Chapter 7

****Alan****

I watched as Laura prepared a bowl of oatmeal for breakfast, studiously ignoring the box of doughnuts open on the kitchen table. The doughnuts were a stupid impulse buy when I went out to get the paper that morning. I was hoping that since it was becoming apparent that she had put on a few pounds she'd ease up a little on trying to hide her eating. I even ate a doughnut myself, but that still didn't do the trick. Oh well, I couldn't be too upset. I actually couldn't stop thinking about last night.

Laura was never a huge fan of that particular position, so for her to suggest it was quite a treat. I could feel that her figure was starting to soften and expand. Her hips were blurred with a slight layer of adipose, her tight rear a little more bubbly. I felt a little bad that I didn't last longer. Not only had it been a while, but as soon as I entered her I started fantasizing about seeing her in that position in the future. I envisioned a widened rear and huge handfuls of plumpness, her swaying breasts almost reaching the sheets and a hanging paunch slapping against her fattened thighs. Heck, with that kind of mental image it's a miracle I lasted as long as I did.

We sat and chatted as we lingered over breakfast. I could tell that Laura wasn't completely satisfied with her oatmeal, but she managed to restrain from reaching for a doughnut. I myself somehow ate two more as I sat there. Better keep an eye on that, all these goodies are to fatten her up, not me.

"I thought I might make pot roast for dinner," Laura mentioned.

"Ooh, that's my favorite," I remarked.

"Well, we haven't had it in a while. I think I'll go take my shower then run to the store to get all the ingredients. What do you have going on today?"

"Well, there's a game on this afternoon that I might watch. And, um . . . "

I lost my train of thought as Laura got to her feet and stretched, raising her hands up far above her head and arching her back. Her robe parted, revealing a gap between her t-shirt and pajama pants. It was quite obvious that her navel had deepened considerably, and a hint of love handles poked out even above her elastic waistband.

"And what?" she asked, pulling her robe closed again.

"Um, that's probably about it."

"Ok, I'm gonna run up and take my shower now."

I watched her walk away, already imagining her naked in the shower and soaping up her luscious body. I decided to catch up on some e-mail before the game started so I went to the living room, grabbing another doughnut on the way.

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Dinner was amazing, Laura really could cook up a great pot roast. Since it was my favorite I even took a hearty portion of seconds, feeling comfortably stuffed by the time my plate was cleaned. It looked like Laura may have taken a larger than usual portion for herself, but no seconds. She waved me away after dinner so she could clean up. After a few minutes I peeked in the kitchen and caught Laura sneaking a cookie as she did the dishes. There was no doubt in my mind that I had won, my calorie-conscious wife was now scarfing down goodies and plumping up right before my eyes. It was a dream come true!

Later that evening we watched a movie together, snuggled up on the couch. With my arm wrapped around her I was able to subtly rest my hand on her softer hip. It had only been a few weeks but the changes were starting to be quite noticeable. This was even better than I could have imagined. I found myself wondering what she'd look like in six months or a year. This actually got me so horny I tried to initiate a little action on the couch, but Laura was really into the movie and didn't reciprocate.

Oh well. I grabbed a couple pieces of candy from the end table and returned to my fantasies of a 200 pound wife.