Chapter 4 - the curse continues

Rob found himself the rest of the day eating with out even thinking. He watched a little TV and was some how surprised when he looked around and found so many empty wrappers surrounding his chair. Shaking himself a little more awake and focused he stood up and began gathering the papers off the floor. as stuffed as his tummy was again it was not an easy task. Once he had them cleaned up he noticed the hour and stretching up a bit yawning he headed off to bed. Crawling under his covers he lay on his back staring at the ceiling rubbing his hard tummy trying to relax enough to fall asleep with in minutes he was back in dream land and back in Ari's arms.

Ari stood before her painting of Rob the cover still hiding it from her view. She could not help it lifting the cover she gazed upon her work and running a soft finger tip over the top of the slight swell of belly she had painted there she took a deep breath. She picked up her brush again and it wasn't long before there was even more of a swell on that tummy. She did not want to hurt him of course, but, she could not resist adding to the beauty that was him. She knew in so many ways it was not right. Yet if she could not have the man she would have the next best thing. As she finished she had added enough extra that there was definitely no way to exactly hide it anymore. Such a sexy belly big and round. She could feel the tingle in her finger tips imagining how wonderful it must feel to the touch. Covering the picture again she shed her clothes and climbed into her bed the picture of Robs painting still dancing in her mind she could not help sliding her finger tips through the slick wetness between her thighs. She pictured Rob growing even more and her fingertips brought her quickly to orgasm. Sighing out his name she curled up beneath her blankets praying that if nothing else she would see him in her dreams that night. She was lucky to receive her wish and she was lucky to be able to see what her painting had done to him. She did not want to ever wake he looked amazing to her. She dreamed she was feeding him bite after bite of so many dishes of food she was surprised that by the end he did not pop.

Rob awoke in the morning and scrubbing his hands across his eyes he did not at first notice the change. He sat up putting his feet on the floor and as he tried to stand his balance had shifted. Looking down his jaw dropped. "What the hell happened??!!!," he ground out between his teeth. He finally got to his feet and belly jiggling a bit as he moved stood before his mirror again. The site that greeted him there made him feel more than a little light headed. Turning to his side he could not believe what he was seeing. It made no sense. But as he touched his skin it was obvious this was no trick of light he wasn't seeing things it was real. Walking away he quickly made his way to his bathroom and dragging his scale out into the middle of the floor he stepped on and he could not understand what he was seeing. How was it possible?? A week ago when he had stepped on the same scale it flashed 180 now only a week later it flashed 200 pounds. How in gods name was it possible? How did anyone gain 20 pounds in a week? Maybe the scale was broken or maybe the batteries had begun to die? Picking it up off the floor he shook it and took it into his study to grab some new batteries. Replacing the offending little power cells he took the scale into his kitchen and placed it on the time floor. Stepping onto the scale he had been right the batteries were a bit low because the number now flashed 204.

Going back the bathroom he quickly showered and drying his skin he looked through his closet and taking out the largest size he had in dress pants he pulled them on. Trying to button them was going to be another matter. He tugged and tugged on the ends trying to draw them together and it was not happening. He lay down on his bed once again trying to pull the ends together, but, it did no good the sad fact was even laying down his tummy was not flattening out at all. He stared at the round orb pushed out between the sides of his open waist band. This was just not right! Frustrated Rob pulled on a pair of very very tight sweat pants and a t shirt and left his apartment having not choice but to purchase some new clothes before going into work. He could not even pull his coat closed around his middle anymore. Walking into a men's shop he quickly found a clerk to help him. The clerk suggested that they measure him first. Rob agreed as he had no idea just how bad it was.

The clerk stepped away for a few minutes returning quickly with a yellow tape draped around his neck. "now what was the last size you purchased?", the clerk questioned. "I admit my 36's were getting a little snug," he answered. The clerk nodded his head and reaching around Robs waist he pulled the two ends of the tape together. The clerk quirked an eyebrow up at Rob and smiling said, " I imagine your 36's were feeling a bit snug. According to the tape you are quickly heading for a 42." Rob was absolutely floored. He was in a 40??? What the hell was going on. The clerk pointed out the rack of 40's and let him make his choices.

By the time Rob was finished he had purchased several pairs of pants in 40's and some larger shirts as his other shirts were pulling way to tight now. Finally dressed in some clothes that fit he looked at his watch heading out the door making it into his office just in time. His assistant looked up as he came through the door intending to give him his messages she stopped midsentence when Rob removed his coat and his belly could clearly be seen. Rob looked over at her sudden silence and saw her try and cover her mouth as her jaw dropped. Rob caught her eye and quirked an eyebrow at her. Almost a dare for her to say something. Instead she cleared her throat and continued reading off the messages. Rob was embarrassed and instead of confronting her on the subject simply nodded his head and went into his office informing her she could start to send in patients.

All day long Rob tried not to think of food and he tried to stand just a little straighter when patients came through his door. Yet no matter how hard he tried to hide his new bulk there was just no way. Because it had happened pretty quickly he was a little off on spacing and accidently knocked a few things over. By the end of the day he was very tired he was also not used to hauling around the extra weight. Before he left the building he managed to flag down the same friend that had rescued him the other night. Pulling him into his office Rob gave his friend a desperate look. He was sure something had to be wrong no one gained 20 pounds in a week. His friend was rather shocked as well and looking at his friends very round belly he suggested maybe a scan. After the scan was over and nothing was found but a mound of fat Rob was forced to believe that maybe the impossible was possible he did not know how yet there was no denying that big belly.

Fine he thought I will simply have to restrict my calories as much as possible and exercise a lot more. For a week Rob ate next to nothing and tried to go for extra long walks every night. He continued to dream about his beautiful little temptress with the endless supply of tempting treats. He blissfully dreamed of her not only feeding him anything he craved, but, she stroked his bloated middle and complimented his fat form. She told him of her desires and how she wanted to kiss him everywhere. She wanted to feel him inside her. She told him heaven would be him squishing her tiny little form with his weight.

A week later even after all his work Rob was not feeling any smaller if anything he could swear he had gained even more. Because as he closed up his office Friday night he bent to pick up a scrap of paper someone had dropped and was more than grateful his assistant was not there to witness it as his pants split right up the back. He just could not understand how this was happening. Reopening the door to his office he slipped back in and flipping on the light to his patient room stepped up to the scale. His eyes got bigger and bigger as he had to keep clicking the numbers to the right. The climbed higher and higher. Finally balancing out at 225 pounds!

This could not be! There was no possible way anyone could gain 50 pounds in two weeks. Yet there was no denying the scale, the split pants or even the soft layer of fat that pushed his belly ever outward. He watched in morbid fascination as he stopped trying to hold back at all and two buttons popped off his shirt. This was ridiculous. It was then that an idea occurred to him. Maybe it wasn't sane, but, he had a feeling this was all Ari's fault. He didn't know how he knew but why else would he keep dreaming about her? That night as Rob went to sleep he made a vow to return to that house and it's mistress in the morning. Falling into sleep Rob was once again under Ari's control.