The secret is out

Chapter 2 - stuffed tummy, again and again

This was the start of my secret feedings. At least twice a week I started spending a couple of hours filling my belly with rich foods and within a month the pounds started to follow. By July I was up another 8 pounds and had endured my first belly poke from Mark, my husband. He was hugging me from behind and he gave by belly a little poke, feeling it’s new softness with his fingers. Before he could comment I turned around and started kissing him and getting him as turned on as his belly rub had got me. We made wild passionate love right there in the kitchen, much to his shock.

I continued this method of stuffing and rewarding him with sexual favors if he touched my softening middle.

Another two months went by and another 15 pounds found there way onto my body. The rich feasts were heaven to me and the feel of my new soft belly, boobs, love handles and bum drove me wild. I continued to look at other round bellies online and was thrilled to find other gainers I could watch growing along with me.

I was now almost 170 and was definitely fat. I checked my b.m.i. and I was at 27 way more then I’d ever been in my life and yet I was loving every minute of it. The thrill of the stuffings, the sweetness of my new soft flesh was so fantastic it was worth the shyness I felt at others noticing my gains . (I’d had a few friends comment on my chubbing up, but had laughed it off.)

Mark had a big business trip in October. He was to be away for two weeks and I spent the time eating and plumping to my hearts content. The last day before he was to arrive back I put together a meal to tide me over until I would have another time alone to fill myself to my hearts desire. I had baked cheesy pasta, wine, Caesar salad, warm rolls with butter, and to top it off a whole chocolate cake. I ate and ate rubbing my stuffed belly feeling the sweet feeling of my rounded flesh, my belly an orb of warm food. I rubbed oil into my bloated middle easing the tightness. I had eaten so much I was powerless to clean up my mess. I left the food trays and plates all around my and fell asleep on the couch with my oiled middle sticking out of my lacy underwear set.

I had the sweetest dream of big strong hands rubbing my gorged middle and my fuller breasts. The feeling was so fantastic I groaned aloud. The noise woke me and I realized the sensations were not a dream. Mark, home a day early, was working my stuffed middle and when my eyes fluttered open me kissed me roughly his urgency apparent.

He had his fingers in me in moments bringing me close to climax. Then he rolled me over, carefully to keep me comfortable with my stuffed belly and started rubbing it while he entered me from behind and pumped into me satisfying us both.

We lay wrapped in each other silently for a while and then he started rubbing circles into my round middle.

“You don’t mind,” I said quietly, knowing he was exploring my new fleshiness.

“I didn’t know I would like these new curves as much as I do” He replied.

“How fat are you going to get?” He asked

I blushed furiously and said “ I’m not sure, but I’m feeling pretty good at this size for a while.”

“Okay, but the next time you are going to stuff yourself I want to be able to watch you eat and see what your passion looks like in your eyes” He replied.

I snuggled up to him feeling amazed that my secret was out and that he was accepting me. I felt the love for him grow and I reached out to rub him and was surprised to find the start of a small round belly pushing at me from his middle. It seemed I wasn’t the only one with new roundness.