Chapter 1

She lay back on the sofa propped up by pillows, absentmindedly eating a box of chocolates and half watching television. A commercial showed young energetic adults frolicking on a beach. It reminded her of how lazy she had become. Lazy and very, very fat.

But some small part of her was horrified at just how fat and lazy she’d become and for some perverse reason, that made her tingle.

Her body billowed gently around her with her plush, pillowy belly pushing out and supporting her big marshmallow boobs; her wide plush bottom and fat thighs spreading out under and before her.

She used to care about her then athletic body, hitting the gym almost every day for aerobics and strength training and eating carefully so she could stay lean. Had it not been for a very wicked fantasy of hers and meeting him, she might still be that way. She smiled, thinking how little she really cared about that now, and picked up the phone to order a couple of large, loaded pizzas.

Being fat and lazy turned her on so much she would make herself cum several times a day, usually after stuffing herself silly in front of the television. Then he would come home in the evening and after kissing and fondling her fat hips, ass and belly, would ask her what she did that day. She would typically reply, “Not much,” and look down or away exposing some chubby roll of hers as she did. He would then harangue her, saying she probably did nothing but lay around watching television and stuffing herself. Sometimes he would say how he couldn’t believe how much she had let herself go and get so fat and out of shape. He would usually grab some fat part of her and say, "Look at yourself! You disgust me. You have really let yourself go!" He would then go into the kitchen and in seeming anger, get a mixing bowl, fill it with ice cream, several handsful of nuts and covered in fudge. Coming back, he would thrust it at her say, “You want to be fat? Then gobble this up, piggy!” She would start eating it and he’d stand over her and tell her to eat faster, sometimes taking the big spoon from her and feeding her so fast she could barely swallow in time. She would soon end up gorged on ice-cream, with some of it smeared around her mouth and chubby cheeks and some having run down her double chin.

He’d then roughly take off her dressing gown and hungrily look at her, pushing her in front of the full-length mirror and standing behind her say, “Look at yourself!” He’d then greedily massage her fat breasts, then her belly, hips and thighs and tell her how fat she was getting. He would then reach between her legs and feel how very plump and very wet she was. They would then end up on the floor and fuck madly till they had crashing orgasms together.