Addicted To Curves (Chapter 6)

Chapter 6

In mid April of the following year, Ashley was sprawled out on the sofa in the basement of Chad’s parent’s house. It was just the two of them, as they had snuck away from his agent and the commotion upstairs. The wall mounted flat screen was playing coverage of the NFL draft and Chad brought another slice of pizza to Ashley’s eagerly awaiting lips.

She took a big bite and stared at the TV. “Mmm, (chew, chew) why didn’t you want to go to this (chew) thing again?”

Chad leaned against her, gently running his free hand over the silky soft skin of her thigh. “Because I didn’t want to just sit there waiting with the cameras analyzing my every move. It could be pretty awkward and embarrassing if I fall to the second round. I’ve already seen Aaron Rogers and Brady Quinn go through stuff like that and I’m not interested.”

Ashley finished chewing then let out a deep sigh. She had been coming to the conclusion that life was nothing more than a big fun game. It was less than two years ago that she decided to let herself go, gain weight, and pull Chad away from Kennedy, and now there she was with her ass spreading across an entire couch cushion, being fed and doted on by him like a princess, while he was on the cusp of becoming a multimillionaire.

He fed her another bite.

“Oooh, (chew) I think you made the right choice,” she said. “This is more fun anyway.”

Chad’s eyes diverted from the sensual movement of her lips, to the TV screen as something caught his attention. “Hang on I wanna hear what he’s saying.” He handed her the rest of her pizza slice, grabbed the remote and turned up the volume.

“With Kenny Pickett now taken by Houston,” one of the talking heads from ESPN said. “I still have two quarterbacks left with first round grades, Matt Corral out of Ole Miss, and Chad Forman from Arizona State.”

Ashley sat up a little. “Omigod!”

The talking head went on and he spoke quickly as if he had to jam in all his information before an impending commercial break. “It’s my belief that Washington will take a quarterback at 12, and the Saints will take one at 18 if they don’t trade down. Now Corral has the most upside but in my opinion, Forman is still the most polished and NFL ready quarterback left on the board. He’s a confident young man. You can see it just by looking at his beautiful girlfriend. I know it can be a controversial topic, but confident men aren't afraid to ask out the prettiest girl in the room. Take one look at his girlfriend and tell me the kid isn’t just oozing confidence, I mean, goodness. He’s a baller, a gamer and a great leader of men, which is exactly what these two franchises need at the quarterback position, right now.”

Chad spun his head toward Ashley. “He was talking about you!” He turned the volume back down. “Is that true?”

Ashley gazed at him with a coy smile. Ever since she was caught on national television making out and getting groped by the MVP of the Pac-12 championship game, she had become a minor media sensation. Since then, images of her and Chad had circled around the internet and she had become known as Chad Forman’s hot and uber thick girlfriend, getting as much attention and gossip over her abundant curves and her weight, as she did for her beauty. “What?”

Chad smiled and mimicked the guy on TV. “I must be a confident young man in order to land a girl like you?”

Ashley shifted her hips on the leather cushion provocatively, then took another bite of her pizza. “Yeah (chew, chew) it’s true. So you better not ever lose..mmm.. (chew) your confidence.”

“Shit.” It suddenly dawned on Chad that he only had a couple potential landing spots left if he was going to be a first round pick, and he was afraid that if he had to drag Ashley to some city she didn’t like, she might leave him. At least he knew Atlanta was out.

“What?”

He cleared his throat. “Would you rather live in DC, or New Orleans?”

She shrugged apathetically, then placed the last of the pizza slice between her lips. “Enhh, (chew, chew) I don’t know, I think I’m more of a west coast girl.”

Chad moved closer and his hands went back to fondling her thighs. “If it was up to you where would you want to go?”

She thought for a moment. “Mmm…Las Vegas.”

“Really?”

She batted her eyelashes at him seductively. “Yeah, (gasp) they have so many good restaurants.”

He smiled. “So it’s just all about the food for you, is that it?”

“Well, maybe.” She gazed at him with an expression that was so cute, it nearly took his breath away. She placed her hand on her ass and gave it a wobbly shake. “Why is that a problem?”

His eyes drew down, then up. Her body was such a marvel to him, and it was obvious that she had gotten considerably bigger over the past few months. She looked like she was ready for an Instagram photoshoot. Her thick blonde hair was down and it tumbled past her still petite and narrow shoulders in waves. Her makeup was smokey and glamorous, her full lips were a glossy pink and her body was sparsely covered in nothing but textured pink boyshorts and a matching crop top.

She was a total knock-out and she was curvier and more beautiful than Chad thought it was possible for a woman to be. But, along with being curvy she was also enormous. One glance at her exposed legs made her most recent weight gain indisputable. In fact, she had become so huge and bottom heavy that just one of her thighs had a bigger circumference than her waist.

She was completely addicted to food, and completely addicted to the intoxicating power she possessed in the form of her ever widening hips and expanding ass. It was a snowball effect. The more she ate, the more she wanted to eat and the more she needed to eat. She was over 300 pounds now, and her measurements were 45-32-60, but Chad doubted that she’d be able to maintain that size for very long, not with the way she’d been going.

Her waist was still slim due to her multiple surgical procedures, but she had such an excess of fat on her body that even her belly was beginning to swell again, and she thought it might be time for another little follow up appointment, just to tighten up a bit and perhaps lipo out the area around her neck to regain the slightly more defined jawline she had a few months ago. Money was a nonissue, as the popularity of her Onlyfans had skyrocketed, much like her weight.

She reached over and lifted his chin up so that he was looking at her face instead of her cavernous cleavage. Even the touch of her hand seemed to send a wondrous and tingly chill down his spine. “Earth to Chad. Is that a problem?”

He smirked and shook his head. “What, that it’s just all about the food with you? No, not a problem at all.”

She leaned closer, put her lips to his ear and lowered her voice to a slow and sensual whisper. “Mmm..are you afraid my ass will just keep getting fatter and fatter if we move to Vegas?”

He gasped with arousal, then shook his head again. “I’m not afraid.”

She glanced at him knowingly, then angled herself forward and grabbed her bottle of double chocolate stout from the coffee table. Her hips seemed to expand in width when she bent forward like that and it caused her shirt to ride up, leaving her lower back exposed. She took a slow sip from her beer, then set it back down. “You like it don’t you?”

Chad looked back into her eyes. “What?”

“The idea of it.”

“What do you mean?” He took another warm and gooey slice of pizza and brought it toward her lips. She ate.

“The (chew, chew) idea of you, (gasp) taking me out to dinner (chew) every night after your football practice, while my ass just keeps (chew, munch) getting fatter and fatter and fatter.”

He gulped nervously. “I love the idea of everything that involves you and me.”

She leaned, and whispered in his ear again. “Stop being ashamed of being a heterosexual man with sexual desires. Stop being ashamed of the fact that you like seeing my ass get bigger. Own it, admit it, and enjoy it. Otherwise what’s to prevent me from being ashamed of my own curves, or my own desires?”

“Does it turn you on, being fed pizza like this?” He gave her another bite.

“Mmhmm, (chew) it turns me on (chew) a lot. It turns me on, knowing how much it turns you on.”

“I guess I’ll just have to keep on feeding you then.”

“Good, because I really don’t think I could stop eating at this point. Food just makes me feel so good, and I know you want to make me feel good, right?”

“Right.” He gazed longingly at her, and noticed that her gorgeous eyes looked tired, and a little red. “Did you take another edible?”

She smirked at him coyly. “Maybe.”

“You’re such a bad girl.”

“But you like me that way don’t you.”

“I do.” He fed her another bite.

“Mmm..(chew) you better.” She adjusted her posture, slowly sliding hips toward him and twisting her back so that her ass was pressed against his pelvis. “Although (chew, chew) if I keep eating like this, my butt will get so fat that I won’t even be able to fit through the doors of the house you’re gonna buy me.”

He smiled and lifted a wisp of hair away from her face, all the while pressing his throbbing erection into her monstrous ass, right between her cheeks. “Too bad Las Vegas already has a quarterback.”

“Oh yeah, what’s that guy’s name again?”

He looked at her inquisitively, before feeding her again. “Derek Carr?”

“That’s right (chew) Derek Carr, he follows me on Instagram.”

“He does?”

“Yeah.” She finished chewing and licked her lips. “But a lot of guys follow me on Instagram.” Chad’s phone rang on the coffee table. “You better get that.”

He pried his eyes away from her and answered the call, suddenly remembering its possible importance.

“Hello? Yes, this is Chad Forman.” He listened and nodded his head a few times before his face erupted in a huge smile. “Thank you so much sir, I couldn’t be more excited to get started. Yeah, okay, thank you sir.”

Ashley sat up in attention.“What?”

His smile widened. “We gotta get upstairs and celebrate.”

“Why?”

He stared at her for a moment, unable to hide his excitement. His phone slipped from his grasp and fell to the floor. “That was Josh McDaniels. I’ve just been drafted by the Las Vegas Raiders.”

The door at the top of the stairs opened and the voice of Chad’s father was heard. “Chad, Ashley! Get on up here, I think something’s about to happen.”

“Yeah coming!” Chad said, still smiling.

Ashley couldn’t hide her excitement either. She pressed her hand against the armrest of the sofa in an effort to sit up. “Oooff, omigod,” she said. “I think you’re (gasp) going to need to push (huff) me up those stairs baby. I’m so stuffed.”

He leaned in and kissed her on the lips. “You mean like with my hands on your ass?”

“Mmhmm.”

He stood and held out his arms. “Okay baby, let’s go.” He hoisted her to her feet and let her body press into him. Her boobs were huge and firm, but the rest of her felt deliciously soft.

She turned and looked at the coffee table, then discreetly picked a wedgie out of her butt. “Don’t forget the pizza lover boy.”

“I’ll get it in a sec, first we need to get you up those stairs.”

He led her to the stairwell, then got behind and placed both hands on each of her oversized butt cheeks. His strong fingers sunk into her blubbery flesh as he leaned forward and pushed her massive booty. It was equally a sexy little ritual as it was a necessity, because hauling all that weight up those steps on her own would’ve left Ashley exhausted and completely winded.

He gazed up at the sheer enormity of her ass as it wobbled and gyrated back and forth with each of her overly feminine movements. Her thighs were thunderous and gigantic and rubbed together like overstuffed sausages fighting for space. It amazed him that despite their tremendous size, her thighs were still perfectly tanned and had somehow remained free of any trace of cellulite or dimples.

The wooden stairs creaked and groaned with each weighty and arduous step and Chad could hear that she was already breathing heavily from the effort. When they reached the doorway at the top he noticed that her hips were now so wide she had to turn sideways to squeeze through, and it occurred to him that perhaps she wasn’t kidding about not being able to fit through doors if she didn’t make some drastic changes to her eating habits. Based on how lazy she’d become recently, he figured that wasn’t likely to happen anytime soon. He admired her amazing ass again and smiled. Just the sight of her aroused in him a multitude of thoughts and he thought he had a very exciting future ahead of him.

She struggled to catch her breath for a moment, then turned. “Okay (gasp, pant) now run back down and (burp) bring the rest of (gasp, huff) that pizza.”

The End