chapter 16

New Year’s Eve came around and each couple found a different way to celebrate. Brittney and Matt got a hotel room downtown and celebrated in the hotel ballroom with flowing champagne and an endless buffet. While they drank more than their share of champagne, it was the buffet that they really dug into. Corrie and John went to a neighborhood potluck party and ate more than they brought. Fortunately, everyone brought a lot, so it there was enough food for everyone else. Although some at the party wondered if they were going to get anything to eat, the way Corrie and John were putting it away. Debbie and Ken ordered two extra large pizzas and watched the ball drop on TV in their living room. The pizza also came with bread sticks, which they also ate. By the time midnight came, they were ready for more, so out of the freezer came the ice cream. And a generous dollop of chocolate syrup.

On New Year’s Day they all gathered at Brittney and Matt’s house. It was late afternoon, since no one wanted to get up early. They were all gathered in the kitchen, and considering their new sizes, it was a good thing that it was a big kitchen. The holidays had been good to Matt. He was now an impressive 270 pounds. His belly stuck way out in front of him, and was beginning to hang. His butt was broad with massive love handles. Brittney was no waif herself. The 200 pound barrier was now behind her. And a lot of her butt was behind her. And her hips and thighs bulged out to her sides. She was now a hefty 220 pounds.

John didn’t yet weigh 300 pounds, but it was obvious that he would soon. Corrie had measured his waist, which was over 60 inches. Since his height was 72 inches, Corrie had fantasies of her husband having a waist size that was more than his height. Corrie had also embraced her weight gain. She was now 245 pounds. Her bust was a sight to behold. She needed custom bras now, which happens once the EEE range is reached. Those massive breasts rested on a comfortable belly, which spread around to broad, fleshy hips.

Debbie and Ken had gone from skin and bones to comfortably fat. Ken was now 240 pounds. His belly had to be close to 100 pounds of his weight, since very little fat had gathered around his hips and legs. Debbie loved coming up behind him and kneading that great, round belly of his. Debbie hadn’t quite crossed 200, yet. At 195, it was only a matter of time before she worked her way through the 200’s. Her formerly slight frame was now well padded, with thick hips, thick thighs, and a jiggly belly.

Matt stepped over to the kitchen island, which was covered with snacks. His belly pushed up against the edge of the island, and he reached over and grabbed a handful of chips. “Need a longer reach, now that my big belly is in the way,” he laughed. Brittney spoke up. “Your big belly? Uh uh, buddy, that big belly belongs to me. I’m the one that put that belly on you.” To emphasize her point, she poked his belly with her index finger, like he was the Pillsbury Doughboy. Matt chuckled. “We’ll call it a cooperative project, since I was the one that ate all that wonderful food that you made me.”

John had been 195 pounds the previous spring, which meant that he had gained over 100 pounds. “Hell Matt, I’ve gained, what, honey, 120, 130 pounds since Corrie and I have been married? I’d say that you’re still kind of skinny compared to me.”

“I think I should get a prize for starting out as the skinniest and growing the biggest belly,” Ken chimed in. He had a point. Since almost all his weight had gone to his belly, it stuck way out in front of the rest of him, like a beach ball was attached to the front of him.

“You know what?” Brittney asked with a laugh. I’ll bet these bellies are big enough that they could rest them on the countertop!” Corrie and Debbie shrieked with laughter. Debbie added through her laughter, “They are! We should have a contest to see whose belly covers the most countertop!” The boys looked at each other and shrugged. Hell, the girls were right, their bellies were plenty big enough to rest on the counter.

“C’mon, take your shirts off and put your bellies on the island,” Corrie said. “Let’s see whose belly covers the most!” Well, why not indulge the girls? All three of the guys took off his shirt, lifted up his belly, stepped up to the island counter and lay his belly down. All three of them covered a good bit of the counter, but it was John’s belly that went the farthest out.

“Just a minute, I want a picture,” Debbie said, and before anyone could say anything, she had her phone out and took several shots. Everyone gathered around her to look at the pictures, laughing and pointing.

“All right girls, you got pictures of our bellies on the counter, now let’s see yours!” Matt said. The other two guys added their agreement, that it was only fair. So the girls pulled up their shirts and pulled their bellies over their jeans. They lay their bellies on the counter and Matt took pictures. Corrie’s belly was the biggest, and Debbie’s the smallest. She’d gained a lot of weight, but it was more to her hips and rear than her belly.

Brittney grinned a little smugly, “Girls, I’d say we fattened these boys up pretty well this year, right?” That got a chorus of cheers from Corrie and Debbie. Corrie raised her glass. “A toast! Here’s to having chubby hubbies!” The boys also toasted to that, with everybody laughing and clinking glasses.

“And to our, um, curvaceous wives, may they get more curvaceous every day!” Added Ken, to which they all clinked glasses and drank.

There was a pause as everyone took a swallow of their drinks. Debbie said, quietly, “This year has been a huge change for me. I was living the way I thought that I was supposed to. I thought being skinny was the right way to be. I mean, everyone kind of expected me to be skinny, so I was skinny.”

“We all were watching our weight,” added Corrie. “That was supposed to be normal.”

“Hell, I was embarrassed about my little pot belly,” John joined in. “I thought I was being weak for not exercising more.”

“I guess it’s ironic that because I was arrogant enough to think I could control Matt,” Brittney said, putting her head on his shoulder, “we all discovered that we like getting fat.”

“And we like fattening up the one we’re with,” said Corrie with a greedy grin.
“That brings up the question, girls,” asked Brittney. “How much fatter are we going to make these boys in this New Year?”

“Not so fast, girls,” Matt interjected. “I don’t know about you guys,” looking around the kitchen, “but I’m going to make sure that Brittney gains every bit as much weight as I do. And that,” he said putting his arm around Brittney’s plump waist, “is going to be a lot.”

“That’s a great New Year’s resolution!” John said. “Guys, lets resolve that by next year our wives have bellies that are as big as ours are today.”

“Which means,” Brittney added, patting her husband’s belly, “the boy’s bellies will be twice as big!”