Plump Fiction

[JDubois]

This is the old Nicole Thompson (Trophy Wife) story that I wrote a long time ago under the name plussauvage. I cannot log in as plussauvage any more as it was through an old student email address and a college password that I don't remember. Anyway I have rewritten much of the story and it is nearly finished and I will post it again here, although I know parts of the old thread are still up. Also this is in the process of becoming an audio book, so if you see any typos, or have any feedback be sure and let me know, I would very much appreciate it. Thank you!

 

PLUMP FICTION

by Jolene Dubois

 

CHAPTER 1

    “Actually if James would get off his…. tight butt and ask me out I would totally say yes.” Nicole told her friend Britney as she changed from snug jeans into tiny shorts in the girls locker room.
    “Are you serious?” Questioned Britney. “He’s too goodie goodie.”
    “Yes, but he’s sooooo cute.” Said Nicole.
    “Actually…..I heard Lissett’s trying to dig her claws into him.” Said Britney.
    “Lissett! What the fuck?” Nicole angrily exclaimed. “That pasty ass bitch?”
    Nicole Thompson was the hottest girl in high school. 18 years old, 5’6” 137 pounds, she looked like a prettier, more voluptuous version of the male fantasy high school prom queen or the classically beautiful teenage hot girl. With long dark brown hair flowing well past her shoulders, big brown eyes, full pouty lips and perfect skin it wasn’t any wonder that with just one look she seemed to be able to get every and any guy to fall in love with her instantaneously.
    It wasn’t just her model perfect face however that made her such a knock out, but it was also…… and especially her body. She had the type of body that women envy, resent, love and hate…..and the kind that men daydream, drool and start wars over. She was soft but not at all chubby, delicate and petite yet not tiny, with sinful C-cup breasts, a narrow waist, wide curvy hips, and a big round tear drop ass with just enough jiggle in it to make a priest question which side of the confessional he should be seated.
    Being honest and blunt, Nicole just straight up had a big butt. Much bigger than you might expect from the typical hottie, or from looking at her gorgeous face, yet it was oh so sweet, almost too perfect and too provocative for her own good, as most guys were incredibly intimated by her beauty and curves…. even as just a high school senior.
    “Yep…she has like a family connection with James and she still thinks she can get any boy just by wiggling that tight little ass of her’s…..oh…..um but seriously, speaking of butts… DAYUM!” Said Britney with a smile on her face has she took a peak at Nicole’s ample posterior.
    “Gawd Britney!” Said Nicole. “You sound like such a guy!”
    “What? DAYUM!” Britney added with a laugh.
    “Omigod, stop that!” Said Nicole, as she started giggling. “I’ve got a much better ass than her! And I don’t even have to run…..3 miles a day or whatever she does.” She added smugly.
    “Jezz…yeah Nicole, you got a bigger ass than her…..but you have a J-lo, Kim K butt, that’s totally different.” Britney said with a grin as she peered over again at her friend’s shapely derrière. “You better watch it though, if that thing gets any bigger you’re going to be worse at cheer drills than you already are.”
    “Omigod….what’s that supposed to mean? Nobody cares about the drills.” Squeaked Nicole. “I’m just there to distract the other teams players.” She added haughtily.
    “Try telling that to Miss Vinson.” Said Britney, referring to their cheer coach. “She already thinks you’re lazy.”
    “Miss Vinson can suck it.” Said Nicole. “Sorry if I don’t have to workout 24/7 like Lissett to get all the boys to look at me.”
    “Come on working out is fun.” Said Britney. “I’ve lost 4 pounds since Christmas break, but you know be honest, you’re telling me you don’t work on your glutes?”
     “Nope, this is all natural.” Nicole said arrogantly. “I have curves, unlike fucking Lissett.” She added as she sensually ran her fingers down her shapely hips and bit her lip nervously.  
    “Speaking of curves, have you seen Mrs. Fuller lately?” Britney asked with a smirk on her face in reference to the young home economics teacher they shared sophomore year. “She’s gained a shit ton of weight. I heard she can barely fit behind her desk now.”
    “Omigod I know.” Said Nicole as she went back to her cellphone cam and touched up her makeup and lipstick. “Her husband is so fucking gorgeous though have you seen him?”
    “Yes I have! How the hell did she get a guy like that?” Asked Britney.
    “She wasn’t that fat when we had her, maybe he….. likes her bigger.” Said Nicole with an eyebrow raised. “Or maybe she just let herself go once she got him to marry her, cause that’s what I’d do.” She added with a giggle.
    “Don’t get any ideas Nicole…. maybe James likes the skinny mini Lissett types.” Said Britney. ‘God, her butt looks like it’s been inflated with air. How the hell does she do that?’ She thought to herself as she caught another good glimpse of Nicole’s ass.
    “Whatever, guys just drool over my body and you freaking know it.” Nicole replied smugly.
    “Oh get over it. Besides that kid is way too shy to ask you out, he had all of high school, and he never did so fuck him.” Said Britney. “I’m telling you, date college guys! James may be like the hottest guy ever but he probably wouldn’t know what to do with those knockers.”
    “James is a college guy! But omigod, in all honesty I do want to start working out more once I graduate.” Said Nicole as she began to poke and investigate a slight softness in her mostly flat stomach. “I swear to God, carbs go straight to my boobs.” She added as she turned around facing her friend with her huge perfectly formed breasts on wonderful display in a tight low cut tank top that showed enough cleavage to make any high school boy fall on his face.
    “Why not just like work out now?” Britney asked with a roll of her eyes and slight smirk on her lips.
    “Oh shush your mouth Brit…, what do you think were about to do?” Nicole countered.
    “Come on, this is freaking high school P.E. class, and you skip it half the time. I keep telling you to come to yoga with me and the girls but you never do.” Said Britney who was secretly wanting to hang out with Nicole more, just for the sheer amount of hot guys she attracted.
    “Yeah, I’ll go to yoga with you only if we go to that one next to the Cold Stone Creamy…..so we can like go there after….that place is sooooo good!” Nicole said with a girly giggle as she ran her fingers through her sexy, voluminous, long soft hair.
    “Yeah, and just ruin the workout.” Brittany said under her breath.
    “And I only skip gym cause there’s too many weirdos always like… staring at my ass!” Nicole said in an increasingly whinny tone.
    “Haha whatever, you know you love it.” Said Britney as she peered at her friend’s tiny grey and black cotton short shorts. “Did you get those in intimates or the activewear section?” She asked sarcastically, as she noticed the surprisingly ample amount of skin Nicole had on display, especially in those shapely smooth tan thighs, which looked a little less toned than Britney remembered.
    “Shut up!” Nicole blurted with a giggle as she flung her locker door closed. “They make my butt look good!” She added as she sashayed her way over to the restroom.
    “See what I mean!” Said Britney with laugh, as she watched Nicole’s ass breezily bounce away. ‘God.’ She thought to herself. ‘I didn’t know it was possible for hips to move that way…no wonder all the guys are obsessed with her, no wonder she gets away with being the most apathetic girl on the cheer squad, and no wonder she always gets voted Homecoming Queen, bitchiness and all.’

 

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CHAPTER 2

    Nicole may have been a total knock out, and perhaps it was because of this fact that she never was much of a student. She was ditzy, and a real girly girl with not exactly the most likable personality in the world….despite the word ‘like’ coming out of her mouth…..like every other word. She could be stuck-up, conceited, and well….lazy to be direct.
    I suppose it made sense. When she looked the way she did people treated her differently than other girls. She also came from money. Growing up an only child in the suburbs to well off parents, although her Mom and Dad split up when she was 12 and both quickly remarried, suddenly giving her four step-siblings by the time she entered her teens, she was still treated like a princess growing up. But it was a bit of a shock to her system to suddenly have to be compared to three new step sisters and one step-brother. But as a result of her upbringing, and always being the ‘pretty one’ things came easy to her and she had no clue what hard work was. So while moving on to college, she quickly learned that being a naturally flawless and perfect beauty did not make her exempt from the freshman 15.
    Nicole could be very self indulgent at times, had a bit of an overactive sweet tooth, and a penchant for all things chocolate. Mix that with being constantly wined and dined by adoring male admirers, no more cheer practice, the excessive alcohol consumption and partying typical to college life, a diminishing teenage metabolism, and you have the perfect recipe for tipping the scales at 154 pounds by springtime of her freshman year. The weight gain was gradual enough for most people not to take much notice, and it certainly didn’t detract from her beauty. If anything her expanding hips, and her incredible ass, which was just as deep as it was wide, only made her more of a head turner than she already was. Bequeath it to perfect Nicole to only get hotter with a few extra pounds.
    “Nicole you smell like cigarettes, have you been smoking?” Nicole’s Mom, Kimberly asked her daughter with a concerned look, while she was home from school for a quick visit.
    “Chill out Mom I just had like one, I’m not like gonna get addicted or anything, unlike you.” Nicole said defensively.
    “It’s going well then huh? Kim asked.
    “Yeah I guess…I mean classes are pretty boring, but it’s fine.” Nicole answered as she started rummaging through her Mom’s freezer.
    “Nicole I hope to God you’re not walking around like that on campus.” Kim said in reference to the outfit Nicole had on. With tiny little cotton side tie shorts, and a skinny strap tank top, she was leaving little to the imagination, and when you have a body like Nicole’s…..let’s just say her mother knew what boys would be thinking.
    Kimberly had always been a little uptight about her daughter, just because, as a beautiful woman herself, she knew what it was like having men falling over themselves over you, and chasing after you all the time, and how that more often than not, depending on how you display yourself to the outside world, it can lead to trouble. Nicole usually seemed a little too flirty for Kimberly’s taste, which, among other things, regularly caused friction in their mother-daughter relationship.
    “No, of course not Mom.” Nicole answered somewhat sarcastically as she bent over and leaned in to reach the bottom part of the freezer. Kim could see that her daughter’s shapely thighs had softened a bit since going away to college, and she noticed tiny little love handles peaking out and over the waistband of her skimpy shorts, which seemed to be straining under the task of containing what Kim thought was a distressingly ample and provocative rear end for a 19 year old girl. “Omigod peanut butter chocolate, these are so bomb!” Nicole exclaimed as shut the freezer and turned around holding a Haagan Daz ice cream bar. “I will never get tired of these things.”
    “Just take it easy on the sugar Nicole, we’re going to meet up with everyone for dinner soon.” Kim said in a motherly tone as she eyed her daughter’s visibly softer upper arms, and substantial cleavage exposed in that tiny top. In the last year or two Kim became increasingly concerned with her daughter’s eating habits.  Nicole had been just a tiny bit chubby as a 6th and 7th grader, but that changed as she grew up and blossomed into the breathtaking beauty that she became in high school. Nicole’s diet however, in Kim’s opinion had always been poor, but it was the exuberance in which Nicole would seek out junk food, that was the most cause for alarm.
    As I said, Nicole’s Mom was a very beautiful woman, even at the age of 44, she was still quite the stunner. She had been a model in LA in her younger years, and she had hoped that her daughter might do the same. Kimberly thought that modeling might teach her daughter some poise and grace, but Nicole never showed much interest, and in reality Kim was just trying to boost her own self confidence through her daughter’s breathtaking beauty. She felt that she herself could have gone further into modeling but life and marriage and a pregnancy got in the way.
    Kimberly had also fought with her weight for years. She had starved herself as a catalog model and ever since then her weight was a constant battle for her. It was right after her first marriage that the pounds started to pile on, and that only escalated after the birth of Nicole. She tried every weight-loss fad you could think of, and she spent most of her 30’s seeing the scale go down 20 pounds, up 30 pounds, down 10 pounds, and all the way back up and so on. She knew from experience that the unhealthy choices you develop in your late teens and early 20’s can be hard to get away from and will stay with you for the rest of your life, if you’re not careful.
    “Oh please Mom what do think I’m going to like, spoil my appetite? Nicole said mockingly as she gracefully took a bite, breaking the chocolate shell.
    “Hey, a body like your’s won’t last forever if you keep eating dessert first.” Kim said. “And you won’t keep that gorgeous skin if you don’t save room for vegetables.”
    Nicole just stared at her Mom in smug distain and took an even bigger bite. She and Kim had never gotten along… at all. Nicole was pretty sure that her Mom had been having multiple affairs with other men while she was still married to her Dad, and I don’t think she ever forgave her for it. What’s more is that Kim could be a very manipulative and narcissistic person at times, and in Nicole’s opinion…. kind of a bitch.
    “Did you hear Ashley is running a marathon this year?” Kim asked, referencing Nicole’s step-sister.
    “Good for her.” Nicole said as she plopped down on the couch and started scrolling through her phone while continuing to nibble on her ice cream bar.
    “She’s really been training hard and she just got into Law School.” Kim said in a somewhat louder voice as if she was really wanting to drive that last point home.
    Kim had been trying to make up for her past shortcomings as a Mother in recent years but Nicole was having none of it. Nicole was young and hot and she knew it, and she wasn’t going to give in to her Mom’s backseat parenting. Kim didn’t know what she was talking about anyway because in spite of her party girl diet, I don’t think Nicole ever had even a pimple or a zit in her entire life, and she had such an attractive and naturally womanly figure…..even at her young age..… that the weight, (although Nicole was mostly in denial about it) went to all the right places…… and it really only embellished her already arresting curves, and emphasized her best features.  She certainly didn’t mind flaunting her assets once in a while, and she really didn’t care what her Mom thought.

 

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CHAPTER 3

    “We’ll be out in a minute!” Screamed a tipsy Nicole as she and her friend Monica reapplied lipstick in the bathroom at a typical college house party.
    “Gawd the door is locked for a reason fucker!” Added Monica.
    Both girls looked ridiculously attractive and were dressed to impress. Monica in a sexy black and red striped dress, and Nicole in a very tight spaghetti strap black sheath that was cut short well above the knee and left little illusions about her body shape. They looked chic, like a couple of glamour models on their way to an exclusive club, in comparison to most college girls.
    “I can’t believe he’s here with his little girlfriend!”  Nicole whined as she smacked her sexy plump lips together and checked herself out in the mirror.
    “I can’t believe you haven’t seen him since high school, I see him all the time and I had a class with Lissett last quarter.” Said Monica. “He’s definitely cute and he’s super smart.” She added referring to James.
    “Uh…he got like way hotter, and I didn’t think that was possible.” Said an exacerbated Nicole. “And I didn’t even know Lissett went here, I thought she got into……I dunno one of those, smart people Christian schools.”
    “Oh? So she’s smart, and pretty? Looks like you got your work cut out for you lover girl.” Said Monica.
    “Ok that little bitch is not that pretty!” Nicole said angrily. “She never was, not in high school and not now, I’m sick of everyone saying that. She has like the whitest, blotchiest skin in the world, flat boring hair, no fashion sense, and okay…she’s super skinny, but that’s only cause she like works out all the time!”
    “Well…see working out pays off!” Monica replied as she took in Nicole’s juicy behind that looked a little extra juicy as of late, and even juicier in that dress. “I keep telling you to come to gym with me. Lot of hot guys there.”
    “Whatever, working out sucks!” Nicole exclaimed as she ran a hand through her flowing brown hair and smacked her lips. “I know James (ehh) fucking wants me….ooo…oh shit.” She added as she clumsily knocked over her glass of wine with her ass while struggling to adjust her tight, now D-cup bra.
    “Oh God…..Nicole!” Monica wailed as she opened the bathroom door.
    “Let’s get outta here.” Nicole said giggling, stepping over the broken glass and out into the hallway.
    Monica followed behind and watched as Nicole strutted with the confidence of a tipsy girl who knew she was the hottest one in the party. The click of her stiletto pumps, one in front of the other, it was a man-melting saunter that led with her breasts and shoulders back, followed by her bouncing butt and gyrating swiveling hips. ‘Jeez Nicole you’re looking a little big and jiggly back there.’ Monica thought to herself as she walked in the shadow of her hot, beauty queen friend. ‘Kind of wobbly really….we need to get that ass into the gym before it knocks over more wine glasses.’ She thought, chuckling to herself.
    
    “Is that James Rolland drinking a beer?” A sweet voice purred into James’ ear. He turned around and was faced with a pair of the most beautiful breasts he could imagine, and then looked up to see the beautiful face to whom they belonged. Those big brown eyes, he would have known them anywhere, the lipstick, that beautiful cascading dark hair, that perfect skin………
    “Nicole?” He asked a bit awestruck and overwhelmed by the amount of gorgeousness that stood before him.
    “Been a while huh?” Nicole said sweetly as she placed her hand on his shoulder.
    James was still a little too mesmerized by the tightness and provocativeness of that dress she was wearing to respond immediately……. her hips looked too amazing to be real, and he could only picture how great she must have looked from behind. He couldn’t believe it, this was Nicole Thompson….. that perfect ’10’ from high school, his biggest crush of all time right in front of him with her hand on his shoulder, but her boobs looked bigger than he remembered, and so did her thighs. It looked like she might have put on a few pounds since high school but her face looked as stunning as ever, in fact even more radiant than he remembered, (how that girl wasn’t on the cover of every beauty magazine in the world was beyond him) but he did notice just a little extra softness in her upper arms that wasn’t there in the last time he saw her, and overall she looked about as curvy as lombard street, but this was all very welcome surprises to his overstimulated sense of sight….she was so hot he felt like she could burn his eyes out.
    “Ehh, can you be a dear and light this for me, I don’t want to mess up my nails.” Nicole said as she handed him a cigarette lighter. Still speechless he tried to keep his hand from shaking too much as Nicole leaned in and puckered those pouty lips of hers and placed a cigarette between them. She leaned in more as he lit it for her, and they locked eyes long enough to melt James where he stood…….Goddamn she was beautiful.
    “You guys kinda know each other right?” Nicole asked as she referenced Monica, who stood beside her. James had been so taken with Nicole, that he didn't even noticed that there was another attractive girl standing next to her.
    “Oh yeah, hi Monica, I didn’t know you guys…I mean.. girls knew each other.” James said as he struggled to pull his head away from Nicole’s beauty and acknowledge her friend.
    “Yeah…..we’re sorority sisters.” Monica said with slurred speech.
    “James, was like….’the cute boy’ in high school.” Nicole said to Monica with a mischievous glance towards James that exuded sexiness as if she and Monica hadn’t been talking about him all night.
    “Oh, oh… no way….” James humbly stammered, trying not to blush.
    “Yes way….yes, yes way, James Rolland.” Nicole cooed as she playfully pressed her finger into his chest. James wanted to kiss her so bad that he felt like he might exploded. Nicole was looking lustfully straight into his eyes, and James leaned in close enough for their noses to nearly touch and to smell her sweet perfume and the alcohol on her breath.
    Nicole went against everything James Rolland stood for. He grew up in a strong Christian household and everything he had been taught to stay away from, temptation, lust…..smoking, binge drinking, was all part of the embodiment of the sinfully sexy, barbie doll-like bombshell that was Nicole Thompson. At least that was the image she projected. But not to mention that he was already in a relationship with a beautiful young, smart Christian girl……could he sacrifice his relationship with Lissett for one kiss? He thought about for less than a second, but really he didn’t even need that long. The answer was yes, hell yes, fuck yes! He reached around and grabbed her soft waist and began to pull her close but…….
    “What’s up Nicole! What you doin’ smokin’?” A voice said, abruptly interrupting James’ transient lust induced daze, while causing Nicole to break away from his embrace. It was Cyler Miles, the star quarterback on the football team, just one of the many young men that had been slowly magnetizing towards Nicole throughout the evening.
    “You know you gonna get addicted to those.” Cyler said referencing Nicole’s smoking.
    “Oh please Cyler, I am not, I only smoke when I drink silly.” Nicole said playfully.
    “James let’s go!” Another voice said, it was Lissett popping her head through the sliding glass doors of the house. She leaned in for a closer look and when she recognized Nicole, she scurried towards them.
    Nicole broke from a flirtatious intertwinement with Cyler, and calmly said to James, “Well it was good to see you James Rolland.”
    “Ah..you too Nicole.” Said James with one eye on Lissett as she walked towards him.
    “Let’s catch up again soon.” Nicole said as she leaned in and gave him a hug. With the awareness that Lissett was watching, she embraced him up close and tight, with a little extra fondle of her hands down his back and a calculating smile on her face. James savored the hug and became instantly hard. He could feel her luscious breasts pressed against him, and he could sense a little extra feminine softness to her girly figure as he explored her shoulders and back with gentle hands. He could taste the kiss of those soft full lips in his mind, and wanted more than anything to envelope into her right there in Cyler’s face, but…..sadly, he was dragged back to reality with touch of Lissett’s hand on his arm.
    “Come on, James I’m really tired.” Said Lissett as James pulled away from Nicole. By that time several more drunk college kids were out on the deck, wanting to get closer and catch a glimpse of quote, “Like the hottest girl in the world,” which helped to distract and detract from the intimacy of the moment, but there was an exchange of a smug look and an evil eye between Lissett and Nicole, as if each knew what the other was thinking.
    “Alright alright we’ll go.” James said regretfully, as he tossed his half empty beer can into a recycle bin.
    “I’m sorry, I’m just a little stressed out with classes.” Lissett said as she James walked away.
    “It’s okay.” James replied. Still a little aroused and love struck by Nicole. He turned around as they reached the doors to the house and got one last glance at Nicole and she flashed him a smile.
    “Looks like Nicole has filled out little huh?” Lissett said as she stared suspiciously at her boyfriend.
    “Huh?” James asked, still with a head too full of Nicole’s sexiness to pay much attention to Lissett.
    “Nicole Thompson…..I mean why wear a dress like that if you can barely squeeze into it, that is totally not okay.” She said. “I can’t believe the way she flaunts herself like that.”
    “Oh…..yeah.”  Said James. “Yeah…can’t believe…..it.”
    “James are you listing to me? See now that’s the reason I workout.” Lissett said with a pleased look on her face. “Don’t ever let me get big like that okay?”
    “Oh….don’t worry, about that.” James answered trying to defuse the conversation.” I’d love you no matter what size you are.” He added as he looked over his girlfriend. Sure…Lissett was very pretty….. with bouncy shoulder length light brown hair, sweet smile, charming eyes, but at 5’5” 114 pounds, with smallish breasts, and somewhat narrow hips, she lacked the riveting sex appeal of Nicole, and it made James feel torn inside.
    Lissett was really the perfect girlfriend in many ways, and he had a ton of respect for her. While on the other hand he had close to zero respect for Nicole as a person, at least of what he knew of her, but he was just so….attracted to her physically that it was almost driving him insane. Even the fact that Nicole had put on a few pounds and was looking more voluptuous than ever made him crazy. The question that kept racing through his brain during the remainder of the night was ‘how can something so wrong, feel so….so right?’

 

 

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CHAPTER 4

    Although Nicole was mostly in denial about her softening figure, her increasing pant size made her self-conscious enough to force her lazy ass to the campus fitness center every now and then. It had really become a necessity for her to make some changes. Her weekend binge drinking had started to become more of a problem, and while her sorority sisters looked out for her, they couldn’t keep her from her Saturday and Sunday fast-food hangover cures, all of which were beginning to take their toll on her studies and the size of her ass.
     While most girls of her weight and height could fit comfortably in a size 8, Nicole was usually a snug size 10 because of her more prominent rear, and fuller than average thighs. So when she found herself having troubling squeezing her sexy hips into size 12’s, it was enough of a wake up call to get to the gym…..despite her total hatred for psychical excursion. But to see those smooth tan thighs, that perfect shapely ass, and those big perky breasts packed into tight yoga pants and tank tops, gyrating along on a slow moving treadmill, it was a thing of astounding beauty to say the least.
    Of course, a college fitness center is as much of a meet market as it is a workout facility, and for many, it was more about showing off, than actually working out, and Nicole was definitely no exception. With her hair perfect, her makeup perfect, and that arrogant, prissy, pouty look on her gorgeous face, it was the highlight of many a college boy’s year just to catch a glimpse of her. Too proud, too apathetic, or too pretty to break a sweat, I don’t think she ever lost a pound from her little appearances at the gym, but instead just received gobs of reinforcement of just how damn hot she was.
    It was around this time that Nicole finally fell into her first real steady adult relationship. Although she had always had her pick of boyfriends, she also developed a reputation as sort of the ‘elusive dream girl’ and she had been the queen of rejecting lustful frat boys and football players. But one day at the beach she finally met a guy who could handle himself without being too intimated by her beauty.
    Now…..Nicole in a bikini could certainly attract a lot of attention. Even amongst her girlfriends and sorority sisters, (a few of them, Monica in particular, were quite hot in their own right) she stood out, with by far the prettiest face of the bunch, (and that was saying something) there was just no comparison.  And even though she had gained a significant amount of weight, Nicole still had a mostly flat stomach, and a relatively smallish girly upper waist.  She did have a bit of a deeper set bellybutton however, and her light green bikini top recessed noticeably into her softer, yet deliciously flawless and perfectly tanned back. Her upper arms were squishier and fuller than of most of her girlfriends, but her boobs were on gorgeous display in her skimpy two-piece, and they looked as big and alluring as ever.
    Nevertheless, with all that skin showing it was her ass and thighs that stood out the most. Her butt was just so much bigger and rounder than the other girls, and with those wide lush hips (now over 40” around) it was no wonder she had a look on her beautiful face exhibiting the justifiably haughty vanity of a girl who knew she was the real life wild fantasy, and object of desire of every man on the beach. But she gave her number to only one, a college tennis star and business major named Dario.
    He knew it from the moment he saw her. She was walking on the beach with an icy Starbucks drink in her hand while he was tossing a frisbee around with his friend Luca. Her perfect tan skin and incredible curves caught his attention right away, and as she got a little closer he was delighted to see that she had the most gorgeous face he had ever seen to go along with it. His head turned as if beyond his control as she walked past and he got a good look at her backside. ‘Mama Mia! Bel culo, bella ragazza! What I would give to wake up to that every morning!’ He thought to himself in a dreamlike stupor while he gazed as discreetly as possible at her round hips and full ass covered only by skimpy bikini bottoms, sway and bounce with each dainty step she took. He purposefully let Luca’s next frisbee toss slip through his fingers allowing it to land at Nicole’s feet.
    “Hello, I am Dario.” He said with bombastic panache and an Italian accent as the two locked eyes. His dark hair and five o’clock shadow got Nicole’s attention immediately, and it didn’t hurt that he wasn’t wearing a shirt and he was displaying a sexy slim, toned physique that he got from years of tennis practice.  
    He was tall dark and handsome, a few years older, and he seemed to have enough money in his bank account to treat her right. He was so different and refreshing compared to the usual football jocks that typically flocked to Nicole, and she like him from the start. He thought Nicole was just about the prettiest American girl he had ever seen or could imagine, and he loved to spoil her as much as she loved being spoiled. Of course she still wanted James Rolland, but he seemed to be unable to work up the courage to ask her out or break up with Lissett, so Nicole said 'fuck him, I'll give this Dario a try.'

 

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CHAPTER 5

    “How can you just eat bread all the time like that?” Nicole asked Dario as she took a drink of her organic raw kombucha.
    “Eh?” Dario asked as he skillfully ate a piece of artisan bread with cheese.
    “All those carbs don’t seem to… effect you.” Nicole cooed as she gently stroked Dario’s muscular chest as he sat on his couch reading while Nicole mindlessly scrolled through her phone.
    “I do not know, I grew up with bread at every meal.” Dario respond in his slight, sexy accent.
    “It’s not fair.” Nicole complained, as she ate another thin mint girl scout cookie from right out of the box. “If I ate like you (munch) I would get like…. so huge.”
    “Nonsense, Nicole, nonsense.” Said Dario calmly and sweetly, as he eyed the way her substantial hips and generous thighs were packed into those velour pants as she scooched up next to him.
    “No seriously, if i’m gonna eat carbs, i’ll save it for a cinnamon roll or something, not just plain bread.” Said Nicole in a mocking tone as she took another sip of her drink.
    “Well I don’t know how you can drink those things.” Dario countered. “It smells like vinegar.”
    “But it’s so good for you!” Said Nicole. “It keeps me from getting fat.” She added as she reached for another cookie.
    “Nicole you are donna voluttuosa, you too beautiful be called, eh, fat.” Dario said as he leaned in and kissed her soft warm cheek. He smiled and rolled his eyes at the way she seemed to be mindlessly grazing through those cookies while bragging about how she didn’t eat carbs. He thought it was a little comical, yet cute and sexy at the same time. Dario was in fact, in awe of Nicole’s figure and overall beauty.  He had never seen a girl as ideal looking and gorgeous as she was, yet still with some extra padding and shapeliness to her ass and thighs. “I say, a beautiful girl should always be able to eat good food, she should indulge in her desires.” He added in an irresistible voice.
    “Well aren’t you just the perfect man.” Nicole said as she flung her soft legs over his lap. “I like the way you talk.” She added as she placed another cookie between her sumptuous lips.
    

    Nicole talked her ‘being healthy’ and carb conscious talk, but after enough time spent with Dario, evenings at the gym were soon replaced with sitting down in restaurants and eating tiramisu and cannoli. Dario was romantic, and a perfect gentleman, taking her out frequently, making every night feel special, insisting on dessert, and never making her feel guilty for having an appetite or matching him in portion sizes.
    While other girls her age were going on cheap dates of movies or walks in the park, Nicole was getting the comparative royal treatment, and in her mind that’s exactly what she deserved. That lovey-dovey relationship routine however, didn’t come without consequence to her waistline. In fact by Christmas time of her sophomore year the then 20 year old Nicole’s weight had crept into the 160’s, but she seemed too blinded by love to realize or care.
    And seriously though it was like she only got hotter as she got bigger. Her curves were just phenomenal. So much so that she often had the dilemma of looking incredibly sexy when she didn’t necessarily want to. She could hardly do something as mundane as grocery shopping without some guy trying to follow her out to her car and run full speed into a lamp post in the process. Her ass alone could literally cause a car crash.  It was to the point where she didn't even feel comfortable going out sometimes by herself, which made her that much more thankful to have a strong masculine boyfriend by her side.  And he was in love with her body just as much as the next guy.
    Dario was a man who could really appreciate a girl who wasn’t afraid to eat and a woman with curves to spare. He had a way of making her feel very feminine and comfortable in his presence, and making her feel small and dainty no matter how wide her awe-inspiring thighs and hips began to spread. Nicole knew she was beginning to fall into a very self-indulgent routine (even for her) but she was enjoying herself too much to change anything. She loved the way her body just seemed to fit perfectly into his. From his rock hard deltoids, V-shaped torso and washboard abdomen, to her soft petite shoulders, curvy hips and big squishy round butt. It was like the two of them just melted into a sexual position with ease during each embrace.
    Nicole found it interesting as she grew to learn more about her own sex appeal and the seductive power of her feminine form, just how much Dario seemed to be turned on, and how captivated he was by her expanding curves. It was the way he was constantly squeezing her ass, upper arms and even fondling her little love handles with such vigor and passion. The way he was always taking her out to eat, offering her chocolate or ice cream, and discouraging her from going to the gym. Now these were all things Nicole was very happy and eager to oblige him in…. it wasn’t like you had to twist her arm, and although a part of her always felt like she had to loose a few pounds, another part of her was really beginning to understand where Dario was coming from. It made her think of that Mrs. Fuller back in high school. All that weight she gained and the fact that she had a hot husband. She remembered thinking that he must of liked her bigger like that, and that thought alone seemed to comfort her, and actually turned her on a little.
    She liked the way Dario coddled and pampered her; and she drew great pleasure from being sinfully self indulgent around him. It made her feel like a princess, it felt wickedly good, and very sexy. After the early stage dating self-consciousness wore off, she started to let herself go and give in to her vices and desires as well as to her confident and more dominant boyfriend.
    What’s more is that although Dario was a very fit and a toned muscular guy thanks to being a scholarship athlete, he did enjoy his wine, and he was quite impressive at preparing delicious European style meals. He certainly knew, and enjoyed good food and his habits seemed to rub off quickly on his younger more impressionable girlfriend.

    So before she knew it, Nicole’s second year in college was winding down into summer, and her curvy hot girl’s body had transformed into that of a very buxom, well-developed, full-figured woman’s. That relationship weight had snuck up on her a little faster, especially in the previous few months to the point where she had mindlessly snacked herself up to 178 pounds and was having trouble fitting into size 14 jeans. Despite having moments of abhorrence at some of the chubbier areas of her body, she liked the cleavage and the chocolate too much to be overly concerned. Besides, anytime the reality hit her of how out of shape she was getting, or whenever she started to feel sluggish and heavy, Dario was always there to remind her of just how much of a knock-out she really was with they way he couldn’t keep his hands off her. But still, Nicole hung on to her innate girlhood….social pressure that screamed: ‘don’t get fat!’
    

 

[JDubois]

CHAPTER 6

 

    “Goddam, check it out man.” Dejounte said to his buddy KJ as they headed towards an off campus apartment building.
    “Whoooo! That is one damn fine woman right there, holy shit.” Added KJ as he looked across the street at what was to him the hottest girl he had ever seen.
    “That’s Nicole Thompson man.” Dejounte said as he slapped KJ on the arm and walked into the street as the two friends witnessed the brunette beauty strutting into the building.
    “Damn she’s gettin’ hella thick!” Said KJ excitedly as he followed his friend and teammate.
    “Pheww! (pant, wheeze) Omigod.” Nicole gasped breathlessly as she slowly heaved herself up the stairs towards Dario’s apartment.
    “Jesus Nicole could you go any slower?” Asked Dejounte sarcastically as he and KJ scurried up the stairs behind her.
    “Ooooo……hey boys.” Nicole said in a surprised yet flirtatious tone as she grabbed the handrail and stopped mid stairs to catch her breath.
    “You lookin’ good Nicole, my….goodness!” Said KJ playfully as he nudged her soft shoulder gently with his palm.
    “What the matter, stairs to steep for you?” Asked Dejounte. “You know there be an elevator up in here, no need to be huffin’ and puffin’.” He added as he witnessed Nicole’s huge caboose packed tightly in extremely boodylicious jeans as it wobbled up the flight of stairs, right in front of his face.
    “Omigod (gasp) shut up Dejounte!” Nicole responded with a half turn of her head as she continued up the stairs while cutely starting to blush.
    “That booty is poppin’.” KJ chimed in, a bit more unfiltered than normal. “Nate should see you now!”
    “Okay do you guy’s know what (pant) sexual harassment is?” Nicole asked lightheartedly… although she was somewhat annoyed. She knew Dejounte and KJ pretty well, they were stars on the college basketball team, and she had kinda sorta dated their teammate Nate for a brief period.
    “Leave the lady alone man.” Said Dejounte. “She don’t need no compliments from you. Nicole, I’d like to apologize on behalf of my friend here, he doesn’t know when to keep his mouth shut, ya know what I mean?” He added with a chuckle.
    “Fuck you.” Said KJ with a smile on his face. “By the way Nate says hi.”
    “Get outta here (huff, pant) you two!” Nicole said as she reached Dario’s floor.
    “Come to the game on Thursday, the only stairs will be them starin’ at me putting up 25!” Dejounte said laughing as he continued up the staircase towards the floor above and then stopping.
    “Ohhhh…(cough) good one!” Nicole said sarcastically.
    “Actually they probably be starin’ at Nicole not you!” KJ said smiling.
    “Hey yeah, that’s a good idea.” Said Dejounte as he paused for a moment. “Nicole would you distract the other team for us…you know wear one a them low cut shirts and some booty shorts or somethin’?”
    “Gawd shut up Dejon!” Nicole said with a smile as she sauntered away from them.
    “Ahh come on! We’ll get you court side seats! Dejounte continued as he began to mimic some basketball moves. “They look at Nicole, I take the ball, they keep lookin’ at Nicole, I take the ball haha, i’d bet it’d work too!” He added, as he laughed hysterically with KJ. “Cheerleaders gettin’ all envious and shit-”
    “Bye!” She shouted acerbically as they parted ways. Nicole liked Dejounte and KJ a lot, they were fun guys, but she couldn’t help but analyze their comments. ‘I wasn’t huffing and puffing up the stairs was I? Booty is popping? What the hell was that, are they saying I have a big butt?’ She wondered to herself as she entered Dario’s apartment. She set her Lana Marks hand bag down and flopped herself on his couch.
    “Can you get me a beer or something please.” She purred in a whiney yet sweet voice.
    “Ah yes of course…..you mean lemonade no?” Dario asked as he pulled himself away from his studies and walked too the fridge.
    “Yes, (pant) thank you.” Nicole said as she pealed off her stylish little Gucci jacket, still slightly out of breath and hot from her stair climb.
    “What is the matter Nicole, you look flush.” Dario said as he handed her a bottle ice cold alcohol infused raspberry lemonade, something he would never drink himself, but he bought them because Nicole liked them.
    “Ehhhh, it’s just those stairs, got me so out of breath….I didn’t realize how out of shape i’ve gotten.” Nicole cooed wearily as she kicked off her Frye boots.
    “You should take the elevator Nicole.” Dario said scoldingly, as he drank her in with his eyes. She was wearing just a white spaghetti strap tank top with her light blue ‘distressed' jeans, both of which appeared to be a size too small. She looked absolutely ridiculously curvy. Her boobs had become truly enormous and her thighs had gotten even bigger, but somehow….maybe because of her youth or just her body type, her waist, especially her upper waist remained tiny. Her stomach wasn’t toned or anything, far from it, in fact Dario noticed that she was starting to get a substantial belly roll poking over her jeans, which was something he had never noticed before.
    “I know, I just thought I should get at least a little exercise.” Nicole responded as Dario sat down next to her and put his hand on her forehead. “I can’t keep doing the same angles on Instagram forever.”
    “Can I get you some ice cream, I could order take away too….whatever you want.” Dario suggested, trying to console her.
    “No!” Nicole exclaimed as she pushed his hand away. She was exhausted and the wheels in her head were still spinning from KJ and Dejounte’s comments. “You! You are making me fat!”
    “What do mean Nicole? You look unbelievable.” Dario assured her kindly.
    “Yeah, to you!” Blurted Nicole. “I have never been this like…. jiggly in my life and it’s all your fault!” She added in an extremely sexy and pouty voice as she lit a cigarette.
    “Oh…oh baby you have never looked so sexy as you do right at this moment, come on.” Dario said in a slow whisper as he drew his lips close to her ear. He looked over and at her and glanced at the size of her thighs. He had himself a sudden moment of realization that his girlfriend had transformed from just a little softer in the boobs and butt, to starting to become actually big and flat out wide.
    “Stop being so (cough) sweet, I’m mad at you.” Nicole said as she shimmied and scooched away from him and took a swig of her drink. “You like… want me to get fat don’t you! You just want me to get giant boobs and a huge ass and you’d be happy as can be wouldn’t you! Don’t think I don’t know….boyfriend of mine, I can tell.”
    “Nicole..…” Dario said, not quite sure of how to respond to her.
    “Why is it that every fucking boy in this school is just like….obsessed with my ass?” Nicole asked a little more calmly.
    “What are you complaining about, what happened?” Dario asked. “Are you not happy?”
    Nicole sighed. “Nothing happened and…yes………I am happy……but wait no!” She said as she hoisted herself up off the sofa. “I’m gonna turn into a blimp being with you…….It’s not fair, you can like eat like whatever you want and you never gain a pound!” She added as she turned around and blew smoke into the air.
    “Why do you worry about such things Nicole?” Dario asked as he stood up and put his arms around her. “You are the finest, loveliest, sexiest, and most beautiful woman I have ever known, and even that is an understatement.”
    “Really?” Nicole asked calmly once again as she stretched herself up on her tippy toes in her tiny socks and looked up into his eyes.
    “There is no question about it.” Dario responded as he began to caress her waist and lower back. He forgot sometimes just how much shorter she was without her heels on. “Do you have any idea how many women would kill to have a body like your’s?”
    “Ehhh….I don’t…. I just….eh…feel Iike I’m getting sooooo big in some places.” Nicole whinned.
    “In all the best places, you could never understand how much I love it.” Said Dario convincingly.
    “So you’re saying I’m getting big?” Squawked Nicole as she pulled away from him.
    “Please calm down please, come on…..all I’m trying to tell you is that you are the most beautiful girl I have ever seen.” Said Dario as he watched her fill her lungs with smoke.
    “Okay.” Nicole paused. “I’m sorry…..I think maybe I’m just like hangry.” She said as a smile began to form on her face.
    “I know.” Said Dario pompously.
    “I’ll let you order me something now.” Nicole cooed meekly. “But after tonight I am on a diet, got it buster?”
    “Okay Nicole.” Said Dario, with a slight roll of his eyes.
    “Although I must say my boobs are getting (yawn) pretty….magnificent.” Nicole said proudly as she arched her back and stretched as she gently fondled herself causing her top to ride up and expose her midriff. It was those little things she did that would never fail to make Dario dizzy. Her belly was amazingly still tan, and she really did have a tiny waist, I mean her waist to hip ratio was just incredible, and although she didn’t have like a big protruding belly, it was starting get really soft looking and completely absent of tone, and that was evident in the way that her navel piercing seemed to be slowly disappearing into her soft flesh more and more each day.
    “I’ll order you something after.” Dario said as he grabbed her and pulled her close.
    “After?” Nicole asked, as Dario craftily unsnapped her jeans allowing her belly to poke out just a bit, and began caressing her breasts. “Oh…..okay… Oh Dario.”

 

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[JDubois]

CHAPTER 7
 

 

    Despite their obvious physical attraction towards one another, Nicole’s relationship with Dario began to drift apart in the following weeks. A big part of it was that from Dario’s perspective Nicole was becoming more interested in her Instagram account than with him. She began posting pictures more frequently and she was gaining confidence with putting herself out there more and more with every enthusiastic comment she received online.
    Dario hated it. He wanted Nicole to himself and he did not approve of his girlfriend flaunting her ass and showcasing herself in overly revealing clothes on the internet for all to see. He thought it was attention seeking, a sign of low self-esteem and overall a bad look for the type of relationship he wanted or wanted presented, especially to his family back home.
    During this process Nicole was discovering the power of having a more curvaceous body. She had been so focused on Dario that she hadn’t quite realized just how voluptuous she had become. She wasn’t used to her breasts being so heavy, or her thighs or her ass being so wide and jiggly, and although she loved flaunting herself from certain camera angles, (and with a little help from photoshop from a few of her college photographer friends) she wasn’t exactly in love with her softer belly or slowly disappearing neckline.
    Her Instagram page did encourage her to think positively about her body however, and it introduced her to other curvy models, albeit online, but as she got more addicted to seeing the comments pour in with each new photo she posted, she became more aware of how much weight she had put on, and she became increasing interested in trying to tone up a little.  
    “Hey lover boy you got some underwear I can wear?” Nicole asked as she stepped out of Dario’s bed completely naked in the morning.
    “Ummm, yes help yourself.” Dario said as he marveled at her gorgeous body. Her ass had maintained it’s highness and pertness even though it was significantly bigger than it was when he first met her, and the same was true about her magnificent breasts. He watched closely as she pulled out a pair of his boxers and struggled to get them on.
    “Omigod, am I seriously that much bigger than you?” Nicole whined as she forced the boxers up and over her generous backside. What were baggy and loose fitting on himself were uncomfortably snug on her and looked is if they could burst at the seams at any moment.“Oh God, these are so tight!”
    “You look so hot.” Said Dario as he stared in amazement at the roundness of her ass displayed beautifully in his underwear.
    “No I don’t, my ass looks huge in these things.” Nicole said as she checked herself out in the full length mirror on the wall of his studio. “That’s it, I really need to go on a diet.”
    
    And she did, sort of. She started smoking more to curb hunger, she got a Fitbit, and much to Dario’s dismay, she started getting self-conscious and shy about her body during sex. Dario hated it. He hated seeing Nicole deprive herself. He hated seeing someone as naturally beautiful as she was, as perfect looking as she was, (curves and all) give in to societal pressures like that. He tried so hard to convince her that her body was perfect the way it was, but this time she was really determined to change, and it wasn’t even for him, it was for the internet. Perhaps Nicole was still just too superficial, too self absorbed, too obsessed by her own beauty and appearance…..and too preoccupied by how others perceived her to be the woman Dario wanted her to be.
    He had thought all along that she was too good to be true, and his speculation was reinforced after seeing Nicole on a diet. She wasn’t the same person. She was ‘hangry’, she was miserable, and quite frankly she was a bitch. Dario had kind of known that about her, deep down all along, but it was Nicole’s new ‘healthy’ lifestyle that really brought it to light.
    
    “I’m sick of you posting stuff like this online.” Dario said in reference to Nicole’s latest ‘twerking’ clips on Instagram.
    “Chill out dude.” Nicole said as she poured herself a shot of vodka in the kitchen and quickly drank it. “It’s my body I can do what I want with it.” She added as she lit a cigarette.
    “That’s your third shot already, you’re going to be drunk by the time we get there.” Dario said in a scolding tone. “And you know you’re smoking too much, really you’re not supposed to be smoking in this apartment at all, I could get evicted.”
    “Shut up Dario, you never stopped me before, and stop worrying about every little thing I do!” Nicole said in an exasperated tone as she stood provocatively in the kitchen doorway and blew smoke into the air. She was dressed in high-waisted red tights and a matching red tube top that left her midriff exposed. She had been able to shed an inch or two off her smallish waist but her ass and thighs still looked enormous and her upper arms still looked thick and soft.
    “Why do you punish yourself with alcohol like this?” Dario asked as he looked at her from his seated position on the couch. “You’re going to get wasted again and look at how you’re dressed! What kind of attention do you think you’re going to get?”
    “You can’t tame me Dario.” Nicole responded haughtily.
    “I don’t want to go if you’re going to be like this.” Dario said sternly yet sadly.
    “Oh really?” Nicole asked with an eyebrow raised. “You’re gonna let me go out alone like this?” She added as she stepped forward and stomped her red high heels as if to taunt him.
    “I don’t want any part of you when you behave this way.” Dario said.
    “Fine, it’s not like i’m gonna need you to buy me drinks.” Nicole responded with a hint of anger in her voice. “Have a nice night.” She added sarcastically as she strutted towards the door like she was the queen of the universe.

    Nicole of course, was still too narcissistic to fully understand how Dario felt…..or maybe they were just both narcissists and that was the problem. Either way it wasn’t much of a shock to her when Dario explained he was going to Europe to get his Masters degree in international law or something. Dario was a highly motivated, highly disciplined, intelligent guy, and although he found Nicole to be the most physically beautiful women he had ever seen, a part of him had grown to miss the some of the intellectual European women he had grown up with, and he just couldn’t see himself bringing a ditzy party girl like Nicole home to his aristocratic family anyway.
    When the sobering reality finally actually hit her, Nicole was heartbroken. She had made Dario out to be her dream guy, and at one time she thought they could’ve had a long term relationship together. Him leaving so suddenly was a surprise…. and very confusing to her. She was used to having a line out the door and around the corner of guys who would give anything just for 5 minutes of flirtation. She had never had to deal with an actual breakup before, and the whole situation sent her into a mild depression.

    No longer in a sorority, she spent the first month of that summer alone in her posh new two bedroom apartment, (which she shared with her friend Tara) curled up on the couch with a carton of ice cream, (she seemed to have forgotten all about her ‘diet’ the day Dario left, funny how that works) and while having her 21st Birthday in July, she spent the next two months flaunting her ass in clubs with a cocktail in hand. After the mourning period of comfort eating and self-pity wore off, she started to enjoy going out with her roommate Tara and other girlfriends again, just absorbing and basking in the attention of random hot college boys.
    
    Still not completely over her ex by the time fall quarter began, she put on enough of a good face to make people think she didn’t care. Nicole’s copping mechanism was her love of seeing guys fall all over themselves for her, and living the lavish life of the party. Bursting out of sexy nurse outfits on Halloween, updating her Instagram constantly, seducing men and going clubbing, a new handbag every month, a new outfit every other day, and so on. Drinking, smoking weed and cigarettes well into excess……..and of course, that sort of lifestyle doesn’t take long to catch up with a girl, and when the calendar said November, Nicole’s bathroom scale said a whopping 190 pounds, and her father said, “Where the hell is all my money going?”
    It was like a shock to her system once fall quarter ended, and she realized she had to bite the bullet and start buying pants in a size 16! She couldn’t believe how much she had let herself go, it was so frustrating to her. She felt like if she would so much as look at a piece cheesecake or a slice of pizza, her ass would get fatter, and no matter how hard she tried to ‘be good’,…… one cheat day per week would turn into cheat weekends, and weekends would turn into Thursday through Tuesday, and she hated herself for it.
    It wasn’t the dryer this time and it wasn’t the brand…. and if she had a moment of honesty for once in her life, Nicole had to admit to herself that she was just flat out getting big. It was her thighs…..they were huge, and they looked especially wide while seated in a chair; but it was also her ass…it had always been on the large side there was no denying that, but now it seemed enormous and she was really starting feel it jiggle more and more so when she walked.
    On top of that she was starting to get a bit of a belly, while still having a comparatively small waist, she was beginning to notice a good sized roll of fat spilling over the waistline of her jeans when she sat. Although….. yes…she had to admit a part of her felt extra sexy and a little proud of her eye-popping T & A, another part, a big part, felt very heavy, lethargic and weak. The biggest eye opener was that she noticed she was having to start to raise the armrests up in a few of the fancier lecture halls in order to squeeze her hips into the crammed seats, not only that but she also found that it was actually a struggle for her to get up and out of them when it was over without having to rock and hoist herself forward. Her body just wasn’t used to carrying so much weight around.
    From an outsider’s perspective however, most people would tell you honestly that she still looked hot as hell, and seductive as ever. Even with those extra curves, she still had that perfect, flawless milky lightly tanned skin that only a certain kind of the hottest of the hot girls seem to possess. Her face still looked as radiant and cover-girl-esque as ever, and I don’t have to tell you how thought provoking and huge her breasts were. She already had an entire nationally ranked football team following her on Instagram so she wasn’t exactly hurting for reinforcement on how great she looked.
    All in all she was still the same old homecoming queen Nicole, a total knock-out, just bigger, and softer. But that being said she did decide to start trying to make a few changes……(here we go again)…… and the first thing was getting back into the campus fitness center. So a couple times a week she would go with Tara to a pure barre class, or drag one of her football star boy toys to the gym. What a sight she was….. she looked like a male fantasy caricature of an exaggerated sex object, with those full pouty lips, long eyelashes, and tight clothes, still too good looking for words.
    This routine went on for a while and I suppose Nicole did okay, maybe managing to tighten up her body a little, if not lose a pound or two, but the main thing was at least she wasn’t getting any bigger, which left to her own devices, and giving in to her natural tendencies she was certainly prone to do.
    That pure barre and yoga with Tara was hell for her though. She had never been so exhausted or sore in her life than after a secession of that, but Tara kept her going. Tara was quite a hot young lady herself, and had dabbled in modeling, but she was much more of the exercising type, (compared to Nicole) and had a very different body to show for it. Standing 5’ 9” and weighing just 131 pounds, the bleach blonde haired Tara was taller and in much better shape than her roommate. She had decent sized breasts and a very pretty face, but she was a bit lanky and had somewhat of a flat butt.
    It irritated Tara that she could maintain her tight toned body so well, and it was still the soft, unfit, princess-like Nicole that all the boys seemed to be in love with. But they still got along fine, and Tara liked being the one to push and educate Nicole, and really……seeing her gasping for breath while she herself was barely breaking a sweat, put a secret little smirk on her face. Nicole may have gotten most of the lusty, drooling, prolonged stares of admiration from men….but yoga at least that was her thing.
    Nicole quickly felt proud of herself.  With guys constantly kissing the ground she walked on and a looser feeling in the waist of her jeans, she felt as sexy and confident as ever, so much so that as the holiday season approached she somehow found diet and exercise to be a little lower on her list of priorities, and she started to come up with excuse after excuse of why could skip out on going to gym.
    “I lost 5 pounds! I think deserve a skip day.”……..“Every time I go there I get hit on, it fucking annoying!”………“I think my boobs are too big for yoga.” …….“I was bad and had a cheat night last night, I’ll start my diet again on Monday.”………..“It’s too hard to find a sports bra that fits.”
    What’s more is that school was starting to get tough, and by tough I mean Nicole was finding that she was actually going to have to work hard in her classes if she was going to pass any of them, and the words ‘work’ and ‘hard’ were not exactly familiar terms in Nicole’s limited vocabulary. ‘Work,’ in her mind had always been something that could….. and in fact should be avoided or something that should be done by other less pretty people. So instead of buckling down and studying, Nicole began to question whether or not college was really the right fit for her. Besides, her habit of partying and binge drinking on the weekends was seeping deeper into the school week, and with late morning hangovers becoming a daily routine, study and exercise just became that much harder.
    In fact Nicole was beginning to hate school, and she started to question what the hell she was doing there in the first place, and to keep her mind wandering even further, was that during this time she found herself falling into a steady relationship once again. This time with was an older divorcee, (a 32 year old named Greg) with a 4 year old daughter from his previous marriage. Not exactly price charming, but Nicole, like many young women, was wooed by his experience, maturity, oh and the fact that he was a doctor.

 

[JDubois]

CHAPTER 8
 

 

    Greg wasn’t too far removed from completing his residency program, but he was a doctor (Cardiac Surgeon) nonetheless. Having been ‘the smart kid’ growing up in school, and a self proclaimed nerd, Nicole was a very welcome, but uncharted territory for Greg. Never in his wildest dreams did he imagine that he could ever land a girl as hot as she was. But it was a new day… and his slim, scrawny, boyish good looks, gave him more than expected attention from the opposite sex, enough in fact to bend his brief marriage to a breaking point.
    His ex-wife came more from his mold, she was an intellectual, extremely well educated, a granola eating, marathon running, slightly built, mildly attractive woman named Margret. She and Greg had gone their separate ways in a mostly civilized manner, but Margret was appalled and disgusted when she found out about Nicole and how young……..and vain she was. It made her even angrier when she discovered her ex-husband’s new little Instagram model princess had dropped out of school and was moving in with him, and that Greg seemed totally okay with it.
    Greg may have been a very smart, success driven, career oriented guy, but what’s the one thing that make smart guys dumb? A beautiful women, and he certainly had a weakness for Nicole, and in fact was even a bit intimated by her, due to her incredible body and exquisite beauty.
    Nicole’s father wasn’t too happy about his daughter dropping out of college, but he was a softie when it came to his little girl, and he supported her choices like he always did. Nicole’s Mom however, who had never showed much interest in her daughter’s schooling anyway, was thoroughly impressed by Nicole’s new boyfriend being a doctor, despite the age difference. It was like a little win for Nicole in the mother daughter relationship, as Kim had been passive aggressively critical of Nicole’s weight, although she wasn’t exactly the picture of health herself anymore either.
    Nicole and Greg’s affiliation deepened and progressed rather quickly, as can sometimes be the case with a man in his 30’s, and with Greg’s knowledge that he would most definitely never find a more physically attractive partner than Nicole. So by February, the possibility of marriage didn’t seem too far fetched. Nicole was just 21 years old, technically a college drop out, and unemployed, but for the most part she felt very mature and proud of herself.
    She wasn’t…….. really in love with Greg like she was at one time with Dario, but she was in love with the idea of Greg. She liked the thought of being taken care of, and being a housewife, and she didn’t want to go back to college. She thought of maybe cosmetology school, or becoming an interior designer, or just making money off Instagram, but she could worry about that down the line, those were things she knew, and with nothing else all that exciting going on in her life, a fairy tale wedding with Greg sounded pretty damn good.
    The only thing that made her think twice, was James. He was the only boy that she felt…..she just had an instinctive, intangible connection with, oh and also he was probably the hottest boy, really when it came down to it. But she and James had lost touch, I mean they had never really gotten close in the first place….life got in the way and as far as she knew, he was still with Lissett.
    What’s more is she thought that James wouldn’t be able to provide the kind of luxurious financial support that Greg could, and she was not willing to give up that kind of lifestyle and status, the lifestyle she felt she deserved, and despite whatever short comings Greg may have had, he was really…. the picture of perfect husband material. Nicole knew it and it was only reinforced by the playful and sometimes not so playful jealousy of all her girlfriends.
    So on Valentine’s Day when Greg asked her to marry him, she tried to act surprised, and she said yes with a very real intention of starting a good new life with him as her husband. After a period of blissful post engagement romance, a wedding date was set for May of the following year.

 

[JDubois]

    CHAPTER 9
 

    The news that Nicole Thompson had been swooped up and was now taken, spread like wildfire across social media, and there were many a broken hearted young men left in the wake. Most notably of course, was James Rolland, despite the fact that he was indeed still with Lissett. He heard the news and was devastated and filled with regret. He wished he had seen her more, hung out with her, just to have kissed her sweet lips one time would have been enough he told himself. All he could think about were the ‘what ifs’. Lissett was fine and all, but knowing that maybe he could have had a girl like Nicole? It scared him, tormented him, the thought of how sweet life could be. More heartbreaking still was that the vision of James’ face was the first thing that flashed into Nicole’s head when Greg popped the question, but she convinced herself that he was just a teenage crush, and it would be silly of her to let something as childish as that, get in the way of what she thought was the dream life.  
    She blocked all those thoughts out of her mind because Nicole now had a purpose, and things to do with her time, a wedding to plan, and dress to find, and with both her and her fiancée’s families being fairly well off, money wasn’t an issue…. and she was in heaven. She was genuinely enjoying herself, hanging out with friends, shopping, planning the ceremony, the food, thinking about buying a house and decorating……….and then there was the dress. Having gotten her weight back down into the 180’s when she met Greg, after the holidays and months of courtship and carefree happiness, and without the structure of college…..or Tara to push her, Nicole had let herself slip all the way up to 196 pounds by summertime. It was the heaviest she had ever been and it showed.
    Although the now 22 year old Nicole had for the most part, tried to keep her weight in check in the recent weeks, it was something that she really struggled with, and in the past several months she had finally began to accept that she’d never have her teenage body again, and she started to appreciate her curves a little more.
    Of course…..really she kind of always had a love hate relationship with her weight. There was a part of her that enjoyed her soft voluptuous figure, it made her feel sexy and very feminine in a wonderful sort of way. She loved food, and she liked that warm, comfy, lazy feeling of being full, there was just something deliciously sensual about it. What she didn’t like was not being able to find jeans that fit, and the thought of what other people might think if she got too big. However, with the comfort of landing an impressive boyfriend and now fiancé, she started to give in and get into this whole new….accept and love your body, type of attitude.
    All that being said however, she was a woman, and she was getting married, and she wanted a beautiful wedding dress, and she wanted to look damn good in it too. Even though Nicole could honestly say that she was proud of her more than ample curves, she definitely wanted to tone up a bit as always, and she was still very self-conscious about the idea of her increasingly soft and fleshy upper arms being visible in a perhaps a strapless wedding gown.
    It must have been quite comical to witness, as Nicole had a very ditzy way of trying to ‘be healthy’ and shape up. She would buy the nutria-grain Eggo waffles instead of buttermilk, and actually measure out two tablespoons of butter to smother them with….no more, no less. It was like she thought that if she kept track of everything she put in her body……that in itself was being healthy. She would do stuff like order nonfat white chocolate mochas at Starbucks, but then ask for extra whip cream, she would go to McDonald’s and order a bacon ranch crispy chicken salad instead of getting a burger, she would often end her days with a bowl of slow churned ‘half the fat’ ice cream instead of the regular stuff but then still put on her own toppings, like M&M’s, or Reese’s Pieces……..there were many more examples but it was lots of stuff like that. Even Greg had to roll his eyes at her idea of ‘being good’ as she would say when it came to her ‘healthy’ eating habits.
    Despite her misguided and rather delusional idea of dieting, Nicole’s weight finally seamed to stabilize for the first time since…. like ever. She had managed to get her sexy body back into the dreaded gym a few times a week, especially in the weeks leading up to the wedding. She didn’t manage to lose a whole lot of weight, much to her dismay, but that little bit of gym and yoga time did tone her up just a little. A bit less jiggly in the upper arms and perhaps even a more shapely ass, (if that was possible) although it didn’t seem to ever decrease in volume. So when she finally found the dress of her dreams and it came time to get fitted, she measured 42-31-48, and she looked freaking stunning.
    “Omigod Tara see, this is why it took so long to find a dress.” Nicole, biting her lip sheepishly said to her bridesmaid and friend, as she slid her hands down her soft supple thighs. “I have crazy out of control hips, they’re huge! My waist to hip ratio is like more than 15 inches, that’s just like insane.”
    “Haha, you look like Jessica Rabbit.” Tara answered as she observed Nicole’s overly voluptuous body. “Maybe you should see if it comes in red.” She added. ‘Or just lay off the ice cream,’ she thought to herself.
    “Oh come on, I really love this dress.” Said Nicole as she looked down in front of the full length bridal shop mirror and tried to suck in her stomach a little. “Ya gotta rock what ya got……you don’t think it’s like, a little too much ass do you?” She asked as she turned around.
    “Nicole…..you look gorgeous, besides you’ll have a train on it.” Tara replied. And in all honestly she really did. Despite her….ginormous backside, and overabundance of curves, Tara could say truthfully that she was jealous of the way her friend looked in that dress, she was simply stunning, almost too hot, and too provocative. Although she tipped the scales at nearly 200 pounds she really didn’t look all that ‘fat’ or even ‘chubby’ or anything. Well maybe a bit soft and squishy around the edges for sure, and defiantly on the far end of the thick side, but she still had that gorgeous face, cheekbones and flawless skin, and although Nicole may have complained about the size of her hips, they did give off the illusion of a slim waist, and helped to disguise the swelling bulge in her lower belly. She still had that hourglass figure that many women would kill for, just bigger and more pronounced.
    So although she wasn’t as ‘skinny’ as she had envisioned, and she was marrying a man who had a previous marriage, and a daughter that wasn’t her’s (not that Nicole was a big fan of kids anyway) Nicole had the wedding that every girl dreams of, and thus Miss Nicole Thompson became Mrs. Greg Mitchell. No expenses spared, 200 plus guests, an extravagant reception party, elegant cake, beautiful dress, everything she could’ve wanted. Greg’s ex was pissed because when she had married him, they did a much more modest heartfelt celebration of holy matrimony, ‘trying to save money for their future,’ was what they had discussed…. ‘and then he pulls a wedding like that off?!’  

 

[JDubois]

CHAPTER 10
 

    

    A Caribbean cruise honeymoon was exactly Nicole’s idea of a perfect time as well, and although she wore a tankini top over her bikini most of the time to disguise her pudgier tummy and love handles, it really only made her buxom curves appear to be too rich for containment in the way they so deliciously seemed to be constantly fighting to escape their confines. However, lounging around, having cocktails brought to her in the tropical sun, with a handsome man who did nothing but tell her how pretty she was, Nicole was in heaven. But……still after a wedding…after the big day is all over, and when one is on a honeymoon, something many people dream about all their lives, there is sometimes….a natural letdown.
    Nicole didn’t want to admit it, but she felt it. Greg was the ideal husband in so many ways, and yet…..why did Nicole feel as though something was missing? A big part of it was the sex. The lovemaking, the passion or lack there of. Greg did not, or perhaps could not handle her out of this world beauty or make her feel as womanly or sexy…….. or turn her on the way that Dario, or even some of the other men had. Perhaps she had known it all along, but was afraid to admit it, but while on the honeymoon, although it was very enjoyable, she was unwelcomely reminded of these facts.  
    Nicole wanted to be seduced, and devoured. She wanted Greg to be hungry for her and unafraid, she wanted him to make her feel as sensuous as she felt. But often times they would just stare at each other in bed; it felt uncomfortable and Nicole didn’t know why. That was it really. After the bliss of the wedding and honeymoon it was back to reality. The problem was that it was not quite the reality Nicole had envisioned.
    That being said however, she had a very expensive and beautiful ring on her finger, and had a lovely 2 story house with a 3 car garage in a country club neighborhood in the suburbs to call her own.  And call it her own she did. Nicole had a lot fun customizing the house, buying new furniture, having movers rearrange things, remodeling the kitchen and so on. She wasn’t very good with kids, and Greg’s ex had custody of their daughter Adysen most of the time anyway, but when she was around Nicole did her best. She tried to have dinners planned for Greg when he got home from work, but a lot of the time she’d end up ordering in, or just going out to eat. She enjoyed playing the roll of wife, hosting parties for Greg’s friends and co-workers, and she drew pleasure from always’s being ‘the sexy one’, at least that was how her husband’s peers seemed to view her.

    “Baby, does this dress make my butt look big?” Nicole cooed as she stepped out of her spacious bathroom and into the master bedroom as Greg buttoned his shirt. It was a form fitting spaghetti strap snakeskin print sheath that hugged every inch of her curves and didn’t leave a whole lot to the imagination. The cleavage she displayed in her breasts was perhaps a little too alluring and as she turned around, showing Greg the back he was nearly knocked off his feet. Her ass looked so high and pert and round….and huge. Sometimes he forgot just how wide and big his wife’s butt was until she showcased it in a sexy little number like that.
    “Ummm, no honey you look beautiful.” He said nervously as he gazed upon her lustfully. If he was honest, he thought her ass was too big for his liking, but that certainly didn’t mean it didn’t turn him on.
    “Really, cause I think i’ve gained a few pounds, and I don’t know… I feel a little self conscious.” Nicole said sheepishly as she looked in the mirror and adjusted her tiny straps. Her exposed arms did look a little chubbier than Greg had remembered, but her boobs looked just fucking amazing and she had such a perfect hourglass figure, (although slightly bottom heavy), and such a beautiful face that she could get away with being a little softer around the edges.
    “Uh, well you still look stunning as always…. look I better get down there, they should be arriving any minute.” Greg said as she headed for the stairs. ‘God damn they’re going to be ogling her all night in that dress.’ He thought to himself shaking his head.

    Even with all the dinner parties, which were usually pretty fun, Nicole still had her sexual frustrations with Greg, and it wasn't long before she came to the realization that married life can be……well, rather boring, especially when compared to the fun party life she had experienced in college. Sure, she had time to sleep in, go shopping whenever she wanted, see friends when they weren't busy studying, but even that didn’t seem the same anymore.
    She made Greg buy her a little a kitten to keep her company, an expensive Persian cat whom she named Chloe, and it seemed that she herself slowly began to harmonize her own lifestyle to that of a pampered housecat….creeping ever deeper into a lazy, self-indulgent rut, that wasn’t without consequences to her figure. A little TV watching in the mid morning turned into a few hours a during the day, ordering a take out or a fast food lunch once or twice a week turned into several times a week, a glass of wine with her husband at night turned into a glass of wine by herself in the afternoon, and so on.
    If she wasn’t with friends, or at the mall, she found that grocery shopping was her only real ‘task’ of the day sometimes, and she began to indulge in even that. Buying calories she didn’t need in the forms of ice cream, decadent baked goods for her lazy and increasingly later morning breakfasts, giving into to her weakness for potato chips…. you get the picture. Couple that with her more frequent affinity for Starbucks high sugar, high fat iced beverages and there wasn’t any confusion to the reasons why that after 6 months of marriage she had gained 19 pounds having gone from 194 all the way up to 213.

    “Mmmm, you like my ass big boy?” Nicole purred in a sensual voice as she sat provocatively on top of the bed in her bra and panties with her legs folded under her and her butt sticking out towards Greg’s face. “I can tell… you want me don’t you.”
    “Are those new panties?” Greg asked with his head on his pillow as he gave up on trying to sleep and shifted his attention to his night owl wife. She was wearing a turquoise thong that was so tiny it completely disappeared between her massive butt cheeks. Her exposed thighs look so enormous Greg could hardly believe his eyes.
    “What these?” Nicole asked as she gave her panties a little tug. “Oh maybe….maybe I just had to find some that could fit around my big round ass.” She added in an overly sexy voice.
    “Pretty sexy.” Greg said with less enthusiasm than Nicole had hoped. He could tell she was a little tipsy, and although she did look incredibly hot he still couldn’t get over just how big her thighs and hips looked.
    “Don’t you want to take them off?” She asked as she began to slide her butt closer to his face. Nicole felt so unappreciated by Greg, he always disappointed her. She wanted so badly to be sexy for him and have a deeper intimate relationship with him, but he never seemed to be on the same page as her. She wished they could share there fantasies with each and get a little more adventurous in bed, but he always seemed so clueless when it came to knowing how to satisfy a woman.
    “Umm yeah.” Said Greg as he sat up a little and reached for her. He hated the way she could always get him to think with his dick rather than his brain. He wanted to ask her if maybe she had put on some weight recently, and have a real discussion with her. Maybe talk about going to the gym together sometime, but he knew he was just too weak to resist her charms.

 

[JDubois]

CHAPTER 11

        

    “Um, yeah I’ll have one too please.” Nicole told the server after she and Monica ordered their food. The two girls had finally decided to catch up over brunch at a trendy restaurant, as everything Nicole did lately seamed to revolve around food. The waiter asked for their ID’s before he rushed off to his next table.
    “That reminds me, I need my license renewed.” Said Monica. “According to this I’m 120 pounds.” She added with a laugh. “That waiter was totally checking you out by the way.”
    “He was not.” Nicole said playfully. “Let me see your license though.”
    “Uhh, if you must.” Sighed Monica as she slid it towards her.
    “My God girl you were so tiny!” Nicole said as she looked at it closely.
    “Oh please I was 17 years old!” Monica said like she was offended as she squirmed in her seat a little. Monica was still just maybe one dessert over 140 pounds five years removed from the adolescent photo on her ID, but she was still a little sensitive about her weight. “What’s your license say?”
    “Oh God….. 130 pounds.” Nicole said as she looked at her own card. “That’s actually really depressing…… because i’m….not exactly 130 anymore.” She added with a nervous smile.
    “Well, we did have a lot of fun in college.” Monica said as she let out a little laugh. “Speaking of which though, guess who’s about to finish her bachelor’s?”
    “Omigod I know Monica that’s so awesome, good for you!”
    “I know, communications degree!” Monica exclaimed. “Then I just need to get a job.”
    “Oh, yeah…well that sucks.” Nicole said as the server came back and placed two huge Bloody Marys on the table.
    “Wow, that was fast.” Monica said.
    “Thank you.” Said Nicole to the server as she gave him her little heart melting smile.
     “Look at these freaking things! Its like a meal all by itself.” Said Monica as she gazed at the icy tall glasses with celery stalks sticking out of each one.
    “I know I freaking love Bloody Marys, they are the best hangover cure.” Said Nicole. “I’d drink them every morning if I could.”
     “So..are you ever going to come back and get your degree?” Asked Monica.
    “Omigod, I don’t know, i’ve gotten pretty spoiled.” Nicole said as she took a sip from her alcohol infused drink. “Plus i’ve been busy working on getting our Master Bathroom remodeled.”
    “Oh really, what are you going to do?” Asked Monica.
    “I want to open it up a little and expand the walk-in closest and we’re going to install a jacuzzi in the master bathroom.” Nicole said smugly.
    “That’s so awesome, but don’t you already have a walk-in closest?” Asked Monica in an almost scolding manner.
    “Don’t look at me like that, I do not have a shopping addiction.” Said Nicole playfully yet defensively.
    “Oh right Nicole, I suppose your still in denial.” Said Monica.
    “Gawd, shut up.” Nicole said with a giggle. “I just happen to like a lot of nice clothes, there’s a difference.” She added.
    “That’s right, gotta keep your Instagram fresh, you’re really rocking it on there by the way.” Said Monica.
    “Thanks but I haven’t been as active as I used to be.” Nicole said. “ I remember Dario used to get really upset with me about that sooooo, i’m trying to be good, this right here is just for my husband right now.” She added as she pointed at her breasts playfully. ‘Not that he would know what to do with them.’ She thought to herself.
    The two girls continued chatting over the next several minutes during which time Nicole had managed to finish her entire drink while Monica had hardly made a dent in hers.
    “Ohhh you make me want to get married.” Monica said as a server returned with two plates of food. An egg white omelet for Monica and chicken and waffles for Nicole.
    “Omigod i’m so hungry.” Said Nicole as she looked at her plate.
    “Thanks.” Said Monica to the waiter.
    “You think Marcus is going to ask soon?” Nicole asked as she wiggled her butt in her seat in excitement for her late morning meal.  
    “I think he’s just waiting until I graduate.” Monica said. “God they always give you so much hash-browns with these things.  She added with a slight sneer on her face.
    “If he does ask, just be careful girl, (munch, chew) marriage isn’t exactly good for the figure.” Nicole said after aggressively diving into her syrupy, buttery waffles. “If there’s a freshman 15 (mmm, munch, chew) there’s definitely a marriage 15 for sure. I’ve already like (munch, chew) gone up two sizes since the wedding.”
    “Oh so that’s why you need a bigger closest.” Monica said dryly.
    “Omigod shut up!” Nicole squeaked.  “I’m not that bad. It’s just being a wife has made me like so lazy. I really need to snap out of it before Greg starts to wonder why my ass is so big.” She added with a giggle.
    “Oh Nicole, you were lazy in college too.” Monica said smiling. “Besides Greg is probably in love with your ass, and your boobs my God I didn’t want to say anything earlier but since when did your boobs get like freaking huge?”
    “God Monica you are so bad!” Said Nicole with a sly smile. “And I am not lazy.”
    “Guys don’t care if you put on a few pounds anyway, all they care about is boobs.” Monica said dryly as she looked in awe at the vast cleavage Nicole was showcasing.
    “He’s such a health nut though, (munch, chew) I feel like i’m always being judged anytime I feel like (mmm, chew, chew) having a cheat day.” Nicole said between bites of crispy friend chicken and gooey waffles.  “I miss college sometimes when we didn’t have to think about that stuff.”
    “You were so fun to party with.” Said Monica with a smile.
    “Yeah…we need to get the girls together again and do something to help me get out of my rut.” Nicole said before digging right back into her calorie bomb of a breakfast. “Oh excuse me.” Nicole said to the server who was passing by. “Can I have another Bloody Mary please?”

 

[JDubois]

CHAPTER 12
 

    Nicole had been trying to ignore the bathroom scale for the most part, too afraid of the number she might be confronted with, just the idea of being over the 200 mark in itself was more than enough of a reality check that she knew she had to face. Nicole’s way of facing it however, ended up being periods of binge eating to block out the truth, binges she tried hard to hide from her husband. The embarrassment she felt, often caused her to fast for short, or at least try to fast for short periods of time, but that would only result in ravenous hunger, and more binging later, it was a vicious cycle. She may have been able to hide her food orgies from her husband, but Greg did take notice of the amount of wine bottles in the recycling bin, and he certainly also noticed the increasing size of her rear end, and he began to get a little concerned.
    Nicole had been lounging around the house all afternoon snacking on Lay’s potato chips and packaged cookies, watching TV just trying to pass the time before her husband came home. She had picked up teriyaki chicken for lunch on her way back from the grocery store and told herself ‘that was healthy’ and she figured maybe she could break into the cookies and just have one or two without feeling guilty. Of course, after a few episodes of Desperate Housewives, she realized she had eaten almost half the cookies and the bag of potato chips was nearly empty.
    Trying not to feel too remorseful, she decided to take a bath and slip into something more comfortable. She shampooed and blow dried her beautiful soft hair, expertly put on a little makeup, and a touch of pale pink lipstick. Felling good and all primped up, she squeezed into a skimpy new and extremely soft little pajama outfit, that she was sure would drive Greg crazy. She was feeling amorous, and she wanted him to know it. Still with some time to kill, she tried desperately to ignore the Ben & Jerry’s peanut butter cup ice cream that was calling her name from the freezer, and decided to go with just a glass of Zinfandel and cigarette or two instead, the lesser of two evils in her mind………and maybe another cookie… or two, to go with it.  
    “Did you not feel like getting dressed today or….” Greg questioned his wife after returning home from work. He gazed at Nicole in just that camisole and cotton pajama shorts, and was torn between being disgusted with her apparent laziness, and extremely turned on by her incredibly sexy appearance.
    “Excuse me?” Nicole asked annoyed, as she poured herself a little more wine.
    “Pajamas…. Nicole?” Asked Greg as he slowly took in the sight of her swollen tan thighs, inflated ass, and soft looking, slightly protruding belly in that skimpy loungewear.
    “Ummm no……actually I just got out of the bath.” Said Nicole as she turned towards him, giving him an up close showcase of her huge, beautiful breasts and more than ample cleavage exposed in that provocative top. “You see dear husband of mine, I went…… to the gym today.”
    That part about the gym was a total and complete lie, in reality Nicole hadn’t set foot in a gym since she said ‘I do’, but Nicole didn’t like her husband’s tone, and she wanted to come up with something to make him feel a little guilty for using such unpleasant inflection.
    “Oh….I’m sorry honey.” He responded sheepishly. “I didn’t realize you were doing that, good for you!” He added.
    “I sure you’ve probably noticed…i’ve gone up a cup size or two since the wedding.” Nicole cooed a cute sexy voice as she slowly shimmied and jiggled closer to him. “It’s all these dinner parties… and you keep taking me out to eat all the time, I think it just goes straight to my butt.” She added with a sexy beam as she took a ‘healthy’ sip of her wine.
    “And what….. are you rewarding yourself with a post workout glass of wine?” Ask Greg, back to a more serious tone.
    “Are you going to scold me about that? Nicole asked cutely, yet defensively. “I’ve been good today, now i’m feeling naughty.” She added a little more seductively.
    “I just want you to be happy.” Said Greg after a pause, as he tried to keep himself from getting too aroused. “Are you happy Nicole? Cause everything I do, the long hours…. it’s all for you, you know that right?”
    “Oh…yes….I’m happy…….but you could make me happier…..” Nicole said as she put her wine down and started to kiss his neck.
    “Not right now Nicole, I’m about to go to the gym myself.” Greg said as he put his bag down on the counter and gave her a quick kiss on the lips.
    “Uh….Gawd Greg, i’ve been waiting all day for you!” Nicole pleaded.
    “Hey, you don’t know how demanding my job is, the gym is my release, I told you that.” Said Greg.
    “Ya know……..Gregory…I can be your release too.” Nicole countered in a pouty sexy voice. “I thought we could go out for a romantic dinner…….or something…”
    “We can do that too, but first gym, I need to keep up with my running, the marathon is coming up, besides physical health is important, especially in my line of work.” Said Greg. “By the way how’s the quitting smoking going?”
    “Ehh, you’re no fun, stop being so boring.” Said Nicole.
    “Hey, if you’re bored maybe you should get a hobby, don’t blame me.” Said Greg. “I know you love fashion and stuff, maybe you can do something with that…..or I would ask you to workout with me but I guess you already did.”
    “Ahhh yeah….not really what I’m in the mood for that right now Greg.” Said Nicole, a little exacerbated.
    “Anyway I gotta go. Love ya babe.” Said Greg as she gave her a peck on the cheek.
    Greg was still extremely turned on by his wife, even if she was carrying ‘a few extra pounds,’ Nicole had that kind of transcendent beauty. He was a little annoyed however, at her seemingly lack of effort or motivation towards taking care of her body. He was a cardiac surgeon for God’s sake, and he knew full well that Nicole wasn’t exactly being very kind to her heart, or lungs for that matter. He could see it and hear it in the way she breathed heavily after climbing the stairs to the bedroom, or just the way she moved around slowly and lethargically during the day. He was willing to overlook the smoking and some of her unhealthy eating habits, sometimes he even thought it was kind of cute and sexy, but he didn’t approve of the daily consumption of wine, and he wished she would just at least act like she was trying to be healthy.
    She seemed to spend so much time taking care of and beautifying her hair, skin, getting facials, doing her makeup, getting her nails done, nice clothes and boots and whatnot, you’d think she’d put a little effort on her body…..if she was so into her appearance, right? At least Greg thought so….but whatever. He knew that any one of his peers would kill to have a wife as hot as his, so he learned to let things like that go for the most part.
    Nicole rolled her eyes at her husband as he ran out the door. She felt so incredibly sexy right then at that moment, what was she missing, what the hell was wrong with Greg? Couldn’t he see that she was practically serving herself up on a platter waiting for him to fuck her, couldn’t he see that she needed love, and was getting frustrated? Why the fuck was that dork still so timid?
    She felt like she was just oozing sexuality and femininity, she felt wonderfully curvy and voluptuous. Her lips, her eyelashes, her supple perfect skin, and her hair….her hair looked soft and long and gorgeous and she playfully caressed her delicate little finger through it in a way that her stupid husband should be longing to do, not her all..by…herself! It was a damn shame for a girl as young and beautiful and ripe for the taking as she was, for her to be intimately indicating her appetite for love, with no viewer.
    She felt stupid….oh well, instead she would just fulfill her void with comfort food, and self-pity indulgence. She poured a little more wine into her glass, and suddenly felt her appetite begin rage. No way was she going to be able to wait for Greg to get back from the gym before dinner. She said ‘fuck it’ and reached for the carton of Ben & Jerry’s that had been calling her name all afternoon, and plopped her ever widening ass back on the sofa.
    Things continued on like that for Nicole as the months passed. Greg seemed to be more and more driven by his career, and not by her, which made her sad. She felt like she was just another pretty object to him, just eye candy, a trophy wife, and she began to drown her frustrations with food.
    It had gotten so bad that by the time their one year anniversary came around, the 24 year old Nicole was tipping the scales at 227 pounds. That was a 33 pound gain since tasting her first morsel of wedding cake, 33 pounds in just one year, Nicole wouldn’t have believed it if you told her. And of course, Greg didn’t really make any objections, (if he even had any objections) known, at least not to her face. Sure, he knew his wife was definitely bigger than she was on their wedding day, and a part of him was appalled at how out of shape she had become, but he was still so focussed on being the best doctor he could be, and perhaps was so afraid of confrontations with his ‘out-of-his-league’ wife, that he never really said anything. This almost frustrated Nicole even more. After all, once she found herself having trouble squeezing her ass into size 18 jeans, and the idea of doing yoga again with Tara was becoming laughable, and she was finding herself unable to fall asleep without a bowl of ice cream first, she knew she had a bit of a problem.
    It was an unhealthy love hate relationship, almost like an addiction, that she had seemingly developed with food. She had been fighting hard to resist fattening treats, she had been trying to count calories, but most of the time she just couldn’t help herself. It was the same old constant cycle of depriving herself the best she could, and then fast food hopping, or gorging herself in private.
    The most disturbing part for Nicole was that her eating had gotten so out of hand all during a time when she was really striving to watch what she ate. She couldn’t help but ask herself what would happen if she just gave in and let herself go. She still felt sexy, but her weight was something that at least she felt she should be able to talk about with her husband without feeling ashamed, but he still just seemed too preoccupied, and out of touch with her female brain, that she didn’t even try.  
    All that being said, she looked great. I mean really great, beautiful, still every bit the knock out she had always been. Despite her inner torment and struggles, outwardly she exuded a radiant glow. Always up to date on fashion, (although it was a blow to her ego to have to shop at plus size stores from time to time) always keeping her hair as stylish and beautiful as ever, and still with that perfect skin, she continued to be able turn heads like she always could. After all she was ‘the hot wife’ even if her ass was getting big enough to need its own congressman.

 

[ulvrik]

Wonderful! i have missed this story, and cant wait to read more

[berserker1]

Amazing!

[John Smith]

I vaguely remember about an earlier draft of that story. Seems good.

[JDubois]

CHAPTER 13
 

    “Ummm Nicoh.” Squeaked the cute little…now 6 year old Adysen. “Umm I dwopped my Barbie behind my bed.”
    Greg’s daughter was up for the weekend, and Nicole was….somewhat watching her while Greg was getting dressed for some clinical investigation convention or something.
    “Oh no!” Nicole responded, a little annoyed as she was comfortably curled up on the couch with some leftover pizza form the night before and a glass of wine.
    “Can you help me get her……pwease.” Said Adysen with an incredibly adorable look on her face. “I can’t weech it.”
    “Oh…okay Addi, I’m coming.” Nicole said reluctantly.
    “I named her Nicoh, cause she’s pretty wike you.” Adysen said sweetly.
    “Oh…..that is so nice of you to say Adysen! Thank you.” Nicole said as she set her wine glass down.
    “I show you.” Adysen said as she scurried from the living room around the corner towards the stairs.
    “Slow down you little munchkin!” Nicole said after heaving herself up and trying to keep up with the 6 year old. “You don’t want to fall.”
    Adysen did sort of a fast crawl up the stairs and to her bedroom while Nicole labored behind. Her wide seductive hips swayed and jiggled back and forth and side to side, and her ass, which was now just…incredibly huge, yet still amazingly round and beautiful, looked like it was ready to burst out of those designer jeans at any moment. Her thighs and calves were burning and she was breathing heavily as she hurried to reach the top of the stairs.
    “Pheeew! You’re such a (pant) fast little girl (cough) aren’t you!” Said Nicole between breaths. She was a little red in the face and had a look of extreme discomfort, like she had just ran a marathon or something.
    “It’s there, it’s unda there.” Adysen said as she pointed on her knees to a place underneath her cute little kid bed.
    “Ahhhh, okay let me see if I can get it.” Said Nicole as she slowly lowered herself to her knees. “Oh I see it, i’m just going to have to move your bed away from the wall a bit okay.”
    Adysen just watched as Nicole struggled to slide the bed over. Her bent over hands and knees position caused her belly to really peak out from under her black top and hang down considerably, and she was having trouble squeezing her wider body between the bed and the wall. She gasped as she stretched to reach the doll with one arm, but realized she’d have to move the bed more.  “Wow.. ehh…you really (pant) got it far back there.” Nicole said as she struggled.
    “Adysen are you upstairs?” Greg called out as he exited the master bedroom, dressed in a suit and tie.
    “In here daddy!” Adysen replied.
    “Daddy has to go now so..” Greg started to say as he entered the bedroom before he was cut off from his train of thought by the sight of Nicole’s giant butt bent over like that right in front of him. “Whoa….uh…what are you girls doing?” He asked, a little wide eyed. ‘My God, she’s huge….I didn’t realize she had gotten that big…holy shit that’s wide.’ He thought to himself as he gazed at his wife’s ass. He could see her lower back exposed as her stylish tiny top rode up towards her breasts, and a slight squishy tan ‘spare tire’ was visibly spilling over at her sides.
    “Ehh….ooo…..got it!” Nicole exclaimed as she shimmied herself backwards, causing her butt and love handles to wobble and shake, which only emphasized her feminine form and girth all the more. “There ya go Addi!” She added with a smile as she struggled to her feet handed the little girl her doll.
    “Oh did Nicole help you get your Barbie?” Greg asked his daughter sweetly.
    “Yeah!” Squealed Adysen, as she grasped the doll lovingly.
    “Pheww, that was hard.” Said Nicole, as she cutely fanned herself with her hand. “I need to sit down.” She added as she lowered her butt onto Adysen’s little bed, causing it to creak and groan under her weight.
    ‘Man…she looks so out of shape, but she is still so beautiful, how the hell does she do that?’ Greg thought to himself. SNAP! Nicole had a sudden look of panic on her face as she suddenly fell through the bed onto the carpet beneath. One of the wooden slats that held up the mattress had cracked under the pressure of Nicole’s voluptuous body, and Adysen started screaming.
    “Daddy! She boke my bed! Daddy!” Adsyen wailed loudly at her father as she began to cry.
    “Hey, hey, hey, it’s ok, it’s ok, honey, daddy will fix it.” Greg said quickly as he tried to defuse his daughter’s hysterics. “You alright Nicole?”
    “Shit!” Nicole blurted under her breath. “Uh….yeah, just (gasp, pant) help me up.” She added as she tried to gain her composure. She daintily reached out her arms and Greg hoisted her up. I guess it hadn’t occurred to him before for some reason, but he had always thought of Nicole as super pretty and girly and dainty…..voluptuously petite, and not quote unquote ‘heavy’.  Sure… he knew she had put on a few pounds and was pretty…..large…in certain areas, but that was the first time that he realized that…. no, she was actually ‘big’, he could feel it in helping her up off the ground …..and it hit him, his pretty little wife actually outweighed him by a considerable amount.
    “She boke it, she boke it daddy!” Adysen screamed again with tears in her eyes.
    “Don’t worry Adysen, I can fix it.” Greg said as he turned to his wife. “Yeah those little wooden slats, not really made for adults.” Of course…. really, that was only partly true, as Greg had sat on his daughter’s bed many times without any problems.
    “I did not know that.” Said Nicole. “I’m so sorry Addi, I didn’t mean to break it, but your Dad will fix it okay?”
    “Where will I sleep?” Adysen asked still with some tears in her eyes.
    “Oh we’ll fix it before bed sweetie, it’ll be fine.” Greg said as he turned to Nicole, sensing her embarrassment. “I’ll take care of this, if I have to i’ll just put the mattress on the floor. I should be home around 9 and I’ll check on her again then.” He whispered.
    “Ok good, sorry again Addi.” Said Nicole as she ran her fingers through her hair and arched her back, causing her butt to stick out even more as she got ready to head back down stairs. She was dying for a cigarette and more wine, after that whole debacle.
    “Oh and try and go easy on the wine tonight.” Greg said to Nicole in a more serious tone. “This is my daughter….ok?”
    Nicole gave him a ‘fuck you’ look with her beautiful piercing eyes, but nodded. ‘Where does he get off telling me to go easy on the wine, like i’m gonna get drunk in front of his daughter, maybe he should be telling her to not act like such a spoiled brat all the time!’ Nicole thought to herself as she jiggled her way down the stairs.
    That bed incident was really quite alarming to Greg. Never mind the fact that her ass had broken through the slats, but the notion that she was that out of breath from just a slight amount of excursion was his real cause for concern. She was his wife, and her physical well-being was important, it was one thing to say ‘No…of course not babe,’ to answer questions like, ’Honey does this dress make my butt look big?’ It was another thing to just stand there and do nothing while you watch your wife eat and smoke her way towards health problems, and he knew he had to find some way to persuade her to get active without hurting her feelings.

 

[JDubois]

CHAPTER 14
 

    “She’s put on a lot of weight (pant) since the wedding.” Greg said to his co-worker Okbar as they jogged together through some trails in the park near work. “It seems like all she wants to do is eat.”
    “Really?” Okbar replied as he and Greg kept up a rhythmic stride.
    “She drinks a lot too.” Said Greg.
    “That’s not good, I didn’t realize (pant) you two were having trouble.” Said Okbar.
    “Yeah, I don’t know, it’s not (pant) just that.” Said Greg between breaths. “Its also that she just doesn’t do anything to help out around the house. I work all the time (pant) so she can stay home, but with my daughter and trying to build my career I don’t have time to do much else.”
    “It’s hard I know.” Said Okbar sympathetically as the two headed up a slight hill.
    “It would be nice if she at least did the dishes once in a while.” Said Greg. “Or cleaned up after herself.”
    “Didn’t I warn you about (pant) marrying a beautiful woman?” Asked Okbar lightheartedly.
    “She’s too used to having things easy.” Said Greg.
    “She’s so young though.” Said Okbar. “It’s probably all going really fast for her too.” He added
    “Yeah she’s young and beautiful, but her weight is starting to get out of control.” Said Greg. “Although I never could control much of what she does anyway.”
    “Just try to encourage her to be active, let her know you care.” Okbar advised.
    “Something needs to change.” Said Greg. “She wasn’t exactly skinny when I married her and she was already a little (pant) sensitive about her weight then, now it’s nearly impossible to bring up.”
    “Don’t bring it up, just try and inspire (pant) some healthier habits.” Said Okbar.
    “I’ll try.” Said Greg wearily.  

    
    “Come on we’re all going.” Said Greg to Nicole who was comfortably curled up on the couch with her cat Chloe, as usual. It was Sunday, and Greg’s 87 year old grandmother and his Mom, Linda were over for a visit. Linda was wanting to see her granddaughter, and to take her Jack Russell Terrier named Pepper on a walk to the park, along with getting her mother outside for some exercise.
    “Ehhh, you guys can go, i’m feeling a little (yawn) sleepy still.” Said Nicole, who was nursing a slight hangover. “I’m gonna bake some brownies for everyone here in a minute.” She added as she nibbled on a poppyseed muffin.
    “You can do that after.” Said Greg in a slightly annoyed tone. “It’s a beautiful sunny day, come be part of the family, a little walking wouldn’t kill you.”
    Nicole began to perk up a little after she heard that. ‘A little walking wouldn’t kill me? What is he trying to say, that i’m lazy or something?’ Nicole thought to herself.     “Okay, okay, I’ll go!” Nicole said irritably as she rolled her eyes and hoisted herself off the couch.
    “Good! There you go, come get some sunshine.” Greg said as a smile came to his face. ‘Yeah come on Nicole, get active, be a family member, you’re way too damn beautiful to be letting your weight creep up so high.’ He thought to himself.
    “Yeah, yeah, just let me put on some different pants…. if we’re gonna be at the park.” Nicole said as she headed for the stairs. ‘Pheeww, My God these stairs seem to be getting steeper everyday.’ Nicole thought as she fanned herself with her hand. She changed out of her soft grey cotton jumpsuit bottoms, and into some rolled cuff, stretch jeans, but she found them to be painfully snug through the thighs and hips. ‘Goddamnit! Diddn’t these fit a couple weeks ago?’ She thought as she laid down on her bed and struggled to get them buttoned. ‘I bet stupid Greg probably washed them on hot.’
    “Come on Nicole we’re waiting!” Greg called from downstairs as Pepper the dog let out a loud yelp.
    “Pepper no bark!” Said Greg’s Mom, who had the dog on a leash by the front door.
    “Yeah come on Nicoh!” Cried little Adysen who was eager to go out and play.
    “Be down in a sec!” Nicole shouted after she finally was able to squeeze the button in place. She threw on a loose fitting tunic to try and conceal the way her jeans were cutting into her waist, but as loose fitting as it was, it was still snug around her chubbier upper arms and couldn’t hide her huge hips and inflated looking breasts, particularly with a few buttons undone, exposing more than a hint of inviting cleavage.
    “Ok i’m ready.” Said Nicole after wobbling down the staircase. Her hair and makeup looked exquisite, so exquisite in fact that it almost deterred prying eyes away from the overly voluptuous body that lay beneath, almost, but not quite. Linda was a little disgusted by her young and beautiful daughter law. She had always liked Greg’s ex wife Margret, and was heartbroken and angry when they parted ways, especially when the girl that replaced Margret was such a prissy, self-entitled rich girl who lived in her own little bubble.
    Adysen ran out onto the sidewalk, and Linda and her Mom followed with the dog at what Nicole thought was a rather good pace for an 87 year old. Greg ran up front to play with Adysen and to keep her from wandering too much into the street, and Nicole just tried to keep up. She still had a slight headache, despite the ibuprofen, and was getting an array of hot and cold spells the way one does the morning after an overindulgence of alcoholic beverages. Linda’s Mom was in pretty exceptional shape for a woman of her age and was still quite the avid walker, even in her late 80’s… and despite chronic arthritis.
    Nicole started to find it frustrating that the two older ladies seemed to be walking so briskly, with their rhythmic strides and swinging arms, while she in her little fluffy Ugg booties, and her ass gyrating and jiggling with each step, not to mention her jeans uncomfortably cutting in beneath her paunch of a belly……was struggling to keep up.  The park was only about a quarter mile away, but Nicole was just not ready for that kind of physical exertion on that particular day. About half way there, Nicole had about as much as she could handle, and although it pained and embarrassed her to protest, her wearisome ankles and shortness of breath gave her no choice.
    “Can you guys like, please slow down!” Nicole finally said in a deliciously pouty voice. “Or Greg, at least (cough) come back her and (pant) keep me company, my ankles hurt!” She added in a… just as whiny tone.
    Linda rolled her eyes as if to say, ‘Are you fucking serious’ and turned to her Mom who was still walking at her pace, and asked, “Doing okay Mom?”
    “Yeah, fine, just fine!” The great-grandma answered with a smile on her face, not short of breath whatsoever.
    “Sorry looks like we’re going too fast for my daughter-in-law, I think it’s a little pathetic that a girl in her early 20’s can’t keep up with an 87 year old.” Linda whispered.
    “What’s wrong honey?” Greg asked as he moseyed on over to his delicate ‘little’ wife. “Feeling ok?”
    “Yeah (pant) just don’t know why we have to race to the park.” Nicole said, catching a breath.
    “Oh it’s okay, they’re just going at their own speed.” Greg said as he put his arm around her waist, while they continued walking. He was shocked, and quite frankly a little repulsed by how his wife had let herself get to this point. She was proving to be in worse shape then an arthritic woman who was pushing 90, and was unable to keep up with a 6 year old girl. “What’s the matter, can’t keep up with my grandma?”
    “Hey, shut up!” Said Nicole. “I told you (cough) my feet hurt.”
    Greg felt the cushy softness of the curve of her lower back above her ass. It felt warm and inviting but he noticed she was perspiring a bit, and he began to wonder. ‘My God has she really gotten this bad? I mean it’s not even remotely warm outside and she’s sweating from this? What the hell?’   
    “Honey you know I love you more than anything, but you really should start to think about being…a little healthier.” Boom, Greg said it, it just sort of came out and came out fast.
    “What?” Nicole asked, a little surprised, but knowing full well what he meant.
    “Look, I mean just, maybe you shouldn’t smoke so much that’s all.” Greg said in a more somber tone. “I know you’re a little hung over from last night with the girls, but if it’s effecting you to the point where you can’t keep up with my 87 year old grandmother than maybe……” He added although what he was really thinking was, ‘Fuck the cigarettes, you are fat…..fat! Yes I said it! We all know you’re pretty but you need to lose weight, loose weight please!’
    “Maybe what?” Nicole asked with a hateful look in her big brown eyes.
    “Maybe…it’s just something you should think about, I mean I could go over the number health risks with you for days, you know that, but…I just think maybe it’s time to quit….. and ya know that can manifest into other healthier habits too.” Greg said, trying to keep a supportive and cheerful tone, while ‘Oh my poor hot wife, you have really gotten chunky, do you not know how big your butt is?’ was running through his head.
    “Oh yeah, like what?” Nicole asked still a little angry.
    “Like replacing cigarettes with exercise, or maybe not being hungover every weekend.” Said Greg quite plainly, while thinking: ‘You’re a border line alcoholic, this is not a college party, yeah it’s easy to forget you’re getting fat when you’re tipsy all the time, or is it that you just don’t know how to say no to any delicious thing you wanna shove down your pie hole.’ The only thing holding him back from really hurting her feelings was just how damn gorgeous she still looked, even in her present state.
    “Hey that’s not fair! I do not drink that much!” Nicole protested as she shrugged away from him. “I can stop anytime I want…..what if I cut out red wine for a week would that make you happy?”
    “Hey, hey hey, you don’t need to get all defensive, I’m only saying this because I love you so much.” Greg said as he looked directly into her beautiful dark eyes. ‘Man, she’s awfully pretty when she gets mad.’ He thought.
    Nicole took a deep breath, calmed down a bit and sighed. “Okay…okay….If that would make you happy.” She said in a much more tranquil, yet somewhat sarcastic voice.
    “Do it for yourself not for me.” Greg said lovingly. “Just try for a week or something and see how you feel.”
    “Ahhhhh, alright, I guess it is a little (pant) inspiring to see someone as like…. old as your grandma, acting as energetic as she does.” Nicole said as she and Greg continued walking a shade or two behind Adysen and the older ladies. Nicole was still a little embarrassed and mad at her husband for confronting her like that. ‘That man decides to finally grow a backbone at the most inconvenient times.’ She thought to herself as they finally arrived at the park. Deep down she knew he was at least partially right, but she was still having a hard time admitting it to herself. ‘He just thinks that way cause he’s a cardiac surgeon.’ She told herself. ‘Normal people know how to have fun.’
    Nicole had always been so into her appearance and getting what she wanted at all time, so much so that ‘health’ was never something that she really considered. But not being able to keep up with grandma, did scare her a little bit. However the major blow to her psyche was that after sitting down at the park bench, she realized the top button of her jeans was missing, she stood up and looked around but it was nowhere to be seen. ‘Omigod is this really happening? I thought things like this only happen to like……fat people.’ She thought to herself as she tried to hide her little….problem from Greg and the others.
    She felt so embarrassed. The part that really put her over the edge was that her hips and thighs were so fat, that her jeans seemed to stay up just fine without the button anyway….it was a ‘fitting’ way to end the outing.

 

[JDubois]

CHAPTER 15
 

 
    After voraciously consoling herself with an orgy of comfort food during the following days, (without of course, the knowledge of her judgmental husband) Nicole admitted to herself that, maybe she did need to get a little more health conscious, maybe she was getting…a little too curvy…maybe that whole bed breaking incident, and the walk in the park, that was anything but….a walk in the park…was the wake up call she needed. She wanted to show Greg, that she could cut out the wine and cigarettes anytime she wanted. She certainly wasn’t going to give up alcohol long term or anything, but she could go a few weeks, no problem.
    It was a tough pill to swallow but Nicole forced herself to buy some new sports bras and new workout clothes, albeit a couple sizes bigger than her old ones, and a few looser fitting tunics to try and hide her flaring hips and the outline of a deep set belly button and pudgy tummy.  No booze for one week, some form of exercise everyday, no eating after 8pm, no smoking, and water, drink lots of water, well……water with flavor drops….Nicole hated the taste of plain water. Anyway that was the plan, and then she’d continue from there.
    She set rules for herself and she was determined to stick with them. After all, if she kept going the way she was without doing anything about it, she feared she might get….really big. She had a membership already at an expensive and luxurious gym close to her house, the same one that Greg went to and the one she pretended to go to sometimes, and she forced herself back in for real for the first time in….gosh….just over a year. She decided to try things on her own at first, wanting to avoid the embarrassment, and or accountability of having a personal trainer push her too much before she felt she was ready. First thing she did was find a treadmill in the corner against the back wall, preferring to start out slow, and not wanting anybody staring at her ass…….at least not yet.
    She started out with just an easy walk, just to see how she felt after a few minutes. It really was, quite the sight, Nicole working out was always a titillating show. Her thicker softer middle, and her even bigger ass packed snuggly in yoga pants, her huge breasts just exploding out in front of her, and her almost nonexistent neckline topped by the prettiest face you’ve ever seen….to say that she looked sexy would have been a gross understatement.
    In spite of all the weight she had put on in the last year, her face was still relatively slim looking, and was just as striking as it had ever been. Just with a bit of a disappearing jaw line, and an overall softer look….but still, with her mask perfectly made-up and her hair tied back beautifully in a French twist, she looked…. a little too pretty to be breaking a sweat.
    As big and curvy as her bottom heavy hourglass shaped figure appeared….she was even more out of shape. After two minutes of walking slow, or shall I say, ‘jiggling’ slow, she was already getting bored, and slightly short on breath. She tried to keep it up, but had to change the settings on the treadmill to a slower pace to make it to minute number 8, at which point she hit the stop button. She was flush in the face, her heart was beating hard, and she was struggling a bit to get enough air. She took a big drink of her grape flavored Propel, and placed her hands on her head to try and recover. ‘Holy shit, I didn’t realize I was this out of shape.’ She thought as she fanned herself with her hand.
    She decided she had to at least attempt the elliptical before she headed home, and found a nice lonely one off to the side. Still not wanting to draw attention to herself, she put it on an easy setting, found a TV show she liked, and got going. The other people in the gym made the machine look relatively simple, but Nicole found out pretty quick, that the elliptical is freaking hard! She could feel muscles burning that she didn’t even know she had, and even after slowing the pace, she decided, enough was enough….’best not to overdo it on the first day.’ She thought.
    She rewarded herself at the Starbucks drive through on the way home, with a chocolate smoothie, instead of her most recent favorite of a double chocolate chip frappuccino, but she was trying to be good, right? She felt proud of herself that night, like she had actually accomplished something. As it became closer to bedtime however, hunger pains, and the urge for a cigarette came on strong. She had been using a jewel e-cigarette, but it wasn’t the same and she was especially bitchy towards Greg, who was doing nothing but trying to be supportive, and when she found she had trouble falling asleep, that unopened bottle of wine in pantry started calling her name.
    It was like she was on autopilot, crawling out of bed and walking downstairs to the kitchen. Her plan was to get just a snack, after all she had worked out that day, she deserved it. When she saw her pack of her Camel menthol silvers on the computer desk however, she quickly lit one up without thinking what she was doing. Having realized that she broke her little pact, she decided she might as well pour herself a nice big glass of wine. After a glass of wine, she figured she might have another. After a second glass off wine she figured she’d eat something with it, and microwaved some leftover Chinese food and turned on some Netflix. By the time she crawled back into bed she had killed 2 thirds of the bottle of Malbec, polished off all of the take out leftovers, and had topped it off with a ‘sensibly sized’ bowl of mint chocolate chip ice cream. ‘Calories don’t count at night, right?’
    “Oh honey you smell like smoke…..did you cave?” Greg asked as he had awoken by the sudden depression of Nicole’s weight on the mattress.
    “Ah yeah….I just couldn’t sleep.” She answered sheepishly, as she cuddled up next to him.
    “Wine too?” Greg asked, a little disappointed, but not surprised at his wife’s lack of will power, as he smelled the alcohol on her breath. “Oh…Nicole.” He sighed.
    “Sushhh your mouth and kiss me.” Nicole cooed in a sexy yet tipsy manner that made Greg instantly hard. “I want you.” She added as she pressed herself against him.
    He wrapped his arms around her and felt her rounded arms and her heavy voluptuousness. He investigated every inch of her softer, fuller, fleshier and more pronounced contours. She was so attractive, yet so blasphemous, yet so perfect. It felt so strangely sinful and wrong for him to be so turned on by his wife at her unhealthy, sloshed, tender, fragile, full-figured state of being. He felt like he was taking advantage of the hot drunk girl, but she was his wife……and she was oh so beautiful, yes still, despite everything, he couldn’t deny how unbelievably hot she looked and smelled and felt.
    She was definitely heavier and a little harder to maneuver, than she was at the beginning of their marriage, but afterwards, with Nicole wheezing and gasping for breath, he laid there amazed and dumbfounded…... just when he thought he had the power, trying to motivate his wife to get in shape, she seduces him so easily like that. ‘Only Nicole could pull that off.’ He thought.

 

[JDubois]

CHAPTER 16
 

    Angry at herself for the previous night’s lack of will power, but encouraged by her husband’s seemingly renewed passion, Nicole was as determined as ever to have a good workout, but before she could do that, she had to get out of bed. Turned out that was the hardest part as every single little muscle in her pampered body hurt like hell, and was aching like crazy. But the idea of wearing a new outfit finally got her up, as well as the cat purring in her face, and she spent a little extra time on her appearance that late morning.

    Dressed in a pair of very sexy black yoga pants with a thick, stylish pale pink waist band at the top (size XL although still very tight) and a low cut, yet long and loose fitting black tank top, (one that would draw attention away from her hips and love handles, and focus it more on her huge mesmerizing breasts)  one look in mirror and she thought she looked pretty fucking amazing, all things considered. ‘Now just need to melt away some of this.’ She thought to herself as she squeezed a good little handful of belly fat, ‘and some of this’, she thought as she turned in front of her bathroom mirror and ran her hands over her sizable ‘badonkadonk’ butt. She raised her hand above her head and shook her pillow like, yet still perfectly tanned upper arms, noticing the way they quivered wildly with the slightest movement. ‘Oh God…I really do need to tighten up…since when did I get so jiggly?’
    Despite her cushy tummy, overly well-endowed backside, and the fact that every single muscle felt inflamed all at once, Nicole was right to think she looked good. She looked sexy, voluptuous and bodacious, so much so that if she wasn’t going to the gym, you might think she could be arrested for indecent exposure, mostly due to the more than ample amount of cleavage she had on wonderful display. Although really, it wasn’t the clothes that were so provocative, it was just Nicole’s inordinately well-embellished body.     She took a swig of vitamin water and got right back on the treadmill. She may have a regressed a little, with the previous night’s midnight ‘snack’ but she was determined to get back on track…….day two….
    She tried to keep a steady pace, but it wasn’t long before the screaming pain in her thighs and ass, became too much to bear. She stopped the incline after only 2 minutes this time, with her legs feeling like jello, (and looking like jello I might add, despite their shapeliness) and a bead of sweat trickling down her forehead. She felt exhausted and discouraged already. It was a sobering reminder why she despised exercise so much in the first place. She thought about what her Mom had said when she was teenager, about how the habits you form when your young are hard to break. She thought about all the parties she had been to in college when she got too drunk to walk, and she thought about when she tried smoking for the first time. She hated what she had done to her body. She kept walking on a very slow flat setting for another couple of minutes, before she was too bored and breathless to continue.
    “Hey Nicole!” Said a voice as she stepped off the treadmill.
    “Tara! Omigod (pant) how are you?” Nicole exclaimed, a little embarrassed that her friend was seeing her in the emphysematous state she was in.
    “Good, just working out with my friend Cassey.” Said Tara in a nonchalant manner as she referenced the woman standing next to her. Cassey was a tall, pale skinned, strawberry blonde. She was very pretty and looked to be a little bit older, maybe early 30’s, with perfect bangs, and an amazing full-figured body. She was in fact 5’10” tall and 175 pounds with incredible breasts, and flaring hips. She was much more big-boned and broader in the shoulders than Nicole, and looked to be in fairly decent physical shape, (at least compared to Nicole) but even so Nicole drew a little comfort from the fact that she wasn’t another skinny mini friend of Tara’s, and she wouldn’t have to feel like such a whale standing next to her. “Cassey, Nicole, Nicole, Cassey.” Tara added, introducing the two.
    “Nice to meet you.” Said Nicole as she leaned against the back wall of the gym. Nicole noticed the fullness of Cassey's arms, and the way she was dressed in nothing but skin tight yoga pants and a not so conservative black sports bra. Her middle was completely exposed, and Nicole noticed that although her tummy was nice and flat, it was not toned, and in fact somewhat soft looking. Now it wasn’t like she had flab spilling out or anything, but Nicole was surprised and a little impressed, that a woman of Cassey’s body type was willing to proudly dress the way she was in such a public and superficial setting, and Nicole thought she looked beautiful.  
    “Yeah, you too.” Said Cassey, as she looked Nicole over up and down.
    “Tara was in my wedding.” Nicole said, who was quick to broadcast the fact that she was married, while not seeing any rings on the figures of these two ‘workout buddies’.
    “Yeah we were in college together.” Said Tara to Cassey. “But been too long since i’ve seen you.” She added with a smile to Nicole. ‘Long enough for you to let yourself go even more……tisk, tisk Nicole, tisk tisk.’ Tara thought to herself as looked at her friends ridiculously curvy body.  After all Nicole was probably a good 15 pounds heavier than when Tara saw her last, only about 4 months ago.
    “I know right.” Answered Nicole. “We definitely need to hang out more.” She added as she checked out Tara’s long, lanky body. The two friends had kind of lost touch after Nicole got married, and had gone their separate ways a bit. Nicole was ‘busy’ being a wife, and Tara had gotten more into her modeling. Tara had always been pretty, and on the skinnier side, but now, Nicole noticed that she looked smaller than ever, almost scary skinny, or maybe just ‘model’ skinny.
    Tara explained that Cassey and her were represented by the most exclusive modeling agency in the city, and about how she was booking jobs left and right. She went all in to how Cassey had helped her career along, and how she may have seen Cassey before, on websites or catalogs for Nordstrom’s plus size clothing, and formally for Forever 21, among others. Nicole was a little intrigued by the fact that Cassey was a plus size model. Sure….. she was tall and on the bigger side, but it wasn’t like she was fat or anything, which was what Nicole had always pictured when she heard the term, ‘plus size’.
    “How tall are you?” Cassey asked Nicole somewhat suddenly, taking her by surprise.
    “Me? Oh…5’6” I guess.” Said Nicole. “Why?”
    “Hmmmm, okay just wondering, I have a client that’s looking to do some catalog test shoots at a modeling convention coming up, you look like you might fit the part.” Cassey said very matter-of-factly, with a businesslike inflection to her voice, and Tara looking at her a bit surprised.
    “We better get our hour in, big casting tomorrow.” Tara said to Cassey, butting in.
    “Yeah you’re right.” Said Cassey. “Was nice to meet you Nicole.”
    “Umm….likewise.”
    “Oh, you didn’t wanna get your work out on with us did you? Tara asked Nicole.
    “Ummm no thanks, I’m done for the day.” Said Nicole, who was still pretty exhausted.
    “Ok, but let’s hang out soon.” Said Tara. “Oh, let me know if you’re free on Thursday, maybe we could get drinks.” She added as she stepped on the treadmill and quickly started jogging.
    “Yes, definitely!” Said Nicole as she turned and slowly wiggled towards the ladies room. ‘Catalog test shoots……I look like I would fit the part?’ Nicole thought to herself. ‘I wonder what all that’s about? What is she saying I’m plus size? How dare she!’

 

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[JDubois]

CHAPTER 17
 

The beautiful Cassey loved being a plus model, and she would constantly tease Tara about the fact that she could actually eat when she was hungry. She didn’t work out as often as Tara either, but she liked having a gym buddy, and it was important for a woman in her line of work to maintain a certain size. She was a professional and a veteran of the business, but in all her years of working with models, she struggled to think if she had ever seen girl as naturally beautiful as Nicole. The idea of finding new talent, and improving her resume for her transition into the business side of things as she got older made Nicole an intriguing discovery.  She had high aspirations towards entrepreneurial endeavors, and her big idea was starting a movement called ‘Beauty is not a number’, to help promote her own line of plus size fashion, despite Nicole ironically being a perfect ’10’ by her estimation.  
    “Why did you mention that Torrid thing to Nicole?” Tara asked Cassey as the two stretched together.
    “Are you kidding me?” Asked Cassey. “She’s gorgeous! Byron would be totally blown away by her.” She added as she wiped sweat away from her brow with her little towel.
    “Really?” Tara asked as she continued stretching. “You kidding? She’s even bigger than she was the last time I saw her.”
    “Well…. I mean… she’s not tall enough for catalog work, but she’s fine for this kinda stuff.” Said Cassey, referring to the test shoot. “But with her face,…..my God….and those proportions! She would be unique.”
    “Ha…this is just that future talent agent coming out in you huh?” Tara asked with a smile on her face.
    “Hey, I just know beauty when I see it, and that girl is hot!” Said Cassey. “You could see the way she was turning heads in the gym, I notice that stuff.” She added.
    Tara turned her attention back to stretching with scowl. It seemed no matter what, Nicole was always the pretty one. Even if she gained 50 or 60 or God…. 70 pounds or whatever it was, with an ass the size of Rhode Island….while Tara herself on the other hand was in marathon shape and a size 4….or even sometimes a 2, not to mention getting modeling jobs with several major clients, and Nicole was still……. always the pretty one, and it drove her nuts.

    Nicole was tired and discouraged by her lackluster….… so called workout. It just seemed so hard to stay motivated. She soooo dreaded the gym, and she despised exercising with a passion…….it was so hard! She was especially angry that Tara’s friend seemed to think of her as plus size! Her whole life, Nicole had always been ‘the hot girl’ and she still thought about herself that way. She was in so much denial that the idea of her being plus size was something she never really considered. I mean, sure she bought  plus size clothing sometimes, but that was just because she had a crazy waist to hip ratio, and an hourglass figure……right? On Instagram she was known as the hot thick girl and she’d been told a million times by women that said they would kill to have her curves, that didn’t mean she was plus size, did it?
    Nicole lived only a few blocks away from the gym, but on the drive home she said ‘yolo’ and headed straight for the Starbucks drive through again. She ordered a Venti Carmel Mocha, extra carmel, extra whip frappucinno, and two cookies…..and then said ‘yolo’ again went down a few blocks to the McDonalds, ‘telling herself she just needed an actual substantial meal, ordering a crispy chicken and bacon ranch value meal with fries and…a diet coke, not wanting to completely ruin her workout. That frappucinno, that whipped cream, those cookies, those fries and that warm greasy sandwich tasted so good…..and she made them disappear faster than she would’ve liked. She was definitely not good at depriving herself of food when she was hungry, or sticking to any sort of diet, and after consuming the ‘snack’ rather quickly in her Audi A6, she was instantly in a better mood………and then she felt instantly guilty.
    
    “Hope you’re hungry.” Greg said after Nicole returned home.
    “What are you doing home so early?” Nicole asked as she entered the kitchen from the garage. What is that smell?” She added, with a cute wrinkle of her nose.
    “I thought we’d do a home cooked meal for a change.” Said Greg as he streamed some broccoli, over the stove.
    “Greg…well this is a surprise.” Nicole said with a raised eyebrow as she put her Louis Vuitton handbag down on the kitchen table.
    “It’s just so much healthier than eating out all the time.” Greg said in a calculating manner as he looked over at his beautiful wife.
    “You know I just got back from the gym right?” Nicole said with a hint of resentment in her voice.
    “That’s great honey you’re sticking with your plan, I was gonna head over there later.” He said as he unpackaged some skinless, boneless chicken breasts.
    “So what are you making?” Nicole asked.
    “I texted you…we’re gonna have some grilled chicken and broccoli, and i’ll make a salad too.” He said as prepared the breasts on a cutting board.
    “Ummm…okay…” Nicole responded hesitantly.
    “It’ll be good and healthy, don’t worry it won’t negate the workout.” Greg said with an….almost nervous chuckle.
    “Alright….” Nicole said, still a little shocked by her husband’s sudden interest in the culinary arts.   “I am gonna go jump in the shower real quick first.” She added as she wiggled on over towards the hallway.
    “Yeah sure, it won’t be ready for another 30 minutes or so.” Greg said, as he looked up to catch a glimpse of her electrifying hips and ass jiggling away.
    Nicole huffed her way up the stairs with her belly still full of McDonalds and feeling quite bloated, which was evident in the way it was bulging out in front of her and causing her cute top to pull taught against its strain. She could feel her whole body jigging, more so than she remembered, and she felt the soreness in her quads, like she was on the elliptical machine all over again. She took a hot steamy shower, blow dried her long, thick hair, applied a little makeup and slowly dragged herself back downstairs dressed in a pair of silk boy short crimson pajama bottoms and a skimpy matching camisole. She loved wearing pajamas and being as comfortable as she could when she was at home, even though she was very underdressed for dinner. She had kept Greg waiting a good 20 minutes longer than he anticipated, but….hair like her’s took forever to dry and… She. Looked. Fucking. HAWT.
    “So what do you think?” Greg asked as they ate together, seated at the kitchen table.  “Pretty good huh?”
    “Ehhmm…..it could use a little seasoning I think…” Nicole said as she halfheartedly chewed her ‘heart healthy’ chicken and reached across for the sea salt, causing her upper arms to jiggle hypnotically.
    “Maybe…. but I’m trying to watch it on the sodium.” Greg said in a slightly scolding tone.  “It’s pretty good as is….and don’t worry I’ll get better, I’d like for us to do this more often.” He added.
    “What, home cooked meals?” Nicole asked as she daintily picked at her food.
    “Yeah…together, ya know its quality time, it’s healthy, it’ll save money too.” Greg said, trying to sound encouraging to his thankless wife.
    “Save money?” Nicole asked as she put her fork down.
    “Yeah it’s way cheaper to eat at home.” Said Greg, as he nervously stared back at her beautiful chocolate eyes.
    “Yeah cheap.” Said Nicole with a roll of her eyes.
    “What’s wrong?” Greg asked, sensing her lack of enthusiasm.
    “I don’t know Greg this is pretty bland.” She said as she scrunched up her full, plump lips.
    “Well Nicole…I mean…I tried to make it low fat and…” Greg said in his defense before getting cut off.
    “You know I hate broccoli….and this chicken is so dry.” She said with a less than impressed look on her face.
    “Well I haven’t fired up the grill in a while.” Greg stammered as a tea kettle began to hum.  “Oh I forgot the tea.”
    “Can’t we at least have some wine to brighten this up a little bit.” Nicole suggested as Greg ran over to turn off the gas stove.
    “But Nicole….” Greg pleaded as he poured the boiling water into two mugs. “I know you caved last night but weren’t you still going to try and give that up?”
    “Yeah, but…I worked out today…we’re eating this…..I deserve a few small rewards don’t you think Gregory?” Nicole pouted like a little girl who wasn’t allowed any candy, as she got up and headed to the fridge.
    “Just hold off on the wine tonight Nicole.” Greg said in a much more purposeful voice.
    “Excuse me?” Said Nicole, a little taken back by his bluntness.
    “I still have to run back and check on some tests here in a minute at the hospital, but I still want to go to the gym tonight, I was hoping, maybe we could…workout together, ya know, hold each other accountable.” Greg said in as consoling and calm a tone as he could muster.
    “I’ve already had my workout.” Countered Nicole as she reached for a glass.
    “I know, I know…just do it for me, please.” Said Greg as he looked up at Nicole. She had her weight on one hip, causing her butt to stick out and look even bigger than it actually was. She was such a knockout beauty, and it pissed Greg off that she had so much power over him because of that. Sometimes he didn’t know how to handle it.
    “Ohhh.” Nicole sighed. “Okay, I’ll try and wait for you, but on your way back you should pick up something for dessert.” Nicole said as she somewhat obediently grabbed a Pepsi and sensually wiggled her way towards him. “I just don’t know if your little home cooked meal is going to be able to satisfy your poor little wife.” She added with a provocative swing of her hips as she pressed her finger to his chin and slowly and erotically moved it down to his chest.
    “Alright…honey, if you insist.” He said with a sheepish eye roll. He hated giving into her like that. It was so frustrating, he wanted to be the strong man, but when a women as beautiful as her, was wiggling around in an outfit like that right in front of him, he caved…every time, but I mean, seriously….who wouldn’t?

[JDubois]

CHAPTER 18
 

    When Greg got back from the Med Center he found Nicole curled up on the couch in front of the TV with a nearly empty bottle of wine, and a half eaten box of gourmet pizza in front of her. ‘Jesus Christ.’ He thought as he gazed at her sinfully self indulgent display of pampered femininity.  She looked huge…. he didn’t know why it wasn’t as glaring earlier but she looked bigger than ever. ‘I should have known, Nicole can never stick to anything that’s difficult, but what the hell? This is ridiculous.’ He thought to himself. ‘I’m a doctor for fuck sakes, how can I let my wife do this to herself, I don’t care how beautiful she is… what are people going to think?’
    He looked at her again, she was clearly drunk……and he tried to fight the feeling of getting incredibly turned on….because this kind of behavior had to stop. But still he couldn’t keep his eyes off her. There was a soft curve under her chin, as well as an overall look of spoiled richness and youth that he found both alluring and despicable at the same time. She ran her fingers through her ample, weighty, brunette tresses, while her sexy, silky pajamas clung tightly to her soft supple skin and failed to fully contain her overly abundant curves.
    “Hey there big boy.’ Nicole said, oozing sex, as she arose from her throne of a sofa, and jiggled her way towards him. Greg smelled the mix of sweet perfume and alcohol that overwhelmed him as she pressed her shapely, cushy body against him and locked her soft plump lips to his. He kissed her back momentarily and she felt so good and sensuous to him. She was so squishy, his fingers just sank in to her warm flesh like she didn’t have any bones…. but he just couldn’t let her do this to him again, and quickly pulled away.
    “Nicole what the hell is this?” He asked in stern and sobering voice.
    “Ehh…what do you mean?” She asked, a bit surprised in a girly ‘what did I do?’ sort of voice.
    “I thought we were gonna go to the gym….and what…did you order pizza?” Greg spouted, a little more angrily than even he anticipated.
    “Yeah, so what?”  Nicole asked in a surprised tone as she took a step back.
    “I already co..cooked us dinner!  You co..couldn’t even wait for me one hour…I’m pa..paying good money for that gym membership, I..I thought it would be fun and romantic for us to do it together!” Greg stammered in a frustrated voice.
    Nicole was shocked at the way he was speaking to her, she felt like she wanted to cry. Also she never realized that Greg stuttered like that when he got angry.
    “Oh….so is that’s what it’s all about for you….money?” She asked timidly.
    “Ah, God, no Nicole, look I’m sorry I just…” Greg said more somberly before he was cut off.
    “Cause I don’t like give a damn about your money!” Nicole shouted. “And why the fuck are you so worried about money…what did you get fired?” She added in suddenly a much more mocking tone.
    “No Nicole, money is not the issue here okay…the issue tah…ah…is that when I married you I thought we’d be on the same page, I wanted us to be partners, okay? I just figured you would go back to school eventually or actually do something I don’t know!” Greg said angrily. “I just…wanted you to be happy.”
    “Oh really?” Nicole asked derisively.
    “Yeah…really.” Greg said calmly and sincerely.
    “Then make me feel loved Greg!” Nicole said as she raised her voice. “Fuck me once in while without me having to spell it out for you!” She added as she lit a cigarette.
    “Ok i’m done, I can’t talk to you when you’re like this.” Greg said as headed towards the stairs. I’m going to the gym, I told you a million times I don’t like you smoking in the house and you just do it anyway…so I don’t know.”
    “You’re still going to the gym now?” Nicole asked as she blew smoke into the air. “You’re just gonna leave it like this?”
    “I’ll talk to you when you’re sober.” Said Greg.
    “Seriously Greg….2 glasses of wine? Ha! You can’t be fucking serious.” Nicole said sarcastically as Greg started to walk away from her. “I just got offered a fucking modeling job okay! If you’re so interested in what I do,…and!…And! While….I was at the gym, the gym Greg! So you and your balding head don’t know what the hell you're talking about okay!”
    Greg turned for a moment and looked at her, noticing her breasts and upper arms jiggling wildly as she so animatedly spoke.  
    “How many wives do you know get fucking approached like, for modeling jobs huh? None right? Thant’s right none!” She added at an increasingly fast pace, as she followed him around the corner and stopped at the bottom of the stairs. Greg just pretended to ignore her as he proceeded up the stairs to the master bedroom, while Nicole was left to squirm back to the sofa, frantically smoking. ‘So much for fucking renewed passion.’

[JDubois]

CHAPTER 19
 

 

    Nicole was pissed at her husband, and they didn’t talk a lot during the next couple days. Greg had tried to apologize, but really he threw himself back into his work and did what he always did, which was just pretend that his problems with his hot wife would just fix themselves, just be thankful to have her and avoid her nonsensical wrath. Nicole dealt with her frustrations with her marriage by going out with friends, barhopping and getting shit-faced, and she had fallen off completely of the working out and losing weight bandwagon.
    As the days passed she could feel herself slipping further into bad habits, but she found it increasingly and disturbingly easier to tell herself she didn’t give a fuck…..after a trip to the spa, a little makeup, some new clothes, a hair blow job, a blissful food coma, a few drinks or whatever the case may be. Truth be told she found herself falling ever deeper into her tendencies towards innately alluring repose and languid indolence, and the deeper she went, the more she began to enjoy luxuriating in her own deliciousness.
    “I’m so glad you’ve decided to do it!” Tara said with enthusiasm, as she, Cassey and Nicole sat together at a trendy, modern bar after all three of them had treated themselves to facials.  “Do you think you……. might want to be a full time model?”
    “No, no, not really, my Mom was a model that was her thing not my thing.” Nicole said, trying to downplay the situation.
    “That’s right, we were talking about that, I’ve heard of your Mom, she was hot stuff.” Said Cassey.
    “Yeah, and she’ll tell that to you too.” Said Nicole with some resentment in her voice.
    “Well I started following you on Instagram, and you have some gorgeous photos.” Cassey said enthusiastically.
    “Thanks.” Said Nicole.
    “You never know…there’ll be a lot of plus models there, you’ll see what it’s all about.” Cassey said as all 3 of the girls simultaneously took a shots of red headed sluts.
    “Well….I am excited.” Nicole said as she set her glass down and precariously placed her hand on her increasingly chubbier paunch pressing tighter against the buttons on her swank white skirt. “Still getting used to the whole ‘plus size’ category though.”
    “Oh get over it, you’re gorgeous, just own it…..be happy.” Said Cassey, as she looked at Nicole’s thighs, which were exploding out of that skirt almost beyond capacity, and made that poor little bar stool completely disappear.
    “I love your attitude……” Nicole said as she turned her attention to her other drink…. her third Cosmopolitan of the night.
    “Well it takes practice, it didn’t come overnight.” Said Cassey as she adjusted her hair in her iphone camera.
    “Don’t get me wrong, I love my curves….I do…. I’m just a little bigger than I’m used to being right now.” Nicole said as she shyly slid her hands along her hips.
    “It’s soooo not about size, healthy is the new skinny….” Said Cassey as she put her phone away.
    “I’ll drink to that!” Exclaimed Nicole as she raised her glass.
    “Well your’e bout to get a whole new world opened up to you.” Said Tara, as she judgmentally watched Nicole take yet another ‘healthy’ sip of her calorie laden beverage.
    “Lot’s of male models too……” Chimed Cassey in a suggestive tone.
    “Mmmm… did I say I was excited?” Nicole said sensuously as she playfully puckered up her full, plump lips and downed the rest of her drink.
    “And the truth comes out.” Tara said with a smirk.
    “Comin' from the married girl.” Casey said with giggle, in reference to Nicole.
    “I’m married, but I’m not dead.” Nicole said defensively, as she puffed out her chest a little, putting her ever expanding knockers and deepening cleavage on perfect display for the bartender, as he…right on cue, slid her another drink with a twinkle in his eye.
    “You just wanna make Greg all jelly.” Tara said with a sassy tone, as she took a swig of mineral water from her purse.
    “Omigod I don’t even wanna talk about him.” Nicole said with a dirty look. “God…I need to eat something….you guys wanna split some Nachos?”
    “I’m good, I still feel bloated from dinner.” Said Tara as she rolled her eyes at Nicole. ‘What the hell is the matter with her does she just not get it at all…..or does she flat out not care about her weight anymore?’ She asked herself as she stared at her friends bodacious, bulging contours.
    “Cassey?” Nicole asked again, with a sexy, pouty look on her smokin’ hot face.
    “I might have a little.” Cassey answered.  “But I don’t want to eat too much before Saturday, I have to stay the size i’m at to fit just right into some of those outfits.”
    “You guys suck…..oh well more for me!” Nicole exclaimed with a naughty grin, as she arched her back and pushed her butt back a little. A few ‘bros’ at the other end of the bar, unbeknownst to Nicole stood slack jawed at the steaminess of the display she was putting on before them. Her big round heart-shaped ass packed in that skirt, sticking out on the bar stool, her huge tits, ample cleavage and beautiful long hair. ‘God damn.’ One of them thought. ‘What I would give to come home to that every night.’

 

[JDubois]

CHAPTER 20
 

    
    Cassey apparently had been modest about the idea of Nicole having her picture taken for a client, because when she arrived at the downtown location, she realized quickly that it was more like a red carpet model convention, rather than a simple test shoot. ‘That bitch! No wonder I had to fill out all those forms.’ She dumbly thought to herself as she entered the building. It was the real deal, casting directors from all over the country, bloggers, writers, fashion designers, a fully catered lounge with an open bar, what had she gotten herself in to? She saw models of all shapes and sizes, some of the most beautiful men and women she had ever seen…. all in the same building, but even with all that….competition, Nicole stood out in the best of ways.
    She got measured…which was quite a shock to her and a little embarrassing, being as the tape said 46-34-52, but she got over it quicker than she expected, as she was trying to embrace the whole ‘body positive’ vibe that was going on amongst the plus size crowd. She went through several outfit changes, slight hair and makeup changes, and posed for an array photographers……and she got noticed.
    “Yeah…..well what are we looking for?” Byron, who was a casting director that frequently worked with the major modeling agencies, asked Lisa, who was one of the coordinators of the shoot. “Well-proportioned, beautiful skin, perfect face….” He added in a fast paced whisper.
    “Well….yeah.” Said Lisa, as the two of them waited in the studio during a quick costume change.
    “Right, and this girl has those things in spades.” Said Byron in his slight lisp. “She does have a pretty big online following.”
    “She’s certainly captivating.” Said Lisa, as she and Byron continued their discussion and gossip of the days happenings, as people in their position do. “Don’t know that she really…. has the type of energy we’re looking for though.”
    “Yeah it’s a shame she’s not in better shape, or I might be able to overlook the height thing.” Said Byron. “She has such a good look, and the camera loves her. Although she’s much bigger in real life than she is on her Instagram.” He added.
    “She looked great in that outfit, kind of hid her hips a little.” Said Lisa.
    “I think she wears her weight really well though.” Said Byron, as the photographers and lighting crew made their final adjustments.  “But yeah, she’s got an ass for days, those proportions are just unbelievable!”
    “Alright let’s see how this one goes.” Lisa said under her breath as Nicole came out with her hair and makeup redone, wearing a casual yet elegant, sleeveless black and white form fitting dress.
    “God, those lips! And her skin really is flawless!” Byron said in an exuberant whisper as he laid eyes on the stunning Nicole through a monitor screen.
    Nicole was a little nervous and self conscious, knowing she had gained weight and knowing all eyes were on her, but she revealed in the attention. Her inexperience showed, but so did her beauty. She knew for sure that she didn’t want to do this for a living, but for one time thing, it felt right, and in her mind it was a way to get back at Greg, and make him jealous perhaps just as Tara had alluded to, but it just felt so weird for her to be in the plus size category, with the ‘bigger girls.’
    Never, ever, in her life had she been considered the ‘big girl’. Back in high school, the only thing that could ever be called big on her was her ass, and well maybe her tits too, but she was kind of proud of that. Through Instagram however, she had learned to embrace her ‘thickness’ a bit more as she called it, and be proud of it, of course she had done most of her revealing photos a good 30 pounds ago. But here there was this whole ‘body positive, pro-curvy’ vibe going on that she hadn’t experienced before in real life, and she thought was great!
    “She’s bigger than any of the signed plus models isn’t she?” Lisa asked.
    “Oh yeah….well maybe hips and bust, but not height.” Said Byron. “I mean look at her ankles, their tiny, and her shoulders are pretty petite really.” He added as he dissected Nicole as if she were a priceless painting.
    “Those eyes are like cocoa, really unbelievable.” Said Lisa. “But her arms look pretty…umm… chubby in that dress.”
    “Yeah, that dress is by Tripp, it’s designed to be slimming through the hips for plus sizes……but….I……don’t know if it’s working.” Byron said as he started laughing.
    “Yeah, from the neck up I’d say she’s perfect, she has such natural classic beauty to her, but ummmm…..yeah…..actually from the right angles she doesn’t look as big as she does in person.” Said Lisa. “What did she measure………46-34-52…..good God!”
    “Yeah, uhhh…wow….she is quite the find.” Said Byron. “If only she could get those numbers to go down a bit.”
    “Oh for sure.” Said Lisa. “But looking at her she probably get’s more excited seeing the numbers on the microwave go down.” She added with a laugh.
    “Oh, you are too mean!” Said Byron as he leaned in and touched her shoulder playfully. “That sounds like something I would say.”
    It seemed Nicole was creating a buzz throughout the building. Not many people in the industry had seen a girl with the ample proportions she had while still maintaing a striking classically beautiful look…..and ‘Who’s that girl?’ Seemed to be on the tip of everyones’s tongue.
    “Hi I’m Tess, it’s Nicole right?” A young woman asked once Nicole was done posing for the camera.
    “Umm yeah.” Said Nicole as she looked the woman over. Tess was someone who had broken through all the barriers of what society’s idea of a model should be. First of all she was too short, only 5’4”, and although she had a pretty face, she was flat out obese. She carried her weight differently than Nicole, much more top heavy with huge pillowy fat upper arms covered in tattoos.
    “You’re fucking gorgeous.” Said Tess.
    “Oh, okay thank you.” Said Nicole, not really knowing who this woman was.
    “I’m starting a campaign called ‘eff your beauty standards’ It’s my goal to be the first size 20 model to get signed by a major agency.”
    “Cool.” Said Nicole nonchalantly.
    “Are you trying to get signed?” Asked Tess.
    “Ummm, no I don’t know i’m just doing a favor for my friend Cassey.…Cassey Lawly.” Said Nicole as she looked more closely at Tess. ‘I’m not nearly as fat as this chick and i’m so much better looking too….size 20 my ass.’ Nicole thought to herself. ‘If she can get signed by a major agency than I wonder what I could do?.’
    “Oh yeah, I know Cassey, she’s rad….well you should think about getting signed.” Tess said as she started to eye the snack table. “You’re really beautiful.”
    “Thanks.” Said Nicole, still not really sure what to make of Tess as she watched her wiggle towards the food, but she did admire her confidence for a woman who was clearly well over 300 pounds by Nicole’s estimation.
    “Woah! There she is I’ve got to get an interview with her.” Peter said to one of his colleagues in reference to Nicole. “See what her story is.” He added as he rushed towards her. Peter was one of the photographers who had been taking pictures of Nicole in the studio, and to say he was quite taken by her would be an understatement.
    “Excuse me…Sorry to bother you…” The nice looking man said with a dashing British accent. “Yes it’s Peter by the way, I took your picture a few times, do you mind if get a quick interview with you for the website? I can start whenever you’re free, it will only take a few minutes.”
    “Ohh…..gosh…are you serious? You can if it’s okay with my umm schedule, do you even know? If you can check that would be great.” Nicole said hesitantly as she took a breath and got off her feet.
    “Absolutely.” Said Peter with a charming smile on his face. “I’ll let you get settled but if it works out I’ll meet you back here in ten, I think it will be fine.”
    “Well……okay.” Nicole nervously responded, a little surprised at his offer, based on the fact that she wasn’t really even a real model.
    Peter came back several minutes later after Nicole had a smoke, and sat down beside her on a velvet love seat in the corner of the lounge area. ‘Oh my God, she’s even more beautiful up close.’ He thought to himself as he looked her over, taking in the sight of her incredible body packed snuggly into a tight, form fitting grey dress after yet another wardrobe change. The dress was sleeveless, but she was sadly covered up by a tiny and stylish black leather jacket.
    “Please, I don’t bite….here, have a glass of champagne.” Peter said as he slickly grabbed two glasses of sparkling chardonnay as a caterer walked by.
    “Guess….a girl just can’t say no to Champagne.” Nicole said as she flashed a slight smile and scooted her butt back into the chair.
    “I like you already…..” Said Peter as he took in with his longing eyes, her seductive indulgent beauty once more. He thought she was absolutely stunning, after all…he didn’t become a photographer of plus size models by accident…..this was his dream job for a reason, and Nicole was his dream. “Okay, you ready then?”
    “Okay.” Nicole said, as she looked to be warming up to the idea of an interview.
    “Okay great…..Miss…..” Peter said, as he sought to get started.
    “Mrs.” Said Nicole, correcting him as she held out her delicate little hand, flashing her wedding ring.
    “Nicole….right?” Said Peter.
    “Nicole Thompson.” She said as she bit her lower lip with a smirk on her face, choosing to use her maiden name as her model name to spite her husband.  “Do I have to answer in interview…speak or something?”
    “Just answer how ever feels natural.” Peter said calmly, trying to put her at ease as much as he could.  “So, Mrs. Nicole Thompson…apologies.” He added as he held out his phone to record audio. “How did you end up here…er…when was the first time modeling entered your mind?”
    “Gosh, I mean it never entered my mind….” Nicole answered with all seriousness, trying her best to sound professional. “But I’ve always been told I’m great in front of the camera, and my Mom was a model, so maybe it’s like in my DNA or something.” She added with a bright smile. “But I like Instagram because I can basically do this but on my own time.”
    Peter smiled back. “So, but since were here and everything…..you were approached by someone in the industry correct?” He asked, as he had heard Cassey (who he knew as well) mention something previously.
    “Correct.” Nicole answered, still not quite sure what to make of this guy Peter. Was he gay… was he straight? His accent was sexy, and he seemed to know a lot of people in modeling, and he certainly seemed to have an admiration for her to say the least, so she thought it was best to answer his questions as seriously and as well as she could.
    “Did you know about Plus Size modeling?” He asked.
    “I mean I guess I knew about it but I still needed Cassey to explain what it was exactly…..I mean I know who Ashley Graham is…but it was really like confusing, especially for me because I always had a slim, trim body for the most part, but guess i’ve put a little weight recently, but i’ve always been kind of a pro curvy model in general.” Nicole answered flirtatiously after a long pause. She started to understand something, she was in a highly concentrated area of extremely beautiful people, and even with her weight gain she was getting looks from men that most girls can only fantasize about. Perhaps she really was as sexy as she felt…she could certainly see it in her interviewer, and the only thing that gave her almost as much pleasure as her own loveliness was to see the effect that her beauty had upon men….and she gently ran her finger through her luxurious hair, as if to toy with him and say, ‘I am what you dream of.’
    “Ashley Graham couldn’t hold a candle to you.” Blurted Peter as he looked deep into her big beautiful eyes causing a moment of awkwardness. “…Ummmmm, ahhh…did you have misconceptions about plus size models?” Peter asked with quick recovery and with genuine curiosity after getting completely lost in her incredible sexiness for a moment. “Because many people do.” He added.
    “I guess, I always thought that plus size models were like you know, more….frumpy…. and I’m learning that…more and more that’s not the case.” Said Nicole.
    “Tell me candidly, When you compare yourself to most other models, do you recognize that you’re more beautiful than they are?” He asked with a devilish smile.
    “Ummmmm……the thing is, okay wow…” Nicole said ponderously, quite surprised by his straightforwardness, and a little tickled by his complement. “You have to understand, I am like the most modest person. But I will tell you any day, all day, I think I’m beautiful….and yes I know I’m not as………. skinny as I used to be, but I have always had curves, and I am getting more confident admitting that and embracing that. I like the way I look.” She added as she struggled to cross her beautiful, smooth tan legs. Peter witnessed the way her luscious limbs were completely devoid of any tone, and were instead shaped into a soft appealing form by a natural fullness and hints of dimpled flesh in her more than ample upper thighs, which were becoming exposed as her short dress rode higher with each adjustment of her posture.  “And yes…I know I could probably lose a few pounds….” Nicole continued as she nervously looked down momentarily. “But I’m never going to be the person who gets jealous of the way another girl looks…just because she might be a size 4 or whatever…. if that makes sense.”
    “I understand. That’s a different sensation entirely. That’s resentment.” Peter said with encouraging conviction.
    “I will tell you that sometimes… I can’t believe I’m going to say this because this sounds so vain.” Nicole said with a cute little smile, as she got a little more comfortable and slipped her jacket off.
    “Say it, say it, say it.” Peter pleaded eagerly, hanging on her every word. He was totally enthralled and fascinated by the creature that sat before him. She was just so damn sexy, and refreshing. From her exquisite looks, to the way she spoke, her sweet sultry feminine voice, to the words that came out of her mouth, he thought he had died and gone to heaven.
    “Sometimes I look at myself…” Nicole said as she searched her brain. “Yesterday, I was going like out for brunch. I had my hair all wavy, because I diffuse it, because I love it like that.”
    “Certainly.” Said Peter with a nod of his head, as he lusted over the alluring fullness of her exposed upper arms, complete with a pretty dimple at the elbow.
    “But yesterday, at the restaurant we were waiting for a table to open up, and I saw my reflection and… because I’ll look at other girls, and I’ll think, …she’s pretty …she’s cute, whatever. And I looked at my reflection in the mirror on the wall ya know, and I thought, oh, my God, I’m gorgeous.” Nicole said as she burst into a full on white smile. “I really did.”
    “I adore you.” Peter said, in an almost worship-like manner.
    “Yeah and I thought, Omigod….and I had smoky eyes, right… my hair was awesome, my makeup was on point, I had some lip gloss on but I literally looked in the mirror and… I will tell you, though, I do have high standards, very high standards. You are either….., you’re pretty….you’re beautiful, or that’s it. If you’re neither of those, sorry, you’re not that cute. I’m not trying to be a bitch…. But I have high standards, and I hate to say that. I hate to say that.” Nicole said smugly.
    “Why? It’s true.” Peter said agreeably.
    “I know, but I feel like I sound so vain.” Nicole pouted.
    “But you deserve to be vain.” Peter said reassuringly. “Conversely, those who are not particularly attractive, they’re the ones whom you’re supposed to call attractive.”
    “It’s funny, because they are the ones who will strut around like they’re hot stuff.” Nicole said with a giggle.
    “Isn’t that vulgar?” Peter said with a laugh.
    “Yes. I think…. girl you do not look that good, there was girl in high school named Lissett who was like that.” Nicole said conceitedly. “A few nights ago I went out with some girlfriends downtown, we weren’t there that long, and I kept seeing this group of guys all looking at me and talking about me. I thought, ‘Wait a minute. What is going on?’ Because one thing about downtown…. people will stare at you, and when you look at them, they don’t look away. They just keep staring at you. It makes me feel so uncomfortable. I know I’m a beautiful girl, but I thought…..omigod, is there something on my face? What’s going on? They kept talking about me, and this guy finally stops me. He grabs my hand and says, ‘I just want to let you know, you are honestly the most beautiful woman I have ever seen in my life.’ And my face went bright red immediately. I said, ‘Thank you so much.’ That was genuine. It wasn’t, ‘Hey, girl, you’re fucking hot.”
    “Do you get that?” Asked Peter, even more infatuated with Nicole.
    “Are you kidding me? All the time. Whenever i’m in the city. Guys are so unbelievable here. I have never dealt with this. I’m used to the suburbs still…..”
    “By the way I have to ask, and forgive me if this is too much but I mean it with the upmost admiration.” Peter said.
    “Yes?” Nicole asked curiously.
    “You looked absolutely stunning in that swim dress number you wore earlier, and it showed a fair amount of skin, it really highlighted just the…ample fullness of your figure….”
    “….Ahhhh….oh goodness It did.” Nicole said in a bashful tone.
    “That was heart-attack-inducingly beautiful.” Peter said with straightforward sincerity.
    “Thanks…I guess…” Nicole said with a giggle.
    “Are you a gourmand?” Peter asked, changing the subject slightly. “Do you enjoy food?”
    “Do I enjoy food?” Nicole answered coyly. “Oh, my God, Well…..i’m kind of a curvy girl for a reason I suppose.” She added in a delightfully shy manner, before brightening up again. “Of course I enjoy food. I love food. I don’t enjoy food. I love food. I don’t eat to live. I live to eat. I love food.”
    “This is too good to be true.” Peter said emphatically.
    “I love good food, and I love almost every kind of food.” Nicole said reassuringly. It was like being in the environment she was in, where she seemed to be getting praised for her vivacious curves, gave her a newfound confidence and acceptance of her body shape that she really hadn’t embraced before.
    “What are your favorites?” Asked Peter.
    “If I could eat anything for the rest of my life, if I had to pick one thing, it would be like cake or pizza. I could never handle the gluten-free diet, let’s just say that. I would just eat cake, and bread and cheese, or ice cream….omigod, I have a weakness for carbs and dairy I guess …. I love it. I could just eat a cake and ice cream every day of my life.”     Nicole was a little surprised at herself. Never before had she admitted out loud her true desires so freely that way. She felt slightly embarrassed at what she had just said at first but that was all quickly overtaken by a surge of new found confidence.
    “But don’t you recognize, you could…” Peter started to say.
    “I would weigh like 500 pounds if I….” Nicole said with a giggle before getting cut off.
    “But you would be so gorgeous!” Peter exclaimed.
    “Not at 500!” Nicole said, still giggling. “I do love ice cream, though.”
    “Thank you so much for your time.” Said Peter with a huge grin on his handsome face. “It was so nice meeting you in person.”
    “Likewise.” Said Nicole as she lifted herself up off her seat. “And speaking of favorite foods…I need to get something to eat.” Peter gazed upon her body in it’s complete and opulent form, noticing with satisfaction at the way her entire figure seemed to jiggle with the slightest movement. She was obviously carrying much more weight that her physique was intended for, but it was so marvelous to watch, and Peter nearly passed out from over-stimulation of the senses as he witnessed her huge gyrating hips sway back and forth as she wiggled into the crowd towards the buffet table spread. ‘Holy fuck, did that really just happen?’ He asked himself as he pinched his arm.
    
    There was fresh fruit, steel cut oats, grilled chicken breasts, assorted scones and muffins, as well as pasta primavera, fried chicken, salads, among other delicious looking things.
    “This is the best part about being a plus model.” Said a young woman. “We can actually eat! I used to be a straight sized model, and I literally had to starve myself and they still said I was too big.” The woman added with a laugh as she filled her plate with food.
    “Haha, yeah, I’m really hungry.” Said Nicole. “That was a long time sitting and waiting.” She added in reference to her photo session, not to mention the interview.
    “Oh, welcome to my world honey.” Said the woman.    
    “I’m Hunter by the way, your Nicole right, Cassey’s friend?”
    “Yeah, how did you know?” Nicole asked as she looked at the woman more closely. She was tall and looked like she could be a super model just in the way she carried herself. With blond hair and nice proportions, Nicole didn’t really think she was plus size at all, just a big tall person in a nice dress.
    “Cassey told me about you and said you would be here, but I follow you on Instagram girl, you really should get back to posting more, you rock!”
    Nicole was so hungry she had trouble paying attention to what Hunter was saying and her eyes went back to the food. Her first instinct was that she should eat something healthy, but she felt so famished that she instinctively reached for a scone……and then a muffin, then some fried chicken. It was fine, she told herself, besides, after witnessing the way Hunter unapologetically dug in she didn’t see the need to feel guilty. ‘Maybe these so called plus size models have it right.’ Nicole thought to herself. ‘They’re all so confident with their bodies, maybe I shouldn’t put so much pressure on myself…….that’s not healthy either, right?’
    Meanwhile a male model named Rumando, spotted Nicole from across the room, and he was completely mesmerized by the sight of her ass. He had witnessed her earlier during her shoot and his eyeballs were pulled out of their sockets and completely fixated on her and no one else. He himself was tall, handsome, and incredibly thin, but he was amazed at the voluptuousness of Nicole, and as soon as he realized he was staring at her quite obviously, he decided to duck back and find Janet or Byron to find out who she was.
    Nicole nibbled on a few more snacks, said goodbye to Hunter, and then wiggled her swaying hips out the door before running in to Cassey in the hall. “Thanks again Cassey, that was so awesome!” Nicole said next to an open office door at the end of the hallway.
    “Oh yeah, thank you for coming to this, nice to get some fresh faces.” Cassey said. “I hear Byron and Lisa really liked you…..Janet too, I’m just waiting to talk to them actually.”
    “Well I’ve always been very photogen…” Nicole said before being distracted by a man’s loud voice coming from inside the office.
    “I do what I can ya know, was no problem!” The voice said with a laugh. “By the way who the hell was that really pretty girl with the a….”
    “Really pretty girl?” A voice answered, which sounded like Byron. “Are you serious Rumando? We’re surrounded by models.”
    “Haha, yeah….no, but that really, really, really pretty, ya know the new girl, she would tempt the devil himself, really put together, such hair, such mouth, with the great big ummm caboose on her, I think i’ve seen her on Instagram.” The voice said, apparently coming from Rumando.
    “Nicole Thompson?” Asked Byron.
    “Is that her name Nicole Thompson?” Rumando asked. “We’re talkin’ bout the same girl right, the one with the dark hair that was doin’ that black and white dress thing, I saw her at the snack table with Hunter.”
    “Yeah that’s Nicole.” Answered Byron.
    “Nicole, yeah, damn she was hot!” Rumando exclaimed. All the while Cassey and Nicole were still waiting outside the door, hearing every word clear as day.
    “Ummm…I should probably go in there.” Cassey said a little uncomfortably as she reached for the knob.
    “Ha, I don’t know Rumando, she’s a little……” Byron started to say, causing Cassey to pause for a second. It was like Cassey’s worst fear was starting to be realized, as she knew how Byron and Rumando were, and she bit her lip nervously and at looked at Nicole.
    “What you think she’s too much woman for me?” Asked Rumando’s voice.
    “Well, I’ll just say she better stay away from that snack table or she’ll be too much woman to fit through the door in a few years.” Byron said, at which Cassey gasped as she saw the look of pain and embarrassment on Nicole’s face. Nicole turned and stormed right out the exit of the building, leaving Cassey a little bewildered.
    Cassey, knew what it was like to have your body scrutinized like that from her former life as an aspiring actress, and just her life as a proud woman in a man’s world, and thought about barging in the office and telling Byron and Rumando to go fuck themselves but something stopped her, and she decided to track down Nicole instead.
She saw her wiggling away from the building smoking a cigarette, looking like she was on the brink of bursting into tears.
    “Nicole wait!” Blurted Cassey, causing Nicole to stop and turn around. “Those guys are assholes.”
    Nicole cleared her throat and said, “It’s (sniff) fine, you don’t have to like console me.”
    Cassey paused and asked, “You got another one of those?”
    Nicole looked at her, and slowly reached into her hand bag and pulled out a Camel Silver.
    “I didn’t know you smoked.”
    “I don’t.” Said Cassey as Nicole handed her the cigarette. “But I used to, and I still enjoy one every once in a while. Can I borrow your lighter?”
    Cassey lit up and looked back at Nicole who still looked pretty shocked and depressed. “Hey you rocked it today.”
    “Ha.” Nicole chuckled sadly and sarcastically. “Yeah I rocked my……what was it…..big caboose?”
    Both girls half-heartedly giggled a little under their breath, but Cassey was happy to get a smile out of Nicole, if only a slight one. “Well, Rumando may be an asshole, but he was certainly into you.” Cassey said. “I believe he also said really pretty, about ten times.”
    “No, no, God, it’s okay……I know….I mean I’ve let myself get so out of shape this past year, I know that.” Nicole said as she filled her lungs with smoke. “Uhh, I gotta sit down my feet are killing me.” She added as she moved over to the courtyard bench.
    “And let me guess, you’re afraid of what people will think, and that’s why I met you at the gym last week.” Said Cassey, as she followed her to the bench.
    “Uhh, yep, pretty much.” Said Nicole as both girls sat down.
    “Well you need to knock that off and stop feeling sorry for yourself. You might not believe me, but the God’s honest truth is that you were the most beautiful girl in there, i’ve been doing this for 14 years, I know what I’m talking about.” Said Cassey as she blew smoke into the air. “Don’t go to gym because of other people, only go to the gym if you want to go to the gym. If you worry about what other people might think you’ll always be unhappy with your body, and guess what….. that would be a tragedy because you have a great body Nicole, and you should flaunt what you got!”
    Nicole let out a little smile and said, “Thanks Cassey…..it’s just that, this is all so new to me, and I got a little more to flaunt than I used to.” Nicole said as she ran her hand down her hip to her thigh for emphasis. “God I real have gotten big.” She added.
    “So what, thick thighs save lives right!” Cassey said. “You’re a woman, don’t be afraid to be a woman, okay? Don’t think about what you don’t like about your body, think about what you do like! All those girls in there would kill to have your hair, and your lips, and your skin, and your eyes, oh my God Nicole, so would I! Fucking embrace it!.”
    “Okay, okay jesus, you’re gonna make me get all mushy, with these motivational speeches.” Said Nicole with a little giggle. “You’re right though, I probably beat myself up too much.”
    “Don’t you ever beat yourself up.” Said Cassey. “Beauty doesn’t have a size, and you don’t even know how much influence you could have.”
    “At least with Instagram I can choose my own angles, and I can shoot from my shoulders up.” Said Nicole.
    “Don’t be afraid to show off your body more, because you have an incredible body.”
    “Maybe I will.” Nicole said with a smirk.

[JDubois]

CHAPTER 21
 

    Although Nicole was still a little hurt and depressed by the comments of Byron and Rumando, and ate her feelings during the next several days like she always did, Cassey’s words stuck with her. She couldn’t help but think Cassey had a point. Nicole was beautiful, she was sexy, and she had always felt sexy, it was just the outside pressures that got to her, nothing more than that, and she felt a little stupid for letting them effect her the way they did. After all, life was too short to waste worrying about something dumb like a dress size or numbers on a scale, Cassey was right, ‘flaunt what you got.’
    What she had was an ass. So she decided to get a little more adventurous, and with Cassey’s help got a few good shots of herself by the pool wearing nothing but a thong bikini with her feet in the water with an arched back and her huge ass sticking out on full display. She hadn’t really showcased her butt in such a revealing fashion like that before, but then again her ass had never been so enormous before either, and if sammyy02k (who she thought wasn’t nearly as beautiful or as feminine as she was) could get over a million followers doing this, imagine what she could do. She didn’t even mind that she showed a little back fat, her ass was such a dominant part of her body that it didn’t even matter.
    Good old Instagram, it never failed to boost her self-esteem. It was like she was making up for lost time, and she really enjoyed the attention, especially when she felt like she wasn’t getting it from her husband. And with all the flattering comments that came in with each new post, Nicole gained more and more acceptance of her size, and appreciation of her curves. It almost made her feel silly for ever losing confidence in the first place, because according to the internet she looked hotter than ever….
    So with not much else to do all day while Greg was at work, shopping for new cute outfits online and taking pictures of herself became her little pastime. But with all the body-positive reinforcement she was getting aside, Nicole certainly wasn’t expecting that the one picture of herself in something as simple as a tank top and jean shorts would be the one to cause people to come out of the woodwork in covetous hordes and cause such a stir, but that was exactly what happened. Old boyfriends and male admirers from all over cyberspace were in pleasant disbelief upon stumbling across that image Nicole’s sensually soft and untoned physique of generous voluptuousness, whips of dark hair covering her face, and the noticeable opulence of her limbs which augmented femininity. You’d be hard pressed to find any red-blooded man who could gaze upon her without needing a shower session afterwards, let alone not leaving a comment or at least a ‘heart’, and…obviously James Rolland was no exception.
    James had been with his girlfriend Lissett for almost 4 years but he still couldn’t bring himself to ask her to marry him. Something was missing and he knew what it was. Ever since puberty James had been attracted to curvy voluptuous women. He loved the idea of taking care of the woman he loved, providing comforts for, and making her feel like a princess. The only problem was that no matter how hard he tried Lissett had managed to stay below 120 pounds during their entire relationship. She was anal about working out, and she was super uptight about what she put into her body and it drove James nuts.
    All he wanted to was for her to let go a little, indulge a little and be free and happy. Maybe just let herself grow into the womanly body he knew she had but it just wasn’t to be. It wasn’t that James was attracted to fat girls necessarily, it was more that he was attracted to women who enjoyed themselves and let themselves gain a little weight while remaining confident, or so he thought. He had resorted to going online to find his sexual pleasures and once he started doing that he only became more fascinated by curvy women. When James saw some of Nicole’s recent photos, he was only reminded of what he really desired. He deserved to be truly happy didn’t he? He couldn't help but reach out to her.
    Nicole’s heart skipped a beat when she saw his message on Facebook. She hadn’t heard from James in so long but she still had that delicious feeling of butterflies in her stomach at the very thought of him….in fact, now more than ever. Part of her attraction towards James had to do with the distressing truth that Nicole’s marriage, (especially ever since Greg flipped out on her) was completely and utterly passionless, but an even bigger part had to do with, (after investigating a little more of James’s Facebook page) that the last couple of years had been very good to him, and while he had been hot before, he had since gone up onto a whole other level of hotness, and the mere image of him caused Nicole’s temperature to rise.
    So…the two began messaging back and forth, sometimes late into the night and with regularity, getting to know each other far better than they ever had before. Their conversations escalated quickly until finally they said the hell with it and met for coffee.

    “So I just have to ask.” Nicole cooed nervously and devilishly. “Does Lissett know that you’re having coffee with me?” She added as she took a dainty sip of her Grande white chocolate chai tea Latte.
    “Well…..no.” James said hesitantly. His heart was pounding, but he was trying hard not to show it. The vision of Nicole walking in that coffee shop nearly knocked him off his feet and took his breath away. She was so much bigger than when he saw her last, it really was a little shocking at first, but James delighted in the way the extra pounds seemed to do nothing but compliment her so perfectly proportioned figure, and he thought she looked as beautiful as ever. With the Prada sunglasses, the Louis Vuitton handbag, and the way she stylishly dressed in a light grey knitted tunic that was tight enough to encase her upper arms like sausages, and a cute pair of designer jeans that reveled the full form and expanse of her curvaceous hips. She certainly looked like she had been….enjoying married life, yet she was still every bit (and more) the stunning hottie that she’d always been.  He watched her closely when she lowered her ample butt into her seat, and the way her luscious thighs looked huge, and spread out slightly wider than the chair, which was not as small as she made it look. He noticed a cute belly spilling over the waistband of her jeans, and then the cleavage, oh the cleavage, right there in his face, exposed wonderfully in the low-cut neckline of that top with her decolletage gently tanned and flawless as can be. There must have been something about the angles of which she took pictures of herself, because she just looked so much…. wider in person. Her face, up close was even more captivating than he remembered, also just a touch….fuller looking, but those plump lips covered in pale pink lipstick, those hypnotizing brown eyes and long eyelashes, it was the same old Nicole Thompson, and James could hardly believe she was sitting across from him. “But that doesn’t mean I’m trying to hide anything from her.” He added as he looked down to make sure his heart wasn’t beating out of his chest.
    “It’s okay my husband doesn’t know either.” Nicole cooed in an almost exaggerated girly voice as she batted her dark eyes.
    “What, are we doing anything wrong?” Asked James inquisitively.
    “No, I don’t think so……” Purred Nicole.
    “Kinda feels like it though doesn’t it.” Said James as he shrugged and looked down in an irresistibly cute way. James was a nerd and always had been but he certainly didn’t look like one. He had a strong jawline covered in perfectly sexy five o’clock shadow. His dark blonde hair was short and it had a slightly messy look to it that Nicole found nearly irresistible.
    “Yeah…….but in a sorta…wonderful way.” Nicole said hesitantly as she took another sip of her calorie-laden drink. “Mmmmm, I’m sorry I need to eat something, I am so hungry. Do you want anything?” Nicole asked to break an awkward pause.
    “Umm no, ah well on second thought….. sure.” Said James as he reached for his wallet, not wanting her to feel awkward eating alone.
    “No no, it’s on me.” Said Nicole.
    “You sure?” He asked.
    “I insist…what do you want?” She asked as she bit her lip delightfully.
    “Surprise me.” He said as he watched her wiggle away with a half turn of her head and a toss of her long hair, as if to tease him. He remembered watching that bouncing booty of her’s back in high school, and it still had that bounce for sure, but the years had added….just so much more to it. Her hips were no longer that of a teenage girl, but rather that of a goddess, or a queen who spent her time lounging around, indulging in her every desire excessively. She walked slowly, but there was delicious jiggle to every move she made, from her arms to her incredible thighs, and her ass was like a ripe piece of fruit, just ready to be grasped, grabbed, and clutched with just it’s absurd size and improbable heart-shaped, tear-drop pertness, that seemed to defy the laws of gravity and make men and boys alike completely rethink the term ‘Badonkadonk.’
    “Hope you like chocolate.” Nicole said as she sat back down and placed two pastry bags on the table.
    “Oh, chocolate croissant? I don’t think I’ve ever had one.” Said James as he pulled the flaky treat out of the brown pastry bag.
    “Omigod are you kidding me? They’re soooo good.” She said as she took a bite out of her chocolate chunk cookie. “I’m like addicted (munch, chew) to them….and I guess i’m addicted to these too.”
    “Looks delicious.” Said James with his eyes clearly on Nicole’s lips.
    “Uhhhh yeah, but my husband always gives me shit about eating those things.” Said Nicole as she leaned in towards him and lowered her voice to sexy whisper. “I can never eat what I want without one of his doctor lectures about health and calories and…”
    “Sausage breakfast sandwich for…Nicole.” A voice called out from behind the counter.
    “Ooo, I’ll be right back.”  She squealed as she clutched his arm flirtatiously, with her soft, manicured fingers.
    James watched closely at the way her magnificent body wiggled and moved. ’Well she may have gained a ton of weight, but she doesn’t seem too self-conscious about it…..there’s something so hot about that.’ He thought to himself as he felt himself getting hard as a rock.
    “Ooo, gosh all this getting up and down get’s me..out of breath!” Nicole said with a meek giggle as she fanned herself with her hand and sat back down. She quickly opened her little bag and pulled out her sausage egg and cheese sandwich and let the steam escape. “I’m so sorry I should’ve asked if you wanted one too.”
    “No, it’s okay Nicole I’m really not that hungry.” James said politely.
    “Oh…okay, well please at least eat your croissant so I don’t feel like such a pig.” She said with a smile before taking a bite out of her gooey, greasy, melty, hot sandwich. “Umm, I just (chew, munch) didn’t get much of a breakfast this morning, and I drank a….little too much last night.” She added with a self-conscious giggle.
    “You make that thing look really good.” James said as he continued to get hypnotized by…….every Goddamn thing about her. “It’s funny there’s a Starbucks in my office building and we’re always getting gift cards and stuff but I never get around to using them.”
    “Omigod, me working right next to a Starbucks would be so dangerous.” Said Nicole.
    “What do you mean?” He asked.
    “I’m like addicted to coffee…..especially frappuccinos.” She answered. “You know how many calories there are in those things?”
    “Oh.. who cares about calories.” Said James nonchalantly.
    “Haha……not me……obviously.” Nicole said with a giggle, as she did a cute little wiggle in her seat, causing her magnetizing breasts to bounce and shake……ohhhhh, in the most arousing and provocative way imaginable.
    “Well you look fantastic.” James said with forthright inflection that Nicole found sexy.
    “Really? Thank you James.” Nicole purred as she gazed at his masculine facial structure and puppy dog eyes.
    “You are gorgeous.” Said James…….understatement of the millennium.
    “Mmm thanks….…but i’ve been doing a lot of… stress eating since being married to Greg and i’ve gained (munch, chew) a few pounds as I’m sure you can probably tell.” Nicole said as she once again self consciously bit her lip.
    “No, no, seriously Nicole, what ever you’ve been doing, keep doing it.” James said as he made direct eye contact.
    “Haha…..oh my God….really?  Ohhhh…James….” Nicole cooed sweetly.
    “What?” He asked as the magnetizing qualities of her eyes and lips really began to take effect…….’God she was perfect.’ He thought.
    “I don’t know, you’re just sooooo sweet.” Nicole said. “I still can’t believe you’re here in front of me.” The two locked eyes with each other with such passion and desire where it almost felt like time itself had stopped. He looked at her in a way that every young girl dreamed of being looked at, and she could feel her heart slowly melting.
    “Jame-“
    “Nic-“ The two spoke simultaneously, cutting each other off.
    “Sorry.” Nicole said with the widest smile on her face that she had since, before she could remember.
    “No i’m sorry… I mean…it’s okay.” James said as they nearly spoke in unison once again.
    “Soooo….tell me more about you’re startup or whatever.” Nicole finally said to break through the wonderful awkwardness. “It sounds like you’re doing really well.”
    “Ah yeah, so far so good. It’s a company I started with my friend Prem from college, we’re called Tush, which stands for tertiary useable storage hierarchive, and I mean we’re still in the pretty stressful….. beginning stage.” James answered, trying to break himself out of that love induced funk.  “Right now I’m working on getting some videos produced for our website, you wouldn’t believe the money we’ve been spending.”
    “Well….that’s good right? I mean that computer cloud stuff is pretty over my head, but you need to spend money to make money right?” Nicole asked, trying her best to not sound dumb and follow what he was saying.
    “Yeah, you’re right about that, it’s all seed money I mean….get our idea up and running, get bought out by Amazon and retire before I’m 30, that’s the plan.” James said with a light hearted chuckle.
    “Really? Retire by 30?” Nicole asked, as her face lit up brightly with that notion.
    “Well no, I mean you can’t look at that way, I didn’t get into this just for the money, we like our team, I believe in what we are trying to do, Prem is basically a genius,  just hate how it always seems to get more and more complicated. “ He answered.
    “How do you mean?”
    “The investors are putting up all this money and they expect certain results so they sort of call the shots on a lot of things.” James explained. “Sorry this is probably boring.”
    “No, sorry if I seem stupid for not understanding.” Nicole said meekly.
    “Ummm, no I just mean we started as a small team, just a bunch of newly graduated college kids but now with all this money and different departments and what not… it’s hard to keep things organized.” Said James, who was still looking deeply into her eyes.
    “Sorry to make you talk about work.” Said Nicole.
    “It’s okay.” Said James, in a comforting voice. “Let’s talk about you…..things getting any better with Greg?”
    “Oh…..God.” Nicole said in exacerbated tone. “I don’t know where to start with that one.”
    Nicole went on in detail about her complaints with her husband, and James hung on her words attentively, completely enthralled by the situation he found himself in. Their conversation went so smoothly and wonderfully that the two of them completely lost track of time under the spell of  that sensational feeling of mutual giddiness towards one another. It felt great for Nicole to be able to pour her heart out like that to a boy that listened….especially when that boy was as freaking attractive as James.
    “Uhhhhh…..” Nicole sighed. “I just really need to get out of that house.”
    “Or out of that marriage.” James, said slightly under his breath.
    “What?” Asked Nicole with a nervous smile on her lips.
    “Nothing.” Said James.
    “Yeah….I…..I….just don’t know what I’m going to do yet.” Nicole said ponderously. “I mean I like being taken care of, but I don’t like being so dependent like this……well on Greg anyway.”
    “Hey.” James said as a devilish idea had suddenly occurred to him. “You probably wouldn’t want  a little part time work at my company would you? I mean if you…..want to get out of the house a few days a week.”
    “What?” Asked Nicole.
    “Just an idea.” Said James. “I’m looking for a…front desk person to..ya know let new clients and recruits in our office space….keep track of appointments, transfer phone call, that sort of thing.”
    “You mean like a receptionist?”
    “Well…..yeah.” Said James ponderously. “Really simple easy stuff, but it would make things a lot easier for me.”
    “Yeah?” Asked Nicole as she recovered a sense of giddiness in her eyes.
    “Yeah, I mean really…. right now we have a certain budget to hit… if we don’t spend money, we won’t get as much money for the next period.” James explained. “I mean it’s almost like we have to hire someone, I just thought I’d throw it out to you first, considering the circumstance.”
    “Hmmmm, sounds like a cushy job.” Said Nicole with a glowing grin.
    James laughed. “Yeah pretty much, the pay would be worth your time, you interested?”
    “I am so ready for a change.” Nicole answered.
    “I’m serious Nicole, I’m not joking, I’d make it really easy on you, not too may hours …and it would actually help us out a lot.” Said James, trying to hide his excitement.
    “Okay.” Said Nicole calmly as she subconsciously picked apart the rest of James’ chocolate croissant.
    “Really? You really want to do this?” James asked.
    “Be your…mmmm(chew) part time receptionist?” Nicole asked in a sweet affectionate voice.
    “Yes.” James said directly and earnestly.
    “I would love to, James Rolland.”

[JDubois]

CHAPTER 22
 

 

    It was like a dream come true for James to have Nicole as a co-worker. He talked to Prem about it and he had to do a little sweet talking and charming to his co-workers in order justify hiring her based on her nearly nonexistent resume and total lack of experience but it didn’t really matter. After seeing her in person any questions about her qualifications were out the window, she was still just that damn beautiful, and her beauty trumped all. James’ colleagues and team members were all googly eyed at the sight of her, and they were too overjoyed to be working amongst a gorgeous woman to worry about her making any tangible contributions to their cause.
    “They’re still moving some furniture in and doing some electrical and finishing work but this is the front desk…it will be your… front desk. I told Maggie to stop by and help you get oriented when she’s out of her meeting.” James said to Nicole on her first day at the office. The building was located in a quiet office park and Tush was leasing the entire bottom floor, although it was a small enough company that they occupied less than half of it. “We are still in the process of hiring a lot of engineers so there’s plenty of space for now, but please Nicole, bug me all you want, seriously anything you need, any questions you might have, I’m usually right through that door, but feel free to ping me anytime, and Maggie is nice and she’ll help you out too.”
    “Oh, okay thanks James…..I mean…Mr. Rolland.” Nicole said with a giggle.
    James laughed. “Yeah….Mrs. Mitchell.” He answered spitefully, causing Nicole to flirtatiously stick her tongue out at him. “Umm okay, what else? There’s a Starbucks right outside through those doors you probably already saw, ummm, there’s a Subway…a french creperie next to that a Chipotle….and an Olive Garden, Cupcake Royale, not a whole lot else but the cafeteria/lounge area is down the hall, I can show you later….. if you must smoke…. there’s a smoking section outside with a little covered area and benches, you’ll see.”
    “Maybe you can help me quit, James Rolland.” Nicole finally chimed in with a naughty grin on her face, and her big beautiful eyes locked firmly on his.
    “Ah….yeah…sure…sure..Nicole.” James slowly replied as he lost his train of thought somewhere in the mesmerizing effect of her eyes and lips. ‘Oh……man……it’s gonna be hard to concentrate on work with….this……thing…..this…thing of sexiness standing before me all the time, oh holy God!’ He thought to himself as he took her in with his eyes even more. She certainly more than looked the part of the hot secretary office girl, dressed in a high waisted black pencil skirt, a sleeveless white blouse with a button or two undone to reveal ample enough cleavage to be right on the cusp of appropriateness. She was even wearing glasses, which James still wasn’t sure was a necessity or a show, like, ‘I’m at work now, I’m a professional I wear glasses,’ but either way she looked damn good in them and they divulged a whole other level of sexiness to Nicole that he had never seen before.
    “Don’t worry James.” Nicole said as she slowly bent over and lowered her hips into her swivel chair. “This all looks pretty fun to me.”
    “Yeah….sounds good…” Was all James could muster in the midst of the distraction that was her ass. Good God she was getting wide…….he thought black was supposed to be slimming but that skirt in contrast with her white top only seemed to amplify the shapeliness and sheer volume of her hips and thighs in the most captivating way. “I have a meeting in sec, it won’t take long, you can just relax for now and then I’ll show you all the transfer numbers for different desks, or I guess Maggie can show you that too, k?”
    “Okay and let’s have lunch together when its time yeah?” Nicole said as she rolled her chair forward towards her desk.
    “Yeah sounds good.” Was again all James could articulate at that moment. ‘Well I guess I’m not gonna get much work done today.’ He thought as he walked towards one of the conference rooms.

    “Hi I’m Maggie, you must be Nicole.” Said a voice as Nicole quickly looked up from behind her desk after taking a big sip from her iced venti carmel mocha.
    “Oh yes…ummm hi Maggie.” Stammered Nicole as she looked at the woman standing before her. Maggie Brasdt was 27 years old, 3 years older than Nicole and she had been working for Tush for 8 months. She had a kind and pretty face, and was about the same height as Nicole but she was very fat. 294 pounds to be exact and she was what Nicole would consider to be a ‘fat girl’. Despite her own girth she certainly didn’t think of herself in that way, besides Maggie had much more of an apple shaped body compared to Nicole’s pear, although a lot of that was just because she was heavier in general.  “Sorry, I’m just not quite sure what to do yet and my blood sugar felt super low.” Nicole added, referencing her icy beverage and her half eaten Starbucks brownie.
    “Oh that’s okay, I know how that goes.” Said Maggie sweetly as she looked Nicole over. “I just have to say, they told me you were a model, but I was not expecting you to be this gorgeous!”
    “Oh wow, you are too kind, thank you.”
    “I love the body positivity movement that’s going on right now, and I am a huge proponent of plus size fashion, I think it’s so cool what some of the models are doing these days.”
    “Okay, thanks, but I’m not really a model, I just got invited to a convention.” Nicole said as she looked up at Maggie. “You should follow me on Instagram though, @nicolething.”
    “Okay great!” Said Maggie with some enthusiasm. “I should get you in our system too and help you get going.” She added as she lowered herself into a chair beside Nicole and rolled it in towards the computer on the desk. Nicole noticed how Maggie was totally crammed into her chair. Her thighs were spilling out over the sides and oozing out against the armrest uncomfortably. Her belly was absolutely huge and it strained the fabric of her dark blouse which she wore beneath a cozy maroon duster and it pressed itself against the desk.  She proceeded to go through the rigmarole with Nicole, having her sign forms, go through the phone lines, the company policies, benefits and so on, all the while Nicole was thinking that her body wasn’t really that big after all, compared to Maggie’s.
    “So you knew James from high school?” Maggie asked after Nicole finished signing the last e-document.
    “Yeah, he was one year ahead of me, but we knew each other a little.” Nicole said.
    “He’s such a great guy.” Said Maggie as she fanned herself with her hand a little.
    “Oh yeah, he totally is.” Said Nicole as she rolled back in her chair and relaxed her posture.
    “We’ll, right..okay I guess all that’s left to do is show you the break room, I don’t know about you but I could definitely use a little pick me up.” Maggie said as she struggled to her feet.
    
    “This is a dangerous room if you’re addicted to sugar like I am.” Said Maggie as Nicole looked around. She noticed that Maggie seemed a bit winded just from the short walk down the hall to where the so called miro-kitchen was. It was more like an employee lounge/junk food pantry. There was a large table in the center stocked with fruit and nuts and an empty bowl with a sign that said blueberry muffins on it. There was a half eaten box of Krispy Kreme donuts on the counter and a large cooler filled with Pepsi, Mountain Dew, Snapple, orange juice, coconut water, milk of all kinds and bottled water. “The Tush 15 is a real thing, not that you can really tell on me.” Maggie added with a nervous giggle.
    “Oh God, seems like everything is a something 15 which is the last thing I need right now, as you can see.” Nicole said as she shimmied her hips provocatively. “I’ve literally just been like sitting on my ass for the past year, it’ll be kind of a nice change actually to have a job.”
    “Oh honey we just sit on our asses here too you know.” Maggie said as she grabbed a pepsi out of the cooler and quickly started drinking it.
    “Yeah.” Nicole said nonchalantly. “But I think it’s much healthier to enjoy yourself than to beat your self up, why should we ever feel any shame about our bodies, right?”
    “Oh my God Nicole I love your attitude, I wish I had your confidence.” Maggie said as she eyed Nicole’s rear end packed in that skirt. ‘My God those are some wide hips .’ She thought to herself.
    “It just takes a little practice.” Nicole said as she reached into the Krispy Kreme box and pulled on out. “But if I feel like a donut, I’m gonna have one.”
    “Well good to know, I’m in charge of ordering food for this room so i’ll keep that in mind.”
    “Speaking of feeling like (munch, chew) something, you don’t happen to smoke do you?” Nicole asked between bites.
    “Omigod do I?”
    “Want to join me?” Nicole asked as she finished her donut.  “Sometimes I feel like I’m the only one who still smokes these days, it’d be nice to have some company.”
    “Ditto. I’m glad you're here Nicole, we’re going to be great friends.”