Chapter 2

Two months later:

Sally and I waddled into Dr. Faber’s office. Janie the receptionist looked up and smiled, “Mr. and Mrs. Fox, right on time! Oh my, Mr. Fox you look fantastic, sir! Oh my gosh your belly is so much bigger! Good Job, Dr. Faber will be very, very pleased with your progress! Let me get an orderly with a wheel chair for you, we don’t want you getting any exercise now do we!”

The orderly wheeled me into an examination room and helped me up. “Do you need any assistance disrobing sir?” I stood, wobbling, “No, my wife will help me, thank you , though.”

Sally pulled down my nearly ruined sweats, double XL just doesn’t fit like they used to. My belly was ballooning over my tight bikini cut underpants, she helped me into the gown, just as the nurse came in.

“Mr. Fox, you look great, nice job, let’s get you on the floor scale, please, you won’t fit on the old upright one anymore! My goodness, Mr. Fox you have gained fifty point nine pounds! This is fantastic! Great Job, both of you.”

The past two months Sally had stuffed me like a thanksgiving turkey. I was full almost every waking minute, eating almost constantly, no exercise, sedentary as possible and I loved it. My belly ballooned out on to my thighs, my bottom got so big I could not fit in several of our chairs, my thighs were so round and big I had to waddle to move around the house.

Sally sat beaming, staring at my huge belly. “I am so proud of you Dear, I knew you could do it!” “Hey I could not have done this, (patting my massive belly) without you Babe! Thank you so much for taking such great care of me!”

Dr. Faber waddled in. “Mr. Fox, great job, you have really stuck to your regime this time and it truly shows! Mrs. Fox, I am sure you had a lot to do with this too, (poking my belly), your support shows!”

Dr. Faber said, “Mr. Fox, your BMI is up to forty eight point seven, great job. So where do we go from here, how much more do you want to gain, Mr. and Mrs. Fox?”

Sally giggled, “I would like to see Ned get up to three seventy or eighty.” I cleared my throat, “ I always wanted to weigh closer to four hundred or more, maybe even four twenty five.” I chuckled.

“Oh Ned really, Dear, Oh, my that would be my wildest dreams if you would get that fat.” I smiled at Sally, patting my massive belly, “Let’s get started, I am hungry again all ready.”

Sally asked, “Ned dear, with haven’t talked about my figure. How big should I get?” Sally giggling hefted her belly and let it drop, making it jiggle like a bowl of jello.

I looked at my awesome BBW wife all fat and round in her way to tight pink sweats, “Let’s say around three hundred.”

Sally shrieked, “Oh Ned, that would be awesome I would love to be that fat, Oh yes dearest yes!”

Dr. Faber smiled as he wrote out prescriptions for scooters for both of us, some appetite stimulants, tissue relaxant drugs and new caloric charts for Sally and I..