Older and fatter

chapter 1

Dave loved watching Cindy waddle across the floor at the supermarket. He knew she was at least 380 now, fat, soft, always winded. His wife was huge with a shelf ass, hanging double belly, fat arms with angel wings, jelly chafing thighs, and a beautiful hanging double chin. She used the cart to help steady herself. Ballooning and gaining had been easy for many years, but now in mid fifties, thing were changing. Cindy could barely do stairs and was winded after short walks, her knees throbbed and she was always tired. She hurt everywhere.

“Dave hauling all this weight around is getting the best of me,” she said huffing and puffing, “I know how much you love seeing me struggle and you like to cum on my belly goo, but the doctor is not happy.” She smiled somewhat weakly. Dave always got a boner when she was winded and gasping and huffing and puffing. He dreamed of her too fat to get up.

“You just need a nap and a nice snack!” Dave countered tossing two pounds of bacon - her favorite- in the cart. Shopping done they headed for home. Cindy struggled out of the car, and barely made the front stairs. “You don’t understand Dave, I have no air - wheezing - and everything hurts - this fat girl is wearing out!” She collapsed on the couch, chest heaving, belly slopped between her legs, the lower split lobe peeking out from under her dress. Dave gave her a huge cup of ice cold Coke which she guzzled. He patted her distended belly and gave the lower lobe of fatty goo a squeeze. “Cindy you are so beautiful.” He came on her fat.

Next day at the doctor, Dave waited with great anticipation. He loved the weigh in and the comments from the doctor. Erotic to him beyond belief. Cindy hoisted herself up
on the scale and the voice said, “Four hundred three pounds.” Dave was ecstatic - he had fed her up to over 400 pounds! The Doctor was not pleased - “Mrs Dunn, you must lose weight for your surgery! You cannot have it unless you are below 300 pounds!” Cindy looked defeated and tired and began to cry. Dave consoled her as she left the doctor.

Dave and Cindy planned the next few months. They would have her lose the weight, have the surgery, and then fatten her up again. She starved herself, shrank, and it was sad for Dave. Dave said it would be great to see her balloon up again.

Surgery completed - Cindy fattened up with a vengeance. Back to old bad habits. Dave loved the loose floppy skin, fat cells empty, when she was down around 300 pounds, but Cindy shoveled food into her mouth and filled the loose skin with mega calories each day. The fat cells happily re-inflated The adipose goo returned as she packed her body with lard and cookies and ice cream. Dave was so excited when she not only returned to her former size but got bigger, belly fat hanging, apron draped down nearly to her knees.

Her bed was moved downstairs - stairs were completely impossible. Walking only short distances now. Mobility scooter in the van. Knees aching. Huffing and puffing just to sit up. Oh the struggles of an obese and sedentary middle aged woman. So difficult and so exhausting and so painful - joints aching. She loved to sit in the air conditioning and just gorge on candy, something she had always done. Her belly was huge.

Next time at the doctor - the yearly follow up. The scale spoke - Four hundred fifty pounds!” The doctor was appalled. “You gained over a hundred pounds back!?” Cindy took the oxygen out of her nose and said weakly, “He likes me fat!” Dave nodded to the shocked doctor. She shuffled out and they stopped at DQ for a snack.