Plumper Fiction

(The votes were clear, most of you want a sequel to Plump Fiction so I gave it a try. I don't have anything finished yet. This is just a snippet of an idea and what I have so far. Feel free to comment on where you'd the story to go next, likes and dislikes. Thanks!)

Chapter 1

Lena prepared breakfast.

She piled the large plate with two full circular waffles indented into segments of four, drenched in melted butter and strawberry syrup. She pulled the pie sized bacon cheddar quiche out of the oven, cut a slice and plopped it on a smaller plate, then grabbed a big tall glass and drew her attention to making the beverage.

The recipe had to be just right or Nicole would throw a fit. Two inches of cold brew, two pumps of chocolate syrup, two pumps of toffee syrup, a healthy pour of Baileys, (Lena had secretly been adding more and more in the last few months) stirred well and topped off with about 4 inches of half and half. It was more sugar, alcohol and cream than it was a morning coffee drink, and Lena couldn’t believe that someone would actually start their day this way, everyday, but what Niciole demanded, Nicole received. The amounts of butter and sugar that she consumed on a daily basis was unbelievable to Lena. That’s not to even mention the orange juice and champagne mimosa that also always needed to be included with this ridiculously lavish meal.

This was Nicole’s breakfast every morning, and it had been for basically the entire year that Lena had been working for the Rollands. She had been hired back when James started doing consultant work for tech companies, not that he needed the money, it was more just to get out of the house and keep from going stir crazy.

Nicole on the other hand had become more of a homebody than ever, after all she lived in a very nice house, and leaving and getting out had become more of an effort than it was worth a lot of the time. She preferred that people to come to her, and grew accustomed to having her manicures and pedicures, facials and makeup and hairstyling, all done without having to so much as step one foot out her front door.

The past 5 years had certaining taken their toll on Nicole’s figure. Her weight had settled in the 450 pound range for a while, which at first seemed so shockingly huge that she vowed to slim down no matter what. As the months passed however, she began to justify everything to herself. Like: ‘I’m really not that big’, ’why shouldn’t I have another glass of wine’, ‘I really don’t eat that much’, ‘I like being extra curvy...and I know James loves it, so who cares’, ’It just feels so sexy being super full all the time’, ‘I need a big breakfast, it’s the most important meal of the day’, It’s so unhealthy to starve yourself’, ‘I can’t help it everything goes to my ass...it’s just my body type’, and so on.

As a result, and with the insatiable appetite spikes and emotional eating that came with multiple failed attempts at quitting smoking, 450 pounds eventually turned to 480 pounds without her taking much notice. Another year went by and 480 turned to 500, which sent her into a panicked frenzy for a few months, but she tended to cope with it by binging on pizza and Doordash fast food deliveries. Therefore, another year and another 20 pounds or so, then an additional 15 or 20 the following year, then, deciding she felt sexier than ever, just letting go completely. There were still moments of going back and forth between worrying about her weight, to loving what she saw in the mirror, but with the way James couldn’t keep his hands or eyes off her, her worries dissolved into blissful self adoration.

Also, she became lazier and lazier, and with her naturally petit feminie body carrying around so much weight, she got more and more sedentary, and the more sedentary she got, the more easily the pounds piled on, especially with her overindulgent eating habits. It got to the point where she was starting to need help with the smallest of tasks, and she, again justified hiring help because that’s just what wealthy people do, it had nothing to do with being fat.

Lena seemed like a godsend. James and Nicole didn’t call her a housekeeper, her job description was Nicole’s assistant. The Rollands did have a team of maids that came twice a week to clean, but it was Lena who cooked, did a lot of the grocery shopping, made the appointments and helped Nicole achieve her every whim. Lena quickly found out that the more sugary fatty baked goods, and desserts she bought, the more quickly Nicole seemed to consume them, which only made her want to buy more.

Lena walked into the huge master bedroom and drew up the blinds. She turned to Nicole, who was sleeping on her back, a big mound, rising and falling with each labored breath beneath the comforter and silk sheets. The light flooded into the room and Nicole slowly opened her eyes. She squirmed and struggled to sit up a little. Lena helped her remove the CPAP mask for her sleep apnea and took it away. Nicole gasped, blinked several times, rubbed her eyes and nose and let out a cute drawn out yawn, her open mouth forcing rolls of chins in her neck. Her tits were so huge they looked like they could suffocate her in her sleep.

Lena came back with the cigarettes and stuck one between Nicole’s lips and lit it for her with a bic lighter. Nicole blew thick grey smoke into the room as she brushed back her long soft hair, reached for the remote on the end table and turned on the flat screen. She tried to sit up some more and Lena propped pillows against the headboard behind her back.

“Need my coffee bad this (cough) morning...my head hurts,” she whined in a weak murmur of a voice.

“Coming…” Lana said as she exited the room.

She returned seconds later with the big bed tray filled with the food and drinks and Nicole scooted backwards on the plush king size mattress as it depressed and sank significantly from her weight and girth. The breakfast tray was made especially wide, custom built so the stands could prop down on either side of Nicole's enormous thighs.

She took a long sip of the coffee drink through a straw, and then took the aspirin that Lena left for her next to the fork and plate of waffles. Lena looked at her as if she was waiting her approval.

“Mmmm...coffee's good, (pant) just maybe a little more chocolate next time,” Nicole said.

“I can get more now.”

“No it’s okay, I can feel my (cough) headache going away already.”

She finished her cigarette quickly, then plowed through the waffles and quiche like she was on autopilot and ate and drank until everything was gone.

“Mmm...ohhh (pant, hiccup) okay, I need to pee,” she said as Lena took away the tray.

Nicole shifted and flondered forward, swinging her legs over the side of the bed just as Lena reentered the room.

“Do you need help?” Lena asked.

“Ohh..no, don’t (gasp) be silly.” She rolled her eyes and stretched her toes toward the carpet. The mattress sagged and groaned beneath as she shimmied her huge hips closer to the edge. She gasped and teetered forward. “Ohhh...uh, god, ehh, uhh!”

The exerion of getting to her feet left her breathless and she steadied herself against the windowsill.

She caught her breath for a moment then went to the bathroom, lowering herself on the toilet seat with the help of metal sidebars that James had installed a few years prior. They had become necessary for her to get back to her feet when she was finished.

She flushed, heaved herself up and adjusted her pink panties back into place. She washed her hands and face and gazed in the mirror, rubbed her tired eyes a little and brushed back her hair.

She was 35 now but she showed no signs of aging. Her skin was still flawless and radiant, and yes she may have gotten her lips done once or twice, and had a little help from botox to dissolve any possible lines in her forehead, but she really didn’t need it, it was mostly just for her own vanity and piece of mind. When your body fat percentage was as high as her’s, there’s basically no room for wrinkles, another perk to gaining weight in Nicole’s mind.

She was breathing hard and took a cigarette out of the half full pack (there were packs of smokes scattered everywhere around the house these days) and lit with the lighter that was left next to it on the bathroom counter.

She took a step back and collapsed into the big comfy chair that was placed against the wall facing the mirror. She smoked and tried to catch her breath for several minutes and flicked ash into the small bowl that was placed on the stand next to the chair. “Okay...I’m ready,” she said in a loud and breathy voice.

Lena came in and prepared a toothbrush and handed it to her. Lena brought a small mixing bowl for her to spit in (just so she didn’t have to stand up) and gave her a cup of water to rinse her mouth when she was finished. All of this was going on while Nicole still had a cigarette between her chubby fingers.

She rocked forward and huffed to her feet, frantically fanning herself with her hand. She slowly swayed and wiggled into the living room. Her thighs had become so massive that it was difficult to walk to without waddling slightly like a penguin, and by the time she collapsed on the couch she was gasping for breath as if she had just ran a marathon.

Lena handed her a venti caramel frappuccino, a bacon egg and gouda breakfast sandwich, and the rest of the Starbucks bag filled with chocolate croissants and double chocolate brownies. It was all part of Nicole’s routine, fast food doordash delivery every morning after breakfast.

Nicole took another puff on her cigarette and then put it out in the ashtray on the coffee table. She then dove into her little bong that Lena had already prepared with fresh pungent herbage. She inhaled with a long bubbly suck, then set it down and wheezed and coughed uncontrollably. The living room flat screen was already set to CSI: Vegas, and Nicole drew her attention to her still hot and steamy sandwich.

Lena gazed at her with a slight look of disgust as she shoved food in her mouth like a robot. She knew this whole routine was ridiculous and unhealthy for anyone, but it was a routine that Nicole was very accustomed to, and probably addicted to. Lena was very well paid, and she didn’t mind pampering and enabling Nicole in her lifestyle, she just wondered how long it could last.

It was obvious to Lena that Nicole was a very beautiful woman, and she understood why James was so attracted to her. She was every bit the former model that let herself go. The pouty damsel in distress attitude, the enormous tits, the huge wide hips and the enormous ass, with a chubby, yet still somehow incredibly gorgeous face to match. But Lena knew that there had to be a point where it was all just too much of everything, and she was wondering if Nicole had already surpassed that point. After all, from her perspective, this was beyond Nicole just letting herself go. This was the American obese housewife stereotype going off the rails into complete excess. This was food addiction. This was gluttony, sloth, and extreme opulence. The world was full of poor, hungry and even starving people, and here you have a greedy bimbo with hundreds of pounds to spare and she still can’t stop stuffing her face.

Lena may not have thought much of Nicole but she thought the world of James. James was the sole reason (aside from the nice paycheck) that she continued to do what she did. On paper it was a dream job. Coming from an Armenian family that had to scrape and hustle for everything they earned, Lena had it easy. The problem was that as Nicole’s lazy behavior began to wear on her in the past several months, she found that she had developed an infatuation with James.

James was a fit, handsome and charming guy and Lena found him to be incredibly attractive. She almost felt bad for him, and she longed to steal him away and free him of the burdens of having a fat helpless wife. But James seemed so dedicated to Nicole, and it made her jealous. She thought that if she kept feeding and enabling Nicole that way she had been, it was only a matter of time before James would lose interest, and his eyes would wander toward her, and the dark haired beauty that she was. Nicole would get so fat that she might not be able to walk. After all, who would want to be married to a woman who let herself get so big that she can’t even get out of bed?

Lena was indeed an attractive woman. 29 years old, 5 foot 3 inches tall and around 150 pounds of nothing but curves. She knew that James had his preferences and he definitely had a type. He was an ass man, (one look at his wife and that fact was obvious) and Lena, (although tiny compared to Nicole) had a booty for days. Knowing this, she had intentionally put on a good 20 pounds in the past half year or so, hoping a little extra heft to her booty might get his attention. It wasn’t like gaining weight was a difficult thing to do when you’re Nicole’s personal assistant, and Lena had no trouble packing some extra junk in her trunk, with her body type and figure.

“You can go (chew, chew) home whenever. James has a short day,” Nicole said between bites of brownies.

“I know, just thought I’d stick around until he gets here,” Lena said. “Make sure you have everything you need.”

“Why don’t you sit (munch, chew) and eat something, join me. Take a break.”

Lena looked down at Nicole and narrowed her focus. Her thighs and hips were so big that they took up more than one couch cushion, it was almost unbelievable how wide she was. Her legs would probably look even bigger if it wasn’t for that exorbitant double belly that oozed and protruded out in front of her like a massive tub of jello, so beyond big that it made her white camisole look like a bra. “I don’t think you’re paying me for that.”

“I am now.” Nicole plopped the last of the brownie between her lips and tried to adjust her posture, her massive arms wobbling madly in the process. “Come on (chew) seriously, grab that cake out of the fridge and let’s have some with a couple glasses of champagne.”

“You’re not serious.”

Nicole twirled her hair in her finger and rolled her eyes. “Yes I am serious, omigod, let’s just (cough) like relax until James gets here.”

Lena sighed. “Okay.”

She went to the kitchen and came back several moments later with two slices of cheesecake and two glasses of sparkling white wine. It was only 11:30 am, but for Nicole this type of thing was very normal, and Lena was just doing her job so she was able to justify it to herself.

“God I love cake,” Nicole said after a few bites.

Lena finished chewing. “Yeah, this is super tasty. Probably will go straight to my...butt…” She immediately regretted saying that, considering how fat Nicole was.

“Oh please, if I was as skinny as you I’d eat cake every day.”

Lena giggled to herself, and thought about how Nicole...already ate cake everyday. “Ummm, yeah….”

“It’s just..mmm..(chew) so good.”

Just as Nicole finished speaking and shoving another big forkful of decadent dessert into her mouth the sofa let out an alarming squeaky groan.

Lena turned and could actually see Nicole’s ass sinking deeper into the cushion. “Whoa…”

There was a loud snap that almost sounded like a balloon being popped and Nicole’s butt shot downward and her knees were forced up toward her huge tits. “Omigod! Ohhh...fuck me!” Nicole screamed.

Lena quickly set her plate down and jolted to her feet. “Holy shit! Ummm are you okay?”

Nicole’s ass looked like it might be close to touching the floor with the cushion beneath her and her fat little feet and toes were wiggling in the air. The couch was totally broken. “I don’t (gasp, wheeze) think so...I can’t…(pant)uhhh...I can’t move!”

“Give me your plate.” Lena said in a panicked voice as she took Nicole's nearly empty dish and put it on the coffee table. She reached out her hands, grabbing firmly to Nicole’s pillowly wrists. “Here...umm….try to uhhh...rock forward!” Nicole squirmed and Lena fought to pull as hard as she could.

“Ehh…(pant, gasp)omigod…” Nicole gasped. She wasn’t budging at all. Lena had no leverage with Nicole in her fetal-like position and she was just so incredibly heavy. “I don’t think (gasp, pant) this is going (cough) to work.”

Lena had no idea what to do, but thankfully the sound of footsteps could be heard from outside and the front door opened. James walked in.

“Oh...thank god (pant) baby! We need your help!” Nicole yelped. “I think the couch is broken.”

James’ eyes went wide. Of all things he expected to see when he got home, this was not one of them. His wife looked stuck and completely helpless. He set his laptop satchel down in the foyer and rolled up the long sleeves of his shirt to his elbows. He glanced at Lena and saw the frightened look on her face. He walked forward.

“Don’t worry baby I got ya,” he said as he clasped his wife’s soft little hands. “Lena, can you steady her from the back?”

“Uh, yeah.”

“I’m gonna lift you, and Lena is gonna push you from behind okay?”

“Okay,” Nicole said meekly.

“One, two, three up!”

Nicole's face went flush as her body tilted forward. Her knees unbent and her toes hit the carpet. Her giant boobs and belly squished into James like a freight train of pillows. “Ooohh!” she squealed.

James held her tight, although he could no longer reach his arms all the way around her. “I got ya, I got ya, you’re okay.”

“Omigod, (gasp) I need to sit down,” Nicole pleaded breathlessly.

James turned around and scoured the living room. Not wanting to repeat what just happened he used his best judgement as to which seating area would be the strongest.  “Ummm...here you can sit here.”

Nicole collapsed into the big leather recliner, her hips were too wide for it but she managed to squeeze in, albeit somewhat lopsided at first from the armrest. Still catching her breath she reached out her arm toward the pack of cigarettes on the coffee table. “I need a….ehh..”

James grabbed one and stuck it between her lush, panting lips, and lit it for her. “Here ya go baby, are you alright?”

“Yeah…” she purred as she smoked and glared at the broken and sunken looking leather sectional. “God that couch (gasp, pant) is a piece of (cough) shit!”

James knew that the $40,000 sofa was as high quality and strong as they come but he said: “Yeah, I’m sorry, well get a new one, a really good one.”

“It’s so stupid, (cough) we weren’t even doing anything, (gasp, wheeze) we were just having some cake!” Nicole said.

“It’s okay not your fault.”

Nicole continued to puff away with a worried and annoyed look on her flush face. “Give me my champagne please,” she whined. “Uhh...we should sue them for making such shitty furniture, someone (pant) could get hurt on that thing.”

Lena bent over and grabbed the bottle of champagne, giving James a primetime view of her growing ass in the process. She refilled Nicole’s glass and brought it to her and Nicole gulped it down in one big sip like she was dying of thirst.

“I’m sorry about all this Mr. Rolland,” Lena said.

“It’s okay, things happen, but please I keep telling you, call me James.”

“Okay...James.”

“Are you going to stay for lunch?” Nicole asked from her throne of a seat.

Lena turned to her. She could tell the alcohol was beginning to take an effect on her by her slightly slurred speech. “I really should be going.”

“No please, stay, I insist,'' James said.

Chapter 2

Lena was driving Nicole’s Cadillac XT4. She noticed that Nicole, who was sitting in the passenger’s seat, was fidgeting and breathing heavily. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah, just feel (cough, gasp) so crammed,” Nicole wheezed as she struggled to lean forward a little and ash her cigarette.

She definitely looked crammed, in more ways than one. Over 500 pounds of curves and fat overflowing in every direction from the neck down. Dressed to the nines in a black minidress that was so tight, it showed off every roll, bulge and lump in her enormously billowing body; and with the way she was spilling out of either side of her seat - crammed was an understatement. Lena was beginning to understand why Nicole usually ordered a limo for her nights out, and didn’t leave the house as much these days. Just getting her ready was tricky. Shower, makeup, hair and outfit changes had left Nicole so out of breath that Lena feared she might pass out.

She pulled the vehicle as close to the entrance of Pallacades as she could. “Where’s your handicap thing?”

Nicole, still audibly wheezing, opened the glove compartment, (which wasn’t easy considering that her belly and breasts were nearly pressing against it) and handed her the paper permit. “Here.”

Lena hooked it over the rear view mirror then got out. She came around to the side and opened Nicole’s door. “Okay, ready?”

Nicole had a worried look on her chubby, heavily made up, yet still shockingly beautiful face. “Yeah.”

Lena helped her unbuckle her seatbelt extender and with much effort and struggle, assisted in bringing Nicole to her feet. The car seemed to spring upward after she got out.

Lena’s job had been getting more interesting as of late. She wasn’t sure if Nicole was just lonely or if she actually really enjoyed her company, but it seemed as if the two of them were becoming friends.

Lena was amazed by how huge Nicole looked, all dolled up, and equally amazed that she was actually wearing heels.

“How do you walk in those things?”

“Very, very (gasp) carefully.”

They wiggled slowly into the restaurant and Lena helped steady Nicole as they went. It had been nearly 3 months since the incident with the broken couch, and Lena swore Nicole looked even fatter now, although maybe it was just because of that tight dress.

Despite her judgements of how revealing and ridiculous Nicole looked, Lena herself was wearing a less than conservitive sheath, and she too had put on more weight. Most of it, much to her delight, had gone straight to her hips, and she noticed the way the heads turned after they entered the lobby.

They were led to their table by the hostess. It was a spot with a chair with no armrests so that Nicole could actually sit down. Lena noticed the cringe on the hostesses’ face as she watched Nicole struggle to get comfortable, as if she was worried the sturdy wooden seat wouldn’t hold her. She really could’ve used two chairs side by side to contain her massive ass and hips, but to ask such a request would be beyond embarrassing so she made due with one. Nicole was gasping for air from the short walk, and beads of sweat were forming on her forehead. Lena saw that a lot of the people (men especially) were staring at her. Many of them had uncomfortable and peculiar looks on their faces. It was obvious that Nicole was a woman of extreme natural beauty; just as it was obvious that she was morbidly and dangerously obese.

When the waitress came Nicole took charge and ordered two cocktails, a bottle of wine and half the appetizers on the menu. Calamari, veal osso buco ravioli, beef sliders, crab cakes, pretzel cheddar fondue bites, fried macaroni and cheese, and french fries for good measure. The slim waitress looked a little disgusted.

“Oohh..(pant) let’s have some fun tonight,” Nicole said after the starters arvided.

Lena was astonished by how many plates were on the table, but Nicole seemed to act like it was no big deal at all. She ate like a machine, like a woman who lived for nothing but food, and Lena found the whole display of excessive opulence and gluttony somewhat appalling. She was also a little unsure of how to act. She was supposed to be there as a friend, but she couldn’t shake the whole employee boss vibe that she manifested in her head.

Nicole finished her cocktail quickly, then poured herself a big glass of wine. “Come girl, relax (gasp, pant) and enjoy yourself,” she said.

Lena raised her eyebrows and shrugged. “Not fair, I’m the one who’s got to drive you home remember?”

Nicole smiled and took a big gulp of her wine as her breasts heaved. “Sucks to (pant) be you.”

Lena rolled her eyes and sucked on her straw. If Nicole was giving her permission, then who was she to protest? She dove into the fries and crab cakes and tried to keep up.

To Lena’s amazement they polished off all the appetizers and before she knew it it was time to order the main course.

Nicole got baked rigatoni as well as chicken fettuccini alfredo. Lena couldn’t believe that anyone could possibly still be hungry after already consuming so much food, but Nicole, not wanting to feel like a pig, insisted that she order something too.

Lena put her hand on her bloated belly and thought about James. She was pretty sure he had been looking at her differently since she’d put on weight. His stares seemed to linger a little longer, and his hugs seemed slightly more than friendly. Maybe she could try and push herself and really eat. She thought maybe the more she ate, the more Nicole would eat and drink, and she liked the idea of Nicole making a fool of herself getting even fatter than she already was. She was also beginning to enjoy fattening up herself, and letting go.

She ended up getting the filet mignon with mashed potatoes, and by the time both of them finished eating, Lena felt as though she couldn’t move.

Nicole was drunk and stuffed and began talking loudly and obnoxiously, her exposed upper arms jiggling like orbs of pudding as she spoke. The sight made Lena suddenly become self-conscious of her own arms, knowing how much softer they’d been getting. She noticed the people looking over at them whenever Nicole got too talkative, and she wondered what they were thinking. An overfed, spoiled pig, sitting on her widening ass, gorging herself fatter and fatter with rich expensive food and alcohol. She wondered if maybe some of them thought of herself as an overfed hog as well.

“Omigod, I don’t think I’ve (pant) ever pigged out this much in my life,” Lena said with labored breath. “I’ve gained so much weight in the last few months.”

Nicole smiled at her with sultry, glazy eyes. Her face was flush and she was struggling to breath and it looked as though she could explode out of her dress at any moment. “It’s sexy (pant, wheeze) isn’t it, looks good on you too.”

“Ooo...you really think so?”

Nicole slowly trickled her long pink fingernails over her heaving breasts. “Fuck yeah, (hiccup) bigger butt, (pant) bigger tits…”

Lena, feeling tipsy, couldn’t help but giggle. “Mmm...it makes me feel so naughty.”

“Imagine (pant, hiccup) how I feel.”

Lena stared at Nicole for a long moment. She was displaying so much cleavage between her enormous boobs that it was hard, even for her, to look away. “How much do you weigh?”

Lena was shocked that she actually asked her that question, and instantly realized that she was perhaps a little more inebriated than she thought.

Nicole smirked and fired back. “How much do you weigh?”

Lena let out a sigh of relief that her question didn’t seem to offend. “I don’t really know anymore, I was 125 for the longest time but I (gasp) know I’m a little bigger than that now.”

Nicole took another sip of wine then tried to pour more into her glass but the bottle was empty. “That’s it, when we (gasp, pant) get home we’re weighing ourselves.”

Lena broke into a sheepish smile. “Okay.”

“But first, (gasp, cough) dessert!”

Chapter 3

James was jolted from his quiet reading time by the sound of intoxicated chattering and thumping footsteps. The front door opened, and Lena and Nicole burst through, although for Nicole it was more of a squeeze.

“Hey (gasp, pant) Jamesypoo....did you miss me?” Nicole said, panting, as she struggled to put one tiny foot in front of the other.

“Omigod, I’ve never eaten so much in my life!” Lena said as she helped steady Nicole. “I can’t believe I drove.”

James stood up. “You drove?”

Lena’s eyes went wide for a second as she looked at James. “Yeah, how hell else were we supposed ta get back.” She gasped and had a sudden moment of sobriety. This was not like her at all. “Omigod, I’m so sorry I’m not myself right now.”

Nicole waddled forward, boobs, thighs and belly jiggling everywhere as she collapsed onto the fairly new, leather sofa. “Chill out (cough, gasp) James, she didn’t even (pant, wheeze) drink that much...at least compared to me...it doesnnn even matter...”

Lena put her hands to her face. “Oh god, I should probably go home.”

“No (gasp) way, stay!” Nicole said as she lay sprawled out on the couch like a beached whale, her enormous belly and tits heaving up and down with each labored breath. “Can you bring (gasp, pant) us some refreshments, (wheeze) lover boy?”

James observed his wife. Never before had he seen her look so unbelievably huge, and she was breathing so hard that worried for her health like he often did. His eyes also darted up and down Lena’s body as she stood there in his living room in that ridiculously tight dress. She too was looking bigger than he remembered, her ass was starting to get...well, fat. He noticed it especially as she sat next to Nicole on the couch, her hips spreading quite wide as she slowly bent her knees and lowered herself down. “Umm, okay...do you…”

“You know (pant, cough) what I like,” Nicole said as James shrugged, then headed for the kitchen. “Then we’re (wheeze) going to weigh ourselves.”

James opened a drawer and popped the cork on a bottle of champagne. “You’re what?”

He came quickly back to the sofa with two glasses in one hand and the bottle and third glass in the other.

“We ate (hiccup, gasp) so much...we want to see..ooo... what the damagezzz is,” Nicole said in a gasping slurred wheeze of a voice.

James put the glasses on the coffee table and filled each one with bubbly, then promptly went back to the kitchen.

“Uhh...fuck me...er...excuse me,” Lena said as she let out a cute little burp.

Nicole shimmied and struggled to sit up so she could reach her drink, Lena finally just handed it to her and then promptly drained her own beverage in one long gulp before quickly pouring herself more.

Nicole squished her lips together. “Jeez girl...someone (gasp) was thirsty.”

Lena scooted forward and arched her back. She leaned to her left and whispered in Nicole’s ear.  “I know...I’m just fucking nervous about being weighed in front of James, it feels so weird.”

“Oh don’t worry, (pant, wheeze) James getzz off on this stuff. Trust me, (cough) we’ve been married a long time.”

“Still, I’m not gonna (hiccup) do it sober.”

James came back from the kitchen and set a whole tray of assorted cookies from the local bakery, as well packaged donuts from Whole Foods that Lena had bought earlier.

“Oh yay!” Nicole said in a beathy squeal. “You got to (gasp, pant) try these, they're so bomb.”

Lena looked at the cookies and then at the donuts. She was amazed that Nicole still wanted to eat. It seemed crazy that even though she was beyond obese, she couldn’t go 5 minutes without stuffing some kind of fattening food between her lips.  Lena sighed and picked out one of the chocolate frosted donuts and took a bite, thinking it ironic that she had bought them to fatten up Nicole, and now there she was eating one herself.

James watched as the girls snacked, drank and giggled into fits of coughing, hiccups and burps. It never occurred to him that his wife might be a bad influence on Lena, but judging by the way her arms jiggled when she laughed and ate, it seemed clear that some of Nicole's habits had rubbed off on her. Lena had most certainly put on quite a few pounds, and James was curious to find out how much. It was obvious that both women were more than tipsy, so he decided to press his luck.

He went to the bathroom and came back into the living room with Nicole’s heavy duty taking scale. He placed it on the title floor, just on the edge of the carpet to the left of the sofa.

“Oh yay, (munch, chew) James brought the scale,” Nicole said with her mouth full of cookies. “Mmm...drink up (chew, chew) and let’s see what we weigh.”

“Holy shit,” Lena said under her breath before plopping the rest of her donut between her lips.

Nicole squirmed and rocked her massive body forward, struggling to adjust her posture. “James, (gasp, cough, cough) help me up!”

James bent over, unbuckled her tight heels that looked like they were cutting off the circulation to her cankles, then did as he was told, grabbing her by both hands, bending his knees and hoisting her to her feet. Once standing, she was winded and gasping uncontrollably and desperately fighting for breath as her huge belly and tits bounced into him like a massive wrecking ball of jelly-filled pillows. She bent over and took a donut form the coffee table and quickly took a bite. He steadied her and helped her wiggle around the couch.

She tapped her bare foot on the scale as she simultaneously chewed and battled to get air into her weakening lungs. “Hello,” said the scale’s electronic voice. “It’s ready.” Nicole took a deep breath, plopped the rest of the donut in her mouth, stepped on and let her incredible weight sink in as the scale creaked and groaned beneath. “589.8 pounds,” said the scale.

“Hohhh..my god,” Nicole said as she turned to James with her beautiful mouth and full lips agape. “589? Mmmm...baby, (wheeze, pant) I’m sorry but it looks (gasp, pant) like your little wife has gained some weight.” She grabbed her enormous belly with both of her tiny little manicured hands.  “Oh fuck me, (cough, pant, wheeze) I’m fucking almost 600 fucking pounds!”

James squeezed her cushy sides and gently kissed her soft, plush neck. “You’re sexier and more beautiful than ever babe.”

“Mmmmm...you’re fucking right (gasp) about that,” Nicole cooed as her head cocked back with the pleasure and excitement. She turned to Lena. “Okay (pant, gasp) your turn hot stuff, come (pant) on.”

Lena was shocked and bewildered by what she was witnessing. The whole concept was so bizarre she didn’t quite know what to make of it. She had no clue that this was something rich people did for fun. “Omigod.”

“Don’t be shy,” Nicole said as she toddled forward and collapsed deeper into her husband’s arms.

Lena took one more big sip of champagne then reluctantly rose to her feet. She looked at Nicole pensively, then tapped her foot on the scale.

“Hello,” said the electronic voice. “It’s ready.” Lena stepped on and bit her lip. “171.4 pounds.”

Lena gasped and her eyes went wide. “What the fuck?”

Nicole smiled and looked her up and down. “Oooo...girl you are (gasp, pant) starting to get...thickkkkk.”

“There’s no way I could’ve gained that much!”
“Oh please (pant, gasp) you’re such a tiny little thing, but whatever (pant) you’ve been doing, I’d say (wheeze) keep doing it cause it looks (huff) damn good on you,” Nicole said.

James kissed his wife’s neck again, then quickly and discreetly drew his gaze to Lena. Her short-skirted dress revealed much and left little to his imagination. In fact it seemed obvious to him that it was too small for her overly curvaceous body. The silky fabric was pulling tight around her full round hips and it clung close enough to her waist to expose the outline of a deep-set belly button. She looked incredibly voluptuous, so much T and A that it reminded him of the way Nicole looked around 12 years ago.

It was kind of crazy to James how much bigger Lena was compared to when he first hired her, and he could only wonder if this was the beginnings of something more, something special.

“I need to (pant) get off my feet,” Nicole whined. James led her back to the couch where it looked like her knees just buckled beneath her and she collapsed down in a hefty, clumsy huff. She looked up at him with pleading eyes. “Ehhh...give me a (cough, cough, pant) cigarette lover boy.”

James did as she asked and lit it for her.

Lena came back around and sat down as well. “Can I...let me try one too.”

Nicole smiled as she blew thick smoke into the room. “Ooohhh, look at you, (cough, wheeze) you bad girl!”

“Just one won’t hurt,” Lena said.

James handed her one, then lit it for her, just as he had done for his wife.

“Maybe you should sleep here tonight,” Nicole said.

Chapter 4

Lena was shocked and appalled by her own behavior. It was so unprofessional and it was so unlike her. What was she doing anyway? She was gaining weight, she was getting drunk and had even started smoking cigarettes on occasion. She had been spending so much time with Nicole that she was fearful she’d been picking up some of her bad habits.

But then there was James. James was the reason she continued to do what she did, at least that’s what she told herself. He was so hot, so kind and so charming. It was like she was becoming obsessed, to the point where she would go out of her way just to make sure she saw him everyday, and that he saw her.

She noticed the way he looked at her. That intense lingering stare that always seemed to find its way to her ass, and she was reveling in it. She was shocked that she was over 170 pounds though. That number seemed so big to her she could hardly believe it was real.

She arrived back at the Rolland house at her usual time of 10 in the morning. 10, used to seem so late, but lately she’d been finding it harder and harder to make it work on time. She had been drinking a lot with Nicole the past few days, but insisted on going home and sleeping in her own bed last night, the first time she had done so in a while. The last three days after stepping on the scale in front of James, had been like one big drunken party.

She sucked down the last of her Starbucks frappuccino and heaved herself out of her VW Jetta. Her black yoga pants felt too tight, and her ass seemed to bounce and jiggle a lot more than it used to. She was getting out of shape. By the time she typed in the code at the front door she was out of breath.

She placed the two grocery bags on the kitchen counter and got to work on making Nicole's breakfast. She stared at the box of donuts and, still feeling slightly hungover from last night’s escapades with Nicole she decided to have one.

It was so good. The sweet sugar hit her tongue and brain quickly, and it instantly made her feel a little better.

‘Ooo...I better be careful,’ she thought to herself. ‘If I keep eating like this I’m not going to be able to fit into these pants much longer.’

She finished cooking then proceeded to go through the whole routine of getting Nicole out of her CPAP, out of bed and to the bathroom. She noticed that Nicole seemed more out of breath than ever lately. It had gotten so bad that Lena was constantly fearful that she could pass out at any moment.

“I think I’ll (pant, wheeze) have my breakfast on the (pant) couch today,” Nicole said somewhat sheepishly. “It’s just a little easier (huff, gasp) to sit down there.”

Lena nodded and helped steady her toward the living room. Walking had become so difficult that she actually had to stop halfway down the hall to catch her breath, and by the time she collapsed onto the sofa she was completely winded.

Lena quickly brought the alcohol and sugar infused iced coffee to quench her burning throat, and then her usual breakfast of waffles, quiche and bacon.

“That was (gasp) pretty fun last night,” Nicole said as her heart rate finally began to slow. “I don’t even (pant) remember going to bed.”

“Yeah, but I really shouldn’t be doing that. I mean I am supposed to be your employee.”

Nicole fought her enormous belly to lean forward, then took a big bite of her waffles. “Oh please. (munch, chew) You don’t need to feel like that, I..mmm (chew) enjoy your company.”

Lena let out a sigh. “Uhhh...I’m still fucking hungover.”

“Why don’t you (chew, chew) eat breakfast too, it will make you (pant) feel better.”

Lena stared at Nicoles thighs. She was still in just her panties so they were completely exposed. Just one of her thighs was as fat as obese person’s body. Each was developing rolls on top of rolls, and there was so much fat on them Lena couldn’t tell where knees were, where her thighs ended and her shins began. It was somehow mezerming. “I already went to Starbucks on my way here.”

Nicole rolled her eyes. “Come on, (gasp) eat with me! I insist!”

Lena pursed her lips in thought for a moment. There was still more food in the kitchen and she did feel pretty hungry. She got up and did as suggested, returning to the sofa moments later with a plate of waffles and a slice of quiche.

“Omigod I’m gonna get so fat if I keep doing this,” Lena said after sitting down.

Nicole forked more food between her lips and then patted her belly. “And what’s (chew, chew) wrong with that?”

“Oh god, I’m, I didn’t mean…”

“It’s okay, I know I’m (gasp, wheeze) super fat, but I’m okay with it,” Nicole said. “I actually really (pant) love it...most days.”

“What do you love about it?”

“I don’t know...people say fat (chew, chew) like it’s a bad word or something and it’s not,” Nicole said. “I just think the worst thing (pant) you can do is beat yourself up about it.”

“Yeah, I know what you mean.”

“I wasn’t always fat you know.” Nicole put her fork down and took a big sip of her coffee drink. “In high school I was (pant) 130 pounds.”

Lena had seen the pictures around the house from when Nicole was younger. She was so beautiful back then, still was really. Lena was constantly amazed by how gorgeous and naturally stunning Nicole’s face was, even at her colossal weight. “When did you…”

Nicoled sucked down the rest of her drink and put the empty glass on the coffee table. “Why don’t you get us some champagne.”

Lena smiled. She’s been hoping Nicole would say something like that. Champagne sounded like the perfect thing to cure her hangover headache.

She got up and returned with the glasses and a bottle. She uncorked it on the couch.

“Wooo!” Nicole said after it popped and the cork flew halfway across the room.

Lena giggled and poured the two flutes full then went to get up and retrieve the cork.

Nicole put her hand on Lena’s shoulder. “No, (pant) don’t worry about it, (gasp, cough) let the cleaning people do it, it’s what (pant) they’re for.”

“Ohh...okay.”

Nicole took a sip of the bubbly. “So...as I was saying...I don’t know. I guess I gained some weight in college, never could lose it. Then I gained a shit ton more when I was married to my ex, I was just so unhappy.”

Lena looked at her with her eyebrows raised. “But you learned to like it, the um, weight gain I mean?”

“I learned to love it,” Nicole said. She reached forward, stuck a cigarette between her lips and lit after Lena handed her a lighter. “My friend (cough) Cassey introduced me to plus-size modeling and (gasp) body positivity and everything...really taught me to just (pant) embrace my curves. Which is really what I (cough, cough) shouldve been doing the whole time because like seriously...the extra (gasp) weight really did make me feel like, sooo fucking sexy.”

Lena pensively rubbed her softening upper arm and looked down at her thighs. They were getting thick, full and shapely. “I kind of know what you mean.”

“Then James came (cough, pant) back into my life, and I found out that he fucking loved it. It was like the (wheeze) bigger I got, the more he just (huff, pant) worshiped my body. I really do think that skinny girls just (cough, pant) don’t know what they’re missing.”

“Guys really do like it don’t they.”

Nicole smiled. “Fuck yeah. (pant) Why wouldn’t they? There’s just so much more to grab onto.” She raised her arm up and shook it, causing it to wobble and jiggle wildly. Her upper arms were as wide as they were long. They were almost like another pair of boobs at her sides. “Of course, (gasp, wheeze, cough) I never thought I would someday be over 300 pounds, let alone fucking 500, (gasp) but I just can’t seem to stop myself.” She puffed on her smoke then took another big sip of champagne. She tried to look past her boobs toward her enormous belly. “Sometimes I (pant) fantasize about what it would be like to be immobile...ooo…(gasp, wheeze) I get so turned on just (pant) thinking about it.”

Lena almost choked on her waffles. “Why?”

Nicole gave Lena a sly sexy look as she continued to smoke. “Are you kidding? Being completely (pant) helpless, being completely (gasp) dependent on you man, totally being at his mercy...under his control, just letting him (cough) dominate you.” As she spoke she seemed to drift off into space. She flicked ash into the ashtray beside her then turned back to Lena. “Sorry if this is (pant) TMI, but I just feel like (gasp) you're part of our family at this point.”

“No, it’s okay….I love your honesty,” Lena said. “It’s refreshing.”

Lena was amazed. Never in her life had she ever heard anyone talk about getting turned on by their own body and gaining weight like that.

‘No wonder she got so fat, she’s gone crazy,’ she thought to herself. ‘A fantasy of being immobile? That’s just insane...but somehow, she made it sound...well, good. James fucking loved it? I knew he liked bigger girls. God Nicole makes me feel so tiny...maybe I could let loose and eat a little more...I mean, 170 pounds really isn’t all that much, right?’

Chapter 5

A few weeks later James pulled Lena aside. She had just helped Nicole into bed for her after lunch nap, so the two of them were alone.

“I’ve been meaning to talk to you about something,” James said.

“Yeah?” Lena asked. She tugged on the waistband of her leggings. They left little to the imagination and her well formed thighs filled them to the thin fabric's maximum capacity. Her long black hair was tied back in a ponytail but it rendered alluring wisps of bangs falling across her forehead. Her spaghetti strap top was tight and cut low, exposing the tops of her breasts. “What is it?”

“Come let’s sit down.” James pulled out a chair at the kitchen table and sat. He watched closely as Lena lowered her hips down in the seat beside him. She looked bigger and more voluptuous than ever. Her now 180 pound figure seemed to be fighting for room against her revealing clothing. “I’m going to try to be home more often soon, but I um, I still worry about Nicole a lot of the time.”

Lena looked at him inquisitively. “Okay.”

“She’s been having trouble walking lately, and I’m just afraid that if there’s another couch incident, or if she were to fall when she’s all alone, she wouldn’t be able to get up.”

Lena swallowed. “What are you asking?”

He gazed directly into her big brown eyes. “I wonder if you would um...if you would consider coming on more, full time.”

Lena’s face went blank, and she adjusted herself in her seat. She bit her lower lip. Her eyes drew to the open pack of cigarettes on the table. “Do you mind if I umm…”

“Please, go right ahead.”

She lit up and blew smoke into the air. “How do you mean, full time?”

“Like living here, living with us.” He cleared his throat. “I don’t know what you pay for your apartment but umm, here you’d be rent free, and I’m well prepared to make it worth your while...financially.”

She lowered her head toward the table and then came back up to look at him. “How much?”

“350.”

Lena shifted her chair backward. “350? Like, 350 a year?”

“Yeah, that’s right.”

“That much?”

“Well yeah, you’d be here full time, you already know Nicole and I so well...what she likes and what she needs, we wouldn’t want anyone else but you. I want you to be well taken care of. Is that something you'd consider?”

“Umm, yeah.” Lena was shocked. His offer would more than double her current salary, and her apartment in Glendale was small, noisey and expensive. There was plenty of space in the Rolland house, she could live in luxury, and keep the money she made instead of throwing it away on rent. “I mean...I…”

James stood up. “Why don’t you sleep on it.”

Lena rose as well and her body shifted towards James as if they were being pulled together by magnets. “Okay…”

His eyes locked into her’s. “I mean I know it might be better to have a man around maybe...to help her up if she were to fall or something but uhh…”

She stepped forward. She was so close that her belly and breasts lightly brushed against him. “I don’t need to sleep on it. I’ll take the job.”

James leaned forward and their lips locked together. He wrapped his arms around her and she did the same to him, with her cigarette still in hand above his left shoulder. She pulled back for a moment and took one more drag before stabbing it out in the ashtray on the table. James stared at her ass and it’s beautiful upside down heart shape. Each one of her checks were jutting out behind her like air filled balloons. She turned back around and thrust herself into him, kissing him frantically, passionately and madly.

James did what he had been longing to do for a long time and squeezed her butt as hard as he could with both hands. Lena moaned with surprise and delight as her hands clawed at his muscular back and shoulders.

“Shhhh…” James whispered.

“What are (gasp) we doing?” Lena asked between kisses.

“I don’t know,” James said. “But I don’t care.”

“Neither do I…”