Chapter 1 - Her & him

You may not know this, but there’s a cabin in the woods.

It’s not haunted, like everyone says. It’s actually inhabited by two lovely people.

By a man and his ever-growing wife.

Every morning, when the sun is just slightly overhead, the husband wakes up and works out. His motivation is the same: to take care of the house. After a heavy workout, he silently showers and starts breakfast. From the chickens outback, he grabs his eggs and starts to hum as the butter hits the skillet. With no hesitation, he is able to make ten sausage and egg croissant sandwiches, two packets of bacon, twelve hashbrown pads, and twenty waffles. He sets the food on the mahogany wood table that he built and pulls out the funnel. In it, he pours the first of many cake shakes- a vanilla cake mix with three cartons of heavy cream.

Just the way she likes it.

He goes back to the bedroom and finds his wife still asleep. There’s cake smeared all over the bedsheets as a reminder to the three AM cake hour. Every morning at three AM, he wakes up his wife and feeds her a cake he made the previous night for her. At first, it was a long process because she could not finish it- but now it only takes minutes. He was against these cake sessions because he saw no progress at first, but seeing her small belly ballooning into a slightly bigger, pudgy and tighter belly in the course of months made him very happy.

It also made him happy about the fact that these cake sessions ensured that she’s never going hungry- even in her sleep.

He looked at his sleeping wife and smiled. There’s only one way to wake her up after a cake stuffing. He pulled down the covers and slipped back into bed. Finding his arms around her, he gently rubbed her belly. Her belly would always reach past his fingers whenever she wasn’t fully digested. He loved how tight her belly was. Last night’s activities flashed through his brain as he recounted how it was successful. He rubbed it some more to feel how soft it was. It was softer and warm like fresh towels out of the dryer. He rubbed it some more before feeling a peck on his forehead.

“Morning,” her voice like velvet as icing camped on the corners of her lips. “Last night was a good night.”

“I know,” he smiled as he gave her belly small pats. She turned towards him so he could have better viewing. She only wears his shirts, and over the few months they’ve been living in the woods, his wife was starting to grow out of his clothes. He was not a small man, since he had muscles and normally wore extra large shirts that outlined his muscles. But even those big shirts on her petite body made them look like extra smalls.

The husband grabbed her by her underarms and helped her up. After she was sitting against the headboard, she rubbed her belly like a pregnant mother. She smiled as her husband pecked her on the lips.

“Are you ready for breakfast?” He asked, already knowing the answer.

“Oh I’m starving,” she smiled. “It smells delicious.”

“Not as delicious as you,” he smirked before going back to the kitchen. Something nice about the cabin was that there were no stairs- which made everything a lot easier. His wife did not have to worry about her growing size being a problem for her in the home, but this also meant that she could go to the kitchen as much as she pleased- full or not. He made this so that the possibility of immobility was there, but it was not forced. He moved at her pace, which she loved. He stopped when she wanted to stop and continued when she wanted.

They were all about consent.

He moved all the food into the bedroom. They had a special king sized bed, where it had a tray that was stored at the top and could move to wherever she sat on the bed. She moved forward a bit and moved the food from the bed onto the tray. He saw her mouth water as her eyes scanned the feast that laid before her.

If someone were to look at his wife, then they’d say that she could never finish it. But just because she does not have a big belly yet, does not mean that she cannot put it all away.

She was a competitive eater after all.

He brought in the funnel and put it at their bedside as she finally tore her eyes away from the food in front of her.

“A funnel?” Her eyes lit up like fireworks on the fourth of July. “I’m gonna be huge after this!” Her hands unconsciously went to her belly as she rubbed it for assurance.

Her husband smiled. “That’s the plan. Just make sure you leave room for a second breakfast in a few hours, alright?”

She scoffed and waved at him. “I’ll always be ready for the second breakfast. Now get over here! I’m starving and I can’t start without you!”

This was his favorite part. Every time she consumed anything she made sure he was near to rub her belly. It was like therapy for both of them as they loved to watch and feel her grow. He sat in bed and lightly picked her up and put her back down on her lap.

As soon as she was well adjusted, she dug in.
The croissants first. She loved breakfast croissants ever since her mother would bring those Jimmy Dean breakfast croissants home to her when she was a child. These reminded her of those sweet times, except they were fluffier and tasted a thousand times than the ones from her childhood. It took her two bites to get one croissant in her but she went a little slower to savor every single bite. She vaguely felt her husband’s hands on her belly through his straining shirt covered in dried cake icing from the night’s escapade.

After finishing the tenth croissant, she smiled as her belly felt a bit tight but not enough to stop. Her husband’s belly rubs were dulling the ache and the tightness of the shirt around her midsection made her want to continue even more.

“Thirsty?” She heard from behind her. She nodded, and he pulled the funnel closer. It was hooked to this makeshift hat stand that her husband rigged to be able to hold one or multiple funnels at a time. For now it had the one and she was excited to try what was inside.

He put the tube in her mouth, and unlocked the stopper. A flood of liquid rushed into her and the belly rubs continued. She tasted a mixture similar to vanilla cake and drank it happily. Some of it dribbled down her chin like balls down a basketball court and made a small pool on her thick thighs. She had a hand on her husband’s wrist- which controlled the flow of the funnel. After a couple of minutes, she applied pressure to his wrist and he cut the flow from her funnel. It separated from her like the aftermath of a sloppy kiss and left her panting hard.

Her husband went back to giving her two-handed belly rubs and noticed her shirt was tighter than before. He gave her slightly rough belly rubs in excitement and she burped a little in response.

“You good?” He asked.

“That was delicious.” She burped again. “Can I have some more?”

He shook his head. “You can have more when you’re done eating.”