chapter 9

The events at the mall stressed Jack about returning to college for his final year. Anticipating that, Lucy was right there with the perfect answer.

"Why don't we finish your college at home?" Lucy said one morning over breakfast. "I'll hire a home tutor for you to finish your final year and you can get your credits by sending your work in online."

"Thank goodness," Jack said, looking up from his plate. "That way I won't have to deal with all those phonies." He paused for a second before taking a third helping of home fries. "Plus," he said as he took a giant bite, "I'll only need to wear sweats and t-shirts."

Throughout September, Lucy upped Jack's intake of food. His normal breakfast was a buffet of eggs, bacon, ham, pancakes, waffles and home fries; it was usually the smallest meal of the day. Since he had no need to leave the house, he usually didn't. Jack was slowly becoming housebound, but he didn't seem to care. He would occasionally become stressed at the amount of food he was eating, or the changes in his body, but Lucy's tacit approval-- along with some occasional teasing and a lot of seductive pampering --was enough to keep his belly full and his libido high.

Jack's surrender did not go unnoticed by Lucy. He had given up hope on quelling his desires and was finally living the life that Lucy wanted him to. Soon, he would be completely helpless in Lucy's hands and she could complete her fantasy.

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Throughout the fall, Jack rarely left the living room. He would only move to go to the bathroom, or to move to the table for his two-hour tutoring session. Increasingly tight sweatpants and a XXXL t-shirt was his only attire.

Jack's weight was climbing by leaps and bounds, he was blowing up like a flesh balloon. Each day, Lucy would add a little more food to his diet, and each day he would get a little fatter. By November 1st, Jack's weight was an astounding 334 flabby, stretch-marked pounds. By the time December arrived, it had climbed to 359. His fat-laden body would shake with the slightest of motions and climbing stairs was becoming a real problem. The pills had rotted his muscles so badly that even the short walk to the bathroom was enough to cause him to lose his breath. His chest would tighten-up and his skin would flush. He was forced to take multiple naps on the couch each day to recover what little energy he could. Eventually, the instructor had to move to the couch to accommodate Jack, while Lucy laid out a buffet of snacks on the table in front of them.

During this time, Lucy was ecstatic at Jack's progress, but concerned about her husband. He was scheduled to return in a few weeks. How would he react to how immense Jack had become? Or the fact that his wife was falling in love with his own son? Lucy wasn't sure how she would deal with him; however, fate intervened before she had the chance.

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December 18th started out wonderfully. Lucy baked holiday goodies and Jack--when he wasn't nibbling incessantly--helped to wrap gifts. They were both excited that Jack's dad was returning in a few days and wanted the house perfect. Neither of them had mentioned Jack's massive weight, but the joy of seeing him outweighed their apprehension about this sensitive subject. Then, the phone rang. Lucy answered it and her face turned white. She began to tremble.

"What's wrong?" Jack said, a ribbon still clutched in his hand. Lucy hung up the phone and joined Jack at the table.

"Jack, your father was in a horrible car accident," Lucy said, carefully choosing her words. Jack's mouth gaped and his eyes moistened.

"He was killed," Lucy continued. "He got caught in a blizzard and was hit head on by another car." She reached out and held Jack's hand as he burst into tears. "I'm sorry Jack, I'm so sorry." She grabbed hold of him and let him cry for hours.

Christmas was a blur that year. They had the funeral in their home town. Most of the friends and family that gathered for the services hadn't seen Jack for a couple years; many didn't recognize him. Once they did, most replied meekly that it had "been a long time," or that he had "grown," before offering their condolences. A couple of his aunts warned him that he should try to "cut back on the sweets," but Jack barely acknowledged their presence.

Jack was devastated by the loss of his father and was panicked at what might happen to him now that he was gone. What would he do? What was going to become of him? Would Lucy continue to take care of him, or would she drop him now that his father had passed-away? Jack was panicky, but once again Lucy allayed his fears. She still had plans for him. Big plans.

Lucy told Jack to never worry; that she would always be there to take care of him. Lucy reasoned that it must be destiny that they were together now. She loved Jack's father, but now with him gone Lucy could continue pursuing her fantasy with Jack.

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Winter went by slowly that year. Lucy's reassuring words had brought Jack even closer to her, but she didn't feel comfortable enacting her plan so soon after his father's death. As a result, Jack's weight stayed stationary through those months. Things changed, however, once Jack celebrated his 20th birthday that spring.

Lucy did her best to make him happy, she put on her skimpiest top and skirt for the first time in months and reintroduced Jack's face to her gorgeous boobs with her most engulfing hugs and flirty kisses, she cooked up a huge delicious meal with an enormous creamy cake to follow - all for Jack. It seemed to work. Jack's appetite was back in full-swing and he gorged himself to bursting. He continued to cling to Lucy not just for support, but also because his old horniness in her sexy presence was coming back. The time for Lucy to fulfill her fantasy was at hand.