chapter 4

The next morning, Saturday, started much the same as the night before. Morning sex, followed by breakfast. Today it was eggs in a basket, sausage, French toast, biscuits and gravy, hash-browns, and scrambled eggs, all in massive portions. As I started to put this massive plate together for him, my husband comes into the kitchen and interrupts.
"Why bother with a plate? Just throw everything into the pan you cooked it with. It is all going to the same place, and I cant really focus on taste after a while anyway," he says, walking up to me and holding me from behind. His hands go down to my waist and grab the bones that jut out. He spins me around and gets on his knees, kissing and licking the incredibly sunken in stomach.
"If i have to gain weight to arouse you, you have to bear the consequences of your actions."
I simply smile at him and tell him to go sit down. He sits at the table and looks up expectantly, his stomach already roaring with hunger, and his erection pressed tight against his incredibly tight underwear. It seems that overnight he underwent the most incredible transformation. His once tightly rounded stomach was now covered with what looked like two inches of thick, soft fat. His boxer band cut tightly into his stomach, producing a red mark. His thighs also thickened, and his boxers, once loose, also strained around the leg hole. It gave me an idea for later tonight.

I told him to get up and go sit on the couch in the living room. I followed him in, setting the overflowing cast iron skillet on the side table and settled in in between them, skillet to my left, my husband, facing me, to my right.
I felt his stomach with my right hand as I spoon fed him. Rubbing gently, helping the food settle, this feeding was more about his comfort than my increasingly wet pussy. Halfway through the meal, his stomach was back to as tight as it was yesterday, with the beautiful soft fat settled on top. I got on my knees in front of him and blew him. His dick was already so hard that it took less than a minute for him to cum. I got back up and forced the rest into his waiting mouth. When it was over, he looked at me expectantly, waiting for me to blow him or ride him again.
"Come shower with me, baby, then let's get dressed for a really special night I am planning."

The water was already heating up the bathroom by the time I stepped in. I could see my naked husband through the clear glass of our walk-in shower. His red marks were so severe from where his underwear used to be that I suddenly needed a shower for another reason all together. I stepped in behind him, my hands sinking into the soft fat that surrounded his sides and belly as I pulled myself closer to him. I started to run my hands up and down his belly, feeling the new layer over the still hard bulge of his stomach. He turned around, his massive erection pressing hard against me. He pushed me against the cold shower wall and grabbed my ass. I wrapped my legs around him and leaned back, letting him and the wall fully support me as I wiggled into position for his dick to enter me. His warm dick felt incredible as it pushed into me, and I could feel his hard stomach slap against my incredibly concave stomach. Harder and harder, faster and faster, until he came inside of me, releasing all the pent up excitement from this morning. I begged him to keep going, and his dick was already more than willing to oblige. His semen covered penis entered me yet again and we spent fifteen minutes locked inside of each other before he came again. We finished showering and started to get dressed for the fun night I was planning.
I went to the room and pulled out my favourite outfit to see him in. Black jeans that hugged his former body tightly and a dark blue button up shirt with sleeves he rolled up to make his arms look even more impressive than they already did. Both of these things I knew would be too small for him now. I handed them to him and watched as he struggled to get his jeans over his thick thighs and then again struggle to zip and button them. Once buttoned, his belly spilled over the top of the waistband like toothpaste put of a tube. He then threw on the button up and scrunched the sleeves up before starting the endeavor to close the shirt around him. He started at the top and found each button was increasingly harder to close. The buttons around the apex of his stomach strained so hard I could almost see them getting paid for how hard they were working. He decided to tuck in the shirt to his pants, as if that would hide any recent and unexpected weight gain.
Since it was his last night, a special night, I put on a new blue dress that I had been saving for special occasions. It clung so tightly to me that I could count my individual ribs. I wore no underwear and no bra, I didn't really have much to hold up anyway with my barely A cup boobs. We got into the car looking like the most bizarrely matched couple in existence.

I drove him to a buffet and he groaned, understanding my intentions for his last night with me. We went in and paid, and I told him to sit down and wait for me to bring him food. The first plate was all carbs. A loaf of french bread, pasta with Alfredo sauce, a bowl of gnocchi covered in a thick sauce of its own, and an entire plate of mashed potatoes with garlic butter.
"This is round one, so eat quickly. The faster you eat what I tell you to, the faster we can go home."
He started to dig in and didn't slow down at all. Once he finished I has him chug a sprite. His stomach was already starting to bloat and I was already starting to get wet. I jumped up to grab his next plate after handing him a second sprite to nurse. This round was all meats. Four racks of ribs, a 16 ounce sirloin, and three country style pork chops smothered in a rue on a bed of more garlic butter mashed potatoes. I came back and triumphantly set the plate in front of him. I told him this was the second to last plate, and reminded him that the faster he ate, the faster we got out of here. He quickly started to dig in.
His stomach was already bloating from the mixture of carbs and fizzy drinks, and it brushed up against the table. His buttons on his shirt started to strain as gaps between each button appeared. The thick layer of fat oozed between each button, pushing them even farther apart. Each labored breath he took pulled the fabric even harder, and my goal seemed closer than ever. I scooted to the other side of the table for this plate and looked down at his jeans. His growing stomach completely ate the jeans waste-band, and pulled his once tucked shirt a good four inches out of the pants. I grabbed his free hand and placed it on my thigh, angling myself completely towards him. I pulled his fingers to my dripping pussy and leaned into his side. I licked his ear lightly and moaned as he made contact, while my other hand felt his chub turn into a full blown erection. I started to rub and he started to eat faster. I reminded him in a whisper that the faster he ate, the faster we would leave, and his eating became frenzied. Just as I felt his cock start to pulse I pulled my hand away and moved to the other side of the table. I watched his face as he felt the pain of edging so closely and in public. He ate the last few bites and I left to get the last plate.
Dessert was my favourite because there was always room for it, no matter how full. I filled a serving bowl full of ice cream and placed two slices of hot blueberry pie on top. I also grabbed half a dozen cinnamon buns. I made him two root beer floats and walked over with his last challenge. He looked defeated.
"I am so fucking full babe, I really can't eat anymore."
I then told him he didn't have to, but that we would sit here all night until he finished what I brought him. I locked eyes with him and started fingering myself under the table, moaning softly. He started with the cinnamon buns, eating slowly.
His stomach now pushed the table away from him at a slight angle. He finished all six buns and started on one of the floats. The carbonation plus the buns was what did the trick. I could see his stomach moving. It was growing outward quickly. His buttons strained around the apex of his beach ball belly. A loud ping sounded as the middle button flew off and hit the metal covered wall. The next three buttons pinged off in rapid fire after the first, leaving his belly to jump through the middle. That cause the lower fabric to tear away under the weight , exposing him from the stomach down. He now wore a cape, but was soon freed from that too after his first deep breath in from embarrassment ripped away the remaining buttons. His front was now completely exposed, and all in a matter of seconds. He made a motion like he was going to leave, but then looked up at me in shock and horror.
"I'm stuck."
I looked at him, heard those words, and came. After taking a second to clean myself up as discreetly as possible, i stood and started to pull my massive husband out of the seat. After some time and an embarrassing retreat to the car, we were on our way home.