Merry christmas

Chapter 4 - melissas present is unwrapped

Melissa spent the coming days either gorging, watching TV or sleeping. The house was a mess with dirty dishes everywhere. It was now winter, early December, and with the cold and snow, she never went out except for treatments and food. She was up to 380 pounds, higher than her stated goal, but the Dr aggressively kept up the fat cell injections. Her belly started to split into 2 lobes below her cavernous belly button, he noted happliy. "Just a few more syringes full," he said on the last day. Two huge painful squirts into her hanging fat bag split lobes brought tears to her eyes. "No pain, no gain, my dear," he said smiling, "This should do it!" And he pumped another huge painful load of the pink slime cells just above her kitty. She felt them enter, spread and start to puff. He smiled and said, "Melissa, just to let you know, you will top out at 550 pounds, maybe a little more if you keep eating like the pig you are."

Melissa stammered, "I said 350 pounds!" "Yes that is true," the Dr noted, "But your husband asked me to put another couple hundred pounds of fat on you - he has been watching the credit card statements and called me to make sure he got his money's worth! He wants you REALLY fat."

Melissa was shocked and headed home. She waddled to her car, the belly bag like a soft pile of lead, slapping against her thighs, hanging to her knees, dragging her down. Her thighs were packed with soft cellulite, rubbing and chafing as she waddled, and she had to turn sideways to get her saddlebag hips around the desk and doorframe. She noted on the way out of the Dr office that the receptionist was at least a hundred pounds heavier in the ass, barely able to lift her girth out of the ponderous office chair to file papers. A massive shelf ass and hips ready to rip her cheap, stretchy, polyester slacks. She looked exhausted and smiled weakly to Melissa

Going home was difficult, Melissa felt bigger and fattter and more blubbery than ever, and tired. A dozen donuts and a half gallon of ice cream made her feel better.

Bill came home two days later, just before Christmas, and found her laying on the King sized bed, her massive belly a huge bag of fatty goo, like a hefty trash bag filled with jello, piled between her tree-trunk like, cellulite covered legs, knees sunken in fat. "Hi Bill, I gained weight for you - Merry Christmas!" Melissa said sleepily, smiling, powdered sugar on her lips from a donut - the box empty by the bed.

Bill asked her to lift the pile of belly fat up and backwards with her hands, which she was just able to do. Bill was immediately hard, entered her and pumped away, shooting a massive load into her box, emptying himself in waves like never before. "Same to you baby," said Bill ogling her huge body, "Would you like a snack?"