A Life of Comfort: Introduction

“Mrs. Collins, I have the cookies you asked for.”

“Oh *gulp* thanks, just put them down over there.” Vicky said. It was late Tuesday morning and she had nothing better to do but sit on her living room couch and snack on the various treats she ordered her butlers/housekeepers to get for her.

“Will that be all Mrs. Collins?” the young mousey maid asked the pampered housewife.

“Yes, tell Annie to come and read me my schedule for the day, oh and please stop calling me Mrs. Collins, makes me feel like a 40 year old. I’m not even 30, yet.” Victoria said. As you can probably tell by now, Victoria Collins was quite wealthy. Her and her husband lived in a mansion in an upper-class neighborhood outside New York City. There were two Porsche’s in the garage, a pool and tennis court in the backyard, and millions of dollars in their bank accounts. Victoria hadn’t actually earned any of their combined wealth. Her husband, Mark, worked in finance and had a very high paying job on Wall Street. But while Mark made their wealth, Victoria was the one who reaped most of its benefits.

“Hi Ms. Collins, um… today you are supposed to go sunbathe at Sarah’s house at noon, then go have lunch at the club before your massage appointment at 3.”

Victoria shoved a cannoli in her mouth before speaking. “Mhmm… Thanksh *munch* Annie.” Despite her current position of privilege, she was not the ungrateful spoiled brat that many assumed be. Victoria’s life had a humble beginning, growing up as trailer trash with her alcoholic single mother. Spending the first 14 years of her life in a place devoid of hope, she was essentially rescued by her middle class Aunt and Uncle who made it possible for her to go to private school and college. Shortly after graduating she met Mark and they fell in love and she was able to leave her rough childhood behind her.

Now, as a young housewife with all the money and time she could ever possibly spend, Vicky built a lifestyle of comfort and relaxation for herself. Her beautiful brown hair, radiant skin, and well-manicured fingers and toes were the result of her frequent spa and salon appointments, as well as her expensive beauty products. Her body was big and fat from constantly over-eating and indulging her every craving. She wore a $1000 purple velour tracksuit made of the most comfortable material manufactured. Her clothing was tailor fit to accommodate her 350+ pound body, readjusted countless times due to her gluttonous appetite.

Yes, she had gained a ton of weight, the tradeoff for a lifestyle of indulgence and excess. But money not only afforded her great luxury, it also negated many of life’s consequences. Her weight didn’t matter as much when she could afford the best healthcare in the world, and she could hire an army of people to help accommodate for any struggles brought on by her obesity.

Still though, the pounds had piled on fast and it was rather startling. It was only a few years ago when she and Mark were engaged and Victoria was a slim babe. What was odd was that in many ways she was more beautiful than ever. Her wealth afforded her better haircuts, makeup, clothes, treatments, and lotions. However, none of these improvements were as noticeable as the big squishy gut that bulged over the waistband of her pants. As drastic as this change was, to Victoria it felt like just another part of the rollercoaster ride she’d been on since she met Mark.

A chocolate milkshake was placed on the table stand next to her.

“Thanks” she said before shoving another cookie in her mouth. Vicky brushed the crumbs off her soft exposed cleavage, sending ripples through her white creamy flab. She grunted as she leaned over to grab the milkshake. Taking several long gulps she basked in its nostalgic taste. Her free hand rested on the top of her bulging belly, occasionally reaching down to rub the exposed ring of fat around the circumference of her lower gut.

After draining about half of the large glass, she put it back down. Victoria licked her lips and let out a sigh. “Ahhh…”

With her belly so heavy and full, she leaned her head back on the sofa and took a nap.