chapter 3

When I got home that night my wife was waiting for me. She had bought a scale and a digital camera. She also bought me a new wardrobe of bikini cut briefs, t-shirts, a couple of sets of large sweat pants and support briefs. She loaded up on lotions and creams to rub on my belly and rear to prevent stretch marks. She had me try on some of the briefs and a new stretchy t-shirt that hugged my paunch and had me stand against a white painted wall and took my picture. She then got me on the scale, I didn’t want to find out how fat I was getting, but she wanted to know my weight after just one week of binging. I was surprised to see that I had only gained twelve pounds. Though that translated to nearly four inches on my belly. She giggled as she measured my body, waist 41”, hips 42” (really giggling now!) and my chest 44”. She down loaded the picture of me to the computer and labeled it with the date, my weight, and measurements.

It was getting later in the evening and I had not eaten in nearly two hours. My belly growled, she giggled and told me to put on the sweats, we were going out to the new buffet place near the highway. I gained seven more pounds that weekend alone. I was pampered all weekend, the only annoying thing was struggling out of a chair or away from the table for measurements, weigh-ins and more pictures.

Monday morning several people noticed my weight gain. Early that morning Mr. Faber called me to his office. He announced to me that I was being promoted to V.P. and senior researcher. My increased girth was not lost on him. He asked if everything was OK at home. (We had three people resign over weight and eating issues.) I told him how supportive my wife was, to the point that I was now being encouraged to gain as much weight as I could!

He told me why he had left the industry earlier in his career. His first wife hated his weight gain. He told me when he started that he only weighed one-hundred and thirty pounds. He was so unhappy after “retiring”, that he divorced her. He met his new wife at a buffet of all places. She loved his size and convinced him to rejoin the industry.

Mr. Faber’s program worked! The company was rapidly gaining (pun intended) a reputation for high quality over its entire product line. Management wisely kept prices the same, promoting high quality at a better price. Sales and profits went off the charts!

Over that first year, Mr. Faber became to fat to come to work. He reached a weight of over four hundred pounds and it was just to difficult to dress and bath in the mornings.
I was promoted to his position and I am happy to report that I am “filling” it rather well.

I, of course, continued to gain under my wife’s loving tutelage. She and I really got into the weekly and weekend weigh-ins and pictures. I love my new shape as much as my wife does. My waist is now 51”, my hips 54” and chest 48”. I especially love how my belly sticks out so far. I have to use the handicap commodes in rest rooms, I am to big to use the urinal any more. I weigh now three hundred and ten pounds. I do get some exercise to strengthen my leg muscles to carry my girth at the company’s health club.

Everyone in my department is either obese, overweight or rapidly becoming so. I have kept the mandatory eating every sample policy. The company’s profits are so good that we even have special health coverage for the quality assurance dept. employees.

Well back to work, a tray of brownies just arrived for sampling!