Chapter 1

Svetlana was a blonde, hourglass shaped vixen with green eyes. She was five foot ten and had long, straight hair.

She had met Mark about five years ago. Six foot five and muscular with brown hair, she was his dream guy. She cought his eye when he was on vacation in Moscow.

In just a year, they were married and moved to a mansion in Minnesota.

The mansion was very big and spacious. It had expensive furniture, fancy artwork, all of the things you could expect from a victoria era mansion. He made that money through investing.

Though curiously, the house had no stairs. Instead, it had elevators.

When his friends came over, she noticed their wives. Their wives were 400 and 500 pounds each, and they carried that weight confidently. Well, they were huge and married to rich guys.

Noticing that her husband was looking at them, a visible bulge in his pants showing he liked them, she was jealous.

Later that night, she confronted him calmly.

"I married you for your personality, not your looks," he explained.

"Well, you should have told me," teased Svetlana.

"Are you a feeder?" she asked, smiling.

"Yes"

"Why does a girl need to be twig when she is rich and in the fattening food capital of the world," she said with a seductive Russian accent.

"How big are ya talkin'?" He asked with an erection.

"This size. I want to be so big you won't give those wives your gaze," she said as she showed him a pic of a six hundred pound bbw.

Year two of the relationship, she was 260 lbs and she was gorgeus. Her boobs were the size of her head and her ass was twice the size of two basket balls, covered in cellulite. Her back was covered in rolls, nice and soft, that her husband loved.

To keep growing, she ate large portions until her stomach ached. This was to keep her appetite growing to grow and maintain her weight.

She loved being a fat woman. The contrast between her and her husband was amazing, and the sex was getting bettter and better.

Year three of the marraige, she was 390 pounds. Her boobs were huge and her belly was now two big folds front where her panties were put on. Mark felt a sense of pride at how all her previous outfits need to be tailor made.

Once, on a Los Vegas vacation, she was allowed to eat for free because of her size. She gets her food there whenever she goes.

Year four, she was massive. Her weight reached 440 pounds from Mark's constant feeding and encouragment. Her ass was the size of two beachballs, and she could only waddle. No more bras. Her melons were too big and he preferred that she just go braless: he liked them pendulous and floppy.

She once sat on a chair and broke it front of him.

"Looks like my ass is too fat for that chair," she giggled.

Helping her up, he said, "Bring that nice, soft, blubbery ass over here."

He kissed her and slapped her ass, sending ripples around her whole body as she went to the bedroom.

"Follow me to bed and fuck your hot, fat wife," said Svetlana, lust in her eyes.

The sex was great. All she did was lie down and let him do all of the work. With each thrust, her body rippled, her fupa acting as a cushion and making it more pleasurable than ever. The fat made her pussy perfectly tight as well.

By year five, she was 570 lb. This was the weight they agreed to stop and she liked it. Her arms were as wide as her thighs when she was skinny and Mark loved the feel of them around him. Her ass was now the size of two beanbag chairs, her boobs the size of beachballs, and her stomach was thick with four rolls and overtook her boobs.

She stood on the bathroom
scale and yelled.

"How much do I weigh? "

Mark came in and said, "570."

She smiled.

"Guess your gaze won't wonder to other women," she said, cupping her hug boobs and jiggling them.

Her transformation was complete. She was an American woman.