chapter 4

At the end of the first month when preparing to go to the doctor's office with his wife, Kelly finally really noticed the difference in his body. Sure he'd noted that his ripped abs had lost most of their definition, but it wasn't until he put on his jeans that he truly realized that something drastic was happening to him. Up until this point, he'd just been wearing seeat pants and basketball shorts, both of which had flexible waists.

Kelly was still able to get his slacks up, but he had to suck in a bit to get his pants buttoned and zippered. Looking in the mirror, it was hard for Kelly to believe just how soft looking he'd become in such a short time.

As an avid trainer, Kelly knew his body well enough to know that something was up. He was used to packing on a few pounds during his off season but this was different, somehow fleshier, softer to the touch.

He would have ruminated on it for a while longer, but Renee seemingly appeared behind him out of nowhere and put her fat arms around her husband's still narrower body. She then squeezed at his burgeoning and nascent love handles, saying, "Come on sexy, I don't wanna be late to the doctor's".

Kelly instantly felt his manhood harden and wanted nothing more than to fuck his fat wife and suck hard on those big dripping titties. But alas, he knew that wasn't happening now. No, if he wanted to keep Renee happy, he'd have to hurry up. So thats what he did, throwing on a somewhat ill fitting shirt that hugged at his new softness and was out the door.

"And besides, if she's happy, I'll get her fat ass on top of me later", thought Kelly to himself as he watched his wifes wide hips and big but jiggle in front of him. As Renee got into their car, Kelly watched as the car's suspension slightly gave way under his wife's massive girth. Sitting their, with her fat breast pushed up almost to her face, Renee appeared fatter than ever.

"God, I wonder how much weight she's put on?", queried Kelly to himself, while not noticing the slight outwards push his own "belly" against both the cinch of his belt and the strain of his own shirt.