just stared and Craig continued. “See, I can get a good deal for Cathy as she continues to grow, and I get to see a lot of faces I recognize from the Broken Branch, and I got to see a lot of those faces grow more chins. Then I get to go home to the best feedee there is.” Fred and Cindy didn’t agree of course, but they wouldn’t say a word to Craig beyond seeing if he could get a good deal on a chair for Cindy, then another deal on the next one in two hundred pounds, then they would go home almost every day to see how much they could make that new fat jiggle.

The End