chapter 21

“Hmm, I know you do. Mhh, that feels good.” Claire groaned from the way Paul was using his hands to massage her soft belly. She could feel the love he had for her. The way he was touching her was slowly coaxing her insecurities into submission.

As the husband and wife cuddled on the sofa, Paul eventually maneuvered himself into the ‘big spoon’ position and began rubbing his wife’s belly from behind. As his wife let out a few burps and moaned with pleasure, Paul whispered in her ear, “This is the best present I could ever ask for.”

Just then, Claire felt alert, like the tipsiness within her had suddenly worn off. Slowly but surely, Claire remembered what today was… It was Paul’s birthday! Mortified about forgetting his big day, and guilty she’d been mad at him most of the day for no good reason, Claire yelped in worry, “Oh my god! I forgot your birthday!! I’m sooo sorry!”

“It’s okay.” Paul tried to comfort her.

Trying to wiggle out of her husband’s warm embrace, Claire bellowed, “No it isn’t, I’m a horrible wife!”

“You’ve got a lot on your plate, I understand.” Paul reasoned with her, as Claire broke free and wobbled off the sofa and to her feet.

“I didn’t even get you any presents…” Claire lamented, while she held her hand on her head and tried to think, “Well, besides…”

“Besides what?” Paul sat up, “You got me a present?”

“Yeah, but… I can’t give it to you anymore.” Claire muttered looking horribly embarrassed.

Confused, Paul asked, “Why?”

“Because… it’s embarrassing?” Claire revealed, as her beautiful face reddened.

Needing to know, Paul pressed her, “What was it?

“No, I can’t tell you, I don’t want to spoil it!” Claire pouted, as she started pacing back and forth.

“Then just give it to me.” Paul urged, while he stood up and tried to calm his wife.

“No! It’s embarrassing!” Claire shook her head, as Paul tenderly braced her to stop her from pacing.

“Why is it embarrassing?” Paul questioned earnestly.

“It just is.” Claire bit her lip, “Forget about it.”

“I’m not going to forget about it.” Paul shook his head.

Realizing her husband was serious, Claire took a few breaths to calm herself.

Paul loved her. He thought she was the most attractive person on earth. Maybe society didn’t believe that a fat wife could be confident and beautiful, but her husband certainly did. He thought curviness, and some extra padding, were the sexiest things in the world. What was the harm in showing Paul her gift? Heck, he’d probably love it, even though it made Claire cringe at the thought. Making up her mind, Claire cleared her throat and replied, “Ugh! Fine. Wait here… I’ll be right back.”

Paul listened and waited, while his hefty wife lumbered upstairs to the bedroom. As five minutes slowly turned into ten, Paul wondered what Claire was up to. Letting his curiosity get the better of him, Paul made his way up the stairs. Once he got upstairs, he could hear his wife quietly cussing in the bedroom. She was getting changed. But what was she changing into? Paul couldn’t wait to even guess. Instead, he burst into the bedroom.

Claire turned toward him in surprise, and Paul observed his wife wearing the sexiest lingerie he’d ever seen! The material looked expensive, and it was obvious Claire had outgrown everything by quite a lot. Her big breasts spilled out from her bra, her butt couldn’t be contained, the thigh-high stocking that were pulled mostly all the way up dug into her fat thighs, and her rotund belly bulging out from her midsection was so massive that it covered the majority of her panties. It was probably more accurate to say that her belly had engulfed them.

Almost in a trance, Paul muttered in awe, “Claire… I’m speechless.”

Not looking upset her husband had barged in on her, Claire replied with a sensitive, “I know… I bought it three months ago… I was only 250lbs then… I thought I was on track to be under 240 by now… So… I’ve outgrown your present by 40 f*cking pounds…”

Paul was so turned on hearing her say that, he couldn’t sensor what was on his mind. He just blurted out, “I think it couldn't fit you any better... well, unless… maybe… if you outgrow it by 50lbs...”

“You’d still worship me if I gained another 50 pounds?” Claire raised an eyebrow at her husband, misunderstanding that he’d only suggested she gain another ten pounds.

“I would.” Paul nodded, while he watched his wife tentatively brace her plump and squishy gut.

Glancing at the picture of her and Paul on their nightstand, Claire picked it up. She looked so tiny next to him at their wedding. She’d been so skinny, and Paul had been so fat. Now it was the other way around. She’d ballooned into a hippo and he’d shredded himself into the best shape of his life. Placing the wedding picture back on the nightstand and facing her husband, Claire spoke her mind, “Don’t you miss the old me? The skinny me? Even a little bit?”

Grabbing his wife and pulling her into a hug, Paul swore, “First and foremost, I love you Claire. Skinny or fat, I love you no matter what. If you want to go back to being skinny, I’ll support you 100%.”

“Ha! You make it sound so easy.” Claire laughed, as Paul pulled back and looked at her pensively. Seeing the worry in his eyes, Claire decided that she did need to make a change in her life. If she was unhappy with herself, her husband would be unhappy too. She knew what her husband really wanted, and for the first time in a long time, she really knew what she wanted for herself. Smiling sweetly, Claire grabbed both sides of her husband’s beard and pulled him in close so she could say with her next horny breath, “It would take a lot of effort to work off all my marriage weight. I think the fat is here to stay.”

“Really?” Paul smiled, while his hands clung to his wife’s meaty love handles. He was unsure if he was dreaming.

“Really.” Claire vowed, as she pulled her loving man in for a long kiss.

As they tenderly parted, the feeder inside Paul just had to know, “Does that mean you’ll gain another 50 pounds for me??”

Tilting her head upward, and grinning at her husband, Claire sweetly teased, “We’ll see about it.”

Paul imagined how lovely Claire would look with another 50 pounds of fat cushioning her already plump body, it was like a dream come true.

“But.” Claire continued, as her husband’s mind refocused on her, “If I’m going to be stuck as a fat wife for the rest of my life, I’m gonna need something to make me feel less self-conscious.”

“What’s that?” Paul wondered, while Claire glanced at the wedding picture she’d placed back on the nightstand and then gave her fit husband a once-over with her horny eyes.

“A fat Husband.”