Dangerous Curves 131 (Patreon)

6 months after Brian asked for a divorce the thing was finalized and the house was sold and Stephanie was, as I said, considerably wealthier, but also considerably heavier. She had really lost control of herself by that point and was eating what seemed like all of the time. So it was amazing, but also not surprising when factoring in her addict-like habits and sedentary lifestyle, that she had put on 35 pounds in half a year. Everything she ate seemed to cling to her tits and ass, it was unbelievable to witness.

This had her tipping the scales at an incredible 291 pounds, and she had become lazier than, and more spoiled than I thought possible. I thought that she would slow down at some point and not let herself get that big, but I was wrong. She had gotten fat, and seeing how sluggish, demanding, and out of shape she had become, to be honest, even I was getting a little concerned.

“Baby what else is there to eat?” She whined as she sat on my sofa, which had become the spot in which she spent most of her time.

“Ummm, are you still hungry, did you finish all your fries?” I asked with an eyebrow raised, knowing she had just consumed a double cheeseburger from Farmerboys, as we had swung by a drive through on our way back from looking at a house.

“Um-hm, but your baby needs dessert too.” She cooed as she mindlessly caressed her bloated belly of which the evidence was visible even beneath the blanket that she had draped across her body.

“Is there ice cream?” I asked, knowing that was one of her go-to snacks.

“No, I ate that earlier.” She said as she wearily threw the blanket off of her and stretched out her arms. “Ooopsi.” She added, trying to be as cute as possible.

- Dangerous Curves