Chapter 2

1 year and 3 months, and now 255 pounds: My sex life with Mary is off the charts, as she finds new ways to bring me to even higher and higher heights every time we made love. Strangely enough, she always precedes our sexy escapades with loads and loads of her delicious meals and baked goods. When I asked her about it, she said it was so Roman orgy thing, or something or other. So, I haven’t questioned her any further. And the job that her dad had gifted me within his firm has grown my wallet fatter than it’s ever been. However, my wallet isn’t the only thing fatter than it’s every been.

I still won’t concede that all my gym buddies were right when warning me about letting my at the time, 300 pound Mary to move in with me (I say at the time, because she’s lost about thirty pounds since we started going out and she moved in). There is the pandemic to take into account and it does kind of thrill me to see that some of my old gym buddies are losing the battle against the bulge too, but not as admittedly not as badly as I.

As far as how I got this soft and out of shape, I really don’t know how it happened, but I’ve gone from a fit and lean physical trainer to a downright chubby sales analyst. And all this happened in what feels like no time at all. As a result, I now rarely take and post pics at all anymore, and definitely no selfies, as they do a wonderful job in showing off my burgeoning little doubled chin.

My pecs, if I even dare to describe them in that way anymore, have softened into sensitive and thickly nippled man boobs. They look absolutely disgusting to me, but I’d be lying if I didn’t admit that I quite enjoy the way they feel, they way they kind of jiggle about when Mary decides to play with them, which is often several times a day.

My belly, yes it’s definitely a belly now as there is absolutely zero signs of my abdominal muscles showing through my belly roll, sits atop my chubby thighs now when I sit. It’s extremely embarrassing for me, but Mary does her best to make me feel better about it all, never complaining about my weight at all. I guess she knows what it feels like. I’m so appreciative of her, but
it doesn’t help my waistline one bit to be stuck in the house 24/7 with a beautiful fat woman that loves to cook, and who cooks like a goddess in abundance. I’ve gotta get this under control before I get even too fat for Mary.