This choice: It doesn't—if anything, Stella's just getting more efficient • Go Back...Chapter #6It's all She Wants, and She's Waited for so Long by: Bobo the Hobo   There was now a binder of the do’s and don’t’s of Stella’s weight gain. She and Stewart had come together and researched the best possible ways to lose weight, and written them down in reverse.
It was among Stella’s most prized possessions, and it sat at her side on the couch. She would idly flip through it, not really reading any of the pages, as she came down from her stuffing highs. Even though she had technically co-authored the thing, it felt like she learned something new every time that she opened it. The pages were laminated, to protect from what seemed to be perpetually sticky fingers. She’d lay the book on her belly as she sat on the couch, flipping pages idly in her skivvies. Whenever she felt like she needed a little extra motivation, she’d flip through this big white binder of bigness that they’d cultivated, and she’d feel… inspired.
Among other things.
It was just one way of keeping her sedentary. Cutting out any extraneous movement had been a challenge—after all, it was hard to unlearn a single mother’s do-it-yourself attitude after having to provide for a daughter for all those years.
Stewart essentially took care of most of the housework these days. Stella would get home after a long day at work, unbutton her bottom-most buttons from her blouse, and plop down on the increasingly worn-out couch while her husband (who got home an hour or so before her) prepared dinner.
Stella had learned how to dedicate most of her day to eating. Her lunches at the office were becoming the things of legends. Every day, she’d come in with a big packed lunch—easily enough to feed two people—and just go to town on it. The interns would stare at her as she became increasingly and irreparably insatiable, choking down sandwiches made with half-packs of Oscar Meyer and dripping with mayo. She had learned to work in extra calories wherever she can; no more whole wheat, only white. Put cheese on it. Double stack the meat, trick the brain. Stewart had gotten so good at stacking his wife’s lunches in her favor that she had picked up a habit of running by a fast food joint every now and then before lunch was over, just to have something to “top her off”. Combined with a hearty snacking routine that she’d adopted and could do from her desk, it was no wonder to anyone outside of her immediate family just as to why she was getting so big, so fast.
Stella was slowly but surely undoing the life of self-reliance that had gotten he to be a successful single mother, and was quickly adopting the ways of the laze. Even walking from her car to the front door would leave her out of breath at this point. The rapid rate at which she was expanding was quickly sapping her of the energy required to go about her daily routine as it had been.
Instead she’d started coming home, plopping down, and preparing herself to be waited on hand and foot.
“Soup’s on, sweetheart!” Stewart smiled as he entered the living room, mealtime in tow, “Do you want me to get the TV tray?”
“Please.” Stella huffed thickly, stiffening her position on the couch slightly as she wriggled her way to a more seated, less reclined position, “I’m starving.”
“I find that hard to believe.”
The two of them shared a loving glance as Stella coquettishly bat at her belly. Surging forward, spreading her meaty thighs far apart so as to allow room for the berth of her wide belly, Stella’s stomach had started to sag onto the couch. It was almost perpetually full, marred with some angry red stretchmarks that charted her growth like a tree. As her gut collapsed into rolls and folds, rolling onto her insulated lap, Stella couldn’t help but run her hands along its squeezable softness. It was her favorite thing to do, when she wasn’t busy stuffing her face.
“You would, knowing how much you feed me.” She said in a low, sultry voice, “Serve up some supper with this sweet talk though.”
“Your wish is my command.” Stewart said with a peck on his wide wife’s chubby cheek, “Give me just a minute to get the rest of it.”
It was something of a struggle to get a TV tray situated where Stella could use it. Not because she was too fat—that was a good way’s away—but because she was becoming too lazy to use it to its full potential. They’d tried sitting it on the arm of the couch, so as not to interfere with Stella’s stomach as it grew tauter, rounding out more and more throughout her meals, but there simply wasn’t a way to keep her entire meal within arm’s reach that way.
As her husband had continued to enable her, Stella would be able to descend deeper into the levels of lethargy needed to reach the next level of largeness. And then the one after that, the one after that…
 indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
| Members who added to this interactive story also contributed to these: |
<<-- Previous · Outline  · Recent Additions © Copyright 2025 Bobo the Hobo (UN: psuedophobic at Writing.Com). All rights reserved.
Bobo the Hobo has granted Writing.Com, its affiliates and syndicates non-exclusive rights to display this work within this interactive story. Poster accepts all responsibility, legal and otherwise, for the content uploaded, submitted to and posted on Writing.Com. |
View Portfolio
Visit Notebook
Send Gift Points
Awards
Badges
Send Email
Community Newsfeed
General Discussion
Sponsored Items
Book of Trinkets
Static Items
Books
Groups
Interactive Stories
Audio
Campfire Creatives
Community Notes
Crossword Puzzles
Documents
Folders
Images
In & Outs
Madlibs
Photo Albums
Polls
Product Reviews
Quizzes
Survey Forms
Web Pages
Word Searches
More by this author