Trophy Wife Trisha's Tremendous Gluttonous Growth
By Lucky Luke
Part One Ten Years Ago…
“Look girls, it’s that fat loser, Donna. What a dork! Dork-faced Donna.” Cruelly remarked Trisha to her click of snobby, superficial fellow high school girlfriends. Trisha, a petite, blond, tanned, athletic and popular senior who loved to viciously pick on others with physical or other social stigmas. Poor Donna, pretty faced but pushing over 200 pounds by 18, was just one of Trisha’s many victims.
Two Years Ago…
“How could that bitch cheat on me?” grunted Henry.
“Look, if it makes you feel any better, this happens all the time. In fact, given your age difference, what did you expect?” remarked the private detective Henry had hired to track his wife.
The detective played the key part of the hidden mike tape again:
‘I want to be with you every night.’ (Trisha’s voice)
‘We need Henry’s money, how is the plan?’ (Trisha’s boyfriend voice)
‘I keep feeding him as much fattening food as possible. I got him violating every instruction from his doctor. And I’m pushing him to work as hard as ever. Whenever he is out of food or booze or smokes, I get it back in front of him. I even started eating some of the food and smoking so he is more comfortable. I think I’ve put on five pounds myself. I don’t want to end up like that fat bitch first wife.’ (Trisha replies to boyfriend)
‘Forget that fatso, let’s make love’ (Trisha’s boyfriend)” (Tape stopped.)
“Just keep watching her,” replied Henry.
+ Henry was a multi-millionaire who was twenty years older than his slender, beautiful new wife Trisha. Henry worked hard and played hard. Standing five foot eight and weighing just over 300 pounds, Henry was an unhealthy eater who loved to drink and smoke well into excess. Henry had had a few close calls. These included two heart attacks and a quadruple bypass surgery. Henry thought of himself as a real player. When his first wife of twenty years had put on a few pounds and aged, he dropped her for Trisha.
Trisha, if anything, was more beautiful than her senior year of high school. Despite putting on a few pounds herself, she only weighed 115 pounds on her five feet, four-inch frame. Trisha had platinum blond hair that she kept very stylish. Six months after meeting Henry, Henry was divorced and married to Trish. Henry gave her everything including maids, clothes, credit cards, sports cars, and a luxurious existence. Trisha was pampered in every way, but she wanted Henry out and herself in control of his fortune.
+ A few days after meeting with the private detective, Henry and Trisha are hosting a pool party. Trisha is dressed in a skimpy black bikini that shows off her slender tan body. Henry is dressed in a bathing suit and Hawaiian shirt that is open and showing off his huge mid section.
Trisha struts up to Henry wiggling her ass with two drinks in her hands and a cigarette dangling from her mouth, “Here, honey, have another drink.”
Trisha then hands Henry the drink and then grabs a cigarette and sticks it in his mouth and lights it for him.
“Oh honey, let’s get you some more food,” Trisha states as she waves one of the servants over. “Henry, here comes that fat kid sister of yours,” sneers Trisha. “I’ll go socialize till you’re done talking with that bitch.”
+ “Hello brother!” said Helen, Henry’s kid sister. Helen was ten years younger than Henry, a couple of inches shorter and weighed over 300 pounds. She had lovely shoulder length raven color hair, a beautiful face and was wearing a low cut one piece black bathing suit. Helen was the one person Henry could trust.
Henry explained everything he knew about his cheating, devious new wife.
“So, Henry, I think I have a plan. Especially if I can convince her that I’m her friend and also that you will only eat more if she eats also.” Henry and Helen talked for about another half-hour about their plan.
Trisha came back over to them, “Helen, stop hogging my husband.”
Henry stated, “Trisha, Helen is going to stay with us here in the mansion for a while. You don’t mind, do you?”
“Oh no dear, I don’t mind Henry.” Trisha lied.
+ The next morning, while Henry was at work, Helen and Trisha had brunch together. Helen wore a black business pantsuit that really complimented her large figure.
“Trisha, I need to use one of your sports cars to buy a wardrobe while I’m here. Which one can I use?” asked Helen.
Trisha dressed in a blue low cut dress stated, “Helen, you can take the BMER. That is, if you can fit into it,” teased Trisha. “Helen, for a large woman, you do dress nicely.”
Helen thought that she would really enjoy this plot even more than yesterday. “Oh, Trisha, thank you. By the way, do you know that Henry is really down about how little he is eating?”
Trisha replied, “Eating too little. Are you kidding? Henry eats a lot. I don’t understand?”
Helen continued, “Trisha, Henry wants to eat more, but he is too self consciences around you. He told me if you would just eat more, he would eat more also.”
Trisha thought to herself that temporarily putting on a few pounds would be a small price to pay to get Henry’s millions once he keeled over. “Helen, no problem, I will do what it takes to make Henry happy.”
+ Starting that night, Helen controlled the meals that Trisha ate. Helen made sure that Trisha understood that she would have to match Henry serving per serving. Greedy Trisha complied with the plan. That first night her tight muscled stomach resisted and she had to stop. This was the start of Trisha’s massive weight gain.
Helen made sure that Trisha was up every morning with Henry for breakfast to eat with him. Henry would already be dressed in a three-piece suit with his vest holding in his massive gut. Trisha would come down in her sexy silk sleepwear wrapped in her silky night rode. The meal would include pancakes, eggs, waffles, bacon, steak, sausage, muffins, toasts with jelly, chocolate donuts and coffee. What Trisha didn’t know was that Helen - who also ate these meals - made sure that Trisha’s portions had more lard in them as well as the steaks being rarer than hers or Henry’s portions.
When Trisha complained that the breakfasts were too large, Helen would take Trisha to Helen’s suite and make Trisha take bong hits of pot till her appetite came back. Then Trisha would eat more. Once Henry would leave for work, Helen would get Trisha to go to a large dark room on the west side of the mansion were they would watch TV, and eat more donuts. Helen made sure that Trisha had a bottle of vodka to drink while they watched their morning shows.
Around 11 AM each day, Trisha would bathe, get made up and dressed up before going out with Helen to meet Henry for lunch. Helen, a large eater herself, would pick out a buffet to for lunch each workday. Henry and Helen would easily eat large portions while Trisha tried to keep up.
For dinner, Helen would have the evening cook prepare very filling meals with special instructions for large portions for Trisha. Trisha would always get the largest pieces or portions.
Weekends were an orgy of meals. Trisha would have to smoke pot followed by shots of vodka till her next meal. Trisha would eat eight to ten meals per day.
During this period, Henry gained some weight, but he was really in a maintain intake diet. Helen was also putting on weight. She was almost as sedentary as Trisha and was also consuming much than she normally did.
Twenty-three months ago…
“Helen, all of my clothes are tight. I need to buy new clothes. Is Henry gaining any weight?”
“Why, Trisha, I didn’t notice that your clothes were getting tighter,” lies Helen. “I think Henry is gaining weight though.”
“Well, I just want him to be happy,” lies Trisha, who cannot wait ‘till Henry’s health would take another “downturn.”
Twenty-two months ago…
“Helen, I have to buy another set of clothes, and this time it is size ten! I’ve never been double digit in sizes before. Do I look fat?”
“Trisha, you look great. I have not noticed any weight gain; in fact, you look terrific,” lies Helen.
“Okay, well pass the donuts,” Trisha says as she puffs on a joint.
Twenty-one months ago…
“Trisha, you are really fat. I’m going to dump you,” says Trisha’s soon to be ex-boyfriend.
A crying Trisha, “Honey, it is only fifty pounds. I’ll lose it as soon as Henry kicks the bucket. Stay with me.”
“Trisha, you are always eating, drinking and smoking. You’re out of control.”
“But that is the way that is the only way to get Henry to eat more.”
“I’m out of here.”
Twenty months ago…
“Trisha, you really enjoy the food we give you. You’re eating so much even when Henry is not around,” says Helen.
“Helen, if you only knew what was on my mind. Food really makes me feel better.”
But Helen knows from Henry’s private detective that Trisha’s boyfriend has left her.
Nineteen months ago…
Trisha’s weight gain is really noticeable. Her body bounces much more now. The weight gain along with the cigarette smoking & pot-smoking make her more winded now. Helen notices at about this time that Trisha needs to rest when walking from one end of the mansion to another wing.
“Is this house getting bigger?” huffs a breathy Trisha. “Slow down Helen.”
Helen is still bigger and gaining weight herself, but Trisha is definitely gaining weight rapidly.
Trisha purchases an electric wheel chair to get around. As time goes on, she becomes more and more dependent on it.
Eighteen months ago…
Trisha hits 200 pounds, an 85-pound weight gain! Based on the clothes she buys and wears, she is still very vain. She usually wears something low cut to show off her growing breasts and tight skirts or dresses that show off her ever enlarging rear end. Her nails are extremely long and her hair is always dazzling.
Henry on the other hand, has only gained a few pounds. Helen has put on about twenty pounds and weighs a sexy 320 pounds.
Sixteen months ago…
Trisha is now up to 260 pounds. She has gained a pound a day for the last two months. She is going through her wardrobe so fast that she only wears outfits at the most twice before outgrowing them.
“Helen, is Henry gaining any weight? I eat as much as I can so he will eat, too.” asks Trisha between vodka shots, donuts and bong hits during her mid-morning weekday binge.
“Well, Trisha, I think Henry just has a big frame. I know he is gaining weight,” lies Helen. Henry’s weight is now stable at 310 pounds. Helen is actually the heaviest at 330 pounds.
Fourteen months ago…
Trisha is tipping the scales at 300 pounds. She is wearing one of Henry’s favorite outfits. Her platinum blond hair is puffed out with not a hair out of place. She has on white pearl earrings, necklace and an anklet. She has on an open collared white silk blouse with French cuffs and a front button, sleeveless, knee length green dress with matching stockings. She is of course drunk, bloated, stoned and desires Henry. She has heavily perfumed herself.
Henry and Trisha are alone in their bedroom chamber.
“Henry, let me give you a blow job,” says Trisha, lustfully and breathlessly.
“Okay Trisha, get down on your knees and do me good,” says Henry while he sits at the side of his bed.
Trisha struggles to get on her knees. Sweating from the exertion, she coughs and gasps as she gets in position. She licks and sucks Henry with all the craving in her. Henry is also breathing heavily. Trisha thinks that maybe this will be the moment. But Henry surges and it is over.
Trisha tries to get up but can’t. She has gained so much weight so fast while living such a pampered life. She coughs and gasps. The strain is too much, and she pulls a muscle in her leg and collapses over. Henry, fearing his heart condition, does not help her directly. Instead, he gets some of the servants and Helen to help Trisha up. Trisha is traumatized by how out of shape and helpless she has become. Once she is moved to a sofa to rest, she ponders her weighty situation while the servants get her a sixteen-inch deluxe pizza to gorge herself on.
Ten months ago…
Trisha has eaten so much that she has finally passed Helen and now is the heaviest among herself, Helen and Henry. She now weighs over 380 pounds. Helen has been packing it in too and weighs 360 pounds. Henry is still stable just over 310 pounds.
Trisha’s weight gain is getting more and more bottom heavy. Trisha needs assistance getting up from any sitting or lying position. She only moves if she has to. She usually gets a servant or Henry or Helen to get what she needs.
Nine months ago…
Trisha passes the 400-pound mark. Helen and Henry celebrate by giving her a large cake. The front button full-length low-cut pink dress Trisha put on at before lunch that day has every button straining after eating the cake on top of everything else she has eaten that day.
Six months ago…
Trisha gets in an argument with Helen. Trisha states she is going out on her own. Trisha, on her wheelchair, drives herself towards the garage. Dressed in a form fitting double-breast blue pinstripe dress with white-collar and white French-cuffs, Trisha struggles to get her massive rear out of the wheel chair. With sweat beads forming around her fat face, she grabs the keys to the BMER and starts to waddle into the garage. Her 450-pound body rebels at every step. Her massive butt jiggles with each slow step.
Meanwhile, fat Helen is still trying to move her own flabby body through the house. Helen’s 380-pound body is strained by all the extra walking. Encased in a lovely leopard print pant outfit with a matching unbuttoned blouse over a black sleeveless sweater top, Helen too is sweating. By the time she reaches the garage she is almost out of breath.
What she sees makes her laugh. Trisha is stuck in the front seat of the BMER. Her fat body is pressed against the steering wheel with her melon-sized breasts resting on and over the top of the steering wheel, her mid section pressed against the steering wheel and her lower section underneath the wheel. Her butt is not all the way in. A large portion of her rear hangs over the side of the seat. Trisha is sweating up a storm.
“Helen, help me. I’ve dropped the keys on the floor and I can’t pick them up,” gasps Trisha.
“Well, well, well. Who is too large for the BMER now?” cackles Helen.
Helen gets several servants to help the pathetic Trisha out of the car. Trisha, exhausted from her ordeal, eats mass quantities of food and drinks large amounts of beer to drown her frustration.
Helen buys herself a wheelchair to get around in.
Three months ago…
“Helen, should we?” asks Henry.
“Definitely. How could we allow Trisha to miss her ten-year high school class reunion? I’m sure everyone will love the new 500-pound blond bombshell wife of yours. Especially everyone she was so nice to,” replies Helen.
Last night…
Helen and Henry are sitting in the back of Henry’s limo, with Trisha heading towards Trisha’s ten-year high school reunion. Trisha, unaware of the situation, is stunningly made up with her hair piled up on her head, her nails painted pink and as long as ever, her face is heavily made up. She is wearing a tailor made low-cut, sleeveless pink dress with a zipper back that is knee length. A custom built steel reinforced under-bra props up her huge breasts. She is also wearing plenty of jewelry. At her heaviest weight ever of 525 pounds, she is radiantly beautiful. One of her servants is next to her, filling her with a mixture of sweet and meat snacks.
“When are we going to get there? And, by the way, were are we going?” barks Trisha.
“We are almost there and it’s a surprise,” replies Helen. Helen, dressed in a white evening gown, is also stunning at her heaviest weight of 400 pounds. She is feeding herself during the drive.
Soon enough they arrive. The driver and another assistant help Trisha struggle to get out of the limo. Trisha is red faced as she exits the back seat. Her fleshy body jiggles all over as the driver and his helper help her to the hotel entrance.
“(Cough, gasp) I can’t go much farther, (huff) I’m not used to these long walks,” an exhausted Trisha states.
As Trisha walks in the hall her class had rented, she starts to notice faces that seem familiar. Then she notices the banners around the hall. Trisha then realizes she is at her own re-union. She’s terrorized that her ex-classmates will see her so large. The dress she has on shows so much flesh, too. Then, to make it worse, the driver and helper place her at a table and leave. Without help, she is stuck there. She is too exhausted from the walk to continue. Helen and Henry sit at the table and place a nametag on Trisha. Nervously, Trisha starts to smoke and states, “Henry, get me a drink, make it a triple!”
At first, no one recognizes the new Trisha, but once her nametag was on, people start coming by and make plenty of remarks. Trisha, so mean in high school, tries to fire back as best she could. After all, she is married to a multi-millionaire.
“You’re living large. In more ways than one,” is a typical remark.
Finally, Donna stands over her. Donna has put on fifty pounds since high school but is only about half the weight of Trisha.
“Trisha, you sure have changed since high school. You’re huge!” says Donna excitedly.
“Shut up you fat bitch! (Gasp) Dork faced Donna!” laughs Trisha.
Donna, still standing over Trisha, orders, “Get up you bitch!”
Trisha tries to get up, huffs and gives up, “I’m not getting up you cow.”
Donna replies, “You’re still mean but so pathetic.” Donna slaps Trisha.
Trisha’s face turns red. She is trembling and terrorized. She is so fat she can’t defend herself. Her heart is racing. She starts to hyperventilate.
Finally Henry intervenes and gets the driver and assistant back to the party room and gets Trisha out of the party. All eyes on her now and everyone stares at her as she is helped from the room. She is sobbing as she struggles back to the limo. Helen and Henry follow with smirks on their faces.
On the way back, Trisha is furious at Henry and Helen. She takes out her frustration by eating and drinking as much as she can. She is helped back to her room where she passes out.
This morning…
Trisha is helped to the breakfast table late in the morning. She is wearing a black nightgown. She eats a mass quantity of food that is even a lot for her. Her greedy mouth welcomes each fat filled bite. Her breast heave with each large swallow.
“Trisha, Helen and I have something to tell you.”
“What, Henry?”
Henry gets servants to help Trisha to his private office. On his desk is a tape recorder. Henry starts playing it. Trisha is in shock. She smokes furiously.
“Henry, Helen, I can explain.”
“Shut up bitch. You think last night was bad. That is just the start,” states Henry. “Here is what I expect from here on out….”
At this point, Trisha faints.