chapter 3 - a big fat wedding

By the following mid summer - Marissa’s life had changed considerably- her life was constant eating and limited activity. Her body grew very fast as her metabolism slowed. Stairs were a huge issue - she could not catch her breath and felt winded, slower than ever. Also, her thighs rubbed raw from walking so she avoided it.

Jake’s weekly weigh ins had shown Marissa at her heaviest weight ever, 398 pounds. He loved to shower with her and feel all her fat rolls - flabby hanging angel wings, back fat, and her flabby, sagging, hanging, heavy goo filled gut. Jake sometimes belly fucked her but Marissa always whined and said she wanted the cock in her pussy, and that he needed to get her preggers. Jake had put on quite a bit of sympathy weight eating with her. He was now up to 300 and sported a huge gut. Marissa teased him and rubbed his fat.

“Feeder getting biggee!”, teased Marissa. Jake smiled and rubbed her fat belly.

“Am I fat enough for you Jake,” she asked, smoking a cigarette after sex?

“Almost,” Jake replied, handing her the snickers.

At long last Marissa passed the 400 pound mark, extra adipose flesh hanging off her waistline.

Jake booked a marriage cruise and off the massive couple went. Marissa was a whopping 420 pounds for the cruise. Jake over 300.

Jake said “We’ll be a couple of whales at sea.”

Marissa laughed and said, “ You know I was fattening you up too! Mutual gaining is best.”

Jake nodded and smiled.

On board ship they both gorged at the buffet constantly, other thinner and fitter couples pointed and laughed. Europeans were appalled at the obese Americans, waddling through the casino and restaurants. They French kissed and fed each other pastries.

Wedding day was in swimwear on the promenade deck. The bride wore a 5XL yellow bikini thong set with the bikini under her lower belly roll, the fat bag drooping low to hide the bikini. Her upper fat roll was massive and hanging below her soft splayed titties. Her 65 inch hips and ass hung loosely to the sides as the thong disappeared in her ass canyon. Back fat was epic. The groom wore a speedo which barely contained anything, gut hanging over.

The wedding was done as disgusted spectators walked away. Marissa motioned to the buffet and said, “Let’s get a snack before you get me pregnant.” Jake smiled and led the way. By the end of the 2 week cruise Jake had planted his seed and Marissa was indeed knocked up. Jake could not wait to see how big she was going to get - how much extra weight she would be struggling to haul around…..Jake patted her fat belly and she caressed his package.