Chapter 2

Connor looked in the mirror after his shower, forced into immense reflection, due to his immense reflection before him. How had he let himself get so out of control? He knew he’d been eating horribly for the past several months. There was no doubt about it. He tried to pinpoint when it all started, but couldn’t remember what triggered his poor eating and weight gain. He hadn’t had any major life events that he could attribute it to. Perhaps work picking up was part of it. He had been busier than ever, which was a good thing, but it did put extra stress on him.

The smell of dinner cooking snuck into the bathroom, making his stomach growl for the scent. He looked at his own face with disbelief in his gluttonous stomach, only to intensify the look as he inspected his confidently doubling chin. He pinched at it, and though his brain was critical, he watched a smile slip onto his face. The action had reminded him of his wonderful wife, who had been more than supportive of him, never making him feel bad for his gains. She didn't even reduce their meals. Grace had actually been cooking more than she had, which was already quite a lot. He supposed since he was eating so much, she might feel pressured to cook more for him. But what compelled her to continue to feed an inarguably fat husband was lost on Connor.


He slid his hands down his front, feeling both terrified and fascinated. He had gone up from a roomy xl to a tight 2x, and staring at his bare body provided all the reason why. His belly was a large dough ball that had been developing a small crease across the center. He poked at the top half, noticing how utterly soft he was. Maybe that was why Grace was always putting her hand there. She had pretty casually suggested they go shopping, and he agreed he could use it, but they talked around the reason why they needed to go. He did not hate that she was being carefree about it. She certainly had not lost interest in him. Connor couldn’t actually think of the last time he wondered if Grace was attracted to him. His eyes wandered to his chest which had swelled up more than he had thought. He supposed that was why he could feel himself shaking as he walked. Maybe Joe had been right. He certainly was right now. Connor had tits.

Connor took a break from his self exploration to put on loungewear, his roomiest shirt and athletic joggers, in which no jogging had occurred. The smell from the kitchen was making him crazy.

He sat down to his giant plate, accepting a kiss on the lips from Grace when she came in for the embrace.

“I hope you are hungry. I may have made too much,” she said, rolling her eyes, as if flustered. Connor smiled at her, thoroughly amused.

“What’s the difference between that and cooking?” Connor countered, shoving a fork of lasagna into his mouth. She winked at him, only to repeat the action more dramatically when he swooned at the flavors. “Amazing,” he said, through his full mouth. He savored the bite, and when he finished chewing he continued, ”And how do you accidentally make a family sized dish for two?”

“I am just so used to making things big, maybe because of work?” she offered. Connor heard what she was saying, but couldn’t help but feel there was something else being said in the background. Maybe it wasn’t her words at all, but her actions. The way her eyes licked at all his curves and tracked him as he shoveled food into his mouth. He willingly accepted seconds, and when he finished that he was able to be convinced to have a third. But Connor knew he was already pretty full. He didn’t want to disappoint Grace though. She seemed so upset when he stopped eating early, which was anything short of as much as he could eat.

He knew she went through a lot of trouble to cook for them each night. He only hoped he could return the favor in the things he did, like mowing the lawn and taking out the trash. He thought showing his appreciation in helpings was a good boost to his credit. It made his wife so happy. He couldn’t deny her that. However, he was feeling too full to finish the serving and saw Grace watching him with steady eyes. Connor groaned, sitting up straight and pounding on his chest to help out a burp. It made him feel quite a bit better, and he had long since figured out that it did not bother Grace. This was really good for Connor, because he was constantly packing himself full and burping as a result.

“I don’t know Grace,” he whined.

“You just made so much room,” she said, slinking over to him.

“I did, but I’m already so full,” he said, rubbing his own stomach.

“Well let me help you then. You don’t want this to get thrown out, do you?" Connor wondered if she heard of the concept of leftovers. It wasn't against the rules. Her fingers and palms ensnared his belly and massaged it with care. She had a true knack for belly rubs. She ran a finger over the crease of his belly, which made him shudder. Her presence and pampering was encouraging him to push on. Grace was a powerful force standing behind him. He could feel the pressure of her leaning into the back of his chair as she leaned over and brought his fork to his lips. She kissed his neck and prepared another monstrous bite. Connor noticed that it didn’t really look like that much more than he usually was eating already, but recognized it was a lot to regular people’s standards.

“You encourage really bad habits Grace,” he said before taking the next bite in. She looked at him as if an actress giving the note to look “softly puzzled”.

“Connor, Babes, what are you talking about,” she said, her hand wrapping around the side of his belly.

“Exactly,” he said.

“I think you know that it’s not that ‘bad’. If you did, you wouldn’t be stuffing yourself as we speak,” she said, her breath hot on his neck, just before she nibbled on it. “But, just say you don’t like it, and I’ll stop.” They both knew he wasn’t going to tell her that. He had been having a very pleasurable time with his wife, especially since she had been indulging his gluttonous tendencies. It was nice to come home and to have dinner waiting and not in the misogynistic way. Their schedules worked out where he wasn’t home till six, which was ideal dinner time. And it was obviously helped by the fact that Grace was an incredible professional chef. Ironically, Connor thought her role in cooking was far more dominant than it had traditionally been. Connor had no say in what was for dinner. He might suggest things if they were shopping together, but meals weren’t discussed. He came home surprised everyday, and liked how she was in control of that. He gave so many directions all day, it was nice to be told something himself. This was only further helped by his wife’s persistent insistence that he eat more than he should. Even though she would offer obviously flimsy excuses, she almost dared him to challenge them with any fortitude. And Connor felt himself not wanting to test her.

Connor opened his mouth for the next bite, giving her his answer. “That’s better Babes. I knew you enjoyed it too much. And it looks absolutely fantastic on you.” She cupped his left breast and clutched it in her hand, shaking it slightly. “Unng,” she moaned into his ear. Connor dug his hips into the chair at the sound. “One more after this,” she said, pushing the bite into his mouth moments after he swallowed the last. He knew she was pushing him along, because she was ready to take him to the bedroom. He powered through the last bite and finished his drink with big glugs. Grace pressed her fingers into the crease of his belly unleashing a most satisfying belch. “You literally make me so hot Connor,” she said. Connor would have loved to respond with some immensely hot retort, but he was genuinely so flattered, he could only blush. “Your lil double belly. Gonna be perfect soon. I’m going to clean up. Go wait for me in the room. Get started.” Connor almost questioned her description of his body, but went to follow her directions as he heard them. She didn’t like when he responded too slowly, especially when sex or food was on the line.

“I might need a little help,” he confessed, reaching out his hand, which pushed his chest further in the way, making his upper body feel crowded. The force of Grace yanking him up to standing caused gas to leak out of him, unashamedly.

“I guess I really did turn you into a fat pig now, huh?”

“I’m counting that as an admission of guilt.”

“Second that.”

Grace made her way to the bedroom not long after Connor managed to strip down to nothing. It was like she had a sense for his naked body. She had started pulling himself on top of her, but he felt way too full and bloated to be pumping around up there. He’d tried to tell her this, but she insisted he at least try for her. He could not deny her his best attempt, at least. He felt entirely too stuffed and out of shape to be thrusting into her. His arms were planted into the mattress, the only things keeping him from crushing his wife, who he did acknowledge could take his weight on her, and actually enjoyed it, but more importantly he didn’t want to put his own body weight on top of his poor belly. His moobs hung down and rocked back and forth with him. Grace was blatantly staring at them shaking before him, and he’d be embarrassed by it, but she had an enamored expression.

He worked till he was out of breath, despite wishing he could go longer, as Grace’s sounds were building. She did not skip a beat, and shoved him back on his back, making him grunt. She mounted him and started grinding him. When she leaned over to him, she placed a hand on one of his moobs, which made him think he was a little happier he had them if she liked them that much. He couldn’t help but notice that their bellies were tapping into each other as she bounced on him. Grace was “overweight” according to the charts, but there was nothing ‘over’ about her to Connor. He liked heavier women, but had always considered himself as the ‘healthy’ one. Peeking at their bellies kissing made him confident that the claim was over. In fact, he was probably fatter than she was. He had to hold back the urge to laugh at the thought, as he looked back at his gut that was folding just laying back. Grace's pudgy belly was nothing compared to what he was sporting.

The desire to laugh shifted to one of a surge of arousal. He liked that fact? He felt himself getting close and was pushed completely over the edge when she orgasmed after simultaneously shaking his lower belly and his chest. She crumpled onto him, managing to gather herself to clean up and return with a sigh as she laid in the bed, hands behind her head, proud and satisfied. Connor rose to get semi dressed, and she directed him to the closet. There had been something she ordered for him. He pulled the bag out the closet and pulled out a large article of clothing. She smiled big at him.

“This shirt is giant,” Connor inspected the tag, noting it was a 3x. With that information his brows furrowed, as he didn’t think it should be that much bigger. He was on his way there anyway, he guessed.

“It’s a nightshirt.” Connor squinted at her and looked at the garment as he held it out. It almost just looked like a really long tee shirt, in an olive green color, that he actually liked. The material was soft, but didn't necessarily look like it.

“That is code for a night gown isn’t it.” She told him to just try it on and to stop being a baby about it. He listened to her. The hem hit the center of his hamstrings and he looked at Grace who looked mildly amused. “This is a dress. Is this a joke,” he asked, feeling a little silly. He couldn’t deny that the fabric felt amazing on his skin, and he wasn’t hating the breathability his legs had. Grace rolled her eyes at him, but smiled and shook her head.

“It’s not a joke. It’s pajamas. If you don’t like it you don’t have to wear it. I think you look cute,” she said, not helping him feel like it was less girly, but he pulled the comforter back and climbed in, having to adjust the material so it wasn’t bunched up under his but. He was a bit dramatic, making it like it was a hassle, but once he was in a good position, it felt like he was wearing nothing, without the instances of draft on his upper body that came with its bareness, even under the covers. “You like it?”

“It’s different. But I appreciate the gift. Kind of comfortable, honestly.”

“I can get you more. You fill them out perfectly,” she said, squeezing his chest again. He made a face at her, but was interrupted by her lips. “I kid,” she said, with a wink that he could barely see in the dark and didn’t believe it at all.

“It’s fine to not be kidding. I know I’m getting busty,” he said. “You obviously know.”

“Well if we’re saying so, then yea. I have noticed. Loving it,” she said, kissing him again. He felt a smile spread on his face. She didn’t find anything he was slightly embarrassed about as a fault. Nothing was quite as comforting as that. Though, when he rolled over and Grace spooned him, putting her arm over his belly and pressing her nose into his back, he thought it might be a better feeling. He melted into her embrace like a fat Hershey’s kiss, surrounded in her admiration and the rhythmic stroking of her thumb on his side, peacefully fading from consciousness.