chapter 2 part 2

"Eaxctly!" replied Jenn.

"You took the words right out of my mouth Russell. Yes-yes, it's too late to back down now. I knew you'd see sense in the end!" she cooed as she handed him a pen to sign the paperwork, fluttering her eyebrows suggestively.

"Sign here and here. It's all basically as we discussed. So by signing this it means that by a year from today you will have gained at least 50 lbs for me. Any more is, of course, a bonus, but any less Russell, and you'll have to pay me a $5,000 penalty".

Jenn added further, "but I don't really want your cash Russell, so instead, I'm going to take you shopping to my favourite little fashion boutique and you'll have to use that $5,000 dollars to buy me a gorgeous new dress - which I've already picked out by the way. And because we both know your track record on gaining isn't great, at least this way, should you fail to gain the weight, I will at least get a hot new dress for my troubles".

"I know, I know" replied Russell, his pen hovering on the dotted line as he thought seriously once more about trying to back down, but all his past failed attempts to gain weight and finally let go of his inhibitions began to flash before him as he dithered. This was a chance to good to lose. What would other guys in the community give to have a chance like his.

Jenn saw that he was close submitting to her, and so filled the silence whilst Russell continued to ponder.

"It looks great on me by the way - the dress - that is - it's a real figure hugger. Which is exactly what all your clothes will be like soon enough Russell - my chubby-to-be boy!" She chuckled at her own joke.

Russell laughed, nervously. "I'm sure the dress looks great on you Jenn". He thumbed the paperwork one last time.

"Yikes," he shuddered at the thought of having to hand over such a substantial amount of money to Jenn should he fail. $5,000 dollars. He just couldn't stretch to that sort of cash right now on his meagre finances. He would have to remember to set up a savings account the very next day to make sure he could even get close to that number in a year's time, unless, of course, he actually gained the weight. That thought was only now beginning to dawn upon him. His only way out was to pack on the pounds if he signed.

"It's perfect when you think about it Russell," said Jenn. "You're so clever to have come up with the idea - which I've now - of course - adopted as my very own". She winked at him.

"As you know, $5,000 is absolute peanuts for me, so from my side, it's really irrelevant whether you win or lose! And you have the perfect incentive to pig out too, because if you don't, you'll be severely out of pocket - to the tune of $5,000. And I know for certain that you don't have that sort of money lying around now do you Russell? Hell, just look at the shirt!". Jenn laughed cruelly then added in her best society-girl tone of utter condescension, "no offence Russell, but it's hardly on trend, is it?"

Russell's cheeks flushed, slightly shocked by Jenn's candour about his fashion sense. The heat of the insult began to sting. He was wearing his best 'date-shirt' too, not that there had been many of those recently. This was his first 'date' of sorts in months. But he wasn't sure Jenn would see it as that, given her now business-like manner.

"The only way out is to gain the weight Russell," she rambled on further. "C'mon, just imagine all your hard earned money being spent on a rich-b*tch like me. You really don't want that now, do you?"

Russell shook his head sheepishly. "No, I really don't Jenn".

"And I will. I repeat, will, take your money Russell. Have no doubts about that. You won't receive any charity from me. In fact, I'm really looking forward to finally watching you blow up! This little deal is quite the win-win for me!"

Jenn scooted her chair around the table to be directly next to Russell's. She gently rested her hand on his small belly and whispered in his ear. "This little belly's going to get pretty big with an extra 50 lbs on it. I just can't wait to see that!!" She began giggling childishly as she tried to squeeze what little flesh there was there already.

Russell, whom had always been the more submissive of the two, and generally not the best with women, began to squirm as her touch lingered a little too long for his comfort. He sucked his meagre belly in quickly, in shock.

"So then, tell me Russell, my dear, do we have a deal or not?" Jenn asked quizzically as she almost grabbed his hand and directed it to sign the paper.

"Okay, okay Jenn. Let's do this!" said Russell, finally relenting.

"Excellent!" said Jenn. She gave him a quick peck on the cheek and hurriedly beckoned the waiter to come over as a witness before Russell could change his mind. She then signed and printed her own name.

"Well then, it's a done deal!" said Russell.

"Finally!" sighed Jenn with some relief. "Now that wasn't so hard, was it Russell"?

"No, ... no, ... I guess not!" Russell replied, smiling, relieved at having made the decision.

"I know this is what you've wanted for so long now Russell," said Jenn staring directly into his eyes. "And perhaps now that you finally have the right incentive to pig out you'll be able to do it, and I'll get a huge thrill from knowing that I played some small part in that. Well, that's if you can call 50 lbs a small part of anything!" She tittered furtively under her breath.

Russell nodded, somewhat embarrassed, as Jenn continued, "but just to ease my guilty conscience a little Russell, I've made a few provisions in the deal to help keep things on track. For instance, you now have a right to request monthly food vouchers to keep your weight gain going when your finances are tight. But sell these food vouchers on to someone else at your peril. They're all traceable and there'll be dire consequences if you do - so don't do it. The vouchers will automatically be sent to your email address, so you should use them should you need. I won't take no for an answer on that, okay?"

Russell nodded, sheepishly, but slightly impressed by Jenn's now authoritative manner. He sat silently as Jenn continued.

"But of course, I really do hope you do use all the food vouchers I've bought for you". She winked, blushing slightly.

"There's plenty of them. You certainly won't go hungry, that's for sure."

"I've also taken the liberty of booking you into Daddy's private clinic next Tuesday for some basic tests, and then the following Thursday you'll have a full medical with Kara, Daddy's personal physician, and one of my best childhood friends. Trust me, you're really going to like Kara - she's cute as a button. And single by the way". Jenn smiled suggestively before continuing once more.

"And once those medical checks are all done and dusted, and you have been given a clean bill of health, my conscience will be clear, and you're good to go! But don't get complacent now Russell. Remember that this is a legally binding contract". Jenn waved the signed paperwork in front of his nose. "Which starts from today, so you'll be quite the plumper in a year's time if all goes according to plan!"

"Wow. You really have thought of everything haven't you Jenn?" replied Russell, who was almost stunned into silence.

"It all sounds so, well ... uhmm ..., perfect."

"It is perfect. Just like me," Jenn interrupted.

Russell smiled. "Thank you so much for sorting it all," he said gratefully.

"Oh no-no-no Russell", said Jenn, as she squeezed his thigh.

"Thaaaaank you! ... ... I only wished you would have suggested more than a meagre 50 pounds".

"And what about our catch up meetings?" Russell remembered quickly.