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She opened the box at the wrong time. Or was it the right time. Chocolates. She didn’t know where they had come from, but there they were, right in the middle of the small hallway, the box catching her eye as soon as she entered her apartment. Peeling off the plastic, she could smell them before she could taste them. She instinctively reached for one then hesitated. She had just returned from a workout with her personal trainer mother who was determined to shed some of the fat off of her 160 lb daughter.

Amanda hated the workouts and she hated the strict diet she was on, but she had lost five pounds in four weeks. What was one chocolate though? She grabbed what she thought was a caramel filled one and bit into it. The flavour was what she had been missing and her body reacted. Kneeling on the floor, she fed one chocolate after another into her mouth, quickly going through the upper level, then tearing out the tray to attack the second layer of chocolates.

She was in heaven; each sweet flavour was better than the previous one. Nearing the end of the box of chocolates she stood and headed for the kitchen. She opened the fridge and was disappointed to find it barren, the freezer not much better, only healthy style frozen meals.

Popping the last chocolate into her mouth, she remembered some cookies she had in a cupboard. Tearing open the double stuffed Oreos, Amanda began stuffing them into her mouth two at a time, and then she started looking through her cupboards for her next treat.

All she found was a family size bag of sour cream and onion chips which she started eating, but she was really in the mood for something sweet. She grabbed her car keys and headed out the door still wearing her tight work out pants and top that was starting to ride up, exposing her plump tummy.

She pulled into the Dairy Queen and hurried inside as she was determined to get more sweets. The restaurant was empty so luckily Amanda was able to order right away. She leaned against the counter and felt the cold of the stainless steel against her bare skin where her shirt and pants no longer met. She reached down and felt her belly realizing that if it hadn’t already, the weight she’d lost would quickly be returning. “Oh, I look fatter already, I shouldn’t be in here now, I’m going to get fat again.”

The approaching cashier caught her off guard and she tried to cover her plump tummy. Dazed and a little embarrassed she ordered before she could make her escape.

“I need a peanut buster parfait”, she started, “and oh one of the those brownie treats and a banana split.”

“Is this to go?” Asked the cashier.

Amanda paused, knowing she was pigging out, “Oh yes, I have to get this to my friends.”

First came the parfait, which Amanda quickly consumed, then the brownie treat which she tried to restrain her self on, but couldn’t help eating half while the worker prepared the banana split.

“Oh I just remembered I need some Treatza Pizzas. Better make it four.”

While the cashier went and got the Treatza Pizzas, Amanda finished off the brownie treat and started the banana split. As she ate she looked around the small store and saw the display for ice cream cakes.

“Oh, you know I could surprise everyone with an ice cream cake, how long does it take to get one of those ready?”

“Not long,” answered the clerk while rolling his eyes, quickly getting tired of Amanda’s growing order.

“Okay,” said Amanda as she flipped through the catalogue, “do you have this chocolate caramel one?”

“We do but only in the large, party size. How many people do you need to feed?”

“Oh a lot,” lied Amanda as she opened the first Treatza Pizza, “can you do one up for me?”

“Alright, what’s the occasion?”

“Occasion?” Questioned Amanda back, her cheeks filled with ice cream.

“What do you want me to put on the cake? Happy birthday? Congratulations? Enjoy?”

“Oh uh, Happy Birthday I guess?”

While Amanda waited she finished the Treatza pizzas and had to ask for four more when the clerk brought her the large, customized party cake.

She ate the Treatza Pizzas on the drive home and carried in the cake.

By now her belly had forced up her shirt and she found she had to push her pants down as they tightened around her swelling stomach.

She sat the cake on the couch then went and grabbed a large serving spoon. She sat back down beside the cake, her soft belly pooched over on to her lap and she opened the box. She had to smile as she read the cake; instead of ‘Happy Birthday’ it read ‘Enjoy!’ In big letters.

She dug in and started to eat her latest treat. About a quarter of the way through, she thought that maybe she was ready for something more substantial so she put in an order for pizza. The pizza place had a party special on that consisted of six extra large with your choice of toppings, family size buffalo wings and two 2 litre bottles of Coke. Amanda quickly agreed but was disappointed that it would be at least forty-five minutes before it arrived.

She grabbed her car keys again and headed for McDonalds. She went through the drive thru this time and ordered two Big Macs, two Quarter Pounders, two McChickens, two Big Xtras and eight super sized fries. Since she had pop coming already with the pizza she thought she’d get milk shakes instead ordering four chocolate and four strawberry. She was able to get half of the burgers eaten before the pizzas arrived. When she sat back down on the couch she heard her work out pants split down the sides. She peeled of the remains of her pants, but left on her stretched shirt as it continued to ride up her expanding belly. She took a break from McDonalds to try the pizza.

Before she knew it, she had finished one of the pizzas. She paused and looked down at her swelling body. Her belly looked huge as it spread out over her plumping thighs. “Oh my God,” she thought to herself, “I have to stop eating, I’m getting soooo fat!”

She pushed the empty pizza box away and sat for a minute rubbing the soft fat of her growing belly. Before she realized what she was doing she had absentmindedly finished off one of the French-fries and had picked up another hamburger.

“This is soo good!” she said aloud washing the burger down with a shake, then reaching for another pizza. “Mmm,” she groaned as the melted cheese hit her lips. “I really should stop eating, I’m too fat already,” She said, her mouth full of the fattening pizza, “but it’s all so good.” A muffled pop and a sigh of relief could be heard as her panties succumbed to the strain of her expanding body.

This continued through the night, uncontrollable binges mixed with brief flashes of a conscious realization of what she was doing to herself as her body swelled with the food she greedily shoveled in to her mouth.

It took a while, but the burgers, fries, milkshakes, pizza and wings slowly disappeared into Amanda’s swelling body. Unfortunately, by this time all of the take out restaurants were now closed and she didn’t have the strength to try and drive to a convenience store.

Again her food fog lifted and she took stock of the results. As she looked down she could feel the fat that had formed below her chin bunch up. She could see her strained t-shirt, still covering her chest, her now volleyball sized boobs held tight behind its food stained material. She lifted a flabby arm, a large roll of fat forming where it burst through the over strained sleeve. Her arm looked to be the size of her old thighs, which she had always thought were too fat. She let her arm drop to its side where it made a slapping noise as it collided with the exposed rolls of her thick love handles.

She could feel her body stop shaking and looked past her chest to the immense belly that spread out before her. Having forced her t-shirt up and under her breasts, and already causing her pants to split it had spread up, out and to her sides. She could feel her heavy arms resting on the large rolls that formed as her belly tried to wrap around her.

“Oh no, I’m sooo fat! Why did I eat so much?” she whined to herself, then picked up a milkshake and began sucking. She ended up calling a late night delivery company to go and pick up some chocolate bars, candy and potato chips for her. While she waited, she finished of the huge ice cream cake.

A rap at the door signaled the arrival of her treats and she struggled to get up off the couch. She slowly waddled to the door, her exposed belly bouncing off her over stuffed thighs. She tried to hide herself behind the door as she passed the money out to the delivery guy who set the bags inside for her, but she could tell her massive belly wasn’t completely hidden.

She picked up the bags and waddled back to the couch, unfortunately dropping a couple of chocolate bars as she did. She plopped back down and heard a loud crack as the poor couch started to give way under her increasing weight. She quickly started opening chocolate bars and stuffing them into her mouth, one after another.

She wiped a chocolate stained hand on the side of her belly then reached for some potato chips. She ate and ate and ate, and grew and grew and grew. Fat piled up on every part of her body, her arms and legs, her belly and ass, even her hands were now fat. When all the food was gone she again paused to see the results.

“I shouldn’t have eaten so much,” she moaned as her chubby hands felt the rolls and rolls of fat that spilled out of her food-stained top. “I’ve really overdone it this time! Look at the size of this stomach. Oh my, it’s huge! I’m huge! I’m soooo fat! What have I done?” Perched as she was in the middle of the sagging couch, she felt encased in hundreds and hundreds of pounds of fat. She tentatively tried to look down, her fat body resisting as her chins fought for space with neck fat and her inflated chest. Even turning her head she met resistance, the fat of her shoulders was bunching up to either side of her head, limiting her movements. Her fat upper arms rested on thick rolls of fat, sinking into her body, yet still pushed out from her.

She could feel her hands and forearms, resting on what felt like an under inflated inner tube. That giant inner tube expanded out in front of her, swelling and then hanging down as it forced her legs apart.

Then out of the corner of her eye she spotted a few missed chocolate bars that had fallen out of her delivery bags, and nearby those was the melted remains of one of her sundaes. She licked her lips and started to try and get up. Leaning forward her belly helped to pull her ass out of its deep indent in the broken couch. Then she used all the strength in her fat laden thighs to get to a standing position, her entire body shook with the effort. She breathed heavily with effort as the full weight of her 400 plus pound body weighed down on her. She slowly stepped towards her goal, her belly wobbling with each thunderous step. She held her arms out to her sides to help balance her as she awkwardly maneuvered closer to the chocolate, she could almost taste it. Her fat thighs fought each other for space as she slowly and ponderously worked them past one another.

Once she reached the treats on the floor she slowly lowered her body down trying to see past her belly and hips as they spread out and shifted. Again her thighs struggled with the weight causing her fat to quiver. As she got down onto her knees, she could feel her feet and lower legs get enveloped in the fat of her ass and thighs. Her belly spread out onto her thighs and reached for her knees. She battled past her belly rolls to grab the chocolate bars and started cramming them into her mouth. “Oh my god, what am I doing? I’m soo fat already, but…mmmm,” the taste of chocolate temporarily soothed her concerns. She then reached with a free hand for the remains of that sundae and lifted it up. “I have to stop eating… after this sundae…”

She heard a knock at the door but was too concerned with finishing the last of her treats to even think of opening the door. She finished the last of the chocolate bars and then lifted the melted ice cream up to her mouth to drink. After a few gulps the container felt empty but Amanda could see some fudge chunks stuck to the bottom. She tilted her head back and held the cup upside down over her mouth. She tried to pat the bottom of the cup with her free hand to free the stuck fudge. Her fleshy arms jiggled with each tap as drips of melted ice cream and fudge dripped on to her face, the odd drop missing her gapping mouth and running down her chins on to her chest and belly. She huffed with the exertion, her arms were heavy, and holding them up was exhausting, but she had to get that fudge.

It was this image that Amanda’s mother saw when she grew tired of waiting for her daughter and used her spare key.

“Amanda, you’ve done so well on your diet I brought you a low fat muffin as a,” Amanda’s mother paused as she looked at her daughter struggling to get to the bottom of a sundae container, it’s contents smeared all over her face and front. Behind the swollen butterball, pizza boxes, fast food wrappers and other debris littered the apartment. “…treat.”

Amanda, startled, dropped the sundae cup and let her arms fall to her sides.
A Moment On The Lips
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We enjoyed breakfast in bed the following day, then made our way home. I dropped off Stacey and then ran out to grab a few groceries; I even found a couple of her favourite donuts. I unpacked the groceries while Stacey finished up a phone conversation then she came in to see what I had bought.

“Oh goody,” she exclaimed as she spotted the little bag with the donuts. “I was hoping you’d remember.“ She took a big bite of one and smiled. “I’m going to enjoy this, then it looks like it’s back to the grindstone.” A few more quick bites and the donut was almost gone already.

“Why, what’s up?”

“That was Kathleen on the phone,” she said, her mouth full of donut. “She wants to hit the gym tomorrow. Back on the diet for me I guess.” She stuffed the last of the donut in her mouth and looked over towards the little bag. “Was that for you?” she asked, her cheeks still full.

“Go ahead, I got them for you.” I watched her sneak over and grab the second donut.

“You’re too good to me,” she licked at a loose piece of chocolate that was hanging off the side of it. “We can split it if you want,” she added.

“Don’t worry about it, I don’t think they’re my thing.”

“You have no idea what you’re missing,” She took a big bite again, closing her eyes. “So good.” She finished chewing then continued telling me about her conversation with Kathleen. “So I told her that I wasn’t going as hardcore as we had during the competition. She was okay with that. She just doesn’t want to fall back to where we were before.” She finished off her second donut and continued. “We worked pretty hard to lose all that weight. I don’t want to gain it all back.”

“So back to the gym every night again?” I asked. I had enjoyed having her around the house more these last few days. She wasn’t tired or sore from working out and was in such a good mood since the end of the weight loss challenge.

“Mmm, mmm,” she shook her head while licking her fingers clean. “No way. I told Kathleen not every night again. I’ve got her down to three nights a week, and we’ll try and do some walking or something over the weekend.” She gave her round belly a little rub. “I’ve still got about a year and half to lose the rest of this tummy before we go on our cruise, no need to go too crazy.”

And with the end of the weekend we settled in to our new routine. Stacey tried to get back to lighter meals, but usually whipped up one of her comfort food favourites at least over the weekend. Sometimes during the week as well. And if she was running late, she’d just grab a pizza or have me grab one. She seemed comfortable in the fact that she was probably eating at least a little better than she had before the cruise, so with the added workouts she should be able to shed some of her added pounds. No need to go hardcore like during the competition. No need to not enjoy a donut on a lazy Saturday.

But it didn’t seem to be working for her. I wasn’t a great judge of weight, but even I could see she wasn’t shrinking. If anything the weight was slowly returning. She was happy though, content. She was enjoying not having to eat strictly diet foods and not spending all of her free time in the gym. I certainly wasn’t going to say anything. It turns out I didn’t have to.

It was about five months since the end of her weight loss challenge group. She came down to breakfast in a bit of a funk. It took me a minute to place the outfit she was wearing. It looked nice, not as snug as some of her other clothes were getting…

It was one of the outfits she had purchased after the cruise. When she had been at her heaviest. Over 200 pounds. She didn’t say much during breakfast, and didn’t eat much either. That night she still went to the gym with Kathleen after a supper of grilled chicken salad. She was a little later coming home that night. At first I thought maybe she had upped her workout in an effort to lose some weight again.

“Move over lazy,” she said as she came into the living room. I had stretched out on the couch and was watching some mindless sports highlights. She had a load of bags with her and dropped them on the floor, then turned to sink into the couch as I pulled my legs out of her way.

She still didn’t look too talkative. She kind of gave me a half smile as I looked at the pile of clothing bags at her feet.

“So you went shopping?” I said, trying to keep neutral.

“I kind of had too,” she sighed. She scrunched up her face a little then confessed to me. “I think I put the all the weight back on. The weight that I had lost.” She let her head fall back against the couch. “I should have known it wouldn’t be so easy. I tried to ignore it, but this morning everything looked so tight on me again.”

“Oh,” was all I could say.

“It’s my fault,” she admitted. “I’ve been pretty bad on my diet. I do hold back,” she added, turning to look at me, “but I do eat too much. And stuff I shouldn’t. And the exercising.” She frowned. “What a waste of time. I’ve been pretty lazy.”

“But you’ve been going every other night,” I said. “I can’t think of too many nights you’ve missed.”

“Yeah, but sometimes I really don’t do much. I never liked the cardio stuff. I used to do over half an hour on the stupid bike or the Stairmaster. Now I might do ten minutes. Then I’ll go sit in the hot tub.” She let out a big sigh. “Sometimes I workout a little, but not too often.” She let her hands find her soft belly. “Not enough.”

“It’s not your thing,” I tried to comfort her. “You do your best. You used to think aquabics was kind of fun. Maybe that’s more your style.”

“Maybe,” she gave me a little smile. “It wasn’t too bad.” Her mood seemed to be improving a little. “And even though I’m fat again, I don’t think I’m as flabby. The little bit of exercising I do has kept me more toned.” She squeezed the biggest roll that rested in her hands and gave me a little smile. “It’s hard to tell,” she laughed, “but I think it’s true.”

“And you got to go clothes shopping,” I said.

“Yeah,” she looked out at all the bags, “but I was hoping the next time I went shopping it wouldn’t be for fatter clothes. Instead of fifty pounds to lose, now I need to lose like seventy-five.” She puffed out her cheeks and rolled her eyes. “Yuck.”

“You really do look beautiful, you know.”

“You’re such a flirt,” she laughed, “you just want to get in my pants!”

“Can you blame me?”

“Carry this stuff upstairs for me, and I’ll think about it,” she smiled.

The new outfits seemed to have improved her mood. She added aquabics to her workout routine and then slowly phased out the other cardio elements. She tried to get a little stricter on her diet, but it didn’t last very long and soon it was hard to tell that she was on any kind of diet. But as long as she was happy everything was good.

The aquabics on it’s own clearly wasn’t enough to get the numbers on the scale to go down though. Again, even my unobservant eyes could see the thickening of her body. Pants puckered as they tried to contain the added weight. Sleeves looked ready to burst as her pudgy upper arms lifted bite after bite to her waiting mouth. Seated, she looked especially fat now. Thick rolls would fight for space around her waist while her growing chest rested on them. She seemed to be accepting the gain; she wasn’t oblivious to it, as she came home with a replacement wardrobe.

She was happy. I was in love with her soft growing form. I never brought up her weight and she never seemed concerned about it. Until one day.

I had finished a project at work ahead of schedule so I snuck out early. I was surprised to see Stacey’s car at home. Once inside the house was dark, except for the flickering light coming from the TV. I went into the living room to find her wrapped in a blanket, watching some old movie on the TV. The light splashed across wet streaks on her plump cheeks. It looked as though she’d been crying.

“Stacey?”

“Yeah, it’s me.”

“Is everything alright?” I went beside the couch and knelt near her.

“No.”

“What’s wrong?” I asked. “Are you okay?”

“I’m fat.” She said.

Now this wasn’t a revelation or something new. Stacey had been fat for a long time. She was definitely fatter now, but we both were quite aware that she was fat.

“Did something happen?”

She nodded. “At work.” She paused and reached to her side. There was an open box of donuts there, now half gone. She took a bite and chewed. I just waited for her to continue. “They’re doing a fund raiser,” she said as she swallowed, then took another bite. “They’re ordering t-shirts. Mary was going around the office. I have to order the biggest size of everyone. I’m the fattest.”

Again this was nothing new.

“I was okay with that, I mean, I know I’ve put on more weight. I know I’m fat, but then.” She stuffed the rest of the donut in her mouth.

“And then what? What happened?”

“I went to the break room and found some left over cake from Megan’s birthday. Have you met Megan?” I shook my head. “I like cake,” she continued as her hand reached for another donut. “So I’m eating the cake and a few other people are coming in and out, Kathleen, Kristy, she’s back to work now. There’s five or six of us in there, plus a few more by the door. Everyone’s just having coffee, but not me,” another bite of donut, “I’m eating cake.”

“And did something happen in there? Did someone say something?”

“Mary. Mary happened.” She took another bite and paused, chewing. “She come’s in with the t-shirt form and says, (in her best snotty voice Stacey repeats what Mary had said) ‘there you are, I should have just looked in here first. There’s an upcharge on your t-shirt because of the size. The company will cover it though so don’t worry.’” Another bite of her donut. Another sigh. “Everyone looked at me. They all looked like they felt sorry for me. Sitting there, eating cake, getting fatter. Again.”

“I’m sure it wasn’t that bad.”

“But it is that bad. You’ve been so nice about it, but I keep gaining weight. I’m no good at dieting. I’m no good at working out. I just keep putting on weight.”

I leaned in and hugged her as best as I could. She turned and gave me a week smile. I could see the tears starting to well up in her eyes. I gave her kiss. Chocolate and bacon on her lips. “Stacey, you know I love you. You know I think you’re beautiful and sexy. I don’t care what Mary thinks or anyone else at your office.”

She shook her head, “I don’t care what they think either really, It’s just,” she looked at the half eaten donut in her hand and then dropped it back in the box.

“What? What’s wrong?”

“I keep telling you I’m going to get thin and sexy again. Like when we got married. But I just keep getting fatter. I lost some weight then gained it all back. I told you I was going to lose fifty more pounds then I gained back the weight I had lost plus another fifty pounds.” She reached back and grabbed her donut again, taking a bite.

“You don’t have to lose weight for me, I think you are sexy. Right now.”

“You were okay with my boobs getting bigger,” she said as she looked down at her chest while chewing the last bite of her donut. “Even my ass was probably okay, but this,” she grabbed her belly by its sides and gave it a squeeze, then a little shake. “Look at how big my belly has gotten. This is a lot. A lot of Stacey. Guys don’t find big fat bellies sexy. I’m so sorry.” She looked ready to cry again. “You stay fit and healthy, you’re not fat. You should be with someone like Mary, or even Kathleen. She’s lost more weight. She can do it. But not me. I just get bigger.”

“I don’t want to be with anyone else, and Mary sounds like a bitch.” That got a little smile out of her. “I’m lucky with the gym, it’s right at work. I can go on my lunch. It helps take my mind off things. I just kind of zone out. I don’t have to think about work for 45 minutes. I don’t have to think about anything.”

“You know what I think about while I’m working out?” She turned to look at me again. “Food.” She looked at the donut box, but didn’t grab one. “I’m complaining about being fat, but here I am eating a box of donuts.” She let out a big sigh. Her entire body seemed to inflate and then deflate. “I think that stupid diet screwed up my metabolism. Everything I eat,” this time she did grab a donut and take a big bite, “just turns to fat. I’ve heard of that happening you know. It’s like my body is in starvation mode.” She gave a little smirk.

“You’re very efficient,” I add. Again, another little smile. “Ultra efficient.”

“Too efficient,” she smiled taking another bite. “Watch as the miracle of modern biology transforms donuts into fat before your very eyes!”

“Beautiful fat.”

“You’re not disappointed in me,” she asked, bowing her head a little. “For sucking at dieting and working out. For getting fat.”

“No. And you shouldn’t be disappointed either. You’re beautiful, every inch of you.” I reach over and put my hand on her belly as it spread onto her thighs. “You’re my dream girl.”

She smiled a little again. “Thanks.”

“I just want you to be happy.”

“I can try harder, but...”

I interrupted her. “You can try harder if you really want to, but don’t try harder for me. For me, just be happy.” I leaned in and gave her a big kiss.
“So, I think you need to make a choice. Diet and be hungry and skinny, or eat what you want and maybe gain a few pounds.”

She seemed to think things over while her hands gave her belly a rub. “I’m actually pretty cute for a fat chick,” she smiled, turning to face me. “I know I’m more pleasant to be around when I’m off the diet and well you know?”
I wasn’t sure where she was going and raised my eyebrows a little.

“Full,” she said still smiling. “I’m happier when I’m full, and I’m happier when I’m not dieting,” she said looking up a little. “Except for when I was on that diet, where I just ate whatever I wanted. I did like that diet. I got fat, but that was a good diet.“

I remembered that diet. “Yeah, you seemed to be able to stick to that diet.”

She was smiling now. “I rocked that diet! I don’t know why more people don’t try it.”

“The Stacey Diet.”

“Yeah, I should write a book.”

“So some diets work for you and some don’t.”

“Exactly. That strict one sucked. And another diet like that one might really screw up my metabolism.”

“So as a precaution, you should probably avoid restrictive diets.”

She tried to frown, but a smile was forming at the corners of her mouth. “It’s probably my only hope.”

And so it was settled, at least that’s how it seemed. We did try to eat fairly healthy most of the time. And Stacey kept up with her aquabics, “It keeps me toned,” she would say while flexing her chubby arms. She was happy and content. Accepting in the fact that she just wasn’t a skinny girl and would probably never be one. She enjoyed good food and it showed. In fact, it showed a little more as time went on.

By the time our follow up cruise rolled around, Stacey had added even more weight. Before we left for our flight out to the coast she wanted to model something for me.

“What do you think?” she said as she stepped out of the bathroom. The first thing that caught my eye was the yellow bikini top. It was doing it’s best to support Stacey’s large chest as she raised her arms up over her head to strike a sexy pose. Underneath her chest Stacey’s belly bulged out in front of her then hung down towards her thighs. It also increased in width as fat had piled up on her sides. With her arms raised it was a gradual curve, but as she lowered them, the fat started to form rolls, the last one being the thickest.

“I don’t think they’ll let you prance around bottomless,” I joked.

She put her fists where her hips would be if they weren’t smothered in fat and stuck out her tongue. “Ha, ha,” she sneered as she turned around to reveal that she was in fact wearing bottoms. They were just hidden in the front by her belly. She gave her wide ass a little sway. The rolls of fat on her back expanded and contracted. The yellow bikini bottoms struggled to contain the two round globes of Stacey’s ass as it shook from the movement. The material seemed to cut into the tops of her thick thighs, which had rolls of their own. From behind there were only creases in the fat to tell where her knees would be and where her chubby calves began. Her dainty little feet looked so small as she turned back to face me. “Well?” She asked again as he let her hands follow the curve of her belly. It was as though she was trying to smooth out the thick blanket of fat that had accumulated there like it was a heavy quilt or a comforter.

“You look incredible,” I smiled, “but I thought you weren’t getting a bikini for this trip. Just a one piece for the pool.”

“I found this online,” she said, still exploring her body and feeling how it poured out of the bikini. “I thought I could wear this in our room. We have a private balcony this time you know.” She puffed out her cheeks as she looked down at her belly. “Even though we know how cute I am, there are probably a few stupid people that might think I’m a little too fat for a bikini.”

“Just as well, I want this view all to myself,“ I said as I stood up and walked over to Stacey. I loved how my body sunk into her softness as I wrapped my arms around her and pulled her close.

We almost missed our flight out after spending too much time rolling around in our bed. But we did make it and after a good nights sleep at our hotel and a leisurely morning with breakfast in bed we still had a couple of hours to kill before catching the shuttle to the port for our cruise.

Stacey was dressed in shorts and a sleeveless blouse. She was checking herself out in the mirror as she put some earrings in. “Do these shorts look tight?” she asked out loud.

To be honest, everything usually looked a little tight on her these days, but I tried to answer as diplomatically as possible. “I don’t think so.” From behind I could see her love handles roll over her shorts, especially as she twisted, trying to examine how tight they were. I was pretty sure there was a pretty sizeable belly roll at her front as well. But did that qualify as tight?

“They feel a little tight,” she said once the earrings were in place. Her hands were at her waist, then at her butt. Feeling the fabric as it stretched across her wide bottom. “When is the shuttle coming?” she asked still adjusting her shorts.

“12:30 I think,” I said as I watched her head for the door, “about two hours from now.”

“Okay,” she said heading for the door, “I’m just going to run out for a bit. I’ll be back in lots of time.”

I was getting a little nervous because it was getting closer and closer to 12:30 before a frazzled Stacey finally made it through the door to our hotel room.

“Whew,” she sighed, leaning against the door. “It’s crazy out there. Between all the people getting ready to get on the cruise and people who must have just gotten off the cruise, there was like a million people at that little mall.”

“You went to the mall?” I asked.

“Yeah, just a couple of last minute things. Are we ready to go?”

“I’ve got everything ready just waiting for you,” I said getting up off the bed and heading over to the luggage.

She smiled that beautiful smile and blew a loose strand of hair away from her face, “well, lets get moving!”

Once again we were lucky and were blessed with three weeks of incredible weather. We spent more time in our room, so Stacey could sun tan more comfortably in her bikini. “This also keeps me away from the buffets,” she would say with a smile. That’s not to say Stacey didn’t indulge on the cruise.

She still loved the breakfast buffets and supper buffets, and of course the creamy drinks. We tried to do more excursions this time, but even those often ended at a bar or restaurant where we would sample some of the local cuisine. Since Stacey was already so much plumper than the last cruise, it was hard to tell if she had put on too much weight over the three weeks. Sometimes her belly looked so cute and full though as she lounged in the sun.

“Do you want to try the fancy restaurant tonight,” I asked as Stacey adjusted her bikini in the mirror. I thought back to our last cruise where she had had to buy something just to get into the restaurant.

I think she had a similar memory as she turned to face me. “You just want to see if I’m too fat for the ships clothing store.” She was still tugging on her bikini bottoms, as she started walking to the patio doors so she could take her usual spot in the sun on our deck. “I don’t want to check. I probably know the answer anyways,” she added. “I was only 200 pounds and they had nothing that really fit me. Unless they upgraded their clothing line,” she paused and tried to adjust her bikini top, “I doubt they have anything that would fit me now.”

“Oh no? I don’t suppose you weighed yourself before we left like you did last time?”

She bit her lip and blushed a little. “I was hoping you wouldn’t ask.”

“Trying to break your record?”

“Of how much I gained? Oh God, no,” she laughed. “I wanted to make sure I didn’t gain as much. I’m still scarred by the whole ‘too fat to leave the ship’ experience.” She made a face as she tugged again at her bikini bottoms where they would have been digging into her belly. “This bikini is getting tii-ight.”

“So you’re not going to tell me?”

She blushed a little more. “Let’s just say that 300 is the new 200,” then she opened the patio door and went out to the deck to catch some rays.

We ended up spending much of the last day in our room and on our balcony. Room service was just a phone call away and we had a great view. I had an especially great view watching my 300 plus pound wife lounge in the sun. Her soft, tanned body bulging out of her strained bikini. She really only moved to sit up when I brought her our lunch or later, our supper. We enjoyed the warm ocean air even as the sun started to set on our holiday. It was warm enough for Stacey to enjoy one last meal in her bikini.

“This is the life,” she said as she adjusted her lounge chair to a seated position. Her fat belly formed three thick rolls as she sat up. “We have to do this again.” I had put a small side table between us with our meals and some champagne so we could enjoy the final sunset from our deck. She took a big bite of her seafood linguini and smiled. “To us,” she said reaching for her glass. We clinked glasses and I watched her arm fat jiggle. Maybe aquabics had been keeping her more toned. These three weeks on inactivity seemed to have really softened her.

“Too bad we have to leave tomorrow,” I said.

“Don’t remind me,” she said, her mouth full of pasta again. “Returning to port is my least favourite day.” She looked down at her overfed body and let her free hand rub the rolls of fat at her waist. “For a couple of reasons.” She turned back to me and gave me a little smirk. “Not being on the main decks all the time, with the huge buffets and stuff was probably a good idea, but this room service is just too convenient.”

“You’re on holidays,” I reminded her.

“I know, but I just enjoy this too much,” She took another bite of her dinner, her free hand still resting on her rolls. “All the food is so good, all the drinks are so good, the view, everything. It’s going to be hard to leave.” She looked down at her belly again and added, “Hopefully not as hard as last time though.”

After a quiet night with a little more room service; ice cream and frosty drinks, it was our new tradition; we got up early to hit the breakfast buffet one last time. Once we finished our big breakfast it was time to head back to our room so we could finish up our packing and get ready to leave the ship.

I took a quick shower and when I got out I found Stacey still in her underwear, going though our already packed suitcase. The small armoire was open, as were all the drawers in the dressers.

“Are you looking for something?” I asked.

“Yeah,” she said looking up from the suitcase. “Have you seen a bag from that mall by the hotel? I can’t find it anywhere.”

“I’m not sure,” I said as I finished drying myself off. “What about the closet? Did you look in there?”

“Shit, maybe it is in there.” She pushed her self up from the bed and quickly waddled over to the closet by the door. Sure enough, there was a shopping bag hung on one of the hangers. She pulled it out with a grin. “I think I put it here so I wouldn’t lose it. Thank God.”

“What is it?” I asked.

She flashed an embarrassed smile. “Well, I tried on the shorts and shirt I had with me when we boarded, and they were a little snug.” She gave a little shrug. “I’m pretty sure I could still do them up, but they were really tight.” She reached under here belly roll to adjust her panties. “Not sure how that happened.”

“No idea?”

She rolled her eyes and grimaced a little. “But, since I’m so smart, I had bought this outfit before we boarded. One size bigger.” She pulled a blouse and pair of shorts out of the bag with a flourish. “Aren’t you proud of me?”

I thought it was kind of funny that she was so proud of the fact that she had bought larger clothes for a cruise because she knew she’d probably get fatter.

“I guess you learned you lesson. So I don’t have to go buy you any men’s clothes this trip?” I wondered what size I would have needed to buy her. She was an extra large two years ago, and now she was 100 pounds heavier. 2XL? 3XL?

“Not this time,” she smiled as she threw the bag on the floor and came over closer to the bed. She took the shorts off the hanger and started pulling them up. She had a bit of a concerned look on her face as they didn’t seem to be any looser than her other shorts. “These shouldn’t be so tight,” she muttered as she tried to wiggle her hips and ass into the uncooperative shorts. “There’s no way I went up two sizes!”

“Maybe they shrunk in the wash?”

“Shut up!” she snapped as she finally got the shorts up to her waist and started trying to fasten them. “What the hell?” she was pulling the shorts together but the button just wasn’t quite reaching. “Something’s not right here.”

“Let me see,” I said coming around the bed. She let go of the shorts and let out her breath, her belly fat expanded forward as she slouched in defeat. I went around behind her; memories of our last cruise were popping into my head. It looked as though history was going to repeat itself. Standing behind her I could see both of our reflections in the mirror. She didn’t look too pleased. Fat, but not happy. With her slumped shoulders her boobs sagged forward onto her belly that had formed rolls as it was getting squished between her chest and the top of the tight shorts. From behind I could also see the straps of her bra cut into her soft back and shoulders forming little bulges of fat. The cups of her bra were doing the same thing up front. They were too small for her abundant chest and some of the soft flesh was escaping the cups.

“Okay, what size were your old shorts?”

“26,” she replied quietly. “Petite.”

I flipped down the back of her shorts and tried to see the tag. “So you grabbed 27s?” I asked.

“No that’s not how it works. They go up by twos. I don’t know why, they just do.”

“So 28s then?” I asked.

She blushed and little and nodded her head. I don’t know why she was embarrassed; I was finding this pretty hot. I tried to get a better view of the tag, but with so much Stacey pushing against the waistband it was tough to get a good look. “Are you sure?”

“Yes I’m sure.” She sighed. “I tried them on, and they were loose.”

“And then you bought them?” I asked finally getting a good view of the size tag.

“Yes. Obviously.” She rolled her eyes. “Well, I think I changed colours. I liked the darker grey more than the lighter grey.”

I reached over and grabbed the hanger the shorts had been on. Sure enough the little plastic wheel near the hook read ‘28’, but the more important number didn’t match. “You bought size 26, Stace,” I said trying not to smile.

“Oh, God.”

“You should always double check the tags,” I said in my all-knowing voice. “Things can get a little mixed up when stores are busy.”

“Shut up!” she said turning and pushing me back. “I am getting these shorts on.” She pushed the rest of our clothes off the bed and lay on her back. She sucked in and tried to find the narrowest point at her waist, then started to fasten the shorts. If determination were the only factor, the look on her face would have been enough to get those shorts buttoned. Unfortunately there were other factors involved as well. The stretchiness of the shorts waistband; apparently low, the pliability of Stacey’s mid section; high but that was counteracted by the volume of said midsection; also high. The last factor was the strength in those aquatic toned arms; also low. Or at least not high enough to overcome the lack of stretchiness and the sheer volume of fat.

“Don’t just stand there smiling like an idiot,” she gasped. “Give. Me. A. Hand.”

I snapped out of my daze, “sorry,” I said as I climbed onto the bed and straddled my wife. “What do you want me to do?”

“Button the shorts!”

“Okay,” I said as I took the button and buttonhole ends from her hands. She let her arms fall to her sides and her head tilted back as she took a deep breath. “Alright,” I said as I got a good grip on the material, “I’m gonna need you to suck in a bit…”

“Do you think?” she snapped as she peered at me from behind her chest.

If she was sucking anything in it was hard to tell, but I slowly pulled the shorts together. My hands sunk into her fat as I worked at fastening the button. “Just about there,” I said as the plastic button started to peak through the hole. “Got it!” I exclaimed, as though I’d just solved a rubic's cube.

Stacey let out a deep breath. “Okay, now the zipper.”

“Oh.” More work to do yet. Stacey tried to push the sides of the shorts together as I slowly worked the zipper closed. You could almost hear the teeth grinding in discomfort as they locked together. “There,” I said as I slowly pulled my hands away as though I was afraid of setting off a bomb. I climbed off Stacey and stood beside the bed. The shorts dug into her soft body, a large roll of fat formed all around the waistband.

“Thank God. Okay, now you’re going to have to help me up. If I turn and get my legs on the floor, can you pull me up?” She started using her legs to get her body turned and then worked herself closer to the edge of the bed. Once her feet were on the floor she held out her hands.

I braced myself then took her hands and started to pull. I think she was trying not to bend at the waist, but even so more and more fat bulged over her poor waistband. I envisioned that poor button, pointed right at my crotch, going off like a bullet. As more of her came up off the bed, she got heavier and heavier. ‘300 lbs.,’ I thought as I watched her soft body wobble with effort. I leaned back and pulled hoping that button wouldn’t let go. Finally she was standing.

She let go of my hands and felt around her waist. “See,” she smiled. “I told you they would fit. She ran her hands under the shadow of the huge muffin top that had settled around the tight shorts. Below the waistband the shorts curved outward again. “Can you pass me that shirt?” She let her hands move up to the fat that wasn’t contained by the shorts. She gave her nose a little scrunch. “I don’t think I should bend over.”

I grabbed her new blouse off the floor and passed it to her. She took a moment to check the tag, “28,” she smiled then put it on. As she worked her way down the buttons on the front, the top got a little tight but she was able to get them all closed. The light fabric of the top did little to hide the giant roll of fat that was highlighted even more by her tight shorts. But it did hang low enough to hide the tight waistband that was cutting into her soft body. She didn’t look confortable, but she seemed pleased to be clothed. She turned to look at herself in the mirror and pursed her lips together. Grimacing, she ran her hands along her belly roll, feeling the fat press against the tight shirt and it’s buttons.

“Remind me when we do this next time to invest in a nice sundress,” she said as she tried to adjust the shorts a little.

“You want me to write that down?” I asked. “A size 28 sundress?”

She turned to face me, her hands still on the large roll of fat at her waist. “Size 28? Do you think I’ll still be a size 28,” she smiled, “if I stay on the Stacey Diet?”

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Kathleen and Stacey talked Tuesday morning and I guess they reevaluated their strategy. Neither wanted to be the last place team and neither wanted to come in last overall individually. They decided that as a team they would redouble their efforts in the gym and try and add more walking in the mornings and during their lunches. As far as cheat days, well they were out the window. Both realized that it wouldn’t take much for either of them to fall of the diet wagon, and they knew they had to be diligent.

She explained all of this to me Tuesday night following her workout. She seemed pretty upbeat about it, but a little apprehensive at the same time.
“I really think I can do it,” she said lying beside me in bed, “it’s just…”

“What?”

“I’m worried about you,” she said looking at me before rolling over on to her side and poking me in my ribs.

“I’m not losing weight,” I said, a little more aggressively then I had meant to.

“No,” she smiled, “not that.” She took a deep breath. “I’m worried that I’ll be a little miserable to be around.” She looked up at me and gave me her version of ‘puppy dog eyes’. “We’re going to work pretty hard at this, me and Kath. I’ll probably be hungry and tired and hungry for the next ten weeks.”

“I’ll be as supportive as I can be,” I said turning to face her and putting my arm around her waist. I could feel her love handles forming rolls as she leaned on one elbow. “I’ve always said that.”

“I know, and you’ve been great. It’s just the last few weeks I know I was getting a little frustrated before and I’m sure I took it out on you. I guess I’m just apologizing in advance.” She leaned in and gave me a peck on the lips. “I told Kath that I’d do this with her, and I really want to keep up my end of the bargain. I don’t want her to do crappy because of me.”

I kissed her back, then added, “Just don’t use up all your energy at the gym everyday. Let me burn a few calories with you, okay?”

She threw her arm around my neck and leaned in for a better kiss. “Deal!”

True to their word, Stacey and Kathleen stepped up their exercising and dieting. Portions shrunk, and workouts ran longer and longer. And the Lean Queens started to have some success with both members dropping over two pounds at the following four weigh ins. Stacey had come home proudly after week eight’s weigh in to proclaim she was back under 200 lbs for the first time since before that fateful cruise.

She followed up those four solid weeks with her biggest loss to date for week ten. 2.6 pounds. She was a little annoyed because even her best wasn’t enough for a weekly win.

“Second,” she frowned, “I came in second. Someone lost 2.8 pounds to win.” She shook her head a little. “Stupid point two pounds. But anyways, the Lean Queens had another pretty good week. Kath got 2.1 so that gave us a total of 4.7 pounds lost.” She let her frown turn into a smile. “We’re slowly creeping up the charts. Other teams have had almost as bad of results these last few weeks as Kathy and I had the first five weeks. Well, me more than Kathy,” she raised her eyebrows as she said that last part, still smiling.

“Are you going to win?”

The frown returned. “I don’t think so. The teams ahead of us have been pretty steady.” She lifted the covers and crawled into bed beside me. “The first place team has almost a twenty pound lead on us, and probably five or six on the next group. They’d have to put up a few ‘Stacey’s’ to blow it.”

“Stacey’s?” I questioned.

She smiled, “Yeah, it’s kind of funny. I was the first to really put weight on during this. I mean Kathleen did too, but I did like three pounds that one week.” She slid a little closer to me as she told her little story. “So it’s happened a few times since, not me, but other people, and everyone started calling it a ‘Stacey’,” she laughed. “Like a few weeks ago this one chick, Beth I think. She gained like a pound and she said something like, ‘Oh I pulled a Stacey’”. Stacey gave a little shrug. “I don’t think she meant to say it out loud, but I didn’t care, I had already weighed myself and had lost,” she thought for a moment, “two point two pounds that week.”

“So you’re okay with that?”

“Yeah, it’s kind of funny I guess. This is supposed to be fun so if I let something like that bother me, I’d probably be putting up ‘Stacey’s’ every week.”

“You’re doing pretty good,” I said.

“Yeah, Kathleen’s really helped.” She replied. “She’s been really positive and tried to get us to look at it week by week, especially after we gained weight on week five.” She paused as she got comfortable in bed. “We’ve sort of forgotten about the first five weeks, well they were a write off for me anyways. But, tonight was sort of like the half way mark if we just count the last ten weeks.”

She turned her head and smiled. I turned and rolled onto my side to get a better look at my wife. I knew at this point she had lost between ten and eleven pounds, but with the covers pulled up, I couldn’t really judge the weight loss. It was hard for me to see a big difference in her, she was still very curvy and beautiful. Maybe she noticed it more in the fit of her clothes. I had noticed her getting out some pre-cruise outfits. She rolled onto her side to face me.

“The hardest thing now is waiting for the final week to end,” she smiled and her eyes seemed to light up a little. “I really want to go out for a nice dinner when this is all done, but if I start thinking about it too much I know I’m gonna cheat.” She reached over and wrapped her arm around my waist. “I just have to stay focused for five more weeks, then I can reward myself.”

“The diet will be over?” I asked and moved a little closer to her. Even with the weight she had lost, her soft belly was the first thing I pressed against as I pulled my self closer to her. I put my arm over her side, and could still feel soft rolls of fat. She was still my voluptuous wife.

She gave a mischievous smirk. “Not completely,” She pulled herself a little closer and her belly and boobs pressed against me. “I won’t be as strict as I’ve been, but I think Kath and I are going to try and keep it up. Remember, we’re going to go on a cruise again.”

“Can’t wait,” I said as we started kissing more, enjoying another evening workout.

With the end now within site Stacey and Kathleen tried to step it up even more. She seemed okay with it and I had to admire her determination, but she was getting a little grumpy again.

At supper on Tuesday after week twelves’ weigh in she choked down some tuna and wild rice with her favourite, kale on the side. “If I ever see another piece of kale, I’m going to scream.” She mumbled.

“I kind of like it,” I admitted.

“You would,” she muttered as she dropped her plate in the sink. “This whole house stinks of fish now.”

“What time are you meeting Kathleen?” I asked, trying to change the subject.

“In about half an hour,” she said with a sigh. “Cardio night.” She didn’t sound too excited.

“Hey,” I said trying to cheer her up. “You had another pretty good week last night, you’re almost there. Keep your chin up.”

“Keep my chin up?”

“Yeah, you know, show that Stairmaster who’s boss.”

She shook her head at me, clearly not appreciating my feeble attempts at support. “Yeah, I did okay, not my best, but okay.” She gave a little smile. “Not good enough to win again, but I did better than Kathleen.”

“There you go,” I smiled.

“Well, I better get going,” she said as she slowly headed out of the kitchen to grab her workout gear. “See you later, don’t wait up.”

And that was pretty much how our evenings were going. Stacey forced down the foods that she really wasn’t enjoying and then headed out for her workout with Kathleen. If I was lucky she came home not completely wiped out but she usually wasn’t in the mood for anymore exercise with poor me. She had another good week and was down two point three pounds at the end of number 13. Still not good enough for her to win a week, but she seemed somewhat pleased.

Her mood did finally start to pick up once week fourteen started. She could really see the end now. By Friday she was almost happy. “Ten more days,” she smiled. “Ten more days.” She had just crawled into bed. I tried to do the math and I knew she was closing in on twenty pounds lost. Maybe she looked a little smaller. I was always hesitant to say anything because I didn’t want to offend her. Especially when she was in a pretty good mood.

“Have you decided what you want to do for your big night out?” I asked.

“I have a few ideas,” she smiled. “I’m still trying not to think too much about it. It kind of sucks that we end on a Monday night, though. It would be nice if it ended on Friday, then I could really whoop it up.”

“You could suggest extending it,” I offered.

“Screw that,” she laughed. “I’d end it now if I could. This has been a long 15 weeks.”

I thought about pointing out that she really only had done ten weeks, but kept it too myself. “Will you be home right after the weigh in Monday night? We could have a late dinner out.”

“No I don’t think so,” she said. “I’m not going for a workout after, that’s for sure, but I think they’ll do a little something at the nurse’s office.”

“A big cake for the winner?”

“I wish, that would be funny, but no it will probably be lame,” she said with a frown. “Celery and carrot sticks.” She gave a little smirk. “Sometimes I think I’m the only one that wants this thing to end. A lot of the other teams are talking about keeping it going and doing the weigh ins and stuff.” She shook her head. “Kathleen has hinted a little, but I’ve ignored her.” She reached under the covers and rubbed her belly. “I guess I should keep going, but I really want to take a break from it.”

“There’s nothing wrong with taking a break,” I said rolling over to look at her as we lay in bed.

“You just want to get rid of grumpy Stacey,” she smiled as she turned to face me. “Sorry, I know I’ve been miserable again.” She clothed her eyes and took a deep breath. “I just get so hungry sometimes. I hate diets.”

“It’s okay,” I said. “You haven’t been that bad, and like you said, only ten more days, right?”

She smiled at that and her eyes lit up again. “I’m hoping Kathleen and I will do something afterwards. Maybe I can wait until Friday for a big dinner out. She reached over and pulled me closer. “Then we can have some wine, dessert, stay up late, everything.” She gave me a big kiss. “And we won’t have to worry about getting up for work the next day.”

“Don’t you have aquabics Saturday mornings?” I smiled.

“I won’t in ten days!” she said as she pulled me closer.

The thought of reaching the end seemed to be enough to keep Stacey motivated. After her weigh in and workout on Monday, she was starting to get excited.

“I really thought I’d win at least one week, I’ve done pretty well, but there always seems to be a couple of people who do a little better.” She shrugged a little. “But anyways they are having a little party after the final next week. I’m trying to be optimistic, but I’m worried that no one wants to be the first to break their diet. If it sucks, I’m just going to walk out.” She pulled off her shirt and started shimmying out of her pants.

I couldn’t help but check her out. Maybe she did look a little smaller, she said that with tonight’s total she was only point three pounds away from a loss of twenty pounds. She was still plenty chubby, she really wasn’t much smaller than she had been before the cruise, but I was able to see a difference. The Stacey that I helped off the boat was definitely bigger than the one standing before me in her bra and panties. I guess she noticed me goggling her.

“Like what you see?” She stuck out a hip and put her arms in the air, striking a pose.

“Always,” I smiled.

She turned so she was standing profile to me and sucked in her belly. “What do you think? If I could lose another fifty pounds I’d be almost the same as I weighed on our wedding day.” She relaxed and let her belly swell into her hands and then gave it a little rub. “Even with all the work I’ve been through I’ve still got a belly. It’s smaller, but it’s still there.”

“You look beautiful,” I said and she really did.

“Thanks,” She smiled as she crawled into bed. “I’ve got to be careful though. I’ve just got this one week left, and I keep thinking about everything I want to do when this diet is over.”

“Oh, yeah?” I ask, “like what?”

“Well maybe ‘do’ isn’t the right word,” She said as pulled the covers up. She made a little grimace. “’Eat’ is more like it. I can’t stop thinking about all things I’ll be able to eat soon.”

“Don’t forget about the big celery and carrot party Monday night.”

“If they pull out crap like that I’m gone. The first thing on my list is one of those donuts from the grocery store.”

“The chocolate and bacon ones?” I asked.

She closed her eyes. “Those are the ones,” she was rubbing her tummy under the covers. “My poor little tummy has been so deprived for so long,” she pouted then pulled the covers down to her waist. “Look at how it has wasted away,” she tried to keep frowning as she rubbed her still quite plump belly.

“Aw you poor thing,” I said as I reached over and pulled her close. “Let me help take your mind of your stomach for a while.”

The girls worked really hard over the last week. They took in some extra aqaubics sessions when they were available. They stuck to their already pretty strict diets and worked out religiously. And finally all that extra work paid off for Stacey. She came home Monday night after the last weigh in with a big smile on her face.

She had called earlier and was pretty excited. She told me that everything had gone pretty good and that the little after party wasn’t too bad. “Can you believe they had a cake? I tired it and it wasn’t too bad, then I found out that it was gluten free and dairy free and egg free. People and their weird diets nowadays.” She said the party was short, but not too bad. Her and Kathleen were going to go grab a desert and a drink and then she’d be home to fill me in.

I was watching the hockey game when she got home around nine. Happy Stacey was definitely back. She had a big smile on her face as she entered the living room. She dropped her gym bag on the floor then plopped down on the couch beside me. “No Doritos tonight?” she asked as she looked around. “They’re not illegal anymore.”

“I forgot, actually, I guess I could have grabbed some,” I said as I paused the game. “I take it everything went well tonight.”

“It actually did, but first,” she reached into her duffle and pulled out a bag of Doritos, Cool Ranch, and tossed them to me. “Here you go. I stopped at the grocery store.” She gave me a little wink.

“Oh,” I smiled. “Did you get one of your donuts? Or two?”

“I looked,” she frowned, “but they were sold out of them.” She gave a little shrug. “It’s just as well, Kathleen and I had already stopped and grabbed a piece of cheesecake after the party. There were a couple of other kinds of donuts, but I really wanted my bacon and chocolate. You know the old Stacey would have just grabbed any old donut and stuffed her face, but this is the new lean and mean Stacey. I am going to be much more careful about what I eat. Now let’s open up that bag of Doritos!” She reached over and took the bag from me and opened it, then put a couple of the chips in her mouth.

“New, lean and mean Stacey?” I took a couple of chips as she passed the bag back to me.

“Yeah,” She smiled. “Kath and I talked about a few things over cheesecake and,” she paused. “Wait, let me tell you about the last night of the challenge first.”

She turned and pulled her legs up onto the couch then stuffed a couple more chips in her mouth. “Guess who won the final week of the challenge?” she beamed.

“You guys won?” I said, surprised.

“What? No!” she laughed. “But I won the individual weigh in.” She had another chip and then patted her belly. “Four point six pounds! I blew everyone out of the water. Plus,” she smiled, “I was no longer the fattest in the competition.”

“Good job.”

“Yeah, I’m second fattest,” she gave her nose a little scrunch, “and the lady I passed was the same one from the start of the competition. She is a bit taller than me, but still.” She seemed to have a satisfied look on her face as she grabbed a couple more chips. “So, yeah. I won the weekly challenge, nineteen bucks in my pocket by the way,” she smiled. “Do you want to know the grand total?”

“Of how much you won?”

“No, stupid! Of how much I lost! I only won the one weekly challenge and we didn’t place in the top three so we didn’t get any of the prize money. I already blew my winnings on the cheesecakes and wine and your Doritos that you’d better start eating before I finish the whole bag!” She pushed the Doritos in my direction after taking another handful.

“Okay,” I said, “how much did you end up losing.

“Twenty four point three pounds,” she grinned. “I actually passed Kathleen. She only lost twenty-four point one. I beat her by point two pounds. Karma is such a bitch.” She finished the chips in her hand and then looked at the bag I was still holding. “One more handful, and that’s it,” she said as she reached for it. “I shouldn’t gloat too much about beating Kathleen, but it’s kind of nice. I know she was thinking I was a horrible partner for a while there.”

“So you guys didn’t win the whole thing then?”

“No, but we didn’t come in last, which is where we were headed for a while.” She put the last of her chips in her mouth and thought for a minute. “We probably did the best in the final ten weeks. If we had done that well for the whole thing, maybe we could have won. Or at least been top three.” She shrugged. “But we didn’t come in last. And neither Kathleen nor I came in last either. I’m happy with that.” She smiled then her eyes dropped the Doritos.

“Oh, sorry, did you want some more?” I held the bag out to her.

She sighed. “No, it’s okay. But if you’re not going to eat anymore could you put them away? Maybe hide them?” She kind of frowned.

“Sure,” I said getting up. “You’re going to stick to your diet?”

She laughed at that, “No way! Well not the diet I was on anyways. But I am going to be more careful. I worked really hard to lose all this weight.” She was holding her belly when I came back from stashing the Doritos. “I’m not going to starve myself like I was, but Kath and I are going to keep up with the excursing. Most of it anyway.”

“So we’re not going out for supper?” I asked.

“Oh you’re taking me out for supper!” She said as she turned and got up off the couch. “Friday night, Buster! We had a deal.”

“Okay, okay,” I laughed, “I just wasn’t sure…”

“No, we’re going out, and I’m going to enjoy myself. But other times, I’m going to try and be a little more responsible. I really went overboard on that cruise. I can’t let myself pig out like that. Even before the cruise I was getting a little carried away,” she reached over and turned off the TV. “We’re going to take the rest of this week off and then start going to the gym again. Just one thing at a time though. I kinda liked the aquabics, but I’m not doing that and working out and doing cardio all in one night. No way.

“Oh, I was going to finish watching that game…”

She grabbed my hand and pulled me closer, “Wouldn’t you rather score?” She smiled. “Come on and enjoy this skinny body I’ve worked so hard on getting.” She gave me a big kiss then turned and led me up the stairs, still holding my hand. I tried to do the math in my head. Even after losing almost twenty-five pounds Stacey must still be over 180. “Not exactly skinny,” I thought as I watched her still wide hips swing as she worked her way up the stairs, “but still beautiful.”

When Friday finally rolled around we had had great rest of the week. Since she didn’t have to run out to the gym or the pool, Stacey tried to get back in the habit of cooking nicer meals. Fettuccini Alfredo made a return. So did homemade mac and cheese. Deserts even made a reappearance. Blueberry pie and ice cream. “Just for this week,” she smiled as she licked the ice cream scoop clean. “Then, I’ll probably cut out desserts. And maybe just one of these suppers a week too. I’m gonna try and find some better recipes, but I should try and eat a little lighter.” She smiled as she put a piece of pie and the ice cream in front of me. “I’m gonna try and take advantage of this week to fatten you up a bit, though.”

“I don’t think I lost any weight,” I said as I looked at the desert in front of me.

“Just enjoy it,” she said as she dug into her desert. Her eyes were closed as she savoured her blueberry pie. I couldn’t be sure, but her piece looked even bigger than the one she had served me.

I let her choose the restaurant for her ‘cheat night’ and wasn’t surprised to hear her say ‘Andre’s’. It had always been one of her favourites and I could tell she was looking forward to it. We both went all out with appetizers; calamari for me and artichoke dip for Stace, soups; lobster bisque for both of us and then mains; steak for me and Surf and Turf for Stace. I was too full for desert, but Stacey was determined to enjoy her first night out in almost four months.

“It’s so nice to be able to have whatever I want and not feel guilty,” she grinned as the waiter dropped off her strawberry flambé. “You sure you don’t want to get a desert?”

“I’m full, Stace. That was a big steak.”

“I’m full,” she repeated back in a mocking tone. “That’s never stopped me,” she paused to take a big bite of her now cooled desert. “Probably just as well you didn’t order anything,” she said with her cheeks stuffed full of food, “I’d have ended up eating your desert too.”

“So what do you want to do now?” I asked? “Hit the town?”

“I’d love to just curl up with a bottle of wine and find something on TV that doesn’t require too much thought. I’ve really enjoyed not having to rush out to the gym every night these last few days.” She took another big bite of her desert. “Are you okay with that?”

“I’m okay with it, I just wanted you to have the option, it’s your big night out and I didn’t want you to feel cheated. I know you were looking forward to this.”

“Well, now that you mention it,” she smiled between bites. “I did have an idea for tomorrow.”

“Oh yeah?”

“There’s that boat show out at the convention centre,” she scraped the last of her desert from the plate. She licked the fork clean then pushed the plate off to the side. “I know you’ve been looking at boats…”

“How did you know that?” I was a little surprised. It was sort of an idea of mine to find a little boat so we could spend some time out on the water.

“You’re not as sneaky as you think either, buster.” She smiled as she set her fork down. “I saw your browser history,” she added after. “But anyways, I thought we could head over there first thing tomorrow, there’s some nice restaurants over there by the centre and then maybe spend the night in a hotel.” She sat forward a bit, placing her elbows on the table and resting her chin on her linked fingers. “What do you think, would you like to take your wifey on a little date night like that?” She cocked her head a little and smiled her gorgeous smile.

“You know I can’t say no to you,” I smiled as I stared at my wife. The way she was sitting her still plump arms were framing her chest as it rested on the table. She looked incredible.

“I know,” she laughed, “I already made the reservations.”

We left the restaurant soon after and even though it was barely nine o’clock; we were soon relaxing in bed, sharing a bottle of wine.

“Thanks for tonight,” Stacey smiled while we watched a movie on pay per view.

“No problem, it was nice to get out and do that with you.” I looked over at my wife as she lay in bed. Propped up on pillows, the position of her head really made her double chin stand out. She raised one chubby arm to take a sip of wine while the other hand rested on her full plump belly. “You earned it,” I added as I set my glass down then reached over put me arm around her. “You did wait a long time for that night out.”

“I did,” she said as she finished her wine, then put the empty glass on her night table. “I can’t remember the last time I went to bed with a full stomach like this. She turned her head to face me, smiling that wonderful smile. “I feel like a queen.”

We headed out early that morning, stopping at a McDonalds for a quick bite along the way.

“You know,” she said between mouthfuls of sausage McMuffin. “I know this isn’t fancy dining, but I really missed eating crap like this. Must be some sort of primitive thing. Craving grease and stuff.”

Her ‘big night out’ was slowly becoming a ‘big weekend out’. But it was hard to blame her. She had gone without all the little things she enjoyed for quite a while.

“Are you going to eat your hash brown?”

“No, you go ahead,” I smiled and watched as her eyes smiled back as she reached in and grabbed the hash brown. It was so nice to be with happy Stacey. I was really looking forward to the rest of the weekend. We made it to the boat show in pretty good time. I did really enjoy it, but I could tell Stacey was getting a little bored.

“Do you want to head back to the hotel?” I asked her. “It’s okay, I’ve seen most of the displays.”

“I’m sorry,” she said. “Everything kind of looks the same to me.” She paused and looked around. “Look, there’s still lots left to see. Is it all right if I take the car and head over the mall? I’ll come back and get you in a couple of hours?”

“Sure,” I said as we headed towards the exit. “I’ll walk out with you and drop off these pamphlets.”

As we were leaving we passed a diving booth and a swimsuit booth. I could almost picture Stacey in a wetsuit. I was going to suggest she check them out, in case we did get a boat and she wanted to try waterskiing. She was already checking out swimsuits though.

“Are you going to try on a swimsuit?”

“Hmm,” she replied, still flipping through them, “no, not yet. I want to get one for our next cruise, but I still have a lot of weight to lose.” She held a skimpy bikini up against her figure. “Imagine me, fifty pounds lighter, in this.”

“I think you should try that on right now,” I smiled.

“I’d be practically naked!” she laughed, putting the swimsuit back on its rack. “There wasn’t much material there to handle this body.”

“Exactly,” I smiled leaning in for a kiss.

“Just you wait,” she said, giving me a quick kiss back. “I’ll be at a better weight before you know it.”

She texted me about three hours later and said she was ready to come and get me. She was done looking around the mall, and I was done dreaming about spending money on a cute little speedboat. By now it was nearly 3:00 in the afternoon. I had grabbed a hotdog while at the show, but was starting to get hungry for real meal.

“What do you want to do for supper?” I asked Stacey as I slid into the passenger seat. I had thrown a few more pamphlets in the back, noticing there wasn’t a lot of shopping bags back there.

“There’s a great Mexican place by the hotel,” she said pulling out. “I drove by it coming back from the mall. I thought we could unload the car and check in, then just walk over.”

“Sounds okay with me, when do you want to go and eat? I’m actually getting pretty hungry.”

“You’re always thinking about food,” she laughed and gave me a little swat in the chest. “I just had a snack, so I’m okay for a bit, but we could go and sit at the restaurant. They probably have chips and salsa.” She paused and her eyes lit up, “Oh! And margaritas!”

“Sounds good,” I replied, “so you just got a chance to eat now? Too busy shopping? It doesn’t look like you picked up much.”

“Hmm?” she shook her head, “No, I looked at a lot of stuff. I did pick out something. I grabbed lunch when I got to the mall. A little Greek place.” She looked at me after she found a parking spot at the hotel and smiled. “Then just before I texted you I found a cinnamon bun place. I can’t remember the last time I had something like that. But, God, it was huge.”

Once checked into the room, I ran our bags up along with Stacey’s purchases, and then met her in the lobby. We walked over and had no trouble getting a table, but I was glad we were there early. With the boat show near by it was probably going to get busy at some point. As expected our waitress kept our chips and salsa bowls filled. As well as our margaritas. Even though I was the hungry one, Stacey nibbled her way through her fair share.

Although not the healthiest of suppers, I was almost ready to just head back to the room after a few bowls of salsa and chips, but Stacey thought we should have something more substantial to eat then just that. Especially since our waitress was bringing me my third, and Stacey her second Margarita.

“Look, they have tacos, and burritos. You love this stuff.” She searched through the menu trying to decide. “I was going to get something authentic, but after the margaritas, I think I just want bar food.”

“Okay, I’ll grab a burrito, what do you want?”

Her eyes sparkled as she found it. “Nachos!” she exclaimed!

If I had thought my burrito platter was big, it was nothing compared to Stacey’s nacho platter. “Wow, she said,” her eyes going wide at the mountain of nachos, beef and cheese piled in front of her. “You’re going to have to help me with this.”

“I was going to ask you to help me with this,” I replied. “We may be here for a while. We’re gonna need more margaritas.”

“Aren’t you glad we just have to walk back to the hotel,” she smiled as she started digging in to her meal. “

It took her a while, but Stacey got through most of her giant platter. She leaned bag and took a deep breath. “Whew!” she said as she exhaled. “I didn’t think I was going to be able to do it.”

“Desert?”

“I can’t,” she frowned. “I’m too full. I can’t believe it. I bet they have deep fried ice cream here.” She looked through one of the tabletop menus. “Crap, they do. I would have loved that. But I can’t do it.”

“Maybe next time?” I offered.

“For sure, I should have saved room, but the nachos were soooo good.” She stifled a little burp. “Are you done? Looks like you still have some work to do.”

“I’m done.” I said. “It’s just some rice and the refried beans left.” I finished my margarita and watched for the waitress so I could let her know we were ready for the cheque.

The waitress came with our bill shortly. “Do you want me to wrap this up to go?” she asked me. “It will just take a second.”

“No I’m good,” I said as I paid the bill and got ready to stand. The waitress thanked us for the tip and headed off.

“Nuts,” Stacey said. “I bet we could have gotten desert to go.”

Back in the room we both stretched out to let our meals digest. Stacey looked very content propped up on pillows, her hands resting on her stuffed tummy. “Mmmmm,” she sighed. “That was sooo good, but I am sooo stuffed right now.” She turned her head a bit to face me. “Sorry I abandoned you and hit the mall, I’ve really enjoyed spending all this time with you, I just was getting a little bored at the boat show.”

“Don’t worry about me,” I said, “this is your weekend. The fact that you thought of the show and wanted to do that with me was just a bonus. It’s nice to see you relax and enjoy yourself.”

“It’s nice alright.” She rubbed her belly a little. “I might have enjoyed myself a little too much at supper though. I’m not used to eating big meals like that.” She gave a little ‘oumph’ and pushed herself up to a seated position. “Thanks, though, for doing this little break with me.”

“Do I ever say no to you?”

“True, I do have you wrapped around my little finger.” She swung her legs over the bed and got up. “Don’t go anywhere, I do have one little surprise for you.” She grabbed on of her shopping bags and headed for the bathroom.

Between the early morning and all of the walking around the boat show and the big meal with the margaritas I was starting to feel pretty beat. I could almost feel myself falling asleep just as the door to the bathroom opened.

“Don’t fall asleep yet!” Stacey called. I turned to see her come out of the bathroom. She had on some lingerie that she must have bought today. She looked a little uncomfortable in it as she posed in the doorway. It was a black lace bra with sheer panels draping from it. Underneath I could make out a garter strapped tightly around her waist and holding up some sheer stockings. She slowly strutted over to the bed. The bra supported her chest well, amplifying its size. She had her hair up and I was completely awestruck and very much wide-awake.

She still looked a little uncomfortable as she came around the bed to where I was laying. “Wow,” I said quietly, “you look incredible.”

She smiled and lifted one leg up on to the bed then started unhooking the clips holding up her stockings. It looked like she was going to do a little show for me. Slowly she worked each stocking down her thick thighs, her belly bunched into rolls as she leaned forward. Then she would straighten and twirl them a couple of times, pausing only to fling them. Once the stockings were off she finished unclasping the garter, and pulled it off. Finally she looked relaxed and she let out a deep breath, then a giggle. “It was a little tighter than I had planned,” she smirked as she pulled the sheer panels apart and rubbed her soft, round belly. “A few too many nachos tonight,” she whispered with another little giggle.

After some incredible sex, we lay in bed catching our breath. “Thanks again for the great weekend,” she said while rubbing my chest. “It’s been pretty much perfect.”

“Just pretty much?” I asked.

“Well, there is one thing that would make it even better, but it’s really not necessary.”

I was a little curious now. “What is it?”

“No, forget it,” she insisted. “Really, it’s okay. I shouldn’t have even brought it up.” She lay back in bed and I could see there was still something on her mind.

“You can tell me.”

She rolled back to face me. “I’m sorry. I just can’t stop thinking about it though.”

“What?”

She smiled and scrunched her face up a little. “Do you think you could run down and grab me some of that deep fried ice cream?”
Stacey's Diet - Part VII
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Okay, so I finally started uploading some of my stuff. I think it's being received okay, but I'd love a little feedback. Was there a part of a story that you really liked? A scene or a description? Was there something you didn't like. I wrote these stories over a pretty long period of time - did I screw up continuity anywhere? Don't be shy! I was shy on here for years and I think I have enjoyed this last week the most with the little interaction I've done.

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I really like your stories! Especially the Conflicting series!
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Thank you. I had played around with that story for quite awhile and finally thought it was worth posting. It's nice to hear that you enjoyed it.
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Quick but stupid question: do you do requests?
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I could try. I have a few ideas I'm trying to finish up. It would depend on if I could make it work I guess.
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