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Chapter 1

I met Carol when I was dating her roommate, Heather. Now Heather was my kind of girl, overweight, dress size sixteen (my minimum then), loved to eat and show off her figure. Carol on the other hand was thin, a workout nut, and health food nazi.

Heather’s and my relationship was rocky. I loved her nice and heavy, eating, being lazy and growing. But Heather was torn, maybe it was having a skinny roommate, or her mom’s constant admonishment of her figure/weight. We broke up.

I week or so later I was crossing campus on my way to the culinary labs (keyword kitchens) when I bumped into Carol. She smiled, “Hey Nat, how are you? It’s been a while.” “Just fine, Carol how are you?” “Good Nat, but Heather isn’t doing well. She and her mom had a big fight over the phone and Heather’s been crying like for two days now. I think she’s withdrawing from college, she having trouble coping.” “That’s too bad, I did really like her, but she was so confused and upset most of the time we were dating.” “I know, Nat, I have to say I was really impressed by how well you handled the situation and Heather. She still likes you, she wasn’t mad about the break up, she felt it was her fault.” “Thank you Carol, that was very nice of you to say that.” She blushed, “Nat, would you go out with me?”

I was stunned here was a little hottie, wanting to date, an overweight culinary arts major. I paused for a second or two and Carol jumped right in. “I didn’t mean to be so forward, if you don’t want to date me, I know I’m not your type, that’s okay.” “ No, no, Carol I was just shocked, I mean I’m kind of fat and I’m a culinary major, I’m not likely to lose any weight.” Carol giggled, “Nat, I don’t mind that you are a little chubby, most of my family are overweight, so your body doesn’t bother me at all.”

That was the beginning, we dated the rest of our college years. We got married, decided on not having children. I opened a successful restaurant , Carol taught Pilates and aerobics at a local studio. I thought she was happy working out and taking care of our home and me. But.

Carol was lying in bed one Saturday morning. It had been a hard week at the studio. She had put on a couple of pounds and worked herself trying to lose them and couldn’t. She was frustrated and starting to burn out. She was just a few pounds heavier than when we started to date, this is despite having an overweight husband who owned an Italian restaurant. She was wearing a teddie and matching bikini panty, running her hands over her flat stomach, and around her firm bottom cheeks. She starting thinking, “Why am I doing this to myself? Nat would love it if I let go and gained weight. Knowing him, I could gain a ton and he would be delighted. Mom has been bugging me about all the working out since I started working out, both of my sisters are fat, their husbands are fat, mom is huge, dad is fat and Nat has his adorable pot belly and bubble butt. I can’t stand this anymore!”

Carol thought, lying there for another half hour, which was very unusual for her to just lie there not doing anything. She had made a life changing decision.

She called getting out of bed, “Nat, honey could you come up here please and bring the digital video camera.” I dutifully brought up the camera, “What’s up honey? You have been in bed for a while, are you feeling okay? Carol giggled, “Nat, your dreams are about to come true. Start the camera when I say, okay dear?” I was started to get a little aroused, I mean Carol knew that I am a FA or fat admirer, chubby chaser and for her to say, “my dreams are coming true” could only mean one thing.

Carol stripped off her teddy, bikini panty and got out a black string bikini and matching bra/halter top. She pulled on the bikini brief, then scooped her A cups boobs into the halter. She got out a cloth tap measure and said, “Okay, Nat, turn on the camera.” My wildest dreams started to come true!

“Hello, my name is Carol Fox, I have been a Pilates and aerobics instructor for ten years. Recently I have become burned out on exercise and watching my weight, dieting and working out. I have to decided, much to my husband and my family’s desire to let myself go. Starting today, I am giving up eating right, exercise, working out and staying active. I will start today, overeating, being lazy, binge eating, stuffing myself at every chance I get, gaining weight and above all, getting Fat! I want to show you my measurements so I can share with you how fat I get.”

She wrapped the tape measure around her flat belly, “Waist, twenty four inches; bust thirty inches, booty thirty four inches; thighs seventeen inches.” She stepped on the scale and waved me over to video the dial, “Weight one hundred ten pounds; height sixty-three inches. I will not be posting updates periodically, I going to be too lazy to do that. When my husband and I think I’m fat enough to impress all of you, I will post another video showing off how fat I am.”

I turned off the camera, now very aroused. Carol looked at me, giggled patting her flat belly, “Nat, get dressed, we are going out for breakfast!” “Carol, honey, are you sure about this?” “Nat I have never, been more sure of a decision in my life! I’m sure you are turned on right now, but bear with me, I want to put on weight before we “do it” again, please honey.” “Carol if you are going to do, half of what you said on the video, I can be patient.” She giggled, “Nat, you have nothing to worry about. Now get dressed big boy, I’m starving!” I have never heard her use the word “starving” before.

She dressed in bikini panties, bra, t-shirt and sweat pants, which was very unlike her. Carol, before that day, was very fashion conscious. “Honey, don’t you want to take a shower and wear somethings a bit more fashionable?” Carol giggled, “Nat, I dressed to overeat and binge, I don’t want any tight clothes constraining my waist.”

We got in the car. Carol giggled, “Nat I want to go to Village Inn and eat all I can.” We pulled up to “VI”, went in, seated, Carol giggled looking over the menu of rich breakfast treats. She settled on French toast, sides of eggs, bacon, sausage and a tall orange juice. The chubby waitress commented, “I wish I could eat like that and have a figure like yours.” Carol just smiled.

She gorged, eating everything in front of her. I had to admit, I was impressed. Carol previously usually picked at rich, heavy meals, nibbling and then stating she was finished, not today! She sat back in her chair, her hand under the t-shirt rubbing her bloated little belly. “Oh, Nat that was so good, I want to eat like this all the time!” I looked at her and said, “So you shall my dear!” She giggled, “Promise?”

We left, Carol was still marveling at how much she ate. We were headed home when Carol spotted a Carl’s Junior. “Nat, pull in to the drive through, they have the most fattening burgers, order me two, large fries, onion rings, chocolate shake and a sundae, please.” I got everything and we continued home.

As soon as we got in the house, Carol stripped off the sweat pants and hopped on the couch in the family room in just a t-shirt and panties. She patted her bloated little belly, “Nat I’m going to work on digesting that awesome breakfast for a while.” “Yes dear.”

I put her lunch items in oven for the burgers, fries and onion rings and the shake and ice cream in the frig. Carol lay on the couch snoozing a little and surfing through channels on the TV.

An hour later, Carol got off the couch, which would become her favorite spot in the house. “Nat, honey, can you help me, I want to clean out the refrigerator before we go shopping.” We started going through the frig, Carol wanted all the healthy stuff gone, she didn’t want to look at it, knowing she wasn’t going to eat any of it. All the celery . lettuce, tomatoes, greens and peppers went out. She dumped the skim milk down the drain, yogurts went next, followed by the cottage cheese, the “light” dressing went in the trach as well.

Carol giggled, “Nat it’s time for lunch!” I dutifully got out her stash from Carl’s Jr. placed it on a plate and Carol laid into the rich, greasy food. It took her awhile, but she finished everything, sitting on the bar stool at the counter, her hand rubbing her bloated belly. “Nat, time to go shopping, can you get my sweat pants please and help me into them, I don’t want to bend over, I’m too full!”

We drove over to one of the warehouse stores, Carol was giddy picking out fattening entres, prepared dinners, pastries and baked goods, cookies, ice cream, candy, whole milk, heavy cream and other treats she had denied herself. We spent over two hundred dollars, Carol also loved the sample ladies, who were only too happy to let the petite woman eat all she wanted. We headed home. Carol was giddy again looking over her “stash” crammed into our car.

We got home and started to unload. Carol sampled nearly everything nibbling on cookies, pastries, ice cream treats and candy. She was wearing just panties and a t-shirt, part way through, we realized that our eyes were bigger than out pantry/refrigerator. I told Carol to lie down on the couch and “work” on digesting her mini-binge and I would go to the appliance store and get another refrigerator and freezer. She just giggle and patted her little belly.

I persuaded the salesperson to have our new refrigerator and freezer delivered that day. The guys showed up two hours after I got back and that sent Carol up to our bedroom, as she didn’t want to bother putting back on her sweat pants. I got the new appliances set up and loaded. Carol came back downstairs, she had showered and changed into her teddy/bikini outfit. I immediately noticed, the growing bulge on Carol’s waist. I was delighted and surprised, I thought her metabolism would hold up for a while despite onslaught of fat and calories. Carol was delighted by her “progress”. She giggled, “Nat what are going to fix me for dinner?” She asked while patting her new tummy bulge.

I fixed her a pizza, which she laid into with gusto, while on her tenth slice of twelve, she giggled, her mouth full, “Nat, make another one quickly!” I did and she ate it too. I was in heaven watching my slim wife of several years turning into feedee/binging/bloated little princess. I helped a now very bloated, stuffed Carol to the couch and helped her lay down, marveling at her bulging waist. She patted her belly, “I know you are loving this Nat, as much as I am, honey, thank you so much!” “My pleasure, dearest.” She giggled, “Nat can you get dessert ready?” I laughed, “Yes my princess, your wish is my command.”