Keeping Her Sub in His Place

Chapter 1

Time had passed since Dayna asked me to try on that sports bra over a year ago. My weight was 315 pounds at that time and the fat on my body was mounding in different places. I had developed my own breasts which Dayna and I both enjoyed. Dayna had encouraged me to 320 pounds. It was a comfortable spot to stop. Life’s challenges became numerous.

When going places, we always had to be mindful of seating as booths were not practical. And, seating that the general population used generally had challenges. But we had learned which places fit our lifestyle, places with strong chairs and big portions. With my round face and overall fat body, my large chest had just looked like a fat man’s chest (the sports bras worked as intended).

Life had its routines. I no longer needed to go to the second floor of my home. On the rare occasions that I needed to, and Dayna was not present, I would take my time climbing the stairs. As I did, I could feel the weight of my belly swaying. As each leg stepped up, the fat would roll onto the top of my thigh. I was mindful of the flesh above my knees. The slow climb up the steps had become a tiring, but exciting adventure. When descending, I always had to be mindful of my footing. My center-of-gravity had changed with the weight. I would take one step and stop to regain my balance. Those times alone and on the steps were the scariest.

I had given Dayna control of my growth. When I was in the mid-320’s, she decided that it was good, for now, to stop and enjoy what I had grown into. In general, I was consuming 5,000 to 6,000 calories per day just to maintain my weight. This was pretty easy to accomplish as Dayna had me on a general diet of high-calorie, high-carb foods. I had no restrictions on what I could eat, but though general habit I ate about the same every day.

My life was pretty sedentary and I had little contact with people outside of my house. I worked from my home. I had stopped gaining and had a good set of work clothes and business casual attire. When Dayna and I wanted to have a “fattening” experience, we could incorporate an evening of food and tight attire. Even if I gained a pound or two in the process, at my size it was not noticeable and it turned us both on. On occasion, we would make plans to go out.

This one Saturday, we were in the mood for southern buffet. I was already dreaming of the fried chicken and peach cobbler. The owners recognized us and smile when they saw me walk in. They knew that they were not going to make any money on me, but they knew I enjoyed the five plates that I usually had. Dayna was a light eater by comparison and they thought it was cute how she would fix me a full plate just as I was finishing my existing plate. This trip was sparked something in Dayna.

We had arrived just before 5 PM. I had traded in my SUV for a small van with a side door and captain’s seats. Dayna drove, as usual. I could step into the side of the van and sit in the chair. A seat belt extender was required for safety. We walked into the restaurant and got a table in the corner. Lewd comments about my girth had become commonplace. We learned to ignore them and I never felt shame about the amount I could eat. Dayna was very supportive even when she felt the embarrassment.

As we were sitting at our table, a mountain of fried chicken and bisques in front of me, a couple walked in. The woman waddled slightly. As she turned, I could see the shelf of fat over her glutes extend outwards. The pants she was wearing could not hide the cellulite bubbles. I must have been focused and Dayna noticed. She grabbed my hand and asked what was the matter. I said, “nothing”. After a few moments she got me to admit that I was admiring that body. The look on Dayna’s face demanded further explanation.

“It’s not lusts for her.” I said “I was admiring how her fat ass rolls. Wish I could roll like that.”

Dayna started paying attention to her. Not in a mean way, but as to study her. The topic changed back to us. We had a night of television and relaxation planned. We finished up and were back home by 6:30. I had taken off my bra and put on sweats. I dozed in and out of sleep until we went to bed.

Sunday morning started early. I moved slow in the mornings now and in stages. I rolled out of bed and focused on my steps. I walked into my dining room. I used to sit at the head of the table, but the sides were not as narrow. I had a heavy oak chair that I sat in. I brewed coffee in my Keurig and sat down. Dayna was finishing her shower. At my size, moving around took effort. So, I avoided it when possible. I sat patiently waiting for Dayna hoping that we would have breakfast soon. After that, I’d get my shower and then figure out what we could do for the day.

From my chair, I could see Dayna walking in our bedroom. He had a towel wrapped around her head and one around her body. She saw me looking. She opened the dresser and held up one her pieces of lingerie that she knew I liked. It showed off her bulges and belly and was very snug. I smiled and finished my coffee then walked torwards our bedroom.

“Let me get a shower and brush my teeth.” I said as I kissed her on the cheek.

Even though I had a seat installed in the shower, I was always mindful of falling and breaking something, including myself. Showering took up to 30 minutes sometimes as moving around had challenges. After I finished, I slowly stepped out of the shower and dried myself off as best I that I could. I stared in the mirror at my fat body. Being this fat was a turn on. Seeing the little rolls on my hips, the white cellulite rolls on my thighs, the large chest and my big belly hanging over my cock was always a turn on. Sex had become challenging. Even when fully erect, I could only penetrate Dayna a few inches. She always satisfied me.

I stepped into our bedroom and saw her laying on the bed. When I sat on the bed, the mattress sank a few inches and she fell torwards me. It took a few moments for us to let the fat settle. I need time to catch my breath. As I lay there, Dayna laid her head on my chest and started fondling my belly. She would slide her hand under my belly and press her fingers in to the mound at the base of my cock.

“Pretty soon we’re gonna have to really look hard.” She’d smile and then work her hands over my shaft. As I got hard, I’d lay back as we both worked to pull my stomach back. She would slide on top of me and hold on. Sometimes, it was on both sides of my belly. Other times, it would be by my chest. I was helpless and I enjoyed it. We had finished and laid silently for a while. The only noise was the sound of the air conditioner and birds chirping. Dayna had rolled over to face me and put her palm on my belly.

“So, I was thinking about the way you were staring at that lady yesterday at the restaurant.”

Oh boy, here it comes, I thought to myself.

“What did you notice about her that you liked so much?” She asked.

I replied, “Did you see the mounts of fat bulging and moving as she walked? I was thinking how much I’d like that.”

Dayna grabbed a roll of belly apron and gently shook it.

“You’re not built like her, obviously. And you may never have the same type of cellulite distribution as she does. But, I gotta admit, a few more pounds on you would look hot.”

I smiled. My mind was racing. Life already had its challenges and I had become used to this size. But I didn’t care. I did my best to roll torwards Dayna and give her a kiss.

“Whenever you’re ready.” I said.

We quickly got cleaned and walked into our living room. I sat in a wide wooden rocking chair. Dayna brought me more coffee and some donuts that were in the fridge.

“We’re going to have to start with measurements, pictures and the scale again.” She said.

That was something we had not done in a while.

We agreed on pizza for dinner. The discussion of how much weight I was to gain and how fast did not come up in conversation. It didn’t matter to me at this point. I did ask Dayna if she would help me with body lotion again. As she fattened me up before, I could feel my skin itching as my body was swelling from the new fat. She helped me reached parts that I could not long do on my own. It eased with the itching and minimized stretch marks. Dayna was deep in thought and staring into her laptop. We watched television and snacked through the afternoon. I was exhausted from sex in the morning. At my size, even a moderate amount of thrusting and movement can leave me tired for the day.

“I wonder what size I should get you.” She said out loud.

I replied, “I don’t know. My shirts are 4X or 5X depending on the manufacturer.”

“You let me take care of that.” She said as she closed her laptop. She got up and walked towards me. “Let’s go get your measured and ready for your ‘Fattening’”

I walked behind her pulling at my shirt. Its amazing how fabric gets pulled into all the folds. I stripped to nothing. As ordered, I moved so she could take pictures. She sat on the bed and called me over. She used a tape measure to take measurements around my ankle, calves, thighs, hips, belly chest and neck. As she wrote them down, she compared them to notes from the prior year.

“You’re calves grew over an inch. Must be muscle forming under that fat to carry you around.”

She’d shake different parts of me and smile. She walked me to the scale. I could not read the numbers and she didn’t tell me what it was.

“Ok, get dressed.” She said as she took her notes and left the room.

I sat in my chair and slowly got dressed. I was scared and excited at the idea of intentionally gaining again. I wondered how much she had in mind. 10 pounds? 20 pounds? 100 pounds?