Chapter 1

Monday mornings were always chaos in my flat. I woke up at 6.30 with a banging headache from the regular Sunday night drinking session by 6.57 I pressed snooze on the clock twice and realised I was going to be late for work. I jumped out of bed and ran to the bathroom but my girlfriend Sam was in there already. I banged on the door “I need the toilet.” She replied “Too bad! You had your chance to use it earlier but you decided to stay in bed. Besides I have to get to work as well so you’ll just have to wait your turn.”

I went downstairs following the sweet scent of freshly fried bacon. Oh well I thought, things could be worse I might be late for work but at least I’ll have a decent breakfast before I go in. I looked around the kitchen. I saw an empty frying pan and the butter was still left out. Hmm where’s the bacon I thought. Nothing left on the sides and nothing in the fridge. “Sam, where’s the bacon?.” “There isn’t any left... Sorry hunny.” Now this pissed me off. I ran back upstairs and banged on the bathroom door again. “Get out of there, I need the toilet!” “Hold on” she snarled back.

After what seemed like an eternity the door opened and out came Sam. “I can’t believe you ate all the bacon. I’m starving!”, “well if you didn’t go out on Sunday nights, you would be able to get up on Monday mornings in time for breakfast.” “But there was at least 5 slices of bacon left”, “actually there were 7 and I ate them all.” I knew she was doing this to spite me; it was her way of having revenge on me for stumbling in at 1 in the morning. “No wonder you’re so fat now you bitch. You have no control over what you eat these days.”

I wasn’t lying either. You see, Sam and I had been going out for about 4 years now. When we met she had a nice body. She was never slim but had curves in all the right places but as the years have gone on her weight has soared. At 5ft2 she used to weigh around 140 pounds but she now tips the scales at just over 300. Her once slightly rounded butt has grown a lot wider and sits out like a shelf from the back of her. Her little pot belly has grown into a large sagging ball like shape, her legs were fat and dimpled with the beginning of cellulite and she had large and flabby under arms that looked like they had never seen a muscle in their life. The only thing that didn’t change much was her face and boy was she cute. She had shortish blond hair, nice smooth skin which enhanced her hazel eyes and a cute small button nose.

I, on the other hand was a lot taller standing at 6ft 2. I was always naturally a big build but over the years some of the muscles I had turned to fat and I was tipping the scales at 250lbs but I still didn’t look in bad shape.

My day at work was the norm really. I worked in a busy bank in the city. It wasn’t really the job I imagined I would be doing when I was a kid but the money was good and I didn’t really have to do much to earn it. Sam worked in a down town bakery where they made the best cakes and pastries around. It was probably one of the main contributes to her massive weight gain.

When I finished work I made the short walk to the bakery to meet her. By this time I’d forgotten all about this morning but she obviously hadn’t. “Hi Cutie, how was your day” I asked. “Why do you care? All you care about is how much weight I’ve put on and what I look like the whole time and I’m sick of it” she replied. I was always a smooth talker and managed to worm my way out of the argument by a peace offering of taking her to dinner.

We ended up going to the Spanish restaurant down the road. The food was pretty good, the portions were huge and it was stumbling distance to home so I could have a drink. The place always had nice feel about it too. When you walked in there was always an overwhelming aroma of the various meats and seafood cooking on the grill. It had long large tables to accommodate crowds of people. For some reason it always reminded me of when I was young and on holiday with my family. We would spend long hot days at the beach then go to a nice seafood place in the evening and the restaurant would always have that same fresh food aroma. It was probably those memories that brought me back to the place for the past 7 years.

It was pretty busy that night. We ordered our food and they warned us there could be a bit of a wait but gave us a complimentary bottle of wine to make up for it. They weren’t kidding either, 45 minutes later I was 2 large glasses of wine down and already starting to get a bit tipsy. The waiter walked past and said the food was on its way and asked “More drinks sir?” and another bottle of wine was ordered.

The food came along with the wine and as usual was good. I was stuffed but Sam carried on eating as if it was going to be her last meal. By the time she finished her belly was pushing the seams of her dress to their limit and she sat there looking happy but slightly uncomfortable with the amount of food she just eaten. It was at that point looking back I realised ordering the second bottle of wine was a mistake. I looked across the restaurant and saw a huge mountain of a lady. She was dressed in a black dress the size of a tent with a dark, flowery, scarf falling about her shoulders and back beneath long brown hair. She was sat by herself; her table couldn’t be seen with all the small tapas style plates covering it. Her belly pressed tightly against the table and her enormous breasts completely hung over. It looked like she would be wedged in-between the table and the wall forever the way things were going. She looked over at me and saw me staring in astonishment at her and gave me a rude look. At this I turned my attention back at Sam. “You’re so embarrassing Ben. That lady new you were staring at her eating. How do you think she feels?”, “well maybe she shouldn’t be eating all that food if she’s that fat. If you’re not careful you’ll end up that size you know.” Sam started to cry and got up and left the restaurant and screamed at me not to follow her.

I paid for the food and decided to polish off the bottle of wine at the bar. I was sat there thinking about what I had said to Sam and how I wished we could think the same way about her gaining weight when I saw the Fat lady struggling to get up from her seat. It looked liked it took all of her energy to firstly stand up then she had to wait for a few seconds to catch her breath and eventually she swayed her arms to start her waddle to the front door. Again she caught me staring and gave me that same look again and started to walk over to me.