William loved to see that she was gaining weight. He'd openly admitted to his preference for chubby chicks. He'd actually said that. 'Chubby'. Like her 10lb gain was some cute little imperfection that just made the rest of her look even better. She supposed that, for him, it wasn't an imperfection. He'd told her that he loved her no matter if she gained 10lbs or 100lbs. But she knew he'd love to see her gain that 100lbs. Eating more, stuffing her face, being a pig for him. Fattening herself up like one too. He'd tried convincing her of how good it could feel, when a fat admirer got his girlfriend big and bulging, bursting out of her bra. She squeezed a handful of her breasts. They were large enough, but the way he'd described them...It was enough to turn her on just remembering it.
She stood, to leave the cinema but, as she straightened up, her skirt popped a button. Blushing, she left the cinema quickly. She would have to decide if getting fat was what she wanted before William's influence made the choice for her. She drove home to the manor quickly. She hopped on the scales and looked. 116lbs! That meant another 3lb of fat in the last week. She needed to decide soon. But it was good just eating what she liked, even the fattening stuff. Couldn't she just put off thinking about it?
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