The Boss that Spoiled Me
By LeslieI am or at least was an aerobic instructor till about a year ago. I took great pride in my body and admired men and women who were physically fit.
Two years ago I took a job working for an oil company in Texas. There was a handsome, albeit very chubby, accountant who basically ran the show. His name was Fred, and I grew to like him very well.
The owners of the company were mostly absent leaving just him and me to manage the business affairs of the business. We arrived to work late and went to have two-hour lunches. We were overpaid and rather bored. However we entertained each other with all kinds of things we both liked.
I worked 7 sessions a week at my night and weekend job at an exclusive ladies' health and fitness center as an advanced aerobic instructor.
I was married to a never-do-well, cannot-get-a-job lousy bum of a professional athlete. He had been trying to get a job in the NFL for 6 years. Yes, yes, he worked out 4 hours a day and was a veritable giant of a man with a body you would probably die for but was about as agile as a bull in a china closet. Plus, he took a few steroids and had had no sex drive for years.
Shortly into my tenure with my new oil company accountant/general manager we both realized I could eat more than he could. This is rather amazing since I was 117 pounds 5 foot 7 and he about 300 pounds.
Aghast at my eating prowess he encouraged me to eat plenty. I would eat a full pizza from take out to his half pizza at his best.
I lavished in his attentions. After all, my husband did not pay me any attention, and he was really nice to me all the time.
One day he made me an offer. He said to me, “Leslie, if you quit your aerobic job, I will raise your salary to make up for the money loss. What do you think? You could have more time to yourself and not have to work at night and weekends.”
Considering this, I realized after a bit he really wanted to see me gain some weight. I had noticed he had a bit of a fat fetish. I have a great deal or did have a great deal of confidence in my ability to control my weight.
He would comment on the plump and luscious women we would see out at the mall when we went shopping; we both were massively overpaid and underworked.
And, I was growing a bit lazy. He had taught me much about sloth. We would sit, watch TV in his office and drink whiskey at work and similar acts of mindless inactivity.
I was 27 when I took this job, and I must say this was a very attractive proposition to me.
I told him if he would pay me what I lost gross in my pay from my aerobic job, plus pay me 200 dollars for every pound I gained we had a deal. I knew his secret plan and knew I probably would gain some weight. I had and have horrible eating habits.
He told me he could not pay the weight per pound from the company because the bosses would freak at the pay scale, but he could pay it from his own pocket but would have to limit it to 500 per month based on his available extra cash.
I agreed to the deal and this is probably the part of the story you all want to hear.
I quit my job at my aerobic school.
The first few weeks showed no progress. Well… not any meaningful progress. I gained maybe 3 pounds up to 120. I was eating like usual - like a pig. I used to use the tanning booth at the salon so I insisted he add a free subscription to a local salon to my deal, which he agreed to and joined me each day in my jaunts to the tanning salon.
I grew more and more fond of him, and we decided and both realized his fetish of seeing me gain so I would go 2 or 3 times a week to his home to weigh for him.
At first these were in my street cloths. But over time they became more sexy as I grew in my love for him.
Yes, I was falling in love.
About 4 to 5 months after quitting my job my weight began to climb, however slowly.
My first big shock was 125 this was the heaviest I had ever been in my life. My husband told me in an offhand way one night that I needed to work my abs. Isn't that funny!!! This was the first attention he paid to me in ages. Fred studied my body for hours each day and loved me and paid me his total attention.
Steaks at fine restaurants for lunch, Mexican food, Chinese food all kinds of yummy stuff that I love on a regular basis at his expense.
He took me to Fredriks of Hollywood and purchased me some really naughty little outfits out of leather and frilly stuff for my new rounder figure.
I started to touch him and he to touch me more. Beyond the casual friend or boss employee touching.
On our way to Mexican food place one day I was so turned on at the prospect of turning him, I pulled up my skirt and masturbated for him. I touched his jeans and felt his huge hard on. And, the wet spot he was making in them. I orgasmed so hard. This felt so right.
This really turned me on and motivated me to eat a huge meal that day. This was an all-you-can-eat restaurant, and I had 3 full stacked to max plates of chili relieno and cheese enchiladas and tacos and guacamole.
He only was able to eat one plate. My tummy was SO full on the way back to the office I pulled up my blouse so he could see my bulging tummy. He rubbed it in the car and I was so proud of my progress. We stopped at his home to weigh me. I was up to 130 that day. I could not believe it.
I panicked and decided to cheat and try to fit in some classes on the sly to kind of control my weight gain. I had put on 10 pounds in 5 weeks.
I wore a loose sweat suit to talk to my old boss, and KABOOM, ego blow. She told me I did not fit the image of an advanced teacher but could teach beginner aerobics. I yelled at the bitch and ran out of the studio crying.
My pride was shot. I would never go in there again.
Over the next year I gained up each month. I remember 140. Oh god, I felt so loved. Fred just lavished me in gifts from new attire to just simple attention.
I divorced my husband the next month. No loss to either of us. I am not sure he even realized I was gone.
I secretly moved in with Fred, and my weight gain has been steady since.
I am up to 170 now. I have new stretch marks and cellulite on my newly flabby ass, titties tummy and thighs.
We both are happy with me at this size, and I seem to have slowed down a bit, and I am trying to control my appetite more. Once in a while I run into my old students and they just gape in amazement at me. I smile and show off my curvy new figure with pride with Fred usually nearby.
I am happier than I have ever been, and my sex life rocks.
My bad habits are really amazing; I drink during the day; I eat all kinds of fattening food and I am so lazy it is pathetic.
What a life change! Yes, all for the better. I am 29 now and looking forward to dinner soon.
+ This is the real story of my life and not fiction. I am not a writer but thought you all would enjoy this. I found this link on Fred 92s computer.
If you like it, send me an email to opm3@home.com.
Leslie
+ PS: I bought a sail boat with the 10k I saved from his 200-a-pound bonus and put it in both our names)