chapter 3 part 1

By the time I heard the front door open I had been pacing for several long minutes waiting for Laura to come home. I desperately needed to talk to her. She and James were just finishing unloading the car when I finally stopped pacing and came over to greet her.

"Baby, what's wrong? You're all flushed." Laura said.

"Where were you? You said you'd only be gone an hour, it's been two and half." I said.

She set down the bag and looked puzzled; "I ran into an old acquaintance of yours and it got a little heated." She said.

"What? Who? Did he hurt you?" I said quickly.

"Baby, come sit down. Take a breath and tell me what's got you so upset." Laura said soothingly.

"I got a call from the mayor, he's holding a charity ball soon and he wants me there to congratulate me on my donations to the hospital and the police force, he wants to give me some sort of humanitarian award." I explained.

"Well that's a good thing isn't it?"

"No, it's not...look I haven't been seen in public in over a year and it's starting to make people talk. I've gained so much weight that seeing me now would shock and probably horrify the public. I've been wracking my brains trying to find a way out of going and I've come up dry. I need your input; you always have such wonderful ideas." I said.

When she paled whiter than the marble floor, I felt my heart skip a beat. What happened to her?

"Honey, what happened to you while you were out? Who did you run into?" I asked.

She got up; I could see the panic on her own face clear as day.

"I ran into Claire; as in your ex-wife Claire and she and I had some words..." Laura began.

"What did the bitch do to you?" I said icily.

"She saw the receipt I dropped and she put two and two together; she suspects exactly what you fear your executives finding out; that you've gotten really fat." She said. "And it's entirely my fault..." She added.

"What? Why do you think it's your fault? It's not." I said.

"I wanted you to get fatter; I wanted it just to satisfy my own selfishness and now it's going to ruin you."

"Baby, no it's not your fault. It never was. I wanted to do this."

I wrapped my arms around her; she was sobbing and shuddering. Then I heard DJ start to cry as if he knew his mother was upset. I closed my eyes and buried my face in her hair, it wasn't her fault she didn't do anything wrong, I wanted this even before we'd met. I started the chain reaction and meeting her only helped fuel it. I turned her around as she cried, burying her face in my soft chest. Her warm tears soaked my shirt and I never felt so helpless before in my life; I really had no idea what to do. I couldn't stand to see her cry like this.

"Honey, it's alright...I'll figure this out don't cry anymore." I said.

"What if you have to lose weight?" I heard her say.

I didn't want it to come to that point; I really loved being fat. There had to be another way, there always is.

"It's not going to come to that; I promise. I will not lose a single pound or inch as long as I know there's something I can do about it."

"DJ is crying..." She said.

"Yes, I know. I told Angela to go see what he wants; right now I'm worried about your crying." I said.

"What are we going to do?"

"I'll figure it out. Trust me." I replied. "Now, what did you get for me at the stores?" I asked, trying to change the subject.

She started to calm down, her tears had stopped and she was sniffling; I knew she appreciated the change of topic.

"Just some things..." She replied.

"Show me, I'm eager to see what you got."

The bags of clothing were moved into the bedroom while we were in the foyer; she bought a lot of clothes for me.

"Wow, so many different kinds and styles. You really outdid yourself didn't you baby?" I said.

"I have more on special order that will come later, but these should do you for now." She told me.

I took out a humongous shirt, it looked like a tent. I checked the tag; a size 8x...she really had high expectations for me to gain. I grinned as I pulled out more of the amazing clothes she picked out for me; they were huge and way too big for me. I took it as motivation to fill them out just like before. Then she wheeled in a walker and four black bands, I nearly lost my control.

"What are you doing with those?" I asked.

"Well...these are called motor-assist bands. You wear them on your arms and legs to strengthen your muscles so they can carry you as you get fatter, and this walker is for that." She said as she patted my huge belly.

"A belly walker? You really have some high hopes for me don't you?" I said.

"I haven't decided how high just yet...however I may not even have to."

"I told you baby; I'm not going to lose any weight. If you want me to get even bigger I will hands down; and with no exceptions. Until then, I already said I would figure out what to do about the charity ball." I said firmly.

"I trust you my love." She said.

"Good, now where's that cake? I'm suddenly in the mood for some fatty comfort." I said.

She went to get it from the kitchen for me; I took a look at the motor bands and opened the boxes. I wondered how they would feel once I put them on. I read the instruction booklets on how to use them, and where to place them on my limbs.

"Hmm, the first time you put on the bands there will be some momentary discomfort as the bands adjust to your limb." I read aloud.

I rolled up my sleeve and looked at the blubbery, quivering mass my arms had become. I looked at the diagram and tried to work out just how get them around my fat saddle-bagged arm. Laura came back with the cake and saw me looking at the bands.

"You want to put those on now?" She asked.

"I was thinking about it, just not sure how to." I replied.

She took it from my hand and set it down in the box again then wheeled the cake over in front of me.

"You have some eating to do with those arms right now. This is what you wanted so get to it." She said.

"Ordering me around again?" I said playfully.

She smiled gently; "I want to see you eat, I missed you."

"As you wish." I replied.

I took the knife and cut off a huge piece of cake and started eating it. She sat down on the chair and watched me. I couldn't help groaning; I'd gotten so used to doing it by now it was automatic. Laura's eyes danced with delight as I pigged out in front of her. I'd do anything to see her smiling again; I was going to figure things out, and she was finally trusted me to do it. The cake was gone within an hour and half and I felt great; the shake was next and then sleep. I was still so hungry after eating that giant cake but I couldn't sleep if my belly wasn't stuffed. Laura started to put away the clothes as I sucked down the shake. She would occasionally glance back at me to see if I was still eating, for the time being she had calmed down and that was good enough for me. I sucked out the last of it and put the tube back, now I was so tired.

"Is my fatty boy all full now?" Laura said.

"Oh yeah..." I said lazily.

She kissed me and pulled up the covers; "Have a good sleep baby." She whispered.

My eye lids closed like they had lead weights attached to them, I was on auto pilot by now.

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