chapter 3

Now both Sarah and her mom were crying. Mom sobbed, "Oh Sarah dearest that is the sweetest thing I have ever heard! You are such a wonderful wife! You are taking such good care of Will and helping him get so nice and fat!" Mom tickled Sarah's plump bottom along one of her deep panty lines. "But dear you need to take care of your figure too. It's not fair to Will, to get him nice and fat and round and not put on more weight and get fatter for him too!"

"Oh don't worry Mom, I have gained nearly fourty pounds since I became Will's "feeder". I am up to two hundred and fourty-eight pounds!" Sarah giggled and patted her round belly and fat bottom. Sarah and her Mom hugged, "Sarah dear you do feel so nice and soft."

Just then I waddled into the kitchen. My indulgence, supported and encouraged by the entire family was showing on my huge protruding belly, which was swaying back and forth as I waddled in. Sarah's Mom exclaimed, "Oh Will dear you look so wonderful! I just love your big, round heavy tummy!" She gave my belly an affection poke. "Thanks Mom, I really love having a nice big belly, thanks to Sarah taking such good care of me, I'm sure it is going to get even bigger!"

We all laughed at that comment. Sarah giggled, "Oh I can't weight to feed you some more, so your belly gets bigger and fatter!" Sarah's Mom started to cry, "I am going to miss having you two around! I just love watching you both eat so much and enjoying yourselves!" Sarah sunk her hands into my soft, jiggling belly and love handles. "Mom we can come for Christmas if you would like us to." "Oh Sarah that would be wonderful, oh please do come. But Will shouldn't you go see your family?" I chuckled, "I have not told my family about my or I should our, new lifestyle. I am pretty sure my mom will not appreciate all the weight of have gained this year." "That settles it, then you two will be back again at Christmas."

We left on Sunday and drove back home. I continued to gain weight, though not quite as quickly as before, that is until Sarah started her Christmas baking. I have always had a voracious sweet tooth, so the bulk of Sarah's baking went in my mouth and onto my waist!
I gained twenty more pounds between Thanksgiving and Christmas. My waist now was pushing sixty inches! I wore sweat pants and t-shirts or just underpants and t-shirts around the house. Sarah doted on me, fixing huge meals and making sure I had more than enough to snack on. Sarah herself put on another fifteen pounds her own weight up to two hundred and forty four pounds.

We went to Wal-Mart to get some clothes for us to wear to her folks for Christmas. She picked out some bright red granny panties and bras for herself. We picked out to holiday theme briefs for me and a bright red set of XXXL sweats.

When we got to her folk's house a couple of days before Christmas, her Mom greeted us at the door. "Oh my, look at you two! You both look so wonderful with your adorable round tummies! I just want to poke you both to make your tummies jiggle like jello!" Sarah and I laughed, stuck out our fat round bellies and exclaimed, "Go ahead!"

Sarah's Mom stuffed Sarah and I like Christmas geese. We barely had to lift a finger and her Mom would bring us treats and snacks. I must have drunk a couple gallons of egg nog, not to mention dozens of cookies, fudge and candy. I thought Sarah was a great feeder! Her Mom was unbelievable, Sarah and I looked like we would explode after every meal!

All of our Christmas presents from her folks were eating related. We just sat around the tree on the living room floor stuffing ourselves all morning. We her Mom announced dinnertime I had a hard time getting up, so full and so fat!

We waddled to our room. We started to change into our "outfits" for dinner. Sarah had a cute red dress, with matching lingerie. She had so much to eat during the morning that it barely fit. The dress was riding up on her round bottom and bloated belly, you could see a glimpse of her bright red panties! My red sweats fit, but skin tight fit. Sarah giggled, "Oh Will, you have "VPL's". I poked her belly, "Well at least you can't see my briefs!"

Sarah's mom fed us relentlessly. By the end of the meal Sarah and I looked like we would explode! My sweat shirt rode up on my engorged belly, the waist band cut into my belly creating a roll of fat on top of the band and another below it. Sarah's belly pushed up against her boobs, lifting the hem of the dress up revealing her bright red bikini panties with a serious roll of belly fat sagging over the waist band.
The rest of the week between Christmas and New Year's Eve, Sarah and I over-indulged, stuffing ourselves, being stuffed by her Mom and just enjoying a lazy and gluttonous lifestyle. I weighted my self early on the 31st. I weighed three hundred and ninety four pounds. I was disappointed; my New Year's resolution was to weigh over four hundred pounds . While watching football bowl games I ate as much as I could without being too obvious, getting pretty stuffed. Sarah looked over at me, my huge belly bulging up in the air, "Will you okay, honey are you getting enough to eat? How about another beer?" "Yeah Babe that would be great and maybe another bowl of party mix ,too." Sarah smiled, "Will is everything okay, you seem down since you came back from out room." "I am a little disappointed in myself, Sarah." "How come dearest, I am so proud of you eating so well and gaining so much weight this year." "That's it Sarah, I made a resolution to weigh three hundred pounds by New Year's Day, and I am only at two hundred ninety four pounds when I weighed myself."

Sarah hefted herself off of the couch and waddled over to me. She was dressed in a tight t-shirt, riding up on her own substantial belly, and a pair of tight black stretch pants. Her thighs made a whistling sound as they brushed up against one another as she literally waddled. She bent down and poked my belly and smiled, with tears in her eyes, "Will you are the best husband ever! I am going to tell Mom about your goal/resolution, don't worry about this." She poked my belly again and waddled off to talk to her Mom.

"Mom, we need to talk!" "What is it dear, you seem upset." "It's Will, Mom, he is upset that he did not reach his weight goal." "Oh dear, how much does he want to weigh?" Sarah was crying now, "He wants to weigh 310 on New Year's Day! He only weighs two hundred and ninety four pounds. He is so wonderful wanting to get so fat for me! I can't disappoint him!" Sarah's Mom hugged her, "Sarah, don't you worry. We will fatten up your chubby hubby!"

Sarah and her mom started to plan their assault on my waist line. "Sarah, you get Will up around midnight and bring him down here, we will do some "night feedings". Sarah giggled with delight, "Oh Mom I can't weight, I love feeding Will!" Sarah and Mom fixed some plates of leftovers to feed me with later on. Sarah brought out another beer for me and a bigger bowl of party mix and some buttered pop corn which I dutifully pounded down. An hour later, Sarah feigned being tried from eating so much food today and coaxed me up to bed.

Midnight rolled around, "Will honey, I'm hungry again, let's go down to the kitchen and get something to eat." I had no problem with eating more food and especially if Sarah was going to eat more too! " Sure babe, let me pull on a t-shirt ." We waddled downstairs, Sarah's Mom was weighting for us with huge plates covered with rich food and all nice and hot. Sarah and I stuffed ourselves! We went back up to bed full and bloated around one fifteen.

I heard Sarah get up around six, I did not think anything of it until she and her mom came into our room with a huge tray covered in rich breakfast goodies. "Whoa Babe, is this all for me?" Sarah giggled, "Yes honey it is. I want you to make your goal!" "Yes! Oh honey this is great, I am going to get to three hundred no problem eating like this!"

I cleaned the tray, getting absolutely engorged with all the rich food. I just lay in bed for two more hours, then took a shower and went down stairs to eat again! I ate a massive lunch, snacking, dinner, desserts, night feeding and breakfasts.

New Year's Eve we celebrated our weight gaining year be getting obliterated with food. On New Year's morning Sarah got me up, no easy task as fat and lazy as I was, we waddled into the bathroom and I stood on the scale. The dial spun to three hundred and eighteen pounds!

I barely had anything to wear home I got so much fatter at my in-laws house. Sarah and I loved our new obese lifestyle. We slowed both of our gaining so we would not become immobile and lived fat and happy ever after.