Merry christmas

Chapter 3 - melissa sizes up

Melissa awoke the next morning and felt fuller, heavier, squishier. She smiled and rubbed her fingers over the pooch, that was now clearly bigger, covered with puffy cellulite. Checking her body in the mirror she knew that her asss, and thighs were bigger, and that her belly roll, bloated, puffy and so very soft, was still a ways away from folding over. Stepping on the scale she saw the numbers 162 come up. This scared her a little. Also her face was fatter and a double chin had started. She knew there was no going back. She was headed towards obese.

She showered, and realized she would have to dig deep back in her closet to find her "fat clothes." She was always secretly terrified of bulking up again, but had kept the baggy jeans, oversized sweats and bulky sweaters in the back as insurance - she knew they were always lurking there just waiting for her to fatten up again, and they were not disappointed. "Hello fat clothes," she said, feeling a bit embarassed and at the same time free of the sickening gym routine she had always secretly dreaded and hated.

Melissa went downstairs and gorged herself on sweet rolls and soda, then decided to have a couple bagels slathered in cream cheese. She swore she felt bigger afterwards. Then she decided to gorge some more on Doritos and leftover pizza - never getting a true 'full' feeling - yet she could swear she could feel the food filling those pink cells - puffing them up and dragging her flabby belly lower. She hefted the roll - it was bigger, she knew it - what ad she done?

Awhile later she face timed Bill. Bill commented on her fuller face and she stammered some lie about water gain. Bill smiled and said he hoped there would be more of her to love when he got back.

As the weeks went on her weight gain became obvious. Her belly roll swelled first, then eventually gravity took charge and it folded over. Her lunch visits to the Country Club became humiliating, with the other women snickering, pointing and commenting on her fat body as she munched on double cheesburgers at anther table alone, in unstylish clothes from the last decade. "Somebody broke out her old fat clothes!," yelled Bitsy and the room laughed. No more tennis. No more pool. She was too tired. Just fatter and fatter, bigger and bigger, slower an slower, and especially softer in the belly.

Several months into the process, after numerous fat cell treatments, Dr Jay commented on her gain. "You are doing very well towards your goal," he said while working the syringe in and under her belly roll, "Pretty soon you will have a full fledged double belly apron hang. It is very soft too - the fat comes easily to you." "I feel so free Dr," said Melissa, "Bill will love it. But I am getting tired very easily now being so out of shape, I am winded just going up the stairs." The Dr nodded as he injected more fat cells on her bulging thighs, "Yes, that will get worse, in addition to being fat and out of shape, the cells will sap your energy and make you more sedentary. Just take naps, eat and rest. Not having second thoughts are you? It is too late to go back now, as per the legal agreement you signed - this treatment is permanent!" He then pushed in the syringe hard, causing her to wince, and he squirted a huge extra dose of the cells directly into her belly button, with she thought, too much enjoyment The scale showed her weight to now be 230 pounds. The fat clothes no longer fit well, she noted.