chapter 2

I have been getting so turned on looking at this (I patted my belly) in the mirror, I don't want it to get any smaller!" "Will honey, that is fine with me, you don't have to lose any weight for me. You have been so supportive of my figure, you have never complained about how much weight I have put on since we have been married." She giggled, "So Will, what do you want to do for dinner?" She poked my huge belly. "OOH, can we go out for dinner?" I asked. Sarah giggled again, "You really don't want to lose any weight at all do you?" I patted my belly, "Actually honey, I would not mind if this got even bigger!" Sarah's eyes widened and started giggling, "Will I want to measure you belly. I want to see how big you've gotten."

She helped me up teasing me that I used to help her up off the couch. I waddled upstairs with Sarah behind me poking my fat bottom cheeks virtually bursting out of my nearly ruined jogging brief. We went into the bathroom and Sarah got out a measuring tape and wrapped it around my waist. She shrieked, "Will you are forty eight inches around!" "Really! Wow, that means I have added nearly a foot to my waist!" "Will, why don't you take a shower, while I try to find something for you to wear to dinner."

I got in the shower and lathered up. I could not believe how big my belly had become! I hefted it and felt it jiggle. I was so soft now, it seemed like every move I made some part of me shook! I toweled off lifting my belly up with the towel. I was struggling into a pair of briefs and when Sarah came in. "Will honey, try on these pants for me, dearest." She handed me a pair of pants, I looked at the label, they were size fifty! The pants fit! I patted my belly, "Wow Sarah, I can't believe how fat I am! Size fifty pants, Oh my God, I am huge!" Sarah hugged me squeezing my fat butt, thinking to herself, "Not fat enough Will!" "You're not fat Will you look great dear." She cooed. I asked, "Where are we going to dinner?" She giggled, "Angelos!" I should have known, short of the buffet, the best place in town to totally pig out and get stuffed!

We arrived at the restaurant. Sarah was dressed in a short black dress, which was too tight for her own expanding figure. I loved the look of her bottom and belly both pressing against the material of the dress as she walked, her bottom cheeks bouncing up and down. She knew that I loved to watch her eat too.

We were seated at a table not far from the kitchen, though not to close to be annoying. We immediately ordered a bottle of wine, then appetizers, bread sticks and olive oil. I ordered the alfredo and linguini and Sarah ordered a lasagna, triple decker.

We ate for several minutes . "Will honey this is so good, I love coming here to eat! The food is so good and there is so much of it too!" "I know babe and now for the first time in years I can eat all I want and not worry about my weight!" Sarah started to cry. "Honey what's wrong? Are you okay?" Sarah, sniffed, "Oh Will I just thought how much you have sacrificed for our relationship. I don't think I ever thought about you having to be so careful about what and how much you ate! Will promise me you will eat all you want! I want you to eat all you can at every meal and totally indulge yourself, you deserve it so much!" "Wow", I thought "This is fantastic, Sarah wants me to totally stuff myself, God I will get huge!" "But Sarah, I will get really, really fat if I eat like that. Will you mind me being absolutely huge!" Sarah looked at me tears in her eyes, then she smiled, "Will I have wanted to fatten you up for years, since we first dated! I know I have gained a lot of weight over the years and I do know how much you appreciate my figure. So Will, dearest, now it's my turn to fatten you up!"

I started to cry a bit. I looked at Sarah, smiled, patted my belly, "Babe, I am going to eat tonight like I have never eaten before!" I put a large bite of linguini in my mouth, then another and another. I finished that plate and another one was soon brought out. (We knew the owners pretty well and Sarah had told the occasion for our dinner.) I ate that, several glasses of wine and cheese cake for desert. Sarah too indulged, nearly distending her belly.

It was nearly nine thirty when we were both finally sated with rich heavy food. Our bellies was now round, packed orbs, sticking out from our bodies. Sarah's dress was lifting up, clinging to her bloated belly. The waist band of my pants was cutting into my own bulge. We were both a little drunk from all the wine we drank. Our friend at Angelo's called us a cab.

We got home, paid the cab and staggered/waddled into the house. We were quite a sight staggering up the stairs, both of us with huge, round, engorged bellies. We went right to our bedroom and started to disrobe each other. Standing by the bed with our bulging bellies touching, we were both so turned on we fell onto the bed for the best lovemaking since I started to get fat.

The next morning I lay in bed Sarah was caressing by belly. "Will are you hungry dearest?" I chuckled and patted my belly, "Babe, I am pretty much hungry all the time, now!" She patted my belly again, making it jiggle, "Lie right here, I am going to fix you a massive breakfast feast!"

Sarah went downstairs. I lay in bed running my hands over my huge belly. I got turned on thinking about gaining even more weight and being able to eat all I wanted. By the time Sarah carried a huge tray of breakfast food into our bedroom, I was so turned on I wanted to gorge myself.

Sarah giggled looking at me lying in bed with my belly sticking up in the air, "Wow somebody looks very hungry!" She too got aroused. She set the tray down, grabbed a plate and held it near my mouth and started to shovel food into me! Food nearly poured into me! I just chewed and swallowed as fast as I could, greedily opening my mouth for more.

Finally the tray was covered in empty plates, glasses and bowls. I was engorged! My belly was hard as a rock, crammed with rich, heavy food. I lay in bed caressing my engorged belly. "Sarah honey help me up! I want to weigh myself and measure how big my waist has gotten!" I hefted myself off the bed and with Sarah's help, I waddled into the bathroom. I stepped on the scale and the digital read out came to 240 lbs! Sarah shrieked, "Will honey you're awesome! Let me measure your tummy!" She wrapped the measuring tap around my belly across my belly button. "Will oh my honey your tummy is fifty-two inches around!" I patted my belly, "Sarah I can't believe how good this feels, I love being this fat!"

I waddled back to the bedroom, I was thinking how much I loved gaining weight. I had worked out for so long, that I never thought about gaining weight. I always had to stay in shape. Now after indulging for weeks, the eating and the resulting weight gain, the joy of gorging myself eating all I want until I feel like I am going to burst, I have been so turned on. I don't want to stop eating!

Sarah and I had been checking out weight gain websites, like Fantasy Feeder and some weight gain blogs, too. We also liked to "surf" through "Youtube" checking out bingeing and weight gain videos. I started to think of how I wanted to spend the rest of my life!

"Sarah, babe." "Yes Will honey." "I want to ask you a question, dear". "What Will?" "Honey, I want to become your feedee! Would you do that for me? I want you to fatten me up until I am absolutely huge!"

Sarah stared at me, she was thinking, "Oh my god, Will's wants to become a "feedee"! This is my wildest sexual fantasy coming true! I can stuff Will day in and day out until he is enormous and then feed him even more! God, I am getting so turned on right now!"

"Will, oh my god, are your sure you want to do this? You really want to get hugely fat for me?" She was crying now. I waddled up to her and pushed my belly against her belly. "Sarah I want to get massively huge and fat for both of us!" "Oh Will this is unbelievable. When can I start feeding you?" Sarah was shaking she was so excited and turned on. "After a little "lovin", right now!"

After a serious round of love making, Sarah had me pull on a bikini cut brief, sweat pants and a tight t-shirt and loaded me her car. We went to the "Golden Coral" buffet near the highway, paid the dining fee, Sarah had me plop my fat rear end in a booth and brought me plate, after plate of rich, fattening comfort food. After a couple hours of continuous eating I was an engorged blob. My enormous belly was straining at the waist band of the sweat pants, the t-shirt had ridden up exposing my bulging orb. Sarah managed to get me home and to our room, where she stripped me down and massaged and caressed my belly most of the night.

Sarah stuffed me with a huge breakfast, after which I took a shower. She had squeeze myself into a pair of sweat pants and the largest t-shirt we could find. She drove me over to Wal-Mart where we bought me progressively larger under pants, sweat pants and t-shirts. We bought another refrigerator and a freezer. Sarah and I picked out rich, fattening entrées to feed me. We also got the largest recliner we could find.

Sarah set up her feeding kitchen to fatten her feedee husband. I was "fed" six times a day, with, of course, constant snacking during the brief interludes between my numerous meals. I, of course, blew up like a balloon! I gained fifty pounds in only two months. I hit three hundred pounds just before the holidays.

We decided to go to Sarah's family for Thanksgiving.

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