by Matt L. » Mon Oct 05, 2015 10:28 pm
7.
Friday afternoon, a week away from Tracy’s appointment with Dr. Letsos.
Sally was away at work as was Milton but conveying to her house guest to make herself at home, Tracy took full advantage of the gesture.
Tracy unhurriedly trudged upstairs, clothed in the garments she slept in, a sleeveless murky gray colored top and well-worn cotton / polyester panties of the granny variety.
The flimsy hip high material broadcast the flabby padding that had infested her tummy while securely embracing the billowy condition of her derriere. Tracy’s thighs mildly jiggled as she advanced up the stairs, her stems much softer, specially the upper portion which appeared genuinely doughy.
Tracy sighed once reaching Sally’s flat, instinctively walking into the kitchen without a second thought. Tracy was satisfied enough lounging in bed but she urgently needed to phone Maggie.
A sandwich or something else to nosh was an additional incentive to leave Milton’s man cave.
Tracy sniffled a couple of times while preparing her baloney sandwich. Minus lettuce and tomato, the sandwich was overly saturated with mayonnaise. Tracy’s motion was equivalent to a punch drunk boxer, chomping hard on the sandwich, sloppily chewing.
Tracy dialed the number, her greasy fingers leaving a trace of mayo on the phone.
“Margaret Kent, how may I help you.”
Tracy cleared her throat, the passiveness remaining in her speech, “Hi Maggie, this is Tracy. How you do’in?”
“No complaints, Tracy”, Maggie buzzed, “How have you been?”
Tracy tilted her body sideways, using the kitchen counter to maintain her balance, “I’m alright, I guess. Thing is, Maggie, think I can have another week off?”
“And this is because?”
Tracy wasn’t about to tell Maggie that she felt awkward about the bit of weight she had put on or the strange manner in which she was behaving; excessively overeating - laziness - slack appearance.
“There’s things that need sorting out before my wedding, Dr. Letsos is helping me. It’ll only be until I’m through with her therapy.”
Maggie acknowledged Tracy, “I know all about Dr. Letsos, I anticipate positive results. You may have additional time off, Tracy; however, I’m going to have to place you on leave of absence. You understand what that means?”
There was a moment of silence long enough for Tracy to take another bite of her sandwich.
“No, not really.”
Maggie casually explained, “If you’re not back to work in six months you’ll be terminated. Take all the time you like.”
Maggie abruptly hung up on Tracy.
Tracy shoved the remainder of the sandwich into her mouth, unconcerned with Maggie’s stipulation about losing her position at the Welfare Beau if she didn’t return within six months.
Sooner or later she’d be married to Ted, she wouldn’t need to work.
Tracy rolled up a couple slices of baloney, nibbling on them between gulping a glass of milk.
From there it was back downstairs where she watched TV in bed.
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Milton traipsed downstairs with a couple bags of groceries, stirring Tracy’s motivation to amble out of bed.
“Just you and me, kiddo!” Milton announced, his smile vigorous and undaunted, “Sally’s going out with her friends after work. I ain’t no chef but I have a notion my cooking will be fitting.”
“I could cook, make dinner for you”, Tracy said as she filtered through the plastic shopping bags, “I really don’t mind.”
Milton gripped Tracy at the shoulders, his paunchy belly pressing against her budding potbelly.
“Nah, honey. It’s important for me to fuss over you. I never had a girlfriend; I want to show you muh appreciation. Specially now coz you’re be gone soon.”
Tracy perceived the twinkling in Milton’s eyes, the genuine spark of a doting mate.
Tracy heaved a contented sigh, “I won’t be leaving here as soon as I thought, that is, if you don’t mind me being here a while longer.”
Milton quickly embraced Tracy, “Wow, this is a dream come true. How long you’ll be staying?”
“Until the …..” Tracy paused; she couldn’t resist the impulse to favor Milton with a kiss.
“You’re welcome to stay as long as you like”, Milton smiled.
Tracy dug her fingertips into Milton’s pudgy waist, “We’ll see, babe. Let me get dressed while you make dinner.”
Another kiss ensued; Tracy eased herself out of Milton’s arms.
Milton nervously rubbed his belly, “Wait a minute, Tracy.”
Tracy swayed at her hips, “Yes, Milton. Something on your mind?”
“Lots of guys post pictures of their girlfriends on this site I go on, I know this is a lot to ask but could I please post your photo?”
Tracy position herself toward Milton’s direction, “Could you show me this site so I kin get some idea of the girls and pictures.”
Milton obliged Tracy, taking her by the hand, leading her to his PC.
Once Tracy was seated, Milton shared the web-site with her.
Tracy was certainly a lightweight compared to many of the females on the site, most of them ranged from overweight to obese. A few pleasingly plump, some chubby. The photographs weren’t exactly classy, the majority of the women scantily clad.
Tracy looked up at Milton, goofily smiling as she thought it over.
What harm would there be of having her photograph posted on the site. Nobody she knew would ever have an interest in this web-page, and it would make Milton happy.
“Let me shower, put on some makeup so I can look cute”, Tracy risibly snickered, “Only thing, maybe I ought’n use my real name.”
Milton agreed and then pitched an idea to Tracy.
“What about we have two pictures, one before dinner with all the food in front of you, and then an after picture with you holding yer belly. What you think?”
Tracy replied with a crooked smile, “Yeah, if that’s what you like. Sure, hon.”
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Tracy washed her hair and then proceeded to wash the old makeup off her face before applying a new coating of cosmetics. For a quick moment Tracy studied her face, imprudently applying the cheap cosmetics in a mode which made her feel attractive. Tracy ignored the pulpy texture of her cheeks which had become somewhat fuller and the blemishes that took root over her skin, likewise disregarding her blossoming double chin.
Eyeliner thickly applied, the mascara dark blue, lipstick of a bubble gum shade of pink.
Tracy teased her shorted mane, a ton of hairspray, manufacturing her pixie do locks into a kewpie doll resemblance.
Leaving the makeshift bathroom, Tracy trudged into the bedroom area where her ’Goodwill’ bought clothes were stacked in two piles. Tracy grabbed the stone-washed blue jeans shorts; an adequate fit even though the material rounded out her tummy and showed off the mushy substance that had corrupted her thighs. Next, Tracy slipped on a sleeveless top, ashen in color with black horizontal stripes.
Milton was still cooking when Tracy entered the vicinity of the kitchen, grabbing a bottle of beer; she then took a seat at the table.
“Dinner be ready shortly”, Milton told Tracy who favored him with an admiring grin.
“Shit, babe, I’m so impressed”, Tracy chuckled, “You’re such a sweet guy. Lot’s of guys don’t make their girls dinner.”
“Shucks, ain’t nothing, Tracy”, Milton responded, “I like treating you right coz you’re special.”
Tracy enjoyed a monumental swig of the beer, unconcerned about the shrill sound of her guzzling.
“Well, Ted never thought me special enough to work over the stove for me”, Tracy remarked, pausing to burp, another swig, then continuing.
“You make me feel entirely special, sometimes I think Ted wuz just interested in me for a trophy chick.”
“Let’s not talk about Ted”, Milton urged Tracy.
“Nothing personnel, just that I’d like to pretend Ted doesn’t exist and we been a couple for a long time.”
Tracy shook her head, “You’re right, I’m sorry.”
“Tell ya this much though”, Tracy added with a funky smirk, “Somehow I imagine if we met years ago, there’ll be no other guys for me.”
Milton glanced over Tracy’s appearance, “You look very cute, gonna make a nice picture.”
Tracy tilted her head, fluttering her eyes and smiled, “I’m awfully glad you think so.”
In actuality Tracy resembled a moderately plump -- economically disadvantaged young lady who was drastically inexperienced in cosmetics and fashion. Pretty but thoroughly lacking the sophisticated attributes connected to her accustomed ivory tower environment. Into the bargain, the pixie hairstyle arranged in a kewpie doll motif made Tracy look a decade younger than her rightful age.
Tracy nursed the beer, congenial small talk ensued.
Tracy complimented Milton on his attentiveness and sweetness, and how much she truly enjoyed his company. Milton stated that Tracy was extra cool, less complicated and not as superficial as he presumed. Furthermore, Milton went to vast lengths in describing the beauty of Tracy’s appearance and that her navel ring made her look all the more sexy. Tracy blushed and delicately cooed at the flattery, and although she still felt terribly self-conscious about her weight, Milton’s approval of her appearance momentarily eased her worries about being out of shape and looking fat.
Milton set the table, doling out the victuals in short order.
Chopped up hot dogs with beans, microwave burritos, mashed potatoes, and a couple of baloney with cheese sandwiches. A generic brand of mini cheesecake and milk for dessert.
Milton aided Tracy in positioning herself in front of the table and all the food before taking the first snapshot. Milton stepped away from the table, camera in hand, “This is so cool!”
“Okay, pick up something, a burrito and smile!” Milton excitedly buzzed.
“Sure!”, Tracy chuckled, picking up one of the burritos, holding it inches away from her mouth, “Remember, sweetie, we have to think of another name for me to use.”
Milton snapped the photograph then returned to the table, taking a seat beside Tracy.
“I hope you’re gonna help me eat all this”, said Tracy gnawing on the burrito.
Milton teasingly replied, “I don’t think there’s enough for the both of us!”
Tracy reeled back her face, “Huh?”
Milton chuckled as he moved the bowl of mashed potatoes toward Tracy.
“Kidding babe, just joking!”
Milton sampled the mashed potatoes, scooping up another portion and brought it to Tracy’s lips while she was still chewing the burrito. Tracy slurped the potatoes off the spoon, immediately taking a whopping bite out of the burrito.
“Think we …..ought to slow down?” Tracy asked.
Milton steered another spoonful of mashed potatoes toward Tracy’s lips, “We could but ain’t ya enjoying it!”
Tracy rid the spoon of the contents, grabbing her own spoon before sampling the hot dogs and beans. “Um….well …..”
Tracy’s eyes dizzily sparkled, a ridiculously wide grin blossoming over her face.
In actuality Tracy was enjoying this slovenly manner of eating.
Tracy nibbled on her own although was sporadically fed by Milton who ate his share of the meal but not as messy, swift or as much as Tracy.
The main course finished, Milton edged the mini-cheese cakes toward Tracy. Tracy held her hands over her bloated belly, half-smiling at the dessert.
“My cute little piggy too stuffed for cheese cake?”
Tracy tilted her head backward, an amorous timbre in her voice, “Your cute little piggy has a fondness for sweets, gonna feed me?”
Milton grinned, unwrapping the package, gently sliding the cheesecake into Tracy’s mouth.
Milton tapped Tracy’s tummy, “Nice belly you’re getting there, piggy. What about an oink to show your appreciation.”
Tracy agreed, crumbs squirting from her lips as she squealed a mind-numbing loud _ “OINK!”
Milton quickly unwrapped the next package, Tracy leaning forward, capturing the cheesecake with her teeth, promptly devouring it.
Milton handed Tracy the glass of milk as she chewed, noticing his amusement, she blurted out another oink, and another until she voraciously guzzled away the entire glass of milk.
Tracy let loose a rip snorting burp, smiling afterward as if she had just accomplished some amazing feat.
“Okay, we’ll now take the after picture”, Milton coached Tracy, “Shift you chair sideway, and unzip the shorts so you belly spills out, maybe squeeze it or something like that.”
Tracy was all giggles as she positioned the chair in order for Milton to get the shot he wanted.
Unzipping her shorts, Tracy’s tummy oozed outward, and with a funky smile, she cradled the sides of her modest bulge, delicately squeezing the mushy tissue.
“Fantastic!” Milton happily yelled as he took the photograph, “You look so sweet!”
Tracy quickly jumped to her feet, bouncing a few steps toward Milton, “This is so unlike me doing something like this but it’s kinda of cool in a weird way!”
In full-blown giddiness Tracy elatedly blathered, “You have such an intense effect on me, kind of like turning my world inside out but I’m having so much fun!”
Tracy paused, needing to suck in her gut to zip up and button her shorts.
Milton walked over to Tracy, “You’ve surprised me too, babe. I can’t wait to post the snapshots.”
Tracy fastened her arms around Milton’s waist, “Me too, but we need to come up with a name.”
Milton inched his face closer to Tracy, and she brought her lips to his. The smooching upped the ante in Tracy’s rebellious state of mind, her agenda for losing weight and her romance with Ted willingly put on the back burner for the blissful contentment of giving into her uninhibited desires.
The boundaries of common sense had been torn down in favor of Tracy’s her wanton behavior.
Tracy firmly latched her hands upon Milton’s spare tire, the kissing intensifying. What was it that made Milton’s flabby overweight body strikingly much more sensual than all those guys including Ted who were in top notch physical condition. Whatever it wasTracy consented to the attraction without question.
An unexpected thought popped into Tracy’s head which she blatantly shared with Milton.
“Shit, babe, nobody I know would bother going to that site, would it please ya if I just went by my own name when you post the picture?”
Milton jerked back his head, his voice thundering in excitement, “Damn, yeah!”
However, Milton added with an inane chuckled, “Check out the pictures guys downloaded of their babes. They all got cute nicknames.”
In a moment the pair were scrolling down the photographs downloaded on the web-site, sure enough majority of the females had nicknames - Big Beverly - Thick Tina - Cute Belly Girl Molly - Hefty Dina.
Tracy rubbed the side of her face in thought, Milton suggesting several nicknames.
“I’m so not as fat as them ladies, wouldn’t we be false advertising if I use an outrageous nickname”, said Tracy.
Milton dramatically gazed over Tracy‘s well-nourished figure.
“Give it a while, hon”, Milton comically snickered, “I know you have the potential to get huge.”
A week ago a comment like that would have been insulting to Tracy but in her current mood she went along with it, “I admire your instinct, damn I’ll really be a fatty then.”
Tracy took a step back, squeaking an air-head giggle, “You surprise me, hon. Put down whatever you want.”
Milton swerved his head and observed Tracy strolling over to the fridge. Tracy’s shorts undeniably snug, the material outlining her swollen hindquarters, the sponginess of her milky white thighs equipped with budding saddle bags. Milton grinned as he envisioned Tracy larger, his ideal in terms of feminine beauty. A year from now, possibly a little longer, it wouldn’t be unrealsitc if Tracy was humongous - hippo size. Afterall, Tracy did have an appetite that rivialed his own.
Tracy secured the carton of milk, noisily guzzling a surplus amount of milk before capturing Milton’s musing glance. Smiling, Tracy uttered in a high pitch squeak, “What’z up?”
Milton sighed, “Just taking in your beauty.”
Tracy wiped the excess milk off her lips and chin, “Aw, you’re very sweet.”
Holding onto to the milk carton, Tracy walked back over to Milton, chugging another mouthful, she then lower the carton unto her hip, wrapping his free hand gently over Milton’s shoulders.
“Lot’s of guy wouldn’t say I was beautiful coz the way I just pigged out”, Tracy whispered, “They’d laugh and call me oinker, crude shit, but you, honey. Does it turn you on?”
Milton honestly replied as Tracy nibbled on his ear lob, “It does, Tracy. Watching you pig out is a big time turn on.”
“I’m your little oinker, ain’t I big man? You like me being a pig.”
Milton swallowed a mouthful of air as he nodded to the positive.
Tracy corrected her posture, another sloppy display of gulping the milk.
Tracy dropped the empty carton unto the floor, and giggled, “I’m you’re sweet girl oinker as long as I’m here, I’ll be the biggest pig you can imagine.”
Tracy’s comment was thoroughly sincere, she had no qualms concerning her status and identity while with Milton, making him happy was of utmost importance.
Milton glimpsed into Tracy’s eyes, “I have your nickname.”
And with that Milton typed - PORKER GIRL TRACY.
Tracy responded with a squeal of laughter.
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