Chapter 5

After the ceremony, we had an informal reception with friends and family from the area. Bobby Jo was not kidding when she spoke of her genes! It was a BBW/BHM festival! I have never seen so many obese people in anyone place before or since.

Bobby Jo and I went from table to table talking with everyone. It is a tradition to have some cake at each table, so needless to say both Bobby Jo and I were stuffed when it came time to leave.

We went up to her bedroom to change. We had to get back to the diner in only a couple of days, so we needed to leave right away. I helped Bobby Jo pull the now tight dress off over her head. I was rewarded with a fantastic view of her engorged belly, round soft bottom and thick thighs, as packed into a tight white nylon panties. Bobby Jo hefted her belly and let it drop causing her fat the jiggle. “Matt I am so happy I am married to the man I love and I am nice and FAT!” I came over to her and sunk my hands into nylon covered belly and shook it myself, “I don’t think you are FAT!” I said winking at her.

Bobby Jo shrieked and pressed her belly against me, “Matt I love you so much!”

We drove to a small town just off the interstate for the night. The waitress at the local diner was startled by how much the new weds ate that night.

A few months after we got back a couple things happened. Bobby Jo got to fat to waitress any more. She could not fit between the tables. The owners decided to retire and sold the diner to Bobby Jo and I.

A few month late during a slow afternoon, a now nearly three hundred pound Bobby Jo was eating her third piece of pie of the afternoon, asked, “Matt, what does the B & G in the name of the diner mean?” I patted my now forty-five inch belly and chuckled, “Honey, B&G stand for “Binge and Gorge”.

“Oh Matt that is a perfect name for the diner! Who thought it up?” asked Bobby Jo. “The owners who started it honey. They were both pretty fat and they loved to eat. The diner gave them the excuse to indulge themselves whenever they wanted to.” Bobby Jo giggled, “So they were just like us?” I laughed and came around the counter and sunk my hands into Bobby Jo’s awesome love handles, “Yes baby, just like us!”

Bobby Jo poked my bulging belly. “Matt, you need to put on some more weight honey, your belly is much smaller than mine! You need to live up to the name of our diner.” “Your wish is my command!” I replied patting my growing but modest paunch.

I sat down next to Bobby Jo and pulled the cake stand over, still holding several donuts left over from our breakfast service. I started to pound them down, one after another until I had to unbutton my pants. Bobby Jo just giggled as I stuffed myself. Her huge thighs spilled over the poor stole she was sitting on to the point she was pressed up against me.

I was still pretty stuffed after finishing our supper/dinner service around nine thirty. Bobby Jo insisted that I eat the leftover sides. We went to our apartment in the motel and Bobby Jo giggle with delight as I displayed my bloated belly for her.

I kept up this routine up for several weeks and of course my belly ballooned to over fifty inches! Bobby Jo was thrilled, she now had a husband with a belly nearly as big as hers.