Chapter 6 - true bliss

The honeymoon turned things up a notch. Now she was truly free. It was a beautiful thing. I mean not as beautiful as watching her outgrow every peice of clothing she owns, and not as beautiful as watching her eat herself into a food coma every day, but still beautiful.
Her body really had changed since the wedding. The last morning in that hotel really showed it. Her ass had slowly began to fill out that chair as the days went by, but on that last morning, damn. It filled it about 3 inches on each side ago. Her bubble butt hung off the chair like her belly hung over her waist after the first week. Key words there being after the first week. At this point her gelatinous gut hangs over the waist of her pants by 6 inches, even pre stuffing. Speaking of pants, she's gone through 4 sizes in 2 weeks. Her belly might have gotten bigger, and her boobs are up to a d cup, but basically if it's a body part that you put in pants, hers has doubled. Her thighs not only touch, but don't ever not touch. She's been waddling around for days now. It's the cutest thing I've ever seen in my life, but it annoys the crap out of her. Her solution was to stop walking. We both think it's working.
Now that she only has to move far enough for me to pick her up to carry her she's really got no chance of stopping. Now that she knows I like the new weight and her gaining she's letting me carry her around and letting me feed her. God it's amazing. She eats 24/7 now (with my help). When she's not drinking a beer she's eating an enormous pizza or scarfing one of those 5 foot party subs. She went through 5 of them yesterday, and she's not stoping there. I was begining to think that she was liking this.
Then she told me she was. She admited that being big wasn't exactly the worst in the world. She's always talking about how warm she feels all the time now, and how for some odd reason chairs are so much more comfortable. She's actually enjoying being overweight. Scratch that, shes actually enjoying being obese.
For a girl of her height she was pretty heavy. Between being stuffed to the point of pain 24/7 and not getting up she had gotten a hell of a lot bigger than she was before. Today I heaved her to a scale, and it read 210 pounds. 210 pounds spread over 5 feet of woman. Damn. That really is as hot as you think it is.
Spoiler alert, she doesn't get skinnier.