chapter 6

Jack avoided his friends the rest of the college year and started to become a loner. Friends stopped calling and girls were no longer taking interest. That was just what Lucy wanted. She kept encouraging his healthy appetite, but kept her teasing and seduction within plausibly deniable 'affectionate stepmom' limits. It wasn't her fault if her stepson found her curvaceous body and epic breasts exciting, she giggled to herself as she cooked him yet another heavy dinner.

In spring Jack turned 19. As the season ended, so did his sophomore year. He was happy about that. What made him even happier was that his dad was going away on business again for the summer; he needed a break from his dad's critical comments about his falling grades and expanding figure.

However, no one was happier than Lucy. She knew Jack was a much different guy this summer than last. In addition to being 60 pounds heavier, he no longer had any friends to take him out and keep him active. He had told most of them off and hadn't been out of the house with anyone other than his dad or Lucy for months. He didn't even want to take his driver's test that he had been putting off.

Lucy knew his metabolism was probably less than half what it used to be, and the day after his father left she set about exploiting that. Lucy once again asked her pharmacist friend Michelle if she could have a supply of pills. Michelle was more than happy to help, in return for Lucy telling her the full story so far, complete with Lucy's sneaked phone photos of Jack's ever fattening figure.
"My, my, you really are plumping that boy up fast!" Michelle purred "I swear he is going to be enormous - morbidly obese even, by the time you're done! You're so bad Lucy! I never knew you had it in you when we were at Uni together.."

By the next day, Lucy left Michelle's pharmacy with enough pills to keep Jack sleepy and hungry for the entire summer. She also had some completely different pills for herself, but they would have to wait until Jack was further along in her plan for his very fatty future.
Lucy also bought enough weight-gain powder to feed 12 body-builders for 3 months, but Lucy was only building one body...and not with muscle.

She also took a leave of absence from her grocery stores in order to better monitor Jack. Every evening, the store manager would drop by with invoices to sign and checks to write, but more important than that--at least to Lucy--was what else he brought with him. Each day, Lucy would have him load up the leftover bakery items from the day, as well as other miscellaneous junk-food and groceries, and deliver them when he came. Donuts, pastries, buttermilk, bacon, ice-cream and chocolate were her most requested items, as they were Jack's favorites.

By June 1st, Jack's weight had climbed to 233 pounds and Lucy was going to make sure he never saw that 'skinny' number again. A typical summer's breakfast consisted of 5 pancakes, 8 strips of bacon, 8 sausage links, 6 scrambled eggs, 4 English muffins and 2 glasses of buttermilk. Each morning, Lucy would serve him while dressed in her skimpiest most revealing outfits, and then sit in horny awe watching as Jack slowly but surely ate everything, (with his eyes constantly wandering to his stepmom's heaving bosom, something Lucy still carefully pretended never to notice). Even more than his voracious appetite, however, Lucy loved that he rarely wore more than a tank top and shorts at the table. As he would eat, his belly would slowly protrude further and further out on top of his thighs --bright-red stretch marks cutting across his pasty-white skin.

After breakfast, Jack would usually go to the couch to lie down and fall asleep in front of the television with his bloated belly sticking up in the air. Lucy would lean over him wearing one of her tightest tops, dangling her massive boobs in his face whenever she woke him up with lunch. Lunch consisted of multiple cheeseburgers served with fries and macaroni and cheese. Of course, Lucy would have him wash everything down with one of her famous milkshakes: complete with Amaplitix pills and four scoops of weight-gain powder. Jack was constantly alternating between hungry & horny and stuffed & horny.

"Why are you being so nice to me?" Jack asked one day during lunch. "I mean..." Jack swallowed hard, barely pausing between bites. "You're really pampering me this summer. Especially with you cooking so much and all."

The question flustered Lucy. Her pussy gushed as wet as the night she first heard of Jack's private fantasies. She wanted to tell him that she wanted him enormously fat, that she was going to make him a giant immobile tub of lard.

"Not yet," she thought, regaining her composure.

"Well..." Lucy chose her words carefully. "I like to cook, especially for a boy with a good appetite - you do seem to enjoy my cooking after all" she smiled sweetly, and engulfed him in one of her busty hugs before saying "and I like making you happy, honey."

Lucy stepped back. Jack paused for a moment trying to ignore his boner, he smiled up at her, before scarfing down a handful of fries while his gaze dropped to her amazing breasts again.

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The first week of July, Lucy was once again able to fully appreciate the results of her handiwork. It was miserably hot even for Lucy in a bikini, and the air conditioning was once again on the fritz. Despite the unbearable heat, Lucy was in total bliss when she saw Jack walking down the stairs wearing only boxer shorts. It was just too hot to wear anything else and he was never embarrassed in front of Lucy.

She watched his body jiggle and shake as he slowly descended the stairs. At 263 pounds, Jack was officially FAT. Lucy saw no trace of muscle in his arms. Instead, she saw two masses of jiggling softness that shook wildly from the total lack of use. His moobs were sagging C-cups and his belly had grown beautifully. It had swollen outwards with a big roll underneath his belly button, and his lovehandles, side and back rolls had grown and sagged considerably. Jack's once tight & rock solid butt had been invaded by cellulite, transforming into two big globs of pure, soft fat. They had taken on a cottage cheese look and sagged down to meet his plumpening thighs, which also sagged and jiggled from the layers of fat that now completely covered them. His legs rubbed together as he walked and Lucy could see that his inner-thighs were red and irritated from the friction. For the first time, she could even tell that his calves had grown and had lost a considerable amount of tone and strength.

The walk down the stairs seemed to wind Jack and he quickly waddled over and sat down at the breakfast table, sweat rolling down his chubby cheeks. Lucy could barely contain herself: Watching the once active 19-year old struggling down the stairs drove her wild. If Jack had not been so tired he might have noticed the dampness between Lucy's thighs, visible through her bikini bottoms, but that sight escaped him as Lucy quickly sat down.

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