chapter 3

One year later, Kyle and Val were making plans to celebrate Kyle's best friend's birthday. His friend, Nick, was turning 30 in a month and they were planning a huge bash. Kyle met Nick while they played baseball together in high school and they've been best friends since. Nick remembered when Kyle was the star hitter of the team and loved to tease him about how he let himself go. Every time he saw Kyle, he patted his usually stuffed belly and insisted that Kyle had gained at least another 5 lbs. He was probably just exaggerating but Kyle's gut had gotten out of control since he gave into his beautiful wife's feeding habits.

She cooked all three of his meals, making sure to pack him a delicious lunch with plenty of snacks for snacking on throughout the day. She would still occasionally surprise Kyle at work to reward his gaining by fucking him in the gym bathroom. So Kyle always wanted to be snacking at work just in case she dropped by.

"Hey baby, do you think for Nick's birthday I should try to lose a few lbs? All of my baseball buddies will be there and it's going to be pretty embarrassing when they see this huge basketball sized ball of blubber." Kyle said as he lifted up his gut and shook it.

"Do you think any of your friends have kept their fit bodies?" Val asked.

"Well I know several of them who have..."

"Do they have wives as hot as you do?" Val boasted.

"You're right, I do have the hottest wife." Kyle agreed.

"And you are making your wife a very happy woman." she said as she sensually rubbed his tight gut, still full from the buffet they went to for lunch.

Kyle could feel his cock getting harder as they stood in the dressing room of Big and Tall, trying on clothes for Nick's party. Nothing fit the way Kyle had envisioned. Everything cut into his fat belly. But every time he couldn't get a button closed, Val praised his gut by gently slapping it, watching it ripple, and holding it in her small hands as she kissed it. It was getting very large compared to her hands and she often needed Kyle to help her lift it. Kyle lifted it so she could reach his cock and stroke it for him as he plopped down on the dressing room bench, almost collapsing it.

"My belly is so tight from lunch, I can hear the food slosh around when I shake it." Kyle shook it and spanked it a few times, knowing that Val wouldn't be able to contain herself.

"God baby, you're fucking huge. I can't wait for all your friends to see what a cow you are now." Val said as she stroked his cock with one hand and pulled her panties down with the other.

"If I can't find any pants that button past this 50 inch gut, they may get a full view of this belly." Kyle continued.

He lifted his gut even more for Val to sit on his dick. There was barely enough room in his lap for his tiny wife to ride his cock.

"Lay back baby, your belly is pushing me off your cock."

Kyle laid back as much as he could, but the short dressing room bench didn't give him much space, so his gut still bounced against Val and she rode his cock. Val bounced up and down on his fat cock, groping his enormous mound of fat and fingering his belly button. This made Kyle so hot. He quietly moaned, hoping no one in the store knew what was going on.

"If you like the way I'm fucking you, you better not even think about losing an inch of this gut!" Val demanded, as Kyle was on the brink of orgasm.

She sensually massaged and squeezed his tight, sensitive gut as he filled her pussy with his sperm.

They stood up and Val helped Kyle squeeze back into his clothes, leaving the other clothes in the dressing room, as none of them were large enough. As they walked out of the dressing room, the clerk asked

"Did anything work for you, sir?"

Val responded "no ma'am, my husband just can't say no to a buffet and now it's impossible to find anything that fits this gut" as she proudly placed her hand at the front of his over hanging belly.

"We'll come back in a few hours, while trying on clothes he worked up quite the appetite."

Kyle blushed as he and his wife walked out of the store, his belly hanging out of the bottom of his polo shirt into his wife's hand.