chapter 4

Night after night Bob found it harder and harder to resist all the good food his gorgeous wife was preparing and it was really beginning to show. Up another twenty pounds to 265 pounds, Bob was quickly transitioning out of being Vivian's cute and chubby hubby and into a proper fatty. Everything on Bob had softened and was growing flabby, and most devilishly noted by Vivian was Bob's swelling hips and growing moobs.

It wasn't like Bob couldn't see what was happening to him, he could, and it scared the hell out of him. He was working out, and reducing his daily caloric intake to virtually nothing, except for the big dinners Vivian prepared for him every night. And at night, hungry from starving himself all day, Bob ate like a lumberjack.
He just couldnt help himself.

Although Vivians cooking had somehow gone gormet overnight, even Bob was astounded by just how much he was easily able to put down now at one sitting. It was like he had a wooden leg or something. Needless to say, it was all the intense after bedtime feedings that were truly expanding Bob's belly and its capacity for food.

As for Vivian, she was in heaven watching her handsome and chubby husband struggling to do his best to lose weight, only to see the numbers on the scale growing ever so larger by the day. She loved secretly watching Bob sucking in his small gut just to get his pants barely buttoned over his ever increasing roll of belly fat.

Bob on the other hand was perplexed and mortified by the whole situation. He had brought up the possibility of low testosterone again with his wife, but Vivian put that idea to rest with one stroke of her hand over his small but soft belly and down to his raging cock.

"See", she said gripping Bob's dick firmly, "No problem with testosterone. And you can trust me, I'm a doctor", she said before gently squeezing his belly with her other hand while stroking his hard cock. Then Bob's belly let out a huge and angry growl in protest.

"Wow, looks like my big man in hungry she said gripping both his cock and belly tight within her grasps.

"Y, y, yeah, I guess I am", admitted the embarrassed fat boi, "Guess we better get something to eat", said Bob sheepishly.