Chapter 8

The car sank when Sam Munro dropped herself into the passenger seat the following summer. Brady was behind the wheel, his reflective sunglasses hiding his expression as his wife lumbered to his side from the doors of the medical clinic. She had curled her hair and wore a sunflower pattern dress and soft sandals. The beeping on the car door stopped when she slammed the hatch and sighed a heavy sight.
Brady’s XXL Carharrt shirt had long outlasted his girth, and his undeniable beer gut now stretched forward past his once prominent pecs. His beard still covered his soft round face, but his puffy cheeks made it clear that this man had levelled up from beast to absolute bear. He never weighed himself, much to Sam’s chagrin. She felt like the only one stuck in the cycle, but it was clear from the way Brady’s crotch kept wearing out in his work jeans that hers was not the only ass susceptible to fattening over the last few years.
She stripped the mask off her face and immediately began to sanitize her hands. Her button nose was now scrunched up alongside two ruddy and overfed cheeks, her double chin weighing her jawline down open so her mouth was perpetually agape.
Sam had been crying, and Brady could tell. He shifted awkwardly and reached out his catcher’s mitt sized hand. “Not good, honey buns?”
Sam rolled her eyes and hiked up her dress, revealing her massive thighs and surging belly. The bottom of her gut was tattooed with stretchmarks, and her thighs were dimpled and filled the entire passenger seat and then some. It looked like she wasn’t wearing underwear, due to the sheer coverage of her massive midsection.
“How much do you think I weigh?”
Brady shrugged a stupid shrug, his ineptitude on full display. “I dunno, baby bear. Two, maybe? I’m not good with these things.”
Sam laughed a dark laugh and shook her head. “I wish it was only two. Try three. Three-oh-seven.”
Brady pursed his lips. “You know that don’t matter to me, Samantha –”
“ – it matters to me that in the last two years, I’ve put on almost two hundred pounds Brady. All cuz of you and your eating. You just eat so much, and it made me eat so much, and you stayed the same size and I caught up to you!!”
“We’re not the same size, honey.”
“Babe I am not that far away from you in weight anymore. You used to be the big one in the relationship, now I’ve completely caught up. Over three hundred pounds is absolutely insane. I can’t believe I let this happen.”
It was true, she had extended beyond belief in quarantine. And Brady knew he had something to do with it. He hadn’t been a role model for her in healthy habits, but he also needed a different level of sustenance than she did. But…if a woman crams in nearly 6,000 calories a day for two years, it’s going to have some consequences for sure.
She dropped her dress and crossed her arms. “I’m so embarrassed. I can only imagine what my girls have been saying behind my back.”
Brady shook his head. “You’re still their Sam. And it’s not like they’ve gotten off clean with COVID, either. We’ve all softened baby.”
“This was happening long before COVID, Brady. It’s like I was trying to see if I could be a good wife for you and all it did was turn me into a massive fat ass. I mean, how can you even want…to…do you even still want to…I’m a pig. This can’t be attractive to you.”
He took off his baseball glasses and smiled at her. “I love you more now than the day I met you. We have so much more together between us. Let’s get you home so I can prove it.”
She didn’t say a word until they were in the bedroom. He lifted the dress up and over her head, letting her massive belly and fupa flop forward. Brady couldn’t lie, his wife had turned into an absolute blimp. But he had always figured this would be the case. He knew as soon as him and Sam settled down that they would let go together, that’s just what couples did as they got older. He was definitely impressed by just how much it had taken on, and honestly he felt a small, bizarre surge of pride, like his lifestyle was somehow contagious within their love. Brady had fallen deeply in love with Sam, and her body was not a determining factor for him. She still had a big old booty, of course, but the way she smiled when she came close to him was what always fired up his engines.
Sam stood at the edge of the bed, circling her swollen belly with her hand. Last night they had dominated a sushi platter, and she was still feeling it. When Brady came up behind her, he removed her 38GG bra and dropped it to the floor. He took her big belly in both of his massive hands and began to kiss the back of her neck. His member swelled into her back, and his hands traced along her overblown love handles and cupped her booty.
Brady thought back to the first time, a little over a year ago, where his hands failed to cover the surface area of his wife’s backside. That only deepened his need for her.
She needed him so desperately, she turned and lay missionary on the bed – it was the only way her new size could allow. Her belly pooled up like a massive honey bun, and her thighs spread to show him his approach. Brady had to lift her fupa up to get the right angle, now.
Sam cried out his name as they fucked vigorously. His wife’s face had lost all definition, and was now a blob atop her head and big fat shoulders. Brady clawed at her breasts, which now fell to the side of her gut and toward the mattress top. When he climbed on top of her, it felt like nothing could stop them.
Sam flipped over and told him to lie on his back. Brady’s eyes widened, as it had been a while since she had been on top. She was so heavy on his dick, but it was sensational. Sam was not holding any ounce of her 307lb off of him, she pressed it all down.
Running red with exhaustion, she rode him as fast as her fat ass would allow. He could feel her booty on his thighs, and fell forward and grasped his face as she came when –
CRACK.
Their bed gave out, crashing to the floor and sending Sam sliding toward the carpet. Brady shot up to catch his wife, and she held his hands with all her might.
“I guess we found the bed’s breaking point.” He joked, trying to calculate the 600+ weight that the small wooden legs must’ve had to endure.
Sam rose slowly, her eyes unreadable. Brady stared at her, watching her massive mass shift back and forth.
“I guess, if we’re getting a new bed, we’ll have to buy something a little stronger.”
She pulled Brady to the floor and pinned him with her heft. She watched as the air left his lungs and his face slowly turned red.
“Living with you has turned me into a big, fat housewife. I’ve done all I can to keep up with you and your eating habits…now you’ll just have to show me how hungry you are for me. Because … “
Sam lifted her two titanic legs up over Brady’s shoulders and sank her thighs beside both of his ears. With a slow and precise descent, she lowered herself onto his face and let all of her size sit on his lips.
Resting her hands on her big belly, she finished her thought: “Because at this rate, I’ll be bigger than you in no time.”