Part 6
A few weeks later, Marcy was lounging on the sofa polishing off a large pizza and breadsticks (the government had been kind enough to fund unlimited fast food delivery as well) when she heard a knock at the door. She was a bit startled; other than the occasional trip to the minimart next to her building, she had generally been sheltered from the outside world and visitors since her first day in California. Weekly security briefings were provided via a government issued laptop computer, and since her threat level remained “elevated” she was, for all intents and purposes, on 24 hour lockdown.
Brushing the crumbs from her bloated belly, Marcy stood up and cautiously approached the door. Peering through the peephole, she grinned upon the realization it was her favorite U.S. Marshall. She stepped back and after a quick adjustment of her hair and bra, struck a seductive pose as she opened the door.
“Well hello there Tim,” she purred as she ushered him in. Tim gave her an awkward nod and entered the apartment, closing the door quietly behind him. Marcy stood next to the fridge with a hand on the door, obviously undressing the muscular agent with her eyes. Returning the gaze for a moment, Tim attempted to hide his arousal.
She looked amazing, he thought to himself. Her soft and juicy thighs were clearly visible from beneath the plus-sized miniskirt she had chosen for the evening’s “festivities”. As she swiveled to open the fridge and grab a bottle of wine, Tim whistled quietly as he got a view of her widening, meaty rear-end. She was the encapsulation of ever BBW model he had ever secretly obsessed over online, in the flesh and five feet away. For a moment he contemplated just walking over there and taking matters into his own hands - but as he looked towards the living room and remembered the array of surveillance devices (not to mention his uber-jealous and suspicious wife who was undoubtedly manning the control room back in New York), he stopped himself and returned to reality.
“Well, Marcy - I trust you’ve found the accommodations safe and acceptable?”, he asked as she poured two big glasses of Chardonnay and gave him another sultry glance?
“Oh it’s been to die for,” she replied as she took a big gulp of her drink. “The service is first class” - she pointed to another large case of wine that had arrived just that afternoon.
“If only I had someone to help me enjoy all this delicious food and top shelf booze”, she continued as he attempted to conceal the erection rising beneath his pants. She giggled and patted her swollen midsection before continuing. “I think I may have gained a few more pounds than I signed up for...although some fellas don’t mind that, eh Timmy?”
Marcy wasn’t kidding on either point. Unbeknownst to her, she had been consuming the appetite stimulant spiked beverages for a few weeks. And while she didn’t really need much encouragement, the impact on her increasing gluttony had been immediate and striking. The last time she stepped on the scale it had announced 175 pounds; a sizeable 30 pound gain since she had entered the program.
It was still working with her overall figure and build, but she was undeniably chubby at this point. Her formerly angular face had softened and while she didn’t have a double chin, the combination of her short blond hair and ever-so-pudgy cheeks gave her a markedly different appearance than the brunette temptress from a few months back in New York.
Her soft upper arms jiggled slightly as she raised Tim’s glass. “Won’t you join me?”, she asked invitingly, pointing to an open cushion at her side.
Clearing his throat nervously, Tim looked directly a a huge painting in front of his - the gleam of a tiny hidden camera caught his eye and he stepped backwards.
“No ma’am,” he replied as Marcy pouted in response. “I’m on duty,” he continued as he turned towards the door.
“Just wanted to make sure you were safe and sound and all appears well.”
“Suit yourself,” Marcy sighed as she finished her wine and grabbed another greasy slice of pizza from the box in front of her.
“I get so lonely here,” she said, batting her eyes at him. “And I bet you feel that way too, what with your wife all the way back in New York.”
She had scoffed audibly when she said the word “wife”, leaving no doubt to her true intentions. Marcy ogled Tim’s muscular ass and thighs as he hurriedly walked to the door and made a relative safe exit.
“Come back anytime, sweetie!”, she called as the door clicked shut behind him.
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Tim had been right; Jane was indeed at the helm back in the government facility and had watched the entire flirtatious encounter unfold. On one hand she was relatively pleased at her husband’s self-control. But deep down she knew what she was dealing with and that the risk of an inappropriate encounter would only increase.
“What to do, what to do...”, she murmured to herself as she tapped her fingers on her desk.
Then it hit her. With a smirk, she buzzed in her assistant. “You’re lonely, eh, Marcy??”, she said to herself.
“Well we can’t have that now can we.”
“Jessica!”, she barked as her nervous junior Marshall entered the room. “We need to secure some roommates for Miss Marcy out in Hollywood.”
“Uh...yes ma’am,” the girl replied. “Any specifications?”
Jane smiled at her warmly. “Three of them. Female. And they had all better be at least 350 pounds.”