chapter 2

Going into this relationship, I had known Carol was a yo-yo dieter. I had seen her gain weight quickly, and run it off over several months. It wasn't until 6 months into our
relationship had I really realized her potential. We had spent a lot of time eating out. We didn't want to be around my roomates and we truly knew we were in love. For our 6 month anniversary,
I had planned a great feast and gotten the roomates out of the house. I was working on the garlic bread when I saw her car pull in the driveway. I watched her struggle to get out of her little car.
In 6 months, she had quickly grown out of her last years clothing.

First thing out of her car, and out of any room, was that belly. Her gut was always spherical. If it didn't jiggle so much, people could mistake her for being pregnant.
Her breasts had mostly remained unchanged. It was when she turned around that you could see her other expanse. Her ass could put the Kardashians to shame. Those 2 globes bounced around
like they had a mind of their own. As she almost waddled twoards the back door, I realized she had to be pushing 170ish at this point. Again, I was instantly turned on.

"Please tell me dinner is almost done, I'M STARVING." I smiled, I knew her all too well. I pointed to the wine on the table and handed her a glass. I knew the more she drank,
the more she could put away. She quickly poured herself a glass and we started small talk and catching up. I purposely delayed dinner as I wanted her somewhat tipsy before dinner started.
20 mins later, and we had put away half the bottle. I peered over the island in the kitchen and saw her rubbing her belly. It was time. I braught out the pasta, the salad, the sausage, garlic bread,
and chicken parm. Her eyes lit up. "Babe, theres no way we can eat all that!" "It's fine, the guys will eat the leftovers." She nodded in approval. She quickly dug in, and I was so
glad she had wore a tight tank top.

As she plowed through the rest of the wine and the garlic bread, she muttered compliments about how amazing the food was. Between the moans and side chat, I took small peaks
at the damage the food was doing. Sitting down, you could clearly see that spherical globe of a gut resting on her lap. More and more food. Her thighs filled up the chair and the
her jeans appeared to be more of skin than clothing. More food. She breathed heavy and her cute double chin was evident everytime she looked down to take another bite. At this point,
I was rock hard and a little buzzed. As she finished off the last of the sausage, pasta, and another piece of chicken, she finally rested her hand on her gut. "I don't think I could
fit another bite if my life depended on it. *BURP*" But I knew her way better than that. Deserts were her weakness. Tiramisu, chocolate cake, twinkies, oreos, and all of the above.
And of course, I had planned ahead. I quickly got up and grabbed the small cheescake out of the fridge. Her eyes lit up, and I was sure if it was lust or panic. She burped again.
"You sure your full?" She made no sound. I pretended to put the cake back in the fridge when she shouted "WAIT! Ok, I think I can handle that" I smiled, I knew my babe too well.

I cut myself a small piece and made sure her's was large. She smiled. She smashed through the cake like she hadn't just eaten 2 pounds of food. Bite after bite, her 2nd chin and belly
wobbled. I had quickly finished my piece just with the plan to watch her eat. It was beautiful and I was ready. After she finished her cake, she appeared to have hit her food coma.
If she had planned to finish that cake and take a nap, she was wrong. I was ready to go and I wanted that top OFF.

I let her digest why I cleaned off the table. I kept taking glances over the table. She smiled, rubbed her gut, and continued to make small talk. I was so glad the island
blocked her view of my ridiculous boner. I needed this table, clean, now. I moved quickly so I could continue with my plans for the evening. Once I finished, I took her hand and led
her to the couch. As soon as she rest her head in my lap I began playing with her side rolls. I began a nice rub down her body. Instantly, her hand grabbed my throbbing member through
my jeans. I hadn't realized how horny she was as well. We undressed like our lifes depended on it and the make out session began. She tasted like merlot. In that moment, I realized
I had to move quickly to perform my fantasy. I quickly lifted her hefty mass up. This completely caught her by surprise and in that moment I was extremely thankful for my years
in the gym. I set her gently on the kitchen table.

As I looked down, she attempted to crunch her body to kiss me but she was too full. Her massive gut completely blocked out off any ability for her to move. In this moment, I
did what any feeder would do; I saw the rest of the cheesecake on the island and grabbed it. At first, she was confused on why I had turned my back to her. Then she saw the cake. I
started spoon feeding her and she wriggled in ecstasy. Her fat ass cheeks were spread on the table, her belly locking her in place. I fed spoonful after spoonful. Just as she finished
her last spoonful, I realized I had to finish or I was going to cum right then and there. The bomb was dropped. "Babe, I'm not on the pill so you can't finish inside." Fuck. She saw my
face and quickly she fixed the whole situation, "but I want you to cum all over my belly." Say no more. I quikcly finished and gushed all over her gut, more turned on than I had been
in my entire life. She smiled, playing with my member and rubbing her bottoms rolls.

BOOOOOM. The sound was in slow motion. There was nothing I could do to react. Her weight had completely crushed the kitchen table into pieces. She sat there, in shock, unsure of whether
I was mad she broke my table. I burst into a giggle, staring at this overfed girl, naked, completely bloated beyond belief. Her gut rising up and down as she was still in shock of how
her heft had broken the table. I knew in that moment I was going to marry this woman.