Chapter 2 - james

“What the fuck are you talking about Ana?!” James was finally able to collect himself enough to break the stream gluttonous reminiscence that had been spewing from his overstuffed bride. When he had first walked in the shock of the sight had nearly floored him. When he and Ana had married just 6 months ago Ana had been so seductively curvy. He had been aware since their first date that she had a healthy appetite, which did not bother him in the slightest, but back then she had also had a job as a preschool teacher that kept her very active. It was a job that she found very stressful and so she was very grateful that James was financially successful enough to make it possible for her to quit the pre-school and pursue her true passion as a writer. But that’s about the time things started to change. More and more James would come home work to find Ana passed out on the couch with maybe an empty bag of chips or the remains of some other snack on the coffee table. Less and less Ana was wearing anything other that baggy take top and those gray sweatpants. Initially none of this bothered him. He was happy to have his bride home when he entered the door and she looked so cute when she was asleep. And although those sweatpants were undeniably frumpy and not something he was used to seeing her wear so much, they really made her ass pop! But slowly the empty bags of chips became a fixture on the coffee table, and then one day it wasn’t a bag of chips, but a burger wrapper, then fries along with the burger, then the occasional shake. The sweatpants began to fill out and the tank top was becoming bit by bit, burger by burger, less baggy.
It happened so slowly he had hardly noticed. He can’t say when first he noticed the jiggle no longer being exclusively an action of the tits and ass. He can’t quite remember when he began to notice a bit more mass on top of him at night in bed. He can remember with horror the first time he witnessed his formerly young fit bride walked over to the freezer idly scratch the underside of the soft and suddenly prominent pooch protruding out from under the no-longer-baggy tank top and grab a pint of the precious and cursed Ben & Jerry’s and immediately and unself-conciously start shoveling it into her mouth, either not noticing or not caring as drips came off the haphazardly wielded spoon and falling onto her newly rotund and increasingly revealed abdomen, staining the poor, overworked tank top in the process. Then she walked back over to wear he was sitting on the couch, plopped down, plopped being the proper term for anytime she landed anywhere these days, futilely tugged the poor stained and overworked tank top over the exposed section of her belly, which in her current posture was practically resting on her lap, and asked in between scoops of full fat ice cream, “Hey James,” shovels in another mouthful of cream, ”do you think I might be, um,” another mouthful, “getting kinda fat?” Finishing off the question with yet another mouthful.
“Uh, n-no honey…” Unconsciously he gave her a once over with his eyes. He took note of the newly stained sweatpants, the little bit of belly that despite Ana’s best effort was refusing to be concealed, all the grease and ice cream stains covering that poor useless tank top, the way her bra straps were digging into her soft flesh, her double chin, and the residues of today’s gluttony splattered around her greedy chubby cheeks. But he couldn’t tell her all that and he didn’t want to believe that that was who his wife had become. “You’re still the same, uh, beautiful girl I married, and umm, like you’ll always be beautiful to me.”
“Awwe thanks, honey!” She leaned over and kissed him on the cheek with her greedy and sticky ice cream lips and continued, “I was a little bit worried, ‘cause I have to admit I have not been eating so well and maybe even over doing a bit too often lately, and especially since I haven’t been working, I was worried it might be catching up with me. But I really glad you haven’t noticed anything. I think I might get a gym membership either way. It couldn’t hurt.”
“Well, I think that’s probably a goo-”
“Ho, wait a minute!” Then she did something that was completely unprecedented in their whole relationship. She shifted over to one side and let out a fart! He was in utter shock, unsure what had just happened had actually happened. “Oh, man! A super burrito and large horchata for lunch. Really did a number on me.” Then she patted her gut triumphantly, slumped back on the couch, and continued her campaign against the pint of Ben & Jerry’s.
He just stared at her in shock for what seemed like forever. He tried to hang on to the afterthought of the gym membership and forget the rest like some kind of strange dream. He clung onto his denial ever-deteriorating denial for another month as the sweat pants got tighter, the tank top became less adequate, and the bill for a gym membership never arrived.
All of the past six months flashed through James’ head as he stood there staring at his two chinned, greedy, gluttonous, sloppy pig of a wife. He tried in vain to remember what wife had looked like six months ago, but all he could see was the bloated dirty slob before him now. His denial had finally shattered.
“Is this what you do every day while I’m at work?!” James was now yelling. “You wake up every morning, leave the house just to haul in a fat family’s worth of greasy food, stuff your face, take a nap, and wake up just to stuff yourself again? Jesus Christ, it’s only noon and you’ve already eaten enough food for the rest of the week! What’s wrong with you? Have you looked in a mirror? Do you go out like that? Those clothes are a mess! It’s like you’re advertising to the world that you’ve completely let yourself go! You’re a fat slob! You’re an overstuffed mess! When’s the last time you washed that tank top? It’s covered in food stains from weeks of gorging yourself on whatever treats your precious tummy desires! And it doesn’t even fit anymore! You just willing let that disgusting gut hang out for the world to see! Are you proud of this?” James reached over and grabbed on to the soft underside of her belly that was pouring onto her pants, the only soft part of that impressively distended gut and gave it a shake.
“Oohhh”, Ana involuntarily let out in an interesting combination of moan and whisper. Her belly was extremely sensitive being so over extended, but so perfectly satisfied, that it hurt when James shook it, but it wasn’t a moan of pain that escaped Ana’s lips, it was a moan of unknown pleasure. Something strange had been happening as James berated her over her sloppy, shameful gluttony. Her panties were getting soaked. Dangerously soaked, like to the point she was afraid they would soak right through her sweatpants and James would see what his intended humiliation was doing to her. And when he grabbed her uncomfortably distended gut and shook it she practically came.