Chapter 3 - confection confessions

When Jon gets to the bedroom, Margo is only in her bra and panties. She’s laying on the bed, expectantly. He takes a moment to relish in her body. All her curves and rolls. They way her breasts pour out of her bra. She didn’t always look like this. But, he loves the way she carries the extra weight.

Jon places the pies on the bed and joins his wife.

“Where should we start?” he asks, looking over at her.

Margo studies the pies for a moment.

“I’m going to feed you,” she says definitively. “And when you can’t take any more, you’re going to feed me.”

“And then we’ll have food coma sex,” Jon offers.

Margo chuckles, “Yes, and then we’ll have chubby, food coma sex.”

With that, she grabs a spoonful of pie and feeds her husband. She places one hand on his rounded belly and encourages him on. She feeds him spoonful after spoonful, feeling herself become more and more wet. He’s expanding under her hand. His body making room for more food.

“Okay,” he finally breathes, “Your turn.”

Margo hands him the spoon and stretches back against the pillows. Jon feeds her patiently. He imagines her body growing heavy and fat. Rolls spilling out from her sides. Her belly expanding and jiggling outward. Her breasts becoming rounder, larger, and finally ripping out of her bra. He imagines a double chin forming. Her hips rounding. Her ass ballooning.

This fantasy is too much for him. After feeding Margo her fill of pie, he slides on top of her. They make love – their bodies jiggling against each other in the darkness. He pours whipped cream into her mouth, and Margo eats it eagerly. They climax – Margo first, and then Jon soon after. They roll back onto the bed, trying to catch their breath.

“Margo?” Jon asks, nervously.

“Yes, Jon?”

“Margo, I . . . I have a confession to make.”

Margo is silent, waiting.

“I really love the way your body looks lately. You are . . . irresistible to me. I don’t want this to become anything weird, and I don’t want to pressure you to do anything that you’re not comfortable with – but, I really just . . . uh. I want to . . .”

“Make me fatter?” Margo offers.

Jon is stunned into silence. So, she knows.

“Only if you want,” he adds, his voice a whisper.

Margo is silent for a moment, and Jon worries about what she’s thinking. He’s never told her anything like this before – if only because he never realized how much he needed this. Over the past few years, as they’ve both gained weight, he’s realized how much he loves this. Them. And all their combined chubbiness. He’s loved watching Margo grow, even encouraging her to indulge at times. He bought her new clothes and then he watched with erotic glee as she grew out of them.

He watched himself grow too. He watched the number on the bathroom scale creep higher and higher. He noticed how his usually lean physique steadily became softer, pudgier, rounder. It was both horrifying and fascinating. Sometimes, he’d creep into the kitchen at night, stuff his face with leftovers and ice cream, and then go back to bed. In the morning, he’d weigh himself just to see how much he’d gained. It felt forbidden – this gaining for pleasure. And it turned him on.

He loves that his old jeans didn’t fit anymore. He loves the way his belly jiggles when he walks. He loves the new fat that wraps around his arms, his legs, and hangs under his chin. He loves this new body, and he’s excited to see where this gaining experiment will lead.

And he wants Margo to join him for the ride.

Beside him, Margo is still silent.

She places one hand on her bulging belly and sighs.

“Jon, I’m going to be honest with you -- that’s exactly what I want.”

She turns and faces him in the darkness, “I want to become a big, fat lady with an even bigger, fatter husband. I want . . . I want to feel more of you – if that makes sense? I want to grow, and watch you grow too. I will absolutely get fat for you. But I’m not doing this alone. If I get fat, I’ll be damned if you don’t get fat with me.”

Jon feels a sudden, ecstatic joy.

Together, they will become round, pudgy, fleshy, blobs. Jon lets out a satisfied burp from all the pie. They are in this together.

He’s so thankful for this Thanksgiving. God, what a great holiday.

“Feed me more,” he commands.

Margo grins, “As you wish, my love.”