Chapter 3 - back to the beginning

"Ugh..." I moan. "So full..."
I'm spread out on the sofa, my pants are unbuttoned and my top has ridden up to reveal the bloated bulge of my belly, packed to the brim with calorific goodies. Yvonne's by my side, she coos as her slender hands trace the surface of my distended belly.
My mouth hangs open, my head's in a daze. The coffee table's full of plates, leftovers from my gluttonous feast. I can't believe I ate all that.
Yvonne gives my packed belly a little dash.
"You are such a hungry fatty."
I just groan. I'm too stuffed to talk. Even if I weren't I wouldn't know what to say.
Yvonne keeps teasing me, as playful as ever.
"Weren't you supposed to be on a diet? I thought you gonna show me something."
Her hands knead my growing belly. I groan again.
I'm trapped, and I know it. I knew it before I even set foot in here. The last several months might as well not have happened. She's still got me wrapped around her little finger, literally eating out of her hands.
"It's your fault." I moan, trying to convince myself more than her. "It's all because you keep tempting me."
"Of course dear," she says; her voice soothing. "Of course..."
***
I wake to find the sun shining through the windows. I haven't moved since last night. I'm still spread out on Yvonne's sofa. I stretch my chubby arms and wipe my eyes. Then, slowly and sluggishly, I get up.
Yvonne's nowhere to be found, but there's a note on the coffee table.
"Back in a couple of hours. There's breakfast in the kitchen and plenty of snacks in the fridge." It's signed with a kiss.
Breakfast is about what you'd expect from Yvonne. A mountain of pancakes drenched in maple syrup and thick cream. As delicious as it is disastrous to my figure. I know I shouldn't eat it. I know it's bad for me, but I don't care. I'm tired of watching what I eat, tired of trying to control my appetite, and of feeling like a failure when I inevitably give in. I can't do it anymore. Perhaps I never could.
I look at the calorie laden meal before me. In it I see my own future reflected all too clearly. Soon this is all gonna be filling out my figure. This meal is just the first of many to come.
If I'm gonna be a fatty I might as well eat like one.
***
And so it was. With everything back to normal Yvonne was quick to get to work on me. My life turned into a giant sedentary feast as my fit girlfriend fed me like never before. She takes care of everything for me, makes sure I never have to move a muscle.
My body's pretty much exploded with fat. I hardly even recognize myself anymore. My face has gotten rounder and I've grown another chin. My features are pretty much swimming in blubber. When I move my entire body sways and jiggles. My figure's lost any sign of solid shape. I really am an obese blob.
I've lost track of how much I eat. It feels like I never stop. I can't believe I ever even considered going on a diet. The very thought is enough to strike fear into my heart. I'm too hungry, too addicted to Yvonne's delicious cooking. The thought of going without it, even for a day, is unbearable.
Food has become my life. I'm too hungry to diet and too out of shape to even want to exercise. Why wear myself out when I can just sit on my butt and eat.
One day, as I work my way through another plate of cookies, I see my thin girlfriend heading for the door, a bag full of clothes in her hand. I recognise them. There's an old pair of jeans at the top of the pile. I used to be so desperate to fit into them. These days I wouldn't even get them over my knees. They look so tiny.
I gave up on jeans a long time ago.
"Where're you going?" I ask between bites.
"I figured I'd turn some of your old clothes over to charity. They're a bit too big for me and I doubt you're ever gonna be fitting into them again. That ok with you?"
"Yeah, sure." I shrug and grab another cookie.
"You want me to get you anything? Some ice cream perhaps?"
I nod, my chins wobble.
"Yes please!"
She smiles at me, puts the bag down and leans her thin body in against my massive form. I've got to be atleast twice her size. Her slim fingers grab my soft hips, her lips plant a kiss on my full, round cheek.
"See you later, fatty."