Fattening others

The Sunday load.

I started her Saturday morning with a hash brown casserole that gave her a rich breakfast and ended her with a big steak dinner. Her belly uncomfortably bloated and gassy made her very soft that evening.

I've always been amazed how her mood really elevates around food...even the thought of a meal she really enjoys.

She wakes up excited about our turkey feast this today. She's giggly watching YouTube videos of turkey smoking. She's practically salivating at the scent of smoked turkey this morning. I couldn't help but notice her walk this morning she's starting to get back her familiar footfall from when she was at her biggest. She also has an exaggerated wiggle in her walk from her fattened thighs. She's probably around 220 but doesn't yet have that very overfed look like she had last winter, which seems to hit above 225 on her 5'1" frame.

The plan for this coming week.

Turkey feast Sunday
Date night dinner Wednesday
Big breakfast at a restaurant Friday
Another Turkey feast this time on Saturday.

On Monday morning I left half a bag of Costco Dubai chocolate strawberry truffles her desk. They were gone Tuesday morning.

I put another bag of chocolates on her desk. This time bite sized fudge chocolates that morning.

While I was seated on the couch she walked up and I was treated with a close view of her FUPA growing out of her fat jeans. The button strained and the fabric at the top of the zipper split. I can't help but think that the next big meal will see her unbuttoning her jeans for relief.

I checked in on her at the end of her work day while she's finishing work. She commented on how the bite sized fudge chocolates are really good. So I put a second bag of the strawberry truffle Dubai chocolates on her desk so she's not concerned about treat scarcity. Always have a second bag of treats on your feedee's desk.

The keys to her belly.

I can't help but notice her hands stray to her belly. When she's standing around in the kitchen or sitting on the couch. The soft spot of every woman, her belly. She's enjoying her belly and realizes that men do find a woman's belly sexy. Her belly continues to expand slowly back to where she was last winter. Her walk is starting to resemble her waddling shuffle at her heaviest last year.

She traveled last week. I miss her when she travels for business but I know she will get a good dose of calories from the activity of business travel. I wasn't disappointed when she returned home in her new jeans and a sweater.
..looking softer and plumper. She also tends to eat a lot of comfort food after traveling. After dinner the night of her return she exposed her belly and the glorious sight of her jeans unbuttoned for comfort. These jeans have a ways to go as her belly wasn't forcing the zipper completely open. Regardless, her hips filled out the jeans keeping them up despite being unbottoned.

The weekend was filled with her ordering takeout. Dunkin donuts each morning. Sunday night I laid beside her with my hand caress her fattened belly, she rolled over with her thigh wrapped around me with an intent to keep me close to her. I continued to massage her side and backs enjoying her softened frame.

She picked up Chick-fil-A this morning...not typical for her on a Monday. A signal that she's insatiable for food.

This weekend she's going to enjoy my special breakfast casserole with heavy cream, cheese, spicy sausage and eggs.....sure to make her belly loaded to start the morning.

Disappointed with her returning with new jeans?

Fixed the typo. I certainly wasn't disappointed that her old jeans no longer fit and her new jeans are trending towards a strained zipper.

I enjoy the site of a fattened up FUPA that's straining a zipper.

Her bloated belly

A week of me traveling and her stressful job resulted in her belly bloating up. The takeout meals and candies added up.

I returned home Friday to her drinking carbonated water in attempting to calm her stomach. She leaned back on the couch with her pajamas top looking more like a crop top as she burped constantly. The night before I enjoyed the site of her on the kitchen camera as she gobbled down a large cuban sandwich.

We laid in bed to watch TV and I was pleasantly surprised at how she was pressing herself into me while I read the news on my phone. I didn't want to move...basking in her bloated delight. Her belly was softly distended, not a firm feeling like when she's stuffed....more like an over inflated bouncy ball.

Eventually I moved to put down my phone. She immediately gave me feedback that my arm was giving her nice pressure. I grinned and palmed my hand on her inflated belly and rubbed. She closed her eyes and enjoyed the relief that my warm hand provided with the pressure.

Eventually she turned around, pressing her massive rear and thighs on me. I of course had my arm wrapped around her with my hand firmly on her belly. I kneaded and pressed with my fingers palming her inflated mound that crested at her belly button

I could not help but notice her hips were more swollen than usual. I squeezed her fattened up hip like a ham sandwich and gave her a little pat on her ass as her ass wobbled from the pat. Pure bliss.

Having a wife confident in her fat is pure bliss indeed 👍

Acknowledging she's a Feedee

We cooked up feast! I smoked steaks and a 20 lb turkey. I helped her prepare the dough for the pies, rolls and stuffing. She cooked everything thing else greens, cranberries...it was a proper feast.

While I thought she didn't eat too much because of the busy day ....she stuffed herself. The best feedees stuff themselves without encouraging.

After our guests left and the kids played in the basement, we were alone. I couldn't help but notice how her jeans were strained. We sat on the couch watching TV, she complained about her belly hurting. Stretching and contorting. She sat upright with her famous....to me... posture. Sitting upright with her back arched. Her ass out like a curved shelf and her shoulders squared. Now she has a plump belly which has become a prominent feature of her body. I gaze at the curves and wonder how fat she'd have to get for her belly to reach past her knees in that position....which looked to me like about 4-5 more inches for her belly to grow to achieve that milestone.

She stretched her arms back. She's very flexible from the gymnastics she did when younger. The image of her sitting with her backside arched like a shelf and her fat belly and triple D breasts pressed out is burning.

She asked me to pat her lower back to help her burp. Every pat on her lower back shook through her swollen hips and backside. Such a glorious site to see how fat she'd gotten that a pat shakes her backside.

She rolled over onto my lap, belly completely exposed. My hands running over her fair and plump softness right in front of me I couldn't help but comment how strained her jeans were. She agreed that her pants were strained but was too lazy and fulfilled to move. Later she got up to change into her pajamas as we had to clean up the dishes from the Thanksgiving meal. She stood up and took off her jeans exposing her soft puffy flesh and glorious hip dips. She waddled into the bedroom and wiggled into her pajamas, which her fupa now strains snuggly. She looks at the Turkey carcass and teasingly says, "Are you going to to stuff me with this Turkey". Now wasn't the time to stuff her, we weren't alone for the evening and her belly was undergoing a good stretch....but her words and her desire surfacing for that weekend when we can explore her desire and take her to her limits. We cleaned up and went to bed cuddling. Her belly pressed closed to me.

The next evening we found a moment alone... Her teasing words to me before sex, "I over eat constantly and my belly is too uncomfortable for you to be on top...but you like it when I do that....I guess we'll just have to do it doggy style". She dropped down on the bed with her ass tilted up...grinning at me.

Finally a short BBW once again.

Last night Indian delivery and tonight a steakhouse. She wore a beautiful dress that she wore at her peak weight last January....and filled it out. She wears a belt to accentuate her waist. Tonight she has a belt with a larger golf buckle resting at the top of her stomach. By the end of the dinner her belt was tilted up by her belly loaded with wagu steak and cheese cake. Mission accomplished as we got home and she immediately tugged off her belt and handed it to me in relief.

Next week she has business travel which will keep her on a calorie overload and then two weeks of vacation that will keep her relaxed, liquored and stuffed into the New Year.

Her business travel did not disappoint arriving home late Thursday night looking plumper. Exhausted she worked from home in her loungewear on Friday....snaking through out the day.

Her loungewear doesn't really cover her belly when she moves around. She tugs it down in futile attempts at modesty

I ordered Chinese....she was so greedy. Cheering when the food arrived and taking a big helping of rice for the beef she typically uses with a letus wrap. Her belly expanded as she ate exposing a fattened band of her fair skin as she sat at the table.

She walked around the house tonight with her full belly uncovered....giving up on trying to conceal it under her top.