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The New Scarlet Letter - II - by Earl W Brown III - (BBW, WG, Eating, Future Fiction)

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The New Scarlet Letter - Conclusion
by Earl W. Brown, III

(This is the promised sequel to a previous original -- cllick here for the initial tale)

Jen spent the next two weeks enjoying her new home. Angie went to work early every morning. Jen usually slept late and then got up and waddled to the couch in her 4XL sweatpants and watched TV all day. She continued to eat heavily, although not at the pace that she had maintained in the facility. One day Angie came home from work early and surprised Jen napping on the couch.

“Get up, girl! We are going for a walk”, Angie said.

“What?”, Jen said sleepily.

“It’s time to start your new life. Let’s go in the bathroom and see how much you weigh. We are going to get you down to 210 or 220 and you can stay at that for about 6 months before you have to pork back up for your annual weigh-in.”

“Ok, I’ll try”, Jen said as she moved slowly towards the bathroom scale, dreading what the numbers would show. Stepping up on the digital scale, she closed her eyes. “What is it, Angie?”, she asked.

”267”, Angie replied.

“God, I am a hog”, Jen said, stepping of the scale. Angie couldn’t help but notice how much her massive ass jiggled when she stepped down.

“I’m going to help you change that! We’re about to go for a 1 hour walk.”

“I can’t walk for 1 minute, much less 1 hour, “Jen said.

“Sure you can, baby. I did it. I lost 35 pounds. You have to get rid of some of this lard!”, she said as she playfully slapped Jen’s huge flank. “Remember, less than a year ago, you were a pure hottie.”

“Yeah, and I weighed 119 dripping wet”, Jen said sadly.

“We can get you back to 219, not 119”, Angie laughed.

Over the course of the next 2 months, Jen walked an hour every day with Angie. She started to eat 3 normal meals a day. The weight started to come off almost immediately. Even though she was still huge by her standards, it felt good to see the needle on the scale pass 250…240….230.

Finally one day she climbed on the scale and it read 218. “Only 8 pounds heavier than Angie”, she thought to herself. She also realized that this was probably as much as she needed to lose, since she would have to pork back up to 250 for her annual probation weigh-in in 9 months. Angie’s first weigh-in was in 2 months and she mentioned this at breakfast while eating 5 glazed doughnuts.

“I’ve got to start gaining. I’m about 208 right now so I’ve got to put on 32 pounds in the next 2 months, “Angie said between mouthfuls of doughnut.

“That shouldn’t be a problem, “Jen said while nodding at the half empty box of pastries. “I’m going to enjoy the next 2 months, “Jen whispered to herself as Angie walked away.

Angie starting eating like a pig. The weight came back on her steadily, as Jen maintained her weight at 218. One day coming out of the bathroom in a tight bra and panties she announced, “I’m at 220, only 20 more pounds to go.”

Jen couldn’t resist. “You are the fat roommate now”, she teased. “You weigh more than me.” She patted Angie’s plump belly for emphasis as she walked by. Angie walked to the kitchen and grabbed a cheesecake out of the refrigerator.

”Enjoy it while you can skinny,” Angie replied.

The next six weeks passed quickly with Angie complaining every time she went back up to a larger size. She overshot her goal by 5 pounds, just to be safe. When the day of the weigh –in arrived, she was at a plump 245. Jen enjoyed watching her huge behind shake as she walked out the door to her weigh-in. She had asked Jen to go with her, but she didn’t want to. “I don’t want to go there until I absolutely have to”, she had told Angie.

Jen was sitting on the couch when Angie returned. “How was it? “she asked.

“Oh, fine. I actually weighed 246. The judge said I had met the terms of my probation and I was to return in one year. It was humiliating, but the whole thing only took ten minutes. Now I can get rid of some of this, “ she said as she lifted her shirt and grabbed two handfuls of her fat gut.

The days passed peacefully as Angie got back in a more healthy routine. Jen had found a job at a quiet out of the way bookstore and was enjoying going out in public again. She had still not gotten used to men not treating her as the center of attention, but she felt a lot better at her current weight.

Finally, the time came for her to start preparing for her weigh-in. With 2 months to go, she stepped on the scale and was shocked to see that she was at 206. “Damn, I’ve got to gain 44 pounds, I better get going”, she thought. She immediately left the bathroom and went straight to the kitchen and grabbed 2 candy bars. Angie noticed this and said, “Time to start porking out, huh?

“Yeah. Goodbye size 20, hello 28,” Jen said sarcastically.

In a slightly over a week, she was the “fat” roommate again. This was not lost on Angie who commented on her expansion one morning when Jen came walking through the den in a bra and panties she had bought when she got down to 210.

“It might be time to go back to your fat girl underwear, Jenny”” Angie said noticed that the 18 pounds Jen had packed on in 3 weeks caused her ass to hang out of the new underwear. Jen’s hand unconsciously slid around and grabbed her growing behind. “She’s right,” she thought.

Jen struggled to reach her goal of 250. It seemed harder for her to gain than it had been for Angie. However, the morning before the weigh-in she was relieved to see the scale read 251. For good measure, she got up during the night and ate half a cheesecake.

The morning of the weigh in arrived and Angie agreed to drive Jen to the courthouse. Jen selected a size 28 skirt that she hoped she could get into and a loose 4XL shirt. She was quiet as Angie made small talk on the way to their destination. “I dread this”, she thought, imagining that Jeff’s wife would be there sitting on the front row.

Her lawyer Dave met her at the front steps of the courthouse “You’re looking healthy, Jen, “he said as he hugged his plump client. As her huge tits pressed against his chest, he couldn’t help remember the perfect blonde with perfect implants who walked into his office almost 2 years ago. “If I didn’t know it was her, I wouldn’t even recognize her now”, he thought.

“This won’t take long, Jen. Is your weight ok? “, he asked.

“Yes. 251 pounds, I checked it last night,” she said as she patted her hip.

“Ok, good, let’s go on in, you are on in 15 minutes.”

The courtroom was mostly empty as Jen, Dave and Angie walked in. The judge was hearing a motion on something unrelated to her case. She looked around and was relieved to see that Jeff’s wife was nowhere in sight. “Maybe she forgot, “Jen thought hopefully.

She sat with Dave on the first row. Suddenly the bailiff read aloud, “Case Number 18751, Ms. Jen Jackson, Annual Probation Hearing.”

“Is Ms. Jackson present?” the Judge asked disinterestedly.

“Yes, your honor, she’s here. I’m her Attorney Dave Matthews”

“Ms. Jackson, please come forward to the bench so the bailiff can check your weight. Per your sentence, my records indicate you are to be at a minimum of 250 pounds. Is that correct?”

“Yes, your honor,” replied Jen quietly as she walked forward to the doctor’s scale that was placed to the left of the judge’s bench.

“Please step on the scale, “the Bailiff said

As Jen stepped on the scale she noticed a figure standing at the back wall of the courtroom. It was Jeff’s wife, who seemed to be grinning from ear to ear. “Damn that bitch, “Jen thought.

Jen stepped on the scale. The bailiff immediately moved the balancing weight to 250. To her horror, Jen realized that it was not quite balancing. The bailiff tried at 250 for what seemed like an eternity and then slid the main weight to 200 and moved the sliding weight up to 49.

“Judge, I am getting 249 ½ pounds.”

“Are you sure? “ asked the Judge. Jen felt like she was about to pass out.

“Yes, the official weight is 249 ½ pounds.”

The Judge sat silently for a moment and to Angie sitting in the audience it seemed that he almost seemed to dread what he was about to say.

“Ms. Jackson, I’m sorry, but under the terms of your sentencing agreement you have failed to maintain your prescribed minimum weight of 250 pounds. I have no choice but to sentence you to an additional 50 pounds to be maintained for the duration of your probation. Your probation is temporarily revoked. Bailiff, please have her escorted to the facility immediately,” said the Judge.

“No, no this isn’t right, I weigh 251, “Jen sobbed quietly as the Bailiff led her by Dave and Angie. “I’ll appeal Jen, on grounds of scale calibration. We will have it tested immediately,” Dave said sympathetically.

“I’m sorry, Jenny,” Angie said as a tear rolled down her own cheek. “I’ll come see you,”

As they approached the doors, Jen looked up to see the smiling face of her ex-lover’s wife.

“Well, well Jenny, looks like I’m going to get some nice new photos soon to show Jeff. He really loved the 250 pound pics, but I cannot wait to see how wide your ass is at 300 sexy pounds. I still have the first set of pics so we can do a nice before and after comparison of your tight shapely butt at 119 and then at 300. How does it feel to be a fat cow?”

Jen sobbed quietly as she was led out the doors and into a waiting van.

“I’ll never be thin again, “she said to herself as the tears streamed silently over her cheeks. “What am I going to do?”


THE END
 

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