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Just like your family, except fatter!
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Chapter #7

Bedtime Confrontation

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Lounging on the couch, Susan luxuriously finished off the chocolate ice cream as she watched TV. Stretching out, Susan’s ripening body displayed the signs of her excess. Her pants were too tight and cut into the soft flesh encircling Susan’s middle. Fat thighs filled out the pants to the max, stretching the fabric over the bloated outlines of Susan’s heavy legs. Lying on her back, Susan’s biggest asset, her huge and shapely butt, was hidden from view. Folding her plump arms under her big breasts, Susan sighed happily as took in the Food Channel show about chocolate desserts.

Greg walked into the living room, doing a double take as he saw his wife. He was amazed by Susan’s rapid weight gain, but even more surprised by her ever-increasing appetite. She’d been a keen athlete when Greg had met her, but was now more than twice the weight she’d been when they’d married. Giving up all her old sports, Susan had lost her firm body, and once taut muscles had turned to flab. Greg wasn’t so superficial as to condemn Susan for putting on some weight, but he was a bit worried that Susan didn’t seem to notice or care that she had become so out of shape and obese. “Hey honey, I’m going up to bed. You coming?” asked Greg, tired from his day’s work. “In a moment sweetie, I’m just going to get a little snack first” replied Susan. “Uh, sure honey” said Greg, on the verge of saying something. Thinking better of it, he went upstairs, leaving his overweight wife to indulge herself a little more.

“Mmm, just a little something to finish the day” though Susan, caressing her swollen tummy and wondering what to feed it. Susan had overeaten enormously today, but she still had a hunger on, and wanted to go to bed truly satisfied. Pulling an apple pie from the shelf, Susan licked her lips as she looked at it. She’d baked it yesterday intending to use it as a dessert for a family meal. But it looked so tempting that she couldn’t resist cutting herself a big slice. Settling herself down, Susan parked her heavy rump onto one of the small wooden chairs in the kitchen. Spooning big portions of pie into her mouth, Susan smiled joyfully as she at her slice of pie. But once she was done, Susan was still not quite full. Feeling a little naughty, Susan cut herself another slice of pie, about one quarter the size of the whole. Pulling out a carton of thick double cream from the fridge, she drowned the slice in a river of cream before tucking in. Soon Susan had inhaled the piece of pie, and now looked greedily at the remaining half of the pie. Bringing the tin over to the little table, Susan felt guilty as she covered it all in cream and began to eat. Susan’s great heart-shaped bottom bulged far over the edges of the small chair, and she could almost feel the day’s excesses going to her hips and inflated butt. Yet still, Susan couldn’t stop herself from finishing the entire pie. Shovelling spoonfuls of pie into her mouth, the tubby house mom looked like a piggy at the trough. Finishing, Susan was finally sated. Burping loudly, Susan tidied away the evidence of her binge, and headed upstairs.

Puffing up the stairs, Susan arrived in the bedroom out of breath and red-faced. Greg was still awake, reading a book. He’d heard Susan’s labored progress up the stairs, and looking at her now was astounded by how unfit she’d become. “You okay honey?” he asked. “I’m....*puff*...*wheeze*...fine!” said Susan waving a plump hand dismissively. Stripping off her clothes, her heavy weight gain was made extremely visible. Greg gaped a little, taking in Susan’s wobbling flesh as she waddled awkwardly around the room, shifting her heavy bulk gracelessly. “Sugar?” said Greg, resolving to broach his concerns to Susan. “Mmm?” said Susan through a mouthful of toothpaste. “You don’t think you might...um...be...er...eating a little too much lately?” said Greg, bracing himself for Susan’s comeback. The sound of the running water stopped, and Susan reappeared in the master bedroom, dressed only in her skimpy panties. Looking more puzzled than angry, Susan said...

You have the following choices:

1. Susan Denies She Has any Weight Problem

2. Susan Burst Into Tears and Comforts Herself With Food

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