Chapter 8 - when in rome

I love my wife, and I always will. No matter how much there is to love. Like seriously. There's a lot to love. I don't mean she's fat ether. I mean don't get me wrong, she's enormous, but that's not what I mean. There are so many things about her to love.
Her cute cubby cheeks, her squishy double chin, her fluffy little arms, all perfectly adorable. There's also her big full belly, huge ever so bouncy boobs, her big thick dimpled thunder thighs, all unbelievably sexy.
All that is a lot of things to love, and there's more to love every day.
We never left Rome. Ever. She just loved being there so much. The food, the scenery, the food, it was just too perfect for us. She just kept getting more settled in the longer we were there, until eventually she decided to stay.
By the end of our honeymoon she had gained more than even I thought she would. The best part was the bigger she got the more she loved me and the more she loved food and the more she hated moving. The only muscles she had left were the ones in her jaw, she hadn't gotten up without me in weeks. She just sat there in bed all day and ate. I brought her 5 pound chunks of salami one day and it was gone in less than 5 minutes. At this point 5 gallon buckets full of pasta were really just appetizers to her. Her stomach had expanded so much from constant stuffing that she no longer had to ever stop eating, and dear god did it show.
When I finally convinced her to waddle to a scale just for kicks I was shocked.

She weighed 456 pounds.

That's a lot of weight over a small body. Her belly was so soft and fun to play with, even when she had eaten for 12 hours. It reached far down her thighs when she sat down, and jiggles whenever she moves for the longest time. Believe it or not her thighs got it even worse. They both measure about 60 inches around each, and look like 70. She constantly has to sit in this cute spread out position to make room for the both of them, they're immense beyond believe. She couldn't move them if she wanted to. The worst (best) is still to come.

That ass.

She's always had a but of junk in her trunk, but now that she's almost 500 pounds of junk her trunk is a touch bigger than it used to be. It filled out a queen bed entirely. It was easily 5 feet across, her vertical height. It's big and fat and jiggly and amazing. When she try's to get herself up I have to shove her ass off the bed so she can get her legs down, and I sink into it at least a foot. Although it sticks out 3 feet from her that's still pretty damn cool, and I can't wait for more. Keep in mind this is just the honeymoon.

10 YEARS LATER

"Honey? *burp* Can u get me that extra pie? I'm feeling a pit peckish."
This was pie #87, but I would do anything for her. She had developed a sweet tooth when she was about 30, which spiced things up a little. Before that she had plateaued in her gain at about 650 pounds, but sugar changed that. She was huge before, like, needed a king size bed so her ass didnt fall off, ate enough for 100, you know, the usual, but now she was bigger. After 2 hours of waddling to the glorious scale yesterday I discovered I was married to a 750 pound woman, and I love it. Every last ounce is just more to love to me. She still has those eyes I told you about so long ago. The amazing ones. She still has that amazing ass too. The only difference is one is getting better everyday. Wanna guess which?

The End