chapter 2

Candace tried not to be obvious as she watched Scott get dressed. It had been several months and though progress was slow, it was becoming obvious. Scott's ripped physique was looking less so, a thin layer of soft flesh was now blurring his defined abs. As a matter of fact, there was definitely close to an inch hanging over the elastic waistband of his underwear as it dug slightly into his midsection.

She was positive he had noticed, he was too focused on how he looked to be oblivious to his recent transformation. Candace was willing to bet money that he simply hoped no one else would notice before he dropped the few extra pounds.

It had not necessarily been easy. She had to make a conscious effort to get him to eat more, as well as schedule various activities that conflicted with his regularly scheduled workouts. More than once she had "suddenly" become rather frisky right when he was about to go out for a run. Sure, that kind of activity burned calories as well but at least not nearly as many as a 7 or 8 mile run.

Candace wasn't sure if she wanted Scott to acknowledge his gain or not. For some reason, the thought of him patting his stomach and admitting he had put on weight caused a thrill to go down her spine. Once or twice she had even fantasized about forcefully cramming him full of fattening foods. Even though these occasional fantasies weirded her out a little, she was glad that her sexual attraction to him wasn't completely tied to him having a hard body.

A few weeks later it came to a head. Candace walked in on him struggling to button a pair of his slacks. His face got a little red and she tried not to laugh and stare.

"I've, ah, put on a little weight," he said shamefacedly.

"Well, guess it had to happen sometime," Candace said, making a split second decision on how to handle it.

"Really?" Scott asked. "How do you figure?"

"Have you seen all our friends?" Candace replied. "No one is staying skinny. Guess it was finally just your time."

"Well, yeah, but I can just lose the weight," he insisted.

"Nope."

"Wh at?"

"Nope."

"No pe, I can't lose the weight?" he asked, seeming confused.

"Correct," Candace answered flatly.

"Why not?"

"Like I said, it's just your time," she repeated. "It's been too long, anyway. You're a skinny guy with a fat wife. It's just unnatural."

"Wh-what? Skinny . . . fat wife? You, you're not, I mean, really," he stammered.

"Oh c'mon. I weighed myself this morning and I'm 177 pounds," Candace informed him. "Look at me."

She spread out her arms so he could take in her curvaceous form.

"But I love the way you look," he said.

"Great, and I don't hate it either," she replied. "But it's better if we're just fat together."

"I'm . . . what? Me, fat?"

"Yup, you have to get fat now," she said, poking his bare stomach. "Better get some bigger pants, you have some catching up to do."

Scott was quiet for a moment and Candace held her breath. Had she overplayed her hand? If she had screwed this up, he could probably undo all her work in just a few weeks.

"Well, alright," he finally acquiesced. "I just thought you liked how I looked. I mean, I don't have to work out so much if it bothers you."

"Oh baby, of course I love how you looked . . . I mean, look. But it's not like I'll be less attracted to you once you beef up a bit. And you really don't have to scale back your workouts too much. Just don't worry so much about what you're eating and let nature do its work, alright?"


"Alright," he chuckled. "Let's be fat and happy together."

Candace kissed him, but still noted that he said *be* and not *get*. That meant he probably already put her in the "fat" group.

~I'm going to remember that~ Candace thought. ~Trust me, you're going to eat those words . . . and so much else.~

Now she had gotten past one major hurdle, but another remained. How would Scott react when their friends inevitably noticed his gain? Candace knew they would, especially the women. They had commented on his body to her before, referring to him as the hot guy or hunk. Their voices were often tinged with jealousy as they no doubt remembered being as fit as he was. Candace knew they'd derive a certain amount of pleasure watching him transform from hunk to chunk.

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