Chapter 18

"Howya doing there?" Shannon asked.

"Great!" I replied, trying not to sound too winded.

We were about 2 miles into our daily 3 mile walk. We moved at a brisk pace, enough so that my protruding middle bobbed up and down. I wore a pair of XXL gym shorts and a sleeveless t-shirt that was growing rather snug. Shannon wore her spandex workout gear, showing off her tight, toned figure.

"Might be time for you to invest in a sports bra," Shannon teased, poking my swollen love handle.

I scowled at her, but a glance down confirmed that my man boobs were jiggling rather noticeably. Ever since I crested the 270 mark it seemed they were more pronounced. Heck, after we went for a walk and I toweled down, I now had to make sure to dry the underside of my breasts where they sat atop the shelf of my gut.

"Maybe get you some spandex shorts too," Shannon added. "Really show off that fat ass of yours."

I flushed. I was even more sensitive about my spreading rump than my softening pecs. My rear not only widened (along with the rest of me), it also stuck out quite a bit. I would probably have some real second thoughts about gaining any more weight, but it seemed each added pound in my chest or butt also increased their sensitivity. In a very pleasant manner.

Shannon had quickly learned that a few minutes of squeezing my glutes or fondling my chest would result in one very randy Tom. Between the walks, my time lifting weights, and our frequent aerobic activities in bed, my health was as good as it ever was. Of course, when I went in to the office, I knew they all saw me as "Fat Tom". For some reason, though, their disdain bothered me less and less. I was one of the company's most productive employees, I had a beautiful wife who was madly in love with me, and through various FA websites we had made a number of friends who were on similar journeys.

"I think I'll grill us up some ribs," I puffed. "Maybe you could make salt potatoes and a salad?"

"Sure, and I can even make a pan of cornbread."

My mouth started to water as we approached home. It was a beautiful day, I was energized from our walk, looking forward to a wonderful meal, and we were likely to end the day with our naked bodies entwined. What more could a guy ask for?

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"Surprise! !!!"

I stopped short just inside the front door. I had just returned from a few random Saturday morning errands requested by Shannon. Now I had just come home to a kitchen full of feeders and feedees that we had met online. Julie, Frank, Cynthia, and Bill were there of course. Also joining us were Brie and Jeff, a couple married for less than a year and just entering the feeder/feedee realm. Jeff had put on about twenty pounds in four months, a small pot belly resting above his belt.

The kitchen table was covered from end to end with various foodstuffs, and a banner hung from the ceiling that read, "Happy 300!"

I looked at Shannon, and she just grinned back. The night before Shannon insisted I weigh myself and I came in at 298. We had both agreed that 300 was probably my natural high. It had actually taken me the better part of four months to go from 280 to 298. I felt very comfortable being as big as I was, and Shannon couldn't have been happier.

"I figured today we could help you get past that little three-oh-oh mark," Shannon said. "I invited some friends over to help."

"I suppose I've got some eating to do, huh?" I grinned, tugging a bit on the waistband of my slacks.

"Yep, but first you gotta get changed," she replied. "It's laid out on our bed upstairs."