The fat wife

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"Kissy-bear? Kissy-bear wake up. You gotta get ready for work." Chuck softly whispered into the ear of his snoozing wife.

"Mhhhhh... Five more minutesss..." Kissy groaned, as she sleepily rolled her doughy body onto its side, putting her back to her husband.

Smiling at Kissy's juvenile tactic, Chuck wiggled into a spooning position against his chunky wife. First he gave her generously sized butt a frisky little squeeze, then he wrapped his arm around his wife's inflated midsection and softly massaged her protruding belly while he gently kissed her neck three times, "*Mwah!* *Mwah!* *Mwah!*"

"Pauuul... Hmhm! Quit it..." Kissy groggily protested with a hint of enjoyment. The way her husband kissed her neck in the morning always gave her goosebumps. However, she didn't like that she had such a massive belly for him to grab on to. Feeling too tired to reciprocate her husband's warm feelings right now, Kissy accused, "It's your fault I was up so late last night. Just give me five more minutes."

"Alright, I'll set your phone alarm for another five minutes, but I'm putting it on the bathroom counter, so you'll have to get out of bed to shut it off." Chuck explained, while his wife let out a big grunt in response.

"Heyyy be nice to meee, I bring home the bacon, remember?" Kissy innocently pouted, as she groggily pulled a pillow over her adorable face.

Smiling at his lovely wife, Chuck wrestled the pillow away from her and started getting out of bed, while he said, "You bring home the bacon, I cook it. I know how our system works. I'll go start breakfast for you beautiful."

"Ugg..." Kissy droned at her husband's last word to her before leaving the room. Beautiful. Kissy felt she was many things, a loyal friend, a hardworking young lawyer, an excellent wife, but today �??beautiful' wasn't exactly one of them.

Rolling around in bed trying to get comfortable, Kissy felt heavy. Lying on her back, the size of her thick butt made her back arch upward at an awkward angle. Lying on her stomach, Kissy's big, bloated belly uncomfortably pressed against the soft mattress because of the overindulgent night she'd just had. She had to settle for slumbering on her side, although her boobs had swollen in size so much that they strained the buttons of her pajama shirt from the position. She probably needed new pajamas soon anyway, the ones she was currently wearing were tight against her hips, butt and thighs, as well as her arms, chest and belly. Somehow every part of her body had become her problem area.

Hearing the annoying beep of her alarm, Kissy groggily tried to wake up and leave her warm bed. She didn't spring upward like she used to during her fitter days in college, sitting up was too much effort now, instead Kissy rolled to the edge, slid her chunky legs onto the floor, and then used her arms to heave herself upward to her feet. It seemed like getting out of bed got harder every day.

Clumsily lumbering into the bathroom and shutting off her alarm, Kissy reached into the shower and got the hot water going. It normally took a moment or two for the water to really get as warm as Kissy liked it. Trying to avoid looking at herself in the mirror, Kissy threw her hair into a big bun and then donned a shower cap. She'd woken up late and she knew she didn't have time to dry her long brown hair, so she wasn't going to get it wet. Unbuttoning her pajamas and freeing herself of their tight embrace, Kissy eagerly entered her shower and let the warm water do its job waking her up.

As the refreshingly warm water massaged her chunky body, Kissy lathered up some soap onto her sponge. She started washing herself as she usually did, top to bottom. As embarrassing it was to admit, Kissy knew she tended to sweat a lot more than she used too, especially her armpits and the area between her cleavage, so she made sure those areas were clean before tending to other areas. Kissy hated how soft her arms had gotten, especially her upper arms. They jiggled while Kissy struggled to reach around and wash her back. It was an embarrassing reminder that she wasn't anywhere near as flexible as she'd once been. Washing her back now was such a struggle that Kissy normally just made Chuck do it when they showered together.

Giving up, Kissy lathered up her arms and then turned her attention to her belly. She'd gotten so fat that she had multiple rolls of fat that she had to make sure she washed. She also had to make sure that she washed her underbelly. The process always made Kissy envious of when she'd once had a flat tummy. Showering had once been so much simpler. Now she had to bend over to reach every inch of her inflated butt. Her thick thighs rubbed together no matter what she did, and to make matters worse she was afraid to wash her feet because one time a few months ago she'd lost her balance during the struggle to wash them and fallen right on her butt in the shower.

Rinsing herself off and getting out of the shower, Kissy wrapped herself in a towel, but was a little shocked to realize how small it felt on her. At first, she thought she'd grabbed a hair towel for her body, but after a quick glance, the more likely explanation slapped her in the face. The towel wasn't small, she was too big. It was only a few months ago, three months to be exact, that she'd been celebrating a 30-pound weight loss. She'd hired a personal trainer at her gym, she'd stuck to a new diet, and she'd finally got onto a normal sleep schedule. However, then she was assigned to a huge case for her firm. She stopped attending the gym regularly, her diet went out the window and she'd had many sleepless nights due the stress from the high-profile nature of the case.

Kissy didn't want to admit it, but she'd clearly gained some or all of the weight back. Needing to know the damage, Kissy dug out the bathroom scale from under the sink. Throwing off her towel, Kissy bit the bullet and stepped on. After a moment, a horrifying number met her eyes.

*275*

Kissy wanted to cry. She was five pounds shy of her highest weight and the holiday season was just around the corner. She'd be the size of a house by new years for sure...

"If Chuck wasn't such a good cook..." Kissy fumed, as her frustration latched onto her husband's nurturing nature. She knew Chuck enjoyed the fact that she was so overweight for some strange reason. She'd married a chubby-chaser and this was the consequence. He never forced any food down her throat, but he did constantly keep the house filled with all of her favorite foods. It wasn't her fault she couldn't resist; it was his!

Spurred by her slight anger, Kissy hurried to get ready. Today was going to be a big day, this was the last chance her firm was going to get to settle their big case before it went to trial. She had a business outfit she wanted to wear but knew it wouldn't fit her in her current tubby condition, so instead Kissy settled for a professional blouse, stockings, and high-waisted skirt combo. Getting the stockings on were a pain, her big belly made reaching her feet an arduous task. To make matters worse, the waist of the skirt was more than a little tight, but Kissy was satisfied. She put on a black belt, did her hair and makeup, and finally put on her �??power' heels. She always felt confident wearing this particular pair of black high heels, but the heavier she got the more they killed her feet.

Walking down the steps of her beautiful suburban house, Kissy tried to avoid looking at all the pictures of her and Chuck hanging on the wall of when she'd still been skinny. When she'd first met Chuck, she'd been a 136-pound 20-year-old, and now she'd fattened up into a 275-pound 26-year-old. She was literally over twice the size she'd used to be.

As Kissy's mind scolded herself for letting herself go so badly, her nose smelled the alluring aroma of her favorite breakfast. Her stomach growled something fierce at the realization, but Kissy was in no mood to devour a large breakfast and add to her weight-woes. Entering the kitchen, Kissy noted that her nose had been correct. Chuck had made her pancakes drenched in chocolate syrup, a bowl with sliced strawberries and bananas, and a tall glass of orange juice.

"Eat up while it's warm." Chuck urged Kissy. However, she appeared preoccupied with her own thoughts.

"No, I'm running late. I'll just stop for coffee on my way to work." Kissy crankily explained, while she fought to resist the urgings of her stomach.

"Okay." Chuck mumbled a little disappointed. "Do you want me to pack you a lunch?"

"No." Kissy grunted a little snappy. She didn't want to eat one of Chuck's decadent lunches today. As much as she loved chowing down on meatball subs and pasta, she needed to start cooling it with the carbs and calories. "I'm getting a salad today with Janet and Kimmie."

"Alright. Well... Good luck on that big settlement negotiation today. You'll do great." Chuck smiled, as he approached his wife and planted a big kiss on her lips.

Unable to enjoy the kiss, Kissy broke it off and muttered, "Don't you listen? I already told you. I'm basically just going to be Mr. Marshall's moral support. I prepared the case, but he's going to be arguing for our side."

"Oh right. That stinks." Chuck frowned. He'd been so distracted by his beautiful wife's figure that his memory had slipped for an instant.

"It's just the way it is." Kissy sighed, while she grabbed her keys and started heading to the garage, "Mr. Marshall's more experienced, but he's a sweetheart, so I don't mind."

Following Kissy to her car, Chuck changed the topic, "About tonight, we don't have to do anything special. I know you're busy. I could just make a nice dinner if you want."

"I'll text you when I get done work. I don't know how late I'll be today." Kissy responded, as her stomach growled once again.

"You sure you don't want something to eat for the road?" Chuck offered one last time, as Kissy entered her car and struggled to buckle her seatbelt. Her butt was so fat that it covered the buckle. She had to awkwardly lift herself up so she could finally lock her seatbelt into place.

"*Pant* Yeah, I'm sure. I ate more than enough last night at the party. See you later." Kissy grunted in a bit of a huff.

She was starving, but she wasn't going to let herself fall into her bad habits so easily. Today she was going to treat her body right. This was going to be the first day in a long time that she put herself back onto the path of weight loss. She'd achieved so much in her young career, if she put her mind to it, she could certainly reclaim her formerly fit body. As Kissy started her drive to work, she thought about where she could stop for coffee that might have a healthy breakfast option. It was going to be one of those days, Kissy just knew it as she sat in traffic. She glanced at the time and bit her lip in frustration. She was almost certainly going to be late at this rate, and to make matters worse she was still over 20 minutes away from her desired coffee destination in good traffic conditions.

"God damn*t." Kissy grumbled to herself, as her belly rumbled yet again. Talking to her unhappy belly, Kissy explained, "I know, I know! I shouldn't have skipped breakfast! I'm sorry! Stop yelling at me!"

Another loud growl from her belly and Kissy impulsively turned into the exit lane and replied to her belly a stout, "Fine!"

As she sped down the exit ramp, Kissy locked eyes with a Dunkin' donuts down the street across from a gas station. She needed gas, so she rationalized that stopping at the fast-food establishment was an efficient choice because of how late she was running.

Pulling into the Dunkin' donuts, the sight of a huge line for the drive thru caused Kissy to utter an audible, "F*ck!"

However, Kissy noticed that it wasn't too crowded inside, so Kissy parked as close as she could to the door and headed inside. The smell of donuts caused a loud rumble in Kissy's belly. She had been thinking about a semi-healthy breakfast sandwich, but she was in a rush and she knew a sweet donut would do the job to quiet her stubborn belly.

When Kissy got in line there were only three people in front of her. One looked like a frat boy from a local college. The other two were both young female nurses from the local hospital, one looked rather slender, but the other definitely was a few months pregnant. Looking around, Kissy realized with a familiar sense of dread that she was the only truly fat person in the restaurant. That never happened at Dunkin' donuts. Kissy wrestled with her insecurities as she waited in line; however, by the time it was her turn to order a crowd of six people had gotten in line behind her.

They looked like a batch of younger construction workers. All of them appeared relatively strong and fit. To make matters worse, the girl taking orders looked like a college girl and she had the body of a fitness instructor. Feeling more insecure, Kissy revised her donut idea. She didn't want to look like a fatty in front of the large crowd of fit men behind her and certainly not to the slender young woman in front of her.

"Welcome to Dunkin, what'll you have?" The young woman asked.

"One large pumpkin spiced latte. With two pumps of sweetener. And hold on." Thinking fast, Kissy pulled out her phone and held it up to her ear, "Yeah, Janet. How many boxes of donuts am I supposed to get?"

Kissy paused pretending that her secretary was answering her.

"No, I'm not going to have any. I'm on a diet." Kissy embellished, as she made eye contact with the worker and shrugged.

Thinking on her feet, Kissy rationalized that it was better to order two dozen donuts for her �??office' than have the people looking at her in the restaurant thinking she was some fatty who couldn't resist getting a donut with her coffee. She could always toss the extra donuts or put them in her office's kitchen area. Price really wasn't an object for Kissy, she'd been making really good money these past two years. She could afford such an act of vanity anytime she chose.

"Two dozen please, and I don't care what donuts you throw in there." Kissy explained to the worker in a casual fashion. She wanted to appear uninterested with the donuts. Although, she hoped at least a one of the donuts that ended up inside her boxes was glazed.

"No problem!" The girl smiled, as she turned around and got to work.

A few minutes later, Kissy was happily sitting in the front seat of her car, sipping her coffee and polishing off a glazed donut, while gasoline slowly filled up her near-empty tank. She was enjoying the taste of her treat when her phone started ringing. Kissy quickly put the last of her donut into her mouth and put her coffee in a cup holder. Wiping off her hands with a napkin and swallowing what was left of her donut, Kissy cleared her throat and answered the call.

"Hello? What's up Janet?" Kissy asked in surprise. Janet never arrived to work this early, if anything, she always showed up five minutes late no matter what.

"It's not Janet, it's Kimmie." Kissy's intern nervously squeaked into the phone.

"Kimmie? What are you doing on Janet's line?" Kissy inquired, while she unconsciously reached inside the opened box of donuts in the passenger seat next to her, grabbed another donut and took a big bite. This one was cream filled.

"Kate told me to call you." Kimmie explained, as Kissy suddenly heard a voice in the background yapping at Kimmie. Seeming to correct herself in response, Kimmie rephrased, "Miss Marshall asked me to call you and let you know that her father won't be coming to work today."

"What? But what about the Preston Pharmaceuticals case??" Kissy gasped, as she lost hold of her donut and dropped it on her chest. She tried to grab it, but her clumsy effort only caused the cream-filled donut to plop onto her lap, leaving a mess of Boston cream and chocolate icing covering her bouse and high-waisted skirt. In irritation, Kissy burst, "Sh*t!"

"What happened?" Kimmie asked sounding fearful.

"I just spilled..." Kissy hesitated, "coffee. I just spilled hot coffee on myself. Don't worry about it. What's Ken thinking? What could be more important than this case?"

"His appendix burst. He's in the hospital." Kimmie replied, as Kissy heard a rustling noise and then a shriller voice start to echo through the phone.

"Dad wants you to take the lead and argue the Preston Pharmaceutical settlement so clear your schedule, and make sure you're prepped for the meeting at 3PM sharp." Kate barked into the phone. She clearly sounded stressed.

Kissy was willing to overlook the office diva's bossy tone considering the circumstances. So, she kept her words calm and professional, "I'll be ready, don't worry about it. I know this case inside and out. I'll make your dad proud."

"Good, see you later." Kate replied, as she handed the phone back to the intern and strutted out of the room.

"You get all that?" Kimmie asked, clearly intimidated by the tense emotion from Kate.

"Yeah, do me a favor. I'm going to be a little late. I think I need to change clothes. When Janet gets in, tell her I need her to clear all of my appointments today." Kissy began instructing, as she went into lawyer mode.

"Okay, but what about your �??special' client?" Kimmie checked to make sure.

"'Special' client?" Kissy repeated unsure of what Kimmie meant.

"Remember I called you about it Saturday? It's written on Janet's calendar for 11AM." Kimmie responded trying to be helpful.

"Oh, that's right. How is your cousin? Recovering well?" Kissy asked trying to be considerate.

"He was released from the hospital last night, he's doing great." Kimmie cheerfully responded.

"Yeah, keep that appointment on the schedule, but clear everything else." Kissy instructed, "Oh and one last thing, tell Janet that I need the whole file for the Preston case on my desk by 9AM. It's a huge file so you should probably help her with it."

"Roger that! I won't let you down!" Kimmie promised.

"Thanks Kimmie, you're the best!" Kissy cheered her adorable intern on.

Hanging up the phone, Kissy grabbed some napkins and tried to clean herself up, but it was hopeless. Her outfit was ruined. She quickly thought about her options. She could go home and change, but that would take too long. She could call Chuck and have him bring her some clothes, but Chuck had a terrible fashion sense. Her sister had moved to the area last year and wasn't too far away... She could borrow something from her! After all, Laura had gotten pretty fat over the last few years, she had to have something professional in Kissy's current size. Right?

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