Chapter 2 - anticipation pt3 ch2

Dr. Silverman was very sweet to me, as soon as he noticed I was upset he offered to leave the room for a few minutes. I told him I was fine so he continued. He went on to measure the fat on my arm with the caliper and also take a measurement of my waistline which was about thirty five inches at that point. With all the measuring done he left the room so I could get dressed. Putting my clothes back on I felt completely embarrassed, I couldn't believe I actually cried in front of my doctor. He came back into the room a few minutes later and pulled a stool up for the both of us. "Look Melanie I know this hard to hear but you have gained a lot of weight in a short amount of time. Your body fat percentage has gone up almost 18 percent, that isn't good. I am worried that there might be something else going on so I am scheduling you a visit with a thyroid specialist." My heart started to race and my palms sweated, I was caught, I couldn't lie about what was going on with me to him. There was no way I could go to another doctor and have him waste his time testing me for something that wasn't there. I had to come clean before this escalated any further. "Look Dr. Silverman there isn't anything wrong with my thyroid I have just been overeating a lot lately. I have a new boyfriend who loves to take me out to dinner and have been making poor choices with my diet" I confessed to him. Strangely it felt really good to finally say it out loud. "Ok I understand, believe me you aren't alone" he said with a chuckle. "But look right now you are significantly overweight and I would like a big improvement the next time I see you. I will tell you that other than the weight you are in excellent health and if you start exercising you will be able to drop this weight fairly easily...Ok?"

As I walked out of the office and to my car I felt like a weight had been lifted off of me. I faced my fear and while it was hard I got through it. It was such a relief to finally be honest with myself, I had gotten fat and it wasn't the end of the world. Being heavier didn't affect me negatively at all, I was still healthy as ever. Breaking down in front of the doctor was obviously embarrassing but it was also kind of cathartic as well.

Driving back to our apartment, yes I moved in with Luke earlier in the month, I couldn't keep my hands off of my tummy. The entire drive home I kept grabbing and squeezing each of my two pudgy rolls. The lower roll flubbed over my waist band and the upper roll sat gently on top of it. With every bump I could feel them jiggle slightly. It was like two tectonic plates of chub shifting against each other. I started to get turned on when I ran my finger around and into my belly button. The feeling of suction around the tip as the two rolls covered the rest of my finger was so exciting. My heart started to pound as I got closer and closer to the apartment. All I could think about was getting to the kitchen and shoving every fattening piece of food we had into my mouth. Every stop like was like an eternity. Every cross walk wound me up more and more until I could feel the hairs on the back of my neck stand up.

My heart was racing when I finally pulled into my parking space. By the time my car door had shut I was already halfway to our front door. I still wasn't used to the new keys so I jumbled them around nervously trying to find the right one. With the door finally opened I made a beeline straight to the bedroom. I didn't want to get any food on my nice clothes so I wanted to change into my sweatpants and a tank top. I couldn't get my clothes off fast enough. Once naked I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror and couldn't turn away. I looked at my chunky body up and down. Everything on me had gotten chubby and plump. I turned around to look at my butt and it looked like two fat pieces of ham back there. My ass had gotten a lot wider than it used to be and now had cellulite covering both cheeks. I slapped my hands on my ass and squeezed. There was much more butt than I had hands to cover it with. The fat back there wasn't wobbly like most girls it was kind of firm almost solid. I ran my fingers along each new dimple, caressing it and poking it. Next I grabbed my belly and shook it violently in the mirror. It wobbled and jiggled as I let it go, finally coming to a rest a second later. Then I turned to my side and slapped my bulging lower belly and watched as the fat rippled across my midsection and up to my breasts. I was up to a D-cup at that point but it was deceiving. They actually looked bigger than they were. It was probably because they stuck straight out so much. All the fat in my breasts was new I guess it hadn't had time to sag yet, I figured that would come later. From all the growing they were kind of tender so I didn't play with them much and moved on to my face. I won't lie it had gotten pretty plump. My whole face was wide and puffy now. You could see the weight most at the point where the corner of my lips met my cheek. Before I used to look sucked in there, now it was round and puffy. My cheeks were so big that when looked down enough I could actually see them. That was new.

With my breath short and my heart racing I couldn't take anymore, I threw on my clothes and bolted for the kitchen. I opened the refrigerator door and was greeted with delight. Luke had brought home an entire box of chocolate dipped cannoli Maria had made for us. I started to drool. I took out the first cannoli and stared at it for a few moments. "You're going to turn into a ***ing blimp" I thought to myself. I looked down at my tubby belly and realized I have been happier than ever before since I got fat. I was in a strong stable relationship with someone who loved me. Getting chubby was a turn on for the both of us and I didn't want to deny that urge.

I bit into that cannoli and it was like euphoria. The sweet chocolate, the crispy shell, and the creamy filling were amazing. I felt a tingle run up and down my spine like never before. I was now getting fatter on purpose and it nearly brought me to an orgasm. I finished that first cannoli in about three bites and then quickly demolished the remaining five in similar fashion. Not nearly satisfied I went back to the refrigerator and grabbed a tube of cookie dough. Then I went to the cupboard and got a bag of potato chips and a bag of Cheetos. I then made my way to the couch so I could gorge myself in comfort. I was so happy sitting there shoving handfuls of chips and bites of cookie dough into my mouth. There was Cheeto dust at the corner of my mouth and my fingers were greasy and stained orange. I grabbed my belly with my clean hand and fondled it as I continued making a pig of myself. Bite after bite of the cookie dough went down my throat as my hand also started to go south. With a belly full of junk food I lay down on the couch and began to pleasure myself. I thought about getting myself getting fatter and chunkier until none of my clothes fit. I thought about getting stretch marks and big huge ass. I thought about Luke tying me down and feeding me until I couldn't move. When I was close to climaxing I heard keys at the door. I had completely lost track of time and Luke was getting home from work. A few months ago I probably would have been embarrassed and tried to not look like such a slob by cleaning up. But at that moment I didn't care, I wanted him to see me like this.

Luke walked into the apartment clearly surprised to see me in this condition. With the box from the cannoli ripped open on the counter, two bags of chips and a half eaten tube of cookie dough in front of me he said with a chuckle "got a little hungry huh?" He put a bag from Victoria's secret on the kitchen counter and walked over to me. "Is that for me?" I asked somewhat flushed. "Yes I have something planned for you once we get back from visiting your parents." He responded. "So you ate all of this by yourself?" he asked as he patted my chubby belly. "Yeah it was good" I said biting my lip at him. "And what were you doing when I walked in?" he asked provocatively. "I was pleasuring myself while thinking about how much fatter I'm going to get" His eyes bugged out of his head at my response. Once he composed himself he leaned in and kissed me on the lips gently. We both laughed as he told me I tasted like Cheetos. He then made his way down to my waist and took off my sweat pants. I thought he was going to make love to me instead he put his head between my legs and began to pleasure me. He squeezed my gut with both of his hands as he brought me closer and closer to climax. It felt so dirty and hot. I swear my eyes went crossed at one point. My orgasm was so hard I almost suffocated him between my thighs.

Afterwards I felt completely disgusting and couldn't wait to take a shower. I tried to take one alone but Luke insisted we do it together. I relented and we both hopped in. I let him do all the work as he lathered up my wet chub with body wash. It was hilarious I looked like a chubby seal glistening with all the water and soap. Luke could barely control himself as he made love to my slippery body in the shower. I didn't really have another orgasm in me so I just enjoyed pleasing him. It was a lot of fun.

Getting dressed for bed that night I couldn't help but wonder what Luke had in that bag for me. I had completely forgotten about it during our encounter and he had hidden it as soon as we had gotten out of the shower, so I didn't even have a chance to spy. It was bugging me but I figured I would just let him surprise me even though I hated surprises.