Bridal Weight part 5 (Patreon)

Chapter Five: Estilos de vida de los ricos y famosos

The next day Jesse and Beth were down below in the spa room. Both of them were face down on massage tables, their hair covered in towels as well as their butts. Much of the yacht had been upgraded by Alex to accommodate Jesse’s weight, he had spared no expense in modifying the ship.

“Mmmm, oooh…” Jesse and Beth both moaned at the massages being done on them by the two male massage therapists. Beth’s back was soft but their strong fingers could feel the muscle underneath, it wasn’t all gone just yet. Jesse’s back was thick with blubber and her massage therapist was having the time of his life digging into the globs of flesh that layered Jesse’s thick back. The men Alex hired were also much like him and the therapist was enjoying his hands between the thick folds on Jesse’s back, getting his fingers deep between the soft yielding flab, savoring every bit of lard.

Maria pushed in a cart filled with two trays. She lifted the first tray for Beth to reveal a four stack of pancakes that were saturated in syrup and melted butter and topped with whipped cream. “Per Senor Hector,” Maria told the fattening girl who Jesse dwarfed in size. As for Jesse Maria lifted up the top of a bowl that was filled with nothing but bacon.

“Bacon!” Jesse’s eyes lit up at the container that looked like what you would find line up at a breakfast buffet. She reached her chubby greedy hands into the contained and pulled out stripes of perfectly browned crispy bacon, often two at a time with both hands. “MMMM I love bacon soooo much!” Jesse would let out little squeals of giddy happiness while pushing the strips into her mouth. Maria could only watch on in revulsion and disapproval at seeing the massage therapist clearly enjoying working on the young pig.

Suddenly Jesse dropped the bacon and moaned “Ooooh! Miss Maria!” Jesse's face contorted in pain and the two therapists adjusted the bench up and helped the sow up and lean back into it.

“What’s wrong?” Beth asked in concern at the grunting and heavy breathing coming from Jesse who was looking white as a ghost and was sweating up a storm “Ooh! I just,” Jesse paused to cough, seemingly gasping for breath. “S-sometimes I get all tight in my chest.” Jesse rolled her chubby fist into a ball and thumped on her chest with the back of it.

With one final big thump against her chest the tightness passed and Jesse breathed easily, taking in great big gulps of air.

“Is there anything you need, Senorita?” Maria asked the huffing and puffing Jesse. “No, I, ohhh” Jesse huffed out while slowly massaging her chest with her pudgy fingers, “That totally killed my appetite Maria.”

Maria frowned, whenever Jesse felt those “Tightness in his Chest” as he described it always left the grossly obese boy without an ounce of an appetite. It would be hours before she would begin eating again, and that just would not do. Maria wanted, no, needed the whale to keep piling on the blubber. Her paycheck would remain at its current bloated size unless she could increase Jesse’s own bloat.

“How about a Coca Cola to help you relax”

Jesse nodded and Maria left to fetch the carbonated drink. Beth watched Jesse struggling to recover with a look of sheer awe. This was exactly the same state Hector wanted her to be in: helpless, bloated, and in poor health.

She never thought she’d go on the same path as Jesse, but then again, as she looked down at her burgeoning pot belly she should have known better.

But then, how was she supposed to know?

Beth shoved a forkful of pancake to her mouth. How was she supposed to know what introducing the two would lead to? How was she supposed to know Alex would lead to Hector, a man just like Alex. Looking at Jesse was like looking into her future. Beth knew perfectly what Hector and Alex were all about, but it was clear from the red cheeked blond that Jesse had no idea what the end game would be.

“I think you should probably see a doctor, Jesse.”

Jesse puffed for air, “A doctor?”

Jesse hadn’t seen a doctor since after high school where at 315 heavy pounds of fat boy jelly he got such a scolding he cried in the doctor’s office. “I…I don’t know…”

“You probably should for the wedding, right?” Beth said, trying to reason with the blonde with very little brains. Maria came back with Jesse’s coke followed by Alex who smiled at seeing Jesse’s current exhausted state. “Daddy, I think I need to see a doctor. The tightness in my chest keeps happening.”

Alex brushed Jesse’s chunky flushed cheek with his broad brown hand, “Of course. We’ll see a doctor tomorrow, okay bay bay?”

Closing his eyes Jesse nodded.

Later on Jesse and Beth went to the theater. The seats were comfortable couches, perfect for Jesse’s mass to rest comfortably. After feeling enough time had passed Jesse felt okay to resume eating.

After filling a big bucket with popcorn Jesse waddled to the counter where a butter pump was. Placing her popcorn bucket under it and pressed down, grinning when she saw the liquid butter coat her popcorn. She pressed down on it again and again, saturating the popcorn completely.

The movie that was playing had Beth in it.

“So are you done acting?” Jesse teased patting Beth’s belly while they watched the much slimmer Beth in the movie.

“You betcha. After marrying Hector I really don’t have to work anymore. We really are living the dream. Although I am thankful for my acting stint. After all, without my connections we wouldn’t have gotten to that party and we would never have met Hector and Alex.”

All through the movie Jesse binged on the buttery popcorn, digging a fat greedy hand in and out of the bucket like Winnie the Pooh and jar full of honey, shoving handfuls into her mouth.

True to Alex’s word the next day the ship made it back to the marina where Alex then took Jesse to a hospital for a doctor’s visit.

Seated in a wheelchair Jesse waited alongside Alex and Maria. The door to the room opened and a smiling doctor came in.

The doctor shook Alex’s hand and they conversed in Spanish.

“Alex, es bueno verte de nuevo.”

“Mi cerdito dice que siente opresión en el pecho.”

The doctor looked Jesse over taking her all in.

“Please get on the scale,” he instructed the young pig.

Jesse took a deep breath and rose from her chair, shuffling over to the platform to weigh her. The digital red numbers came out at 513 pounds. Jesse’s fat hands immediately went to her face, covering her mouth in shock. Maria, who normally was a straight faced woman, smiled in satisfaction and pride at her handiwork in putting pork on Jesse’s body. She was also happy that her paycheck was definitely going to get a raise.

“Oh no! I know I’ve always been a little big, but this is something else!” Jesse whined, the fat boy getting off. Jesse then was put through a series of tests which came up with the expected results of a lifestyle of sloth and the worst diet imaginable.

His blood work was shit. Cholesterol through the roof. On the verge of diabetes. His blood pressure was too high. When he tried to touch his toes all he could reach was his dimpled knees.

Push ups completed? Zero.

Sit ups completed? Zero.

Alex watched with arousal at Jesse struggling to complete one sit up, fighting against the weight of all his stomach blubber.  His liver was found to be fatty, it was active, but stressed from all the toxins Jesse put his body through.

Moving to the treadmill was even worse for Jesse, who clutched the railing for dear life, his heart beating out of his chest. He only lasted one minute and ten seconds and had to receive oxygen afterwards.

“¿Cómo está mi cerdito, doctor?”
"Es un cerdo muy enfermo, me sorprende que no esté muerto ya.”

Alex only smiled, showing his pearl white teeth, “Gracias, Doctor.”

Inside the limo Jesse was nervous, his heart beating ever so fast. This whole experience made him feel so sick.

“D-do I need to lose weight daddy?” He asked timidly.

Alex shook his head, “No. Not one pound.”

His hand, which contained multiple rings on his fingers grasped a handful of Jesse’s fat, “This is what I like. I want you bigger. Do you understand?”

Tears welled up in Jesse’s eyes, but they were tears of happiness.

“Oh Daddy, thank you. Just the thought of having to exercise makes me sick in my tummy. I can’t exercise at all!”

Alex chuckled, leaning over he kissed her hair and played with her fat, “Then don’t, gorda.”

With Alex’s approval and praise Jesse became a renewed pig and set about eating for the rest of the vacation on the ship. She worked the staff hard with her requests and ate and ate and ate. Maria’s disgust and contempt for her was even stronger, keeping pace with Jesse’s expansive growth.

By the time they made it back to the airport Maria wondered if Jesse would even fit onto the plane.

To Be Continued…