Part 3
Christmas Day - 2016
“Ahem. Excuse me, children.”
Vanessa glared at her younger cousins as she walked into the dining room with Anthony in tow. Shayna sneered at her in response, while Amber puffed out her cheeks sarcastically in a half-hearted attempt to point out the recent weight gain of their annual Holiday tormentor.
Noticing the gesture, Vanessa shot daggers in their direction before confidently adjusting her latest purchase from Layne Bryant. It was true, she had definitely filled out during her first year and a half at college. But then again, when you are dating a feeder...
No matter, she thought to herself. A size 18, hour-glass shaped bombshell, she had actually managed to curtail her weight gain a bit as of late, halting just below 220 pounds. Granted, this led to many arguments with Anthony (who seemed to want her MUCH bigger), but Vanessa was still wearing the pants in their relationship, so to speak, and had pumped the breaks on his little operation.
Anthony was very frustrated by the resistance, but he had seen it all before. And took solace in her deepening food addiction; this was a marathon, not a sprint after all. Not that she was doing much running these days regardless. As he walked behind her, shyly avoiding contact with her relatives, Anthony caught a furtive view of her backside and marveled at Vanessa’s progress.
She already had a big booty when they met in the dorm freshman year, and it was undoubtedly the landmark of her very plus-sized form. Her hips must have been 50 inches around now, with a soft and jiggling shelf of an ass that sagged down onto her meaty thighs. The bottom half of her figure flared out all the way down to her now pudgy calves and the beginning of cankles. Still, she knew men couldn’t resist those curves and worked it with authority as she made her entrance into the kitchen.
“Well hey there, beautiful.”
Vanessa and Anthony both turned toward the source of that suggestive comment and saw Tom standing next to a few of her relatives, enjoying a beer. He winked at Vanessa and strolled over, nearly pushing Anthony out of the way as he reached in to give her a warm hug.
“I see college has been treating you well,” he remarked as he gave her a final squeeze, his hands brushing against her juicy love handles as he pulled away. Anthony scowled at him silently as Vanessa blushed red and adjusted her top to emphasize her soft, ample cleavage.
“Yeah it’s uh..been a lot of fun. Maybe too much fun,” she giggled as Tom looked her up and down. “But I swear to God I’m gonna get back in the gym next semester.”
“No more bad influences for me,” she stated as Anthony, ignored by the two of them, seemed to blend into the wallpaper.
“Hey, it happens to the best of us,” Tom replied assuringly. “And knowing you I’m sure you’ll be back into your old routine before you know it.”
“After party tonight at my place - you coming?”
Batting her eyes at Tom, Vanessa finally looked over at Anthony dismissively. “Oh this is my FRIEND Tony,” she said, finally acknowledging her disregarded companion.
Anthony furrowed his brow. She KNEW he hated it when she called him that. It made him feel so unremarkable; then again it fit perfectly with her overall conduct this evening. He thought back to the fully stocked kitchen in his studio apartment. She was all big and bad whenever they were around her family, but deep down they both knew who she really was.
He made a mental list of suitable punishments for these transgressions. A donut challenge...extra weight gain shakes...
No need to rush myself, he thought - Christmas break would be over before he knew it. He steadied himself and glanced at Tom, who was sending an equally unimpressed look his way.
“Well...you do have to work tonight - RIGHT Tony??”, Vanessa asked as she brushed up casually against Tom’s side.
Now fully perturbed, Anthony finally spoke up. “Yes, I do..but I’m off at 10 and I thought we were gonna get a late night snack at....”
Vanessa cut him off. “There’s been a change of plans. I’ll catch up with you tomorrow, k?”
Anthony looked at her blankly. “Sure thing,” he replied coldly as he reached into the cooler for a beer of his own.
“Good then,” Vanessa said; her fattened body jiggled as she bounced away to fix herself a big plate of lasagna and mashed potatoes. As she secured a healthy forkful and munched away, her shirt briefly rode up over her expanded belly, exposing a legitimate inch of pale, soft flesh.
She reached down and tugged it back into place with her free hand.
“Yep,” she said. “Things will be back to normal before we all know it.”