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This is the best chapter yet :) Really love the descriptions and the whole family setting. Very nicely done.
 

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This is the best chapter yet :) Really love the descriptions and the whole family setting. Very nicely done.
Thanks. This story is running itself, I had no plans for Peter's family when I started this then they just wrote themselves into the plot. Glad it worked!
 

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The week passed all too quickly for all of them. On the Saturday, the day after they arrived Peter took Marcia for a horseride around part of the ranch. It was tough going for both of them as they were unused to the exercise and called it a day early on. Peter was shocked at how uncomfortable it was. Whereas he used to be at one with his steed, now his belly bounced around and he couldn't settle his weight comfortably. Marcia didn't seem to happy either.

Peter showed her round his childhood haunts, streams where he used to fish with his brothers, areas of trees that had hid many a foe in the shape of Indians, robbers and of course aliens. Later on Peter showed took Marcia for a drive, showing her the villages around the area. He seemed to know everyone and they seemed to know him, she noticed many had no reticence in pointing out his weight gain, however they all genuinely meant it as a compliment. They were all happy to see him with such a pretty well fed beauty, even if she was a city girl.

On the Sunday his mum organised a BBQ for the family outside near the pool. The couple from Seattle were a sight to behold in swimwear. Marcia had not thought to get anything with her and all the sisters wore larger sizes. Mum had borrowed a bikini from one of the clan women who had outgrown it. The bright orange bikini was quite tight on Marcia and it showed up her pale skin and flabby body. Her breasts threatened to spill out of the top and when she sat up her belly surged forward so far that it completely hid the side strings, making her appear naked. As the other women were all fatter than her she did not feel self conscious and truly enjoyed kicking back, enjoying the flowing chilled white wine and the summer atmosphere.

The BBQ was a fat admirer’s paradise with everyone in swimwear, their bodies singing the praises of Carol's cooking. On the side of the males there was Mike and Bart, both big and brawny with guts hanging out in front. Their dad Dwight was an older, fatter version of the same type. Peter was aware of his flab as while of a slighter build than his brothers, he was fatter and felt like a prize pig. The white shorts did nothing to mask his flab, in fact they accentuated his porky figure. However it didn’t stop his appetite.

On the female side, Marcia pouring out of her borrowed ornage bikini was the slimmest of the lot. Next in size was Stacy who had gained at college to around 185 lbs. Fat all over, her belly pillowed out fat and round, even before she started eating. Sharon, Mike's wife bore her 222 lbs all over her body with a plump belly, though her butt, hips and thighs claimed top spot as fattest of the lot. Kathy was still plumped up from childbirth last summer and at 245 lbs packed most of her weight on her belly, though her lower half was far from slender. Fattest of all, Peter's mum Carol at 265 lbs was literally fat all over, looking like Stacy after being inflated with an air pump. They all carried their weight perfectly happily in tanga bikinis that were clearly from last summer as they had to struggle to contain the flabby bodies.

Firing up the coals at around 11 am, by noon they were already eating and rather than one large meal, they kept on eating steadily with a constant supply of food throughout the afternoon. On a cattle farm it was no wonder to see huge tender steaks but Marcia learned that they were all competitive. Mike and Kathy each had a recipe for marinating the steaks and the family were required to judge the better one. Dwight and Bart made their own sausages while Sharon and Carol competed on potato salads. It was impossible to keep track of how much they ate, but certainly all the food from the grill was quickly demolished while all the bellies took on a rounder and more stuffed appearance as the afternoon wore on. Wine and beer flowed freely, as did the easy conversation.

Marcia was struck by the differences from her family. Whereas she had always felt she didn’t measure up to her parent’s expectations and would think carefully before talking to them, these people were so close that they could and did discuss anything. Stacy told them that a teacher seemed to be picking on her. While Marcia would have been immediately assumed guilty of deserving it, here the family were vociferous in protecting Stacy. She was assured she didn’t deserve it and they gave her real useful advice in dealing with the situation. At one point Marcia found herself getting worked up about it and offered to go arrest the teacher which won applause from all.

A FA observer would have had an orgasm seeing the fat family have their fill. Carol very much played Mum and ensured everyone had a full plate at all times, waddling around in her bikini, her entire body quivering with every step. When she sat, her belly lay on her lap like a fat ball, forcing her plump thighs apart. The bottom-heavy Sharon had the fattest ass, hips and thighs and was a wonder to behold as she moved around, her flab dancing in a sway . Often her tight bikini bottoms got caught in a wedgie between her buttocks. Sharon giggled each time, totally unselfconscious about her size. Kathy sprawled in a sunlounger, her body spreading out, her belly rising in a dome. It shook whenever she laughed which was often. Stacy was happy to be home and ate to make up for the canteen food, not that she seemed to be going hungry at college, and her belly quickly blew up in a bloated sphere. Marcia at near 170 lbs looked positively scrawny, though she was fatter than she had ever been in her life. She bulged out of the small orange bikini obscenely, but felt more relaxed than she had in years.

As the sun set, the food and booze continued to flow. They had all consumed steadily throughout the day, so while they were certainly not fit to drive, neither were they stuffed or legless. In fact they had all dozed off at some point or another on the sunbeds and the evening cool gave their appetite a second wind. By the time they rolled off to bed at around midnight, they were all completely stuffed. In their bedroom Marcia looked at her reflection and saw a woman in an orange bikini with a very fat belly smiling drunkenly back at her. A fat man in white speedos walked up unsteadily behind her and wrapped his arms round her gut.
“I’m getting so fat here” sighed Marcia. “Why do I like it so much?”
“Gorgeous” he mumbled, “getting sexier and sexier”
“Seriously” she said, turning sideways to see her profile in the mirror. “My belly sticks out much more than my tits, and they are already lots bigger than they were.”
“Me too” said Peter, turning so that their navels touched “and I didn’t even have tits before!”

They collapsed laughing on the bed and had sex, caressing each others curves till they passed out.

Peter helped out on the farm as it was the time of year to muster or round up all the cattle to brand the young ones and organise the rest into their groups - some for breeding, others to keep and some for their inevitable end. Every day started early with Carol laying on a breakfast fit for kings, with huge piles of pancakes, fried bacon, sausages and eggs. The women had the same, but a bit later on.

Marcia spent her days helping Carol around the house. She soon learned that the matriarch was the emotional heart of the clan - the farm workers and their families. She sent Sharon to take a pie to a boy who was in bed with a broken leg, and had Kathy organise a supply of food and housekeeping for the family of a woman in hospital to give birth. It was almost a feudal system, Marcia noted, where the women all flocked to Carol for advice on anything and everything from ailments, neighbourly disputes or problems with their or their children’s relationships. She dispensed advice and solutions as freely and cheerfully as she did with food, keeping the close knit community on an even keel.

Needless to say, a morning spent around Carol was a filling one indeed, Marcia not only overate at the full breakfast but then nibbled plentifully on pies, cookies, muffins or whatever goodies happened to be baking. While both Sharon and Kathy had their place and knew what to do, Marcia could only help a little and so spent a fair amount of time sitting on her arse.

Peter came in for a lot of teasing from his brothers as although they outweighed him, he had a higher percentage of fat and far less muscle. As a result he could not work as hard or as long as them and would return early in the afternoon exhausted and ravenous. He would eat a massive lunch with Marcia and the other women before heading to bed for a nap. Although they offered to help Carol, most afternoons were spent lazing by the pool, munching on a constant supply of snacks from the kitchen. It was still a bit cold to swim, although they braved it a couple of times, so they tended to lie in their swimwear, lapping up the sun. They spent a lot of time playing with or helping to look after the young ones, Peter enjoying his precious time with his nephews and niece. Marcia looked fondly at her man, taking pleasure in seeing his ease around kids.

Dinners were large and long, with more hearty conversation all round. A recurrent topic was the increasing theft of livestock: as a nation suffered economically people would do anything necessary to feed their families. Farmers in the area were getting heated about the topic and many had started to post armed watchmen around the fields. Dwight had watchmen in place but so far refused to arm them. This had Mike worried as he felt they became the easier target. There didn't seem to be an easy solution and as yet the local sheriff was not moved to take any action.

By the end of the week some changes were noticeable. Marcia put her observation to good use and was of more help to Carol with the household. Her almost constant intake of food, whether at meals or snacking was evident as she bulged dangerously out of the orange bikini. This had become her daily dress code, except for a light dress at breakfast and dinner. Peter's hard labour showed as his shoulders and arms took on a hint of muscle definition, but his gut showed his appreciation of his mum's lavish attention.

On their last Saturday there, Peter and Marcia insisted on taking everyone out for dinner. They chose a restaurant in the town nearby and around 6pm they all started to get ready. Peter wasn't thrilled but neither susprised that the one pair of smart pants he had with him was very tight. Together with his tight shirt he looked pregnant. Marcia, pleased at the opportunity to wear for the first time the new outfits she had bought with Donna laid them both out on the bed. One was a cream trouser suit with a brown shirt and detailing. The other was a skirt suit in white and checked green, a tweed pattern.

She tried on the cream suit first. The shirt was tight but as it was elasticated it went on without drama. The trousers however were a different story. Giving trouble already as they reached her thighs, she had to tug and pull to get them over her hips and arse. When she had got them up as far as they would go, she realised that she'd never be able to button it aacross her belly - at the rear half her bum was still out. Staring at her reflection in horror, she poked at her flab. Her finger sunk in deep but the pudge bounced back when released.
"How have I gained so much?" she exclaimed aghast. "I've never even worn these, I bought them two weeks ago."

Peter wisely held his tongue and helped her peel them off. The shirt of the other suit was a button down and it just about fit over her plump belly. The skirt went on with a pull and she snapped the clasp tight in satisfaction. The jacket completed her outfit and the couple saw their reflection in the mirror. They saw a fat country couple looking back at them. Peter’s belly poured out like dough over his belt, stretching the shirt buttons even before eating or sitting down. Marcia’s new suit looked like it was painted on her, the skirt showing off the sexy curves of her thighs, running up to her hips and her fat round bum.

Meeting the rest of the clan downstairs they saw the others had wisely opted for more casual, looser fitting clothes. The women were stunning in dresses, a bottle of wine helping the party mood. They all wolf whistled at Marcia's foxy look, her curves packing out her skirt suit. The restaurant voted on by the family was a fusion Asian cuisine offering an all you can eat buffet with a mix of elements of Chinese, Sushi, Thai and Indian. They were greeted cheerfully by the owner and were well looked after. They all tucked in heartily, taking one serving after another. They used the tried and tested method of first trying a bit of everything, then returning repeatedly for their favourites. They caused serious damage to the buffet but even more to their waistlines.

When they were ready to leave, they all struggled to stand up, their bellies stuffed round and fat, weighing them down. Moving outside from the warm restaurant there was a chill to the evening air. Marcia shivered and tugged at her jacket lapels. Peter innocently asked
"Why don't you button the jacket?"
"It won't close around my belly!" she admitted sheepishly.
"You greedy pig" mocked Peter jokingly, patting his own swollen gut.

The last laugh was on him though. He helped Marcia into the back of his Dad's pickup and went round the other side. He sat down heavily and his belly surged out, popping two buttons right off his shirt, leaving his belly bare on his lap, blown out like a balloon. Marcia couldn't stop laughing and jiggled his fat gut all the way home, much to the amusement of his parents in the front seat.

Marcia paid the price herself the next day. As they had a late evening flight, they enjoyed a lazy day by the pool with the family, another BBQ of epic proportions. After having her fill of everything on offer, Marcia lowered herself onto a sunlounger. As she bent down to sit her plumped up body was just too fat and with a loud rip the borrowed orange bikini burst apart. Marcia just held the two strings in her hands uselessly, too embarrassed to move. While Stacy went to look for a bikini she could lend her, the women complimented Marcia on her burgeoning beauty. She was mortified and offered to buy a replacement bikini for the owner, whom she didn’t even know. Carol laughed and said the woman had gained another 40 pounds so the bikini was long forgotten history.
 

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They both felt depressed when they returned to Seattle. The fickle spring weather turned grey and rainy again, and they were left to rue their gluttony as their new uniforms already felt quite tight and the check up was only a couple of months away. Though they made an effort to hit the gym, they both knew deep down that they were not about to regain their physiques. Eating and having sex stuffed was too much fun.

At work Peter had to cut back his eating as Chief Harrison now periodically passed by to castigate him for not losing any weight. The three women were under strict instructions not to bring in any donuts, cakes or other treats. Marcia was stressing because the tribunal against Fiona, her former superior had been set for the next week. At the mall she alternated between starving herself till she would almost pass out and stress eating. Jill and Donna tried to calm her down, as did Peter at home but only food seemed to provide solace.

The day rolled around finally and Peter took the day off to support Maria. Donna and Jill were both there as witnesses. The day started badly as the smart suit Marcia wished to wear did not fit her. Or more accurately, Peter could force the zipper shut on the skirt but when she sat on the bed the seam burst open top to bottom, releasing the gush of flab that her thighs and hips had turned into. Finally all she could wear that was sufficiently smart was the green checked suit she had bought for Oklahoma. It was uncomfortably tight but at least it held together and contained her voluptuous body. Peter looked equally stuffed into a pair of pants and a dress shirt.

Peter had to drive them to the hearing hall as Marcia was too nervous to drive. On the way she insisted he stop for her to grab a donut. Of course she got two meaning to give one to Peter. She ate hers between the counter and the car, then gorged on the other as she sat down. Trying to grab the seatbelt she dropped the donut onto her lap. As luck would have it, it fell face down, the chocolate smearing all over her skirt.

Her screams stopped a woman passing by with a baby in a stroller. Seeing the accident she gave them several baby wet-wipes and helped calm down Marcia. Meaning well the Samaritan stranger patted Marcia's belly and asked when she was due, saying "you really should start using maternity wear, I know you want to keep a polished look as long as possible, but it's important for you and your baby to be comfortable."
Marcia's look of horror was enough to explain that she was not in fact pregnant, and the woman scurried away as Marcia launched into fresh tears. Peter tried to help her avoid meltdown and drove on to their destination.

Donna and Jill were away in a secluded witness area so Marcia could not even have them console her before she was asked to step up to give witness. Fiona sat with a face like thunder on a chair. Her eyes almost fell out of her head as she saw Marcia even fatter than before, about to burst out of her country chic suit. This was not a law court of course but a joint disciplinary hearing between the police and an agency responsible for ensuring fair treatment in government agencies and departments. A panel of three presided, all happened to be women, two of them on the plump side.

The plump policewoman shrunk in her seat as her previously made statement was read out, describing in full detail her uniform explosion. She was then asked whether she had anything to add. She shook her head mutely, numb with embarrassment. How had she let this happen to herself? Peter tried to smile at her supportively but she didn't register.

Jill was called up next, who simply corroborated the events as they unfolded. Fiona looked even blacker than before. Donna went next, cutting an impossibly sexy figure in a formal business skirt suit fit for any boardroom, clearly on its last outing as it fought valiantly to contain her round figure. Every eye in the room was on her overly plump arse as she took the two stairs to the witness chair. She not only calmly verified the events but shocked the room, Marcia included, when she went on to add that Fiona had again harassed Marcia for her weight gain, resulting a second time in her humiliation with a burst uniform.

The three women on the panel all turned to look at Marcia. The slim one shook her head in a clear and prejudiced show of disgust, but the two plumper ones had sympathy in their eyes. One even rubbed her hand over her hip subconsciously, perhaps aware that the same predicament was not far off for her. Fiona jumped up at this point, shouting that the second event had nothing to do with the first. Donna had arranged for the mall CCTV footage to be shown.

Much to Marcia's horror the entire room saw her projected up against a wall in full colour. Bright scarlet with embarrassment she saw herself emerge from the Italian restaurant in a hurry, her belly swollen beyond belief. She relived being teased by her mum and sister, then by Fiona until the collision with the thief. As though in slow motion she saw herself falling, the uniform ripping asunder and her flab pouring out, her belly swollen from her Italian blowout sitting on the thief's face like a Buddha. The remote control didn't respond when the officer tried to stop the video, so it kept rolling, showing Marcia standing with difficulty and waddling off to her office, her huge belly swinging from side to side, looking for all the world like a piggy in underwear and black boots.

As the video finally stopped, time stood still for a moment. Marcia stared at Donna, a look of complete betrayal etched on her face. Jill also looked daggers at the plump power woman. Donna refused to look at either them, while Marcia steered clear of Peter's eyes. She had explained the events at Jill’s as she knew they would be reviewed but had not admitted her second round. She didn’t know that the video was sexier than any porn he had ever seen but right now he wanted Marcia to know he was there for her. At this point Fiona went berserk.

She ran up to Donna and lifted the plumper's shirt, taking hold of a roll of fat and shaking it. "See this flab!" she shouted out "she's as bad as that other pig, just sitting down on her fat ass stuffing her face!" Police officers moved in on Fiona but the Sherman leaped out of reach and ran to Marcia who sat still in shock. Pushing and poking at the plump policewoman's belly, Fiona continued her rant "see now she's much fatter than before! She's on her third uniform up in less than nine months yet she's paid to protect and to serve. Not to eat more dessert! And what’s this here? A chocolate stain? Dropped your donut did you Fatty?”

Under the stress of the Sherman's abuse, Marcia felt with dread the all too familiar cool breeze across her belly and hips that signified that the seam on her skirt had parted ways. The people present were able to see for themselves that the pretty blonde was indeed fatter than in the video. Her belly was softer and fatter, bulging further forward onto her lap. Her muffintop was bigger, and her thighs fleshier.

Hurling abuse at one and all, including the members of the adjudicating panel, Fiona was finally restrained, arrested and led away. The women of the panel had Marcia taken to another room where the two plump women consoled her. The skinny one, mouth twisted like she had just bitten a lemon looked away. The other two stroked her and calmed her sobbing, asking whether she had any trouble at home.

"My trouble is" replied Marcia between sobs, "I just love food too much!" the two plumpers looked at each other with a knowing smile. Alternative clothes were found for Marcia and the hearing wound up, with their findings to be reported in due course.
 

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The farm visit was Amazing. I am still going to be the type who likes lots of weigh ins. I wish they would weigh each other at home and even engage in mutual feedings once they realize that passing the physical test is a lost cause. Maybe even take the remaining two months and become an intentionally gaining mutual feeding couple. Showing up to the test each at 100 lbs over their weights and defiantly working on a dozen donuts. Resignations drafted and ready to move to the ranch.
Loved the tribunal chapter as well.
 

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The farm visit was Amazing. I am still going to be the type who likes lots of weigh ins. I wish they would weigh each other at home and even engage in mutual feedings once they realize that passing the physical test is a lost cause. Maybe even take the remaining two months and become an intentionally gaining mutual feeding couple. Showing up to the test each at 100 lbs over their weights and defiantly working on a dozen donuts. Resignations drafted and ready to move to the ranch.
Loved the tribunal chapter as well.
It's never that simple :) but never fear, the check up is fast approaching and matters must come to a head.

Thanks, I enjoyed writing the farm visit chapter. I'm not big on weigh ins as it varies so much and this case has to tie in with clothes sizes (approximately at least!). Also I'm trying to keep it at a realistic pace.

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It's never that simple :) but never fear, the check up is fast approaching and matters must come to a head.

Thanks, I enjoyed writing the farm visit chapter. I'm not big on weigh ins as it varies so much and this case has to tie in with clothes sizes (approximately at least!). Also I'm trying to keep it at a realistic pace.

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Your pace is Very realistic. And I respect the direction you're taking. You are a Far more talented writer than I.This story is one of the greatest I have ever read and given the wonderful stories in just the past year on Dimensions that is saying it lot.
 

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Your pace is Very realistic. And I respect the direction you're taking. You are a Far more talented writer than I.This story is one of the greatest I have ever read and given the wonderful stories in just the past year on Dimensions that is saying it lot.
Thanks for your very kind words :blush:
 

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The hearing was a turning point for Marcia. She seemed to acknowledge that she was continually gaining weight, bursting out of her clothes one outfit at a time. She thought back to her two uniform failures, the many clothes she could no longer wear, the orange bikini and the green checked suit she had also blown apart with the force of sheer flab. She thought in humiliation of the taunts she received from her family and the Sherman, from the doctors and trainers at the uniform centre. She became more withdrawn, both from Jill and from Peter. Donna had become a persona non grata at Jill’s and they ignored her pleas to meet up.

For the first time since she had started gaining, Marcia made a conscious effort to lose weight and Peter joined the momentum. They started going to the gym every other day and tried to eat far more moderately. After a week they hadn't lost but neither had they gained, for the probably the first time since September.

On a Skype call with the clan back home, they heard that cattle theft was becoming increasingly problematic and a serious cause for concern as talk of armed watchmen became the norm. The thought remained with Peter and he tried to think out a non-aggressive method to stem the problem. Marcia asked what he was thinking about so deeply and he replied: “I’m thinking of a way to help stop the cattle theft at the ranch”

“And? Came up with anything?” she asked.
“Nothing sensible, no. All I can think of is either easily defrauded or harmful to the animals.”
“What lines are you thinking?”
“Credit cards” he admitted sheepishly. "We get so much data off cards I'm trying to think of ways to apply that technology to cattle."
"Credit cows. Really?" mocked Marcia. "All you need is to chip them with a tracking device."
"Yeah but how to do that cheaply and without harming the cows?"
"Ask Bart, he's the biologist isn't he?"
"You may be onto something there you know."
"Of course I am. Shall we celebrate with ice cream?" They only had three scoops each but it was the closest to a pig out since their return, and the sex that night was the best they'd had.

After, Peter lay on his back, Marcia stroking his chest. "Why do have such a link with eating and sex?" she asked, glad of the dark to cover her face.
"Mm" murmured Peter sleepily. "s'the best ever. Sex on a full belly. Even better is sex with two full bellies"
"Some day we can really let go maybe" said Marcia, more to herself than to Peter and drifted off to sleep thinking about stuffing her face on the ranch without ever having to leave.

The next day Peter dropped an email to Bart outlining the idea to chip cattle. Bart quickly replied that cows were already chipped for ID but it didn't stop their theft. Peter replied suggesting that they add a tracking device to the chip, to be activated if the animal went missing but only if it could be done without harm. Bart replied that he'd look into it. Peter contacted a guy he knew who worked with a big chip manufacture, asked him to give an estimate for costs.

Other than that brief excitement life went on in the same way. Marcia had no ill feelings towards Jill but kept away from her cafe as well as from the food court to avoid temptation. Another week passed from their return from the ranch and they lost 3 lbs between them. Not much but they agreed it was a step in the right direction. At the gym they were also doing better. Peter still smarted from his lack of muscle compared to his brothers and was determined to build up more upper body strength.

Neither said anything but they both felt that the absence of food in ample quantities left something missing in their lives. However as both of them knew that they had to pass the check up they needed to build up far more stamina in the gym even if they weren't slim. Things changed again when Peter found an email from Stacy on their return home one evening. She wrote from college saying that she had confronted the teacher who had since backed off and thanked them for their help with it. She also attached some pics from her weekend at the ranch.

The first photo showed all the women lounging about near the pool in bikinis, all sitting or reclined. The extra poundage on all of them was on full display, rolls and bulges galore. Marcia surprised Peter by letting out a wolf whistle.
"What's up babe?" he asked.
Marcia blushed, she hadn't realised she whistled out loud. "OK this sounds weird but damn we are one sexy bunch of women! Look at all that sexy fat!"
"Umm... most are my family so eugh, but as for you.. hell yeah!" replied Peter.

The next pic was the men standing around near the grill, all with a beer in hand. All their bellies hung out over their shorts, but in his tight whities Peter cut a particularly rotund and flabby figure. "Oh look, my man is the sexiest of the lot!" exclaimed Marcia, rubbing his belly for emphasis.
"The fattest you mean!" replied Peter, shaking his head.
"Same difference!" said Marcia.
"Yeah, like you really mean that" protested Peter. "So why are we dieting and at the gym all the time."

"I don't know" replied Marcia slowly, as though she were thinking something over. Then with a brighter voice, as though something had just been made clear to her "I really don't know Peter, but it stops right now. We're much happier when we're eating and stuffing ourselves silly, and we're clearly much better at gaining weight than losing it!"
Peter looked at the love of his life "do you really mean that? I know I want nothing more"
"For sure honey, from now on we live by our rules."
"And the check up?" asked Peter hesitantly.
"Screw the check up, do you think we stand a chance in any case? We've gained over 50 pounds each, and that was before you released your mum on us!"
"In that case" said Peter, "we need to celebrate at an Italian place just a block down."
 

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Having decided to give free rein to their appetite, there was no holding them back. The owner at the Italian restaurant was pleased to see Peter with a gorgeous woman who clearly liked her food and treated them accordingly. Maria noticed that Peter couldn't take his eyes off the owner's enormous belly or rear as she waddled about. She teased him until it made them both horny. Egged on by one another and in counteraction to their couple weeks of relative starvation they gorged to their hearts' content, demolishing huge servings together and ending with sharing half a chocolate cake.

From then on they both ate whatever they wanted again. Marcia called Donna as she missed pigging out with her friend. Donna apologised for her move at the tribunal and explained that she hoped it would lead to a better outcome for Marcia. The policeoman was not really satisfied, but had to few friends to fight with one of them. Taking up her stuffing lunches again, she soon gained more till her uniform took on the now all too familiar stretched tight look.

Peter was getting all kinds of hell at work from Chief Harrison as he gained more weight, seeming fatter every day. The chief tried every trick in the book, but to no avail. He banned eating in the office, so Peter took to the streets at lunch time, discovering the many lunch offers available. He never returned without a stuffed belly. Soon enough he was again sporting the police sausage look, with his belly fatter than ever stretching out his shirt.

Back at home, as now Marcia had given up her apartment, they revelled in one another's gain. Peter loved to feel Marcia swelling up all over, her hips now lusciously soft, her pillowy belly told of her decadent indulgence. Peter's loving paid off as she was more comfortable with her larger, let's be honest, fatter self. She still had days of doubt of course, but was happier, more confident now that she was gaining by choice.

She looked at her old photos and truly preferred what she saw now. In turn she liked nothing more than feeding up her man till he was stuffed, rubbing his bloated gut as it grew ever fatter. He still hit the gym now and again but was purely focussed on upper body strength. He didn't want to be a wimp next to his brothers. Also if somone like Samuelson pushed him again, he wanted to push back.

At one point Bart got back to Peter. He had looked into using tracker chips in catle but the cost to get the projct off he ground was at least a million dollars. It could return far more if sold on to others, but still none of them had anything like a million lying around. They sadly put it aside as Dwight had to resort to arming his watchmen after one was injured one night during an attempted theft.

Around a month after their pigging out had restarted, Peter took Marcia to the Italian one Friday evening. She wore a dress that covered half her thighs when new. With the added curvage to her sexy body it now barely covered her butt. Peter had to again suffer too tight pants and a shirt as he refused to take her out in sweatpants. Marcia didn't seem too keen on going out, but seeing how excited he was she didn't want to be a wet blanket.

The woman seemed to be expecting them and smiled when she saw them, noting the extra poundage they both carried. She led them to a table in the middle of the room, both Peter and Marcia mesmerised by her huge ass. They sat and chatted, lost in one another and sipped the Prosecco she served them. A large plate of appetizers quickly disappeared then a large bowl of soup each. They paused briefly to relish the creamy tomato soup then resumed chatting. Next up was a dish of macaroni the size of an oven. The owner placed it between them and said:
"See who reaches the middle first!"
Both put up a good showing, guzzling down the amazing pasta but Marcia's experience with her stuffing lunches paid off and she had more than Peter.

They enjoyed a leisurely lemon sorbet while the macaroni worked its way down, helped along by their mutual rubbing. The owner emerged again, this time bearing an entire roast chicken, complete with all trimmings. They both gave a smile then made battle. This time Peter took the lead, his larger capacity showing. The chicken was just perfect, the skin golden brown and crackly to feel. The meat was moist and tender, so soft it just melted in their mouths. A cream sauce added an extra touch of decadence to the meal. The potatoes on the side were also baked to perfection, although they started off with a pile the size of the chicken, they whittled them down too.

Peter delighted to see Marcia in her element: a sheen of sweat on her brow it had her skin glisten and glow. She moaned softly as she ate, her gluttony turning her on. Peter was also horny seeing her in that state and ate with more gusto. Finally they were done. Peter looked down at his belly. His gut ballooned out into his lap like a cartoon, the shirt buttons hanging on by their last thread. He rubbed it gingerly, amazed at how huge and round it was, scared he's pop a button with his movements.

Marcia was no slimmer, gasping for breath, her belly puffed out like she was in the last stages of pregnancy. She rubbed it gently, burping quietly now and again as did Peter. Another lemon sorbet each started to help ease it all down. They sat there holding hands across the table, almost comatose from their overeating. Some time passed and they began to feel less lethargic when the owner again appeared, this time bearing a huge pyrex dish frosted on the outside, clearly fresh from the fridge. She laid it between then reverently and backed away.

It was a tiramisu. At least two feet long and one across, the whole thing six inches high. They stared.
"Surely we can't!" gasped Marcia.
"Of course not!" agreed Peter.
"But we can have some" said Marcia. "Be silly to waste it all."
"For sure" agreed Peter.

Taking a spoon each they took a first tentative scoop. Looking at Marcia's face across the dessert, Peter saw the tiramisu tak on the proportions of an ocean, a huge expanse of white, creamy, delicious ocean. It was divine. The dessert just vanished down their throats leaving them desparate for more. They tore in with a frenzy, gulping down the dessert as though it were water, each tastebud out on full alert giving them a sensory overload. At one point Marcia stood up to reach better as she made her way to the halfway point. Not to be cheated of a single mouthful, Peter also stood and they fought to the middle of the dish, leaning forward, their bellies hanging down like the pigs that they were.

As it finished, they plopped back into their seats with a sigh, holding their swollen bellies, immobile. An age later they sipped coffee and Marcia reached sideways to her handbag, from which she pulled out a small brown paper bag. With a ripping sound her dress tore down the seam at the side, leaving her flabby body free to pour out, each and every curve resplendent in fat. Peter stared, awaiting the inevitable backlash of their pigging out over the last weeks. Instead Marcia smiled at him and said: "You better be ready for this. I'm gonna get a whole lot bigger." She handed him the paper bag, which he opened slowly. A blue box fell out. A pregnancy test.

She watched him carefully for his reaction but Peter gave none. Slowly he lumbered to his feet. He reached inside his jacket and pulled out a small box., saying: "Boy am I glad I got this today, otherwise you'd never know for sure would you?"

He slowly lowered himself to one knee. As he leaned forward just a bit too much his shirt buttons and pants blew apart, his engorged belly billowing out in full splendour. He opened the box and pulled out a ring, proferring it to Marcia.

"I've never felt this way with anyone before. You make me happy and make me want to be better myself so I may one day deserve the attention you give me. You're my best friend and soulmate, will you also be my wife?"
"Yes!" excaimed Marcia, tears pouring down her chubby cheeks, "yes, yes, yes!" she launched herself at Peter to hug him but her weight threw him off balance and they fell to he floor in a tight embrace, their remaining clothes ripping apart.

All the other patrons clapped and cheered loudly for the happy overweight couple. They were helped up and sat as they were, more naked than clothed, rolls of fat abounding, bellies stuffed to bursting. The owner had champagne ready and many bottles popped at once, a glass for every client, with two large ones for the newly engaged cops.
 

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At the rate they were eating it was not long till they packed their uniforms too tight. Marcia cut a very sexy figure as she paraded round the mall, her uniform straining at every seam to contain her voluptuous curves. At Jill's bakery her fat butt now overhung the stools by a clear few inches on either side. When she walked her belly hung out over her belt in front, wobbling at very step and shen she sat it bulged forward and hung down, forcing her legs apart. Jill found occassion to touch her up now and again, but their previous fun was off limits now that she was with Peter.

In the office, Peter bulged larger and fatter than ever, catching Chief Harrison's ire every time they passed. The chief couldn't wait for the blimping rookie to need another uniform and took pleasure in pointing out how fat he was growing. "Another trimester in then, Porky?" or "Did you leave any donuts in the bakery?" usually poking his flab as he said so. Peter held his tongue and took the insults, though he pushed the chief's poking fingers away.

One morning Harrison thought Peter looked even fatter sitting inhis chair with the shirt buttons stretched to the limit. He leant over and hefted up Peter's flabby gut. "Ha! I knew it! You can't button your pants again, you're using your belt to hold it in!" Harrison knocked a pen off Peter's desk. "Pick that up fatty, let's see if you can even bend over."
Peter couldn't ignore a direct instruction and slowly leaned over, fearing the worst. He couldn't reach the pen and Harrison laughed cruelly. "Come on you've got to bend over lardass." As Peter did so he felt the shirt buttons go past their limit and yet again his belly blew out, hanging soft, fat and round as a beachball on his lap.

"Get out!" roared Harrison. "Get the fuck out and don't come back you lazy, fat-asses sonofabitch!" The ladies reeled back in their chairs, mortified for Peter but unwilling to risk turning the chief's wrath onto themselves. Harrison made Peter his personal items right there but didn't let him wear his jacket. He walked Peter to the main door, his belly hanging out soft and wobbly, for all to see and deride.

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Marco, the waiter at the Italian place in the mall was in seventh heaven. He had witnessed Marcia’s uniform debacle with the credit card thief and still kept the mental images preserved safely in his mind. Since then the plump policewoman had grown steadily fatter, much of it under his eyes. Now she was the sexy figure of his dreams, and he often dreamt of stuffing her till her uniform burst, then making love to the soft stuffed beauty.

Marcia knew her uniform was close to bursting again, and had mixed feelings. On one hand it turned her on to see how fat she had grown, her formerly bony frame now very well padded in a layer of adipose. She felt sexier both herself in in the attention, or rather lust, Peter showed her on a daily basis. On the other hand she was scared of pushing the envelope that bit further and actually confronting the issue with the police force. Their instructions could not have been any clearer to lose weight, and yet here they were getting fatter every day.

She started her day at 8am with donuts at Jill, who laid on a celebration when she say the sparkly rock on Marcia’s finger. They called Donna who swung by before work. Jill called them into the kitchen area and sneakily opened a small bottle of sparkling wine, mixing it with orange juice. Marcia let her pour one glass then another, but stopped her before the third.
“I can’t have any” she announced, sticking out her belly for emphasis and patting it gently.
“No! way!” squealed Donna and Jill together, then at Marcia’s huge smile they hugged her tight.
“Oh my god I’m so happy for you Marsh, what a year you’re having, new man, baby on the way”
“New belly!” added Marcia with a laugh
“Oh yeah, you’re gonna get soo fat!” exclaimed Jill, squeezing Marcia’s ample muffintop fondly.

They made sure she got off to a good start by stuffing her with pancakes and croissants. At around 9.30 both Donna and Marcia had to start work and made their way off. Marcia waddled slowly, her uniform uncomfortably tight against her stuffed belly. At her desk she sat heavily and undid her belt, not that it did much to relieve the pressure on her gut. At 10.30 Jill passed by with a half dozen donuts and left them on her desk. Marcia dug in happily and soon found her fingers scrabbling in an empty box.

At 12.30 a starving Marcia headed down for lunch. As she approached the food court she heard a voice call her hesitantly. She looked round and saw a skinny woman pushing a stroller. It was Gina, a girl she knew ages ago from playing hockey in a club.
“Marcia, is that you?” asked Gina with wonder in her voice.
“Oh hi Gina, yes it’s me, Marcia, just a whole lot more of me!” she replied, anxious to clear the obvious immediately.
“Oh, uh, umm… you look good Marcia.”
“I look like I’m gonna burst outta my uniform but thanks, I feel good” she replied boisterously.
“Oh, not at all!” said Gina, embarrassed.
“I was about to have lunch, care to join?” asked Marcia. Part of her wanted to show this skinny thing how much she ate, the other wondered what she was doing.

They headed in to the Chinese, Mrs Tueng greeting her friend with a big smile. Marcia was grateful for the way they showed their appreciation; she had yet to pay a cent for anything she consumed in the mall. They found a table and headed straight for the buffet. Gina took tiny portions but Marcia loaded up her plate. “More for me” she smiled. At the table they tucked in, exchanging news since the last they met over 10 years ago.

Gina was fascinated by Marcia’s weight gain and her apparent happiness with it.
“So you don’t play hockey any more?”
“Hehe, do I look like I do?” asked Marcia. “Mind you, this gain is recent, until September I was stick thin, then starting work here I got lazy and started eating more. Before you know it I’m this size, engaged to a wonderful man and loving it.”

Marcia had to show her photos to prove it. Gina was amazed at the transformation in such a short space of time. Seeing how much Marcia ate, she started giving her pieces from her own plate. After 2 visits to the buffet Gina stopped eating herself, but continued piling her plate high for Marcia. After 4 visits, Marcia had had 6 loaded plates and slowed down. “Oof, I’m stuffed, time to stop I think.” Gina was fascinated by Marcia’s belly that seemed to grow as she ate.

“Oh, let me get you some more, surely you can take another plate.”
The plate went down, as did another. By this point Gina had pulled her chair round to near the porker and started to rub her bloated belly softly.
“My God” she said almost to herself, “I can see the appeal, this is so sexy!” and took another plate for herself, this one loaded much more than her first ones.

After lunch Marcia strolled back to her office, uncomfortably full. She entered and let the door swing itself shut. Just as she plopped down into her chair, the door opened again and a man in sergeant’s uniform walked in. As her bum reached the seat, her uniform gave up and blew open down the front. Her belly surged forward, happy to be released and swelled out round and fat. The sergeant stared at her with a sad look in his eyes. Marcia stared back, embarrassed, lethargic and horny.

“I’m your CO Marcia, I came round to see how you’re doing with the weight loss…” he trailed off uselessly looking at the sea of flab before him. “I’m really sorry to do this on our first meeting, but I have to suspend you Marcia. Orders from above.” He waved his hands around vaguely. “Please remove any personal items from here and leave the office. I’ll give you fifteen minutes to sort yourself out.” He turned to leave then looked back at her. “Can I um… do you need, perhaps… um… a dress or something?”
Marcia waved him away silently, then sat motionless in her chair. She thought “Wow, I’ve actually done it. I really ate my way out of my job.”

She called Jill who came running, stopping to buy a dress on the way. Marcia pulled the dress on but it wouldn’t go past her breasts. “Damn what size is this?” she asked.
“Um… 14 babe” said Jill.
“Wow. I guess I’m really fat huh?” said Marcia. “You better go change it.”

When the sergeant came by again to ensure she left, Marcia told him “you should know, I’m pregnant, so I can’t be suspended.”
“I’ll note it, but your belly is all food, not baby. I saw you at the Chinese.”
Marcia blushed.

That very evening they decided to relinquish the apartment and head to the ranch. Without any income, they couldn’t afford to stay in Seattle. Carol, Peter’s mum was upset to hear they’d lost their jobs but was overjoyed to have them.
 

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Nearing the end, only one chapter left. Hope you've enjoyed as much as I did writing it
 

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Great work as ever and looking forward to the final chapter! Life on the farm will suit them well.
 

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I hope you will consider a final Evaluation as they resign .Maybe some severancce pay tied in with a final physical evaluation. As it stands now with Peter he has been suspended without failing his annual test. He has grounds to protest if he wants.
I am hankering for just one more of those official weigh-ins like when they got there uniforms. :)
 

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