Chapter 1 - the plan (1)

A smile crept over Chris' face as he pushed in the clutch and rev-matched perfectly from 3rd to 2nd gear. Letting it out before the hairpin turn in front of him, he gradually gave it some gas as he reached the apex. He let the humming engine rev to about 5800 RPM before he hit the clutch in once more and shifted up again, giving it even more gas into the straightaway leading into the valley. He loved this time of year, October was in full swing - the temperature was crisp but not so cold he couldn't comfortably drive with the windows down. It was a beautiful sunny day as the mountain road opened up into the valley. Bright and vivid colors dotted the tree canopy stretching out into the distance with deep yellows, oranges, reds, and still some green mixed in. His smile was equal parts enjoyment from driving like he was a reckless teenager again and thinking of the plan that he had set into motion, which hopefully would finally all fall into place.

As he pulled up the gravel driveway towards his stately new home, he spotted his kids - ages 3 and 2, sprinting around the yard with that almost drunken wobbly gait that toddlers have. On the porch swing out front, his wife Tiffany smiled and waved. As he slowly rolled up the long driveway, she hoisted herself with a grunt off of the porch swing and waddled her way down the front steps. Chris noted to himself that at almost 9 months pregnant, she was looking much more spherical this time around than with the previous two. He had listened in quite closely at their final doctor's appointment prior to her impending delivery, she wasn't much heavier than she had been with their daughter - standing 5 foot 7 inches, she topped out this pregnancy around 180 pounds. Nevertheless she quite simply looked larger than the last time. He thought perhaps he was imagining it, or perhaps it was mostly bloat or water weight but as his swollen wife waddled down the front walkway - burgeoning belly swaying out in front of her, he was completely certain that this was the largest he had ever seen her.

It was about time in his opinion. Chris loved Tiffany, that's why he married her, but she had always been a skinny little waif. They had met 6 years prior - she was a rail thin 105 pounds at the time. She had been sporting somewhat short ear length light blonde hair, well defined yet softly feminine facial features, smallish B cup breasts, and a compact, tight ass. It wasn't that Tiffany was anorexic or a workout junkie - on the contrary she rarely exercised, was quite lazy, and didn't keep a particularly watchful eye on her diet. What she did have was an extremely active metabolism that burned through calories like a wildfire. When Chris had met her at the party of a mutual friend, he initially blew her off. He saw a scrawny young woman and was not immediately enthused by her appearance. He had always been attracted to fat women - not just "chubby" or a little on the pudgy side either, he loved FAT women. Big, obese, gluttonous, lazy girls whose major ambitions in life were to eat, relax, have sex and make babies. Tiffany didn't fit this bill at first glance, but she persisted beyond Chris' curt reception of her when he caught her eye across the room. She had approached him and managed to get him talking. Then laughing. Then giggling and sharing awkward silences. She was a fun conversationalist and good company, and that combination along with a lot of shared likes, dislikes and values meant they hit it off pretty well.

Before he knew what had happened, Chris fell for Tiffany's friendly and upbeat personality. He felt it a bit ironic that he was starting a very serious relationship with a girl that most other guys would love to be with. Tiffany was thin, outgoing, funny - with a dorky sense of humor, and he felt mildly guilty knowing he loved her almost in spite of how she looked. It wasn't that she was unattractive, but he couldn't help but lust for her to become something more than she currently was. He knew it was wrong, wanting to mold her into something she wasn't, but he was also certain that in every other conceivable way that matterd she was the right woman for him. He told himself this was a long term investment: find the perfect woman in every way besides one, and then let marriage and children take care of the rest. He told himself that most women with a loving husband who are staying at home with the kids and don't feel the pressure to maintain their appearance would succumb to a fat lifestyle sooner or later, and surely Tiffany would as well. He never worked up the courage to tell her of his preferences, since he was terrified that she would freak out if she knew he had concealed this from her.

Chris was patient, he loved Tiffany and was willing to wait for her to grow. The only problem was that progress came extremely slowly. Tiffany's metabolism was like a stubborn mule. He had spent years when they were first married coaxing her subtly to engage in fat girl behaviors. He would bring her fast food meals late at night and goad her into eating a snack. He would buy her a large instead of a medium, show up with an extra milkshake, grab cookies and muffins at the grocery store to leave laying around the house. All of this was done under the guise of a loving husband who just wanted to make his wife happy. That wasn't necessarily untrue, it was simply half the story. His wife would partake, but around the home by herself she wasn't much of a natural glutton. She was streaky, sometimes she ate like a champion, other times she seemed to get caught up and forget to even get hungry at all. All the while her metabolism burned through any extra calories like they weren't even there. Chris was not deterred however, Tiffany did put on a little bit of weight, just not nearly what he had in mind. Still, he had other plans for her.

He thought surely after a pregnancy or two she would start to balloon. She had gained painfully slowly to about 128 after a few years of marriage when she became pregnant with their son. Chris went all out with his feeder tendencies, again under the guise of a thoughtful husband caring for his pregnant wife. For the first time ever, his wife developed a voracious appetite and was mindlessly stuffing everything in sight into her mouth. After some ups and downs in her first trimester, there was nothing she couldn't eat. Her natural laziness kept her plastered to the couch most of the time, and months of fast food and pizza binges finally put a bit of weight on her. She ended up gaining 40 pounds over the course of the pregnancy, peaking at 168. The whole experience was surprising to her, but she knew she was going to gain weight while pregnant and wasn't very worried about the extra pounds. After giving birth, she dropped 15 of those in the first two weeks, and then another 5 over the next few months. Her eating habits leveled out, losing the voracious appetite to return to her pre-pregnancy peckishness. She shrunk down from her delivery weight to 148 lbs. She had a tiny little pooch belly, perhaps a bit more meat on her hips, thighs, arms, and some stretch marks lining her stomach from the baby bump. Her breasts had gone up two cup sizes, but aside from that she looked like a normal mostly-fit woman. It was then that Chris decided to double down. About 4 months after giving birth, as soon as Tiffany had been given some time to recover and regain her libido, she became pregnant with their daughter.

Chris had high hopes with a starting weight of 148 but Tiffany's morning sickness was stronger than expected this time around, and by the time she made it to the 2nd trimester she hadn't really gained any weight. This was compounded by the problem of certain flavor sensitivities. With their son, she had cravings for anything and everything. With their daughter, she found certain pizzas, ketchup, and sugary foods inexplicably repulsive. She read a bit about it - sometimes hormones during pregnancy give the mother food aversions as much as they give her cravings. She still ate, but the gain was more modest than her first pregnancy. Tiffany delivered at 178 pounds, and this time she dropped 20 of it almost immediately, settling back down at 158. Another 6 months of recovering and her metabolism and muted appetite returned, she actually lost another 8 pounds. After two children, Tiffany had only netted 22 extra pounds. She still had a little pooch belly, larger breasts, the beginnings of a tiny double chin, and some almost imperceptible cellulite and arm flab, but overall at 5'7 she was still looking pretty trim for a mother of two. After thinking about his dilemma, and spending too many late nights shamefully gawking at fatties on the internet - wishing his wife could join their ranks, he finally hatched a new plan.