Chapter 2- Failure to Maintain

“Ha ha! They fit,” Sam exclaimed. He stood before his wife beaming with pride. She had watched him actively avoid the baking aisle and limit how much he ate for weeks. They did struggle with avoiding take out, but Lori found her own stomach taking the brunt of it all. He pushed everything that he “couldn't eat” her way, and was very convincing. So while Sam managed to drop a few she picked them right up off the floor. Sam's rationale was that she wasn't actually trying to lose weight, which was not entirely true.

“That's awesome Sam. I knew you could do it.” She was only slightly jealous while being happy for him.

“You wanted to go shopping for your trip right?” He looked at her, wondering why she hadn't gotten dressed herself yet. Lori sighed and fished out her best leggings, which she couldn't wait to get out of as soon as they squeezed her waist. At least they covered her belly. She found a cute enough top, that though tight, she knew she looked great. Sam's gaze confirmed her belief.

She found plenty of great items at the plus size store, and appreciated Sam's enthusiastic company. Many men would rather sit in the car than be dragged into a woman's store, but Sam enjoyed it. He loved to give feedback on clothes and was an expert hype man, and she suspected he liked being around exclusively fat women.

“You better not let some guy pick you up while you're gone,” he said, looking over as he drove.

“You know I won't,” she giggled.

“You'll have to try extra hard with your new threads. They will be all over you, especially with your extra juicy butt.” Lori blushed. She was thankful that her extra weight didn't only go to her belly.

“I'll just let them know my very handsome husband is waiting for me at home.”

“And waiting I'll be. 2 months is gonna kill,” he sighed.

“I'll be back before you know it. You'll find something to pass the time.” He agreed he would manage, and let his worries subside so they could enjoy their last weekend together.

***

Lori's trip took her to Atlanta where she spent 2 months coordinating weddings back to back. She was great at her job, but a particularly difficult customer in the middle of the trip really put a lot of stress on her. Sam was supportive from afar, but having to take the bride's criticisms on everything Lori did, based on her own requests, was very grading. She found herself spending nights out drinking with her colleagues to decompress.

At first, she thought she was perpetually bloated from all the drinking, but after taking a break, she was sure she was getting even fatter. She confessed this revelation to her husband, who simply dismissed her concern. She wasn't sure if she could stretch the limits of his attraction more and tried to express the extent of her gains. “It might be more than a few Sam,” she said, nervously.

“Babe, I'm not worried about it at all.” Something in his voice sounded off, but she couldn't imagine he'd jump out the window when she returned in a week, so she tried to relax.

If her last event went well, she was practically owed a promotion. That would make any further obstacles in her fitness goals totally worth it. In the meantime, she figured she could eat whatever she wanted. She'd get in shape when she got back, so an extra appetizer wasn't going to hurt. Sam agreed.

When she got off the plane, Lori could feel her heartbeat through her chest. She wanted to see him so badly that she took an earlier flight back, arriving the evening before expected. She was really looking forward to spending the night with him and not necessarily for the sex, though she wouldn't say no.

She pushed open the door and Sam sat on the couch with a gaming headset on, a controller on the table, and a wad of spaghetti entering his mouth. Lori slowly closed the door and attempted to rid her face of surprise. A black band hoodie was not hiding what had transpired while she was away this time. Sam caught her out of the corner of his eyes and pulled his headset off. He frantically chewed and swallowed and got up to greet her. “Lori!”

She wrapped her arms around him feeling the pillowy squish of his body into hers. He looked at her with absolute awe and admiration as he took a step back. She felt terrible for not returning the favor. His change was so drastic that she felt a little alarmed, and she must have looked it.

“Bad flight?” he asked, curiously. Did he not think she'd be surprised to see him that way? She had been so open about what was happening to her, she felt somewhat blindsided in his lack of transparency.

“Sam?” She said, her jaw dropping against her will.

“What?” She couldn't stop eyeing his body. He must have gained 25 lbs, at least, and entirely to his stomach and chest. He was downright chubby. Big chubby. He seemed to pick up on her observations and laughed nervously. “Oh. Well, I hope you weren't stressing too much about gaining weight.” She didn't know what to say, and he was determined to fill the dead air. “I sort of jumped on the scale yesterday and realized how out of hand things got.”

Lori couldn't stop thinking of every other sign he must have missed. When he no doubt realized he could only fit into his gym shorts and sweats. When baggy hoodies were no longer so. Or possibly, when he portioned out spaghetti into a mixing bowl that very evening. She put her hand to her mouth and tried to think of something comforting to say. “Well you certainly didn't starve,” she uttered, wincing at her words.

“It's pretty bad huh?” he asked, rubbing his stomach. The way he did it seemed explorative to her. It was the visible pressure he was applying, causing his little finger tips to disappear into his gut.

“No!” she spat out, but had nothing better prepared. Sam looked at her and started laughing.

“You really are trying so hard not to stare at it right now. I know it's a lot.”

“I'm sorry. It's just… a lot to take in. You could have said something. I mean I wanted you to be prepared.”

“I would have Lori, seriously. I just literally found out though,” he said scratching the back of his head, the gesture reminding her too much of a sheepish anime character. “If it means anything, I can hardly tell you've changed.”

The shock was wearing off, and she shook her head laughing. “Sammy,” she said in disbelief. “You just found out? That has to be the most skinny privilege thing I'd ever heard.” He smiled back.

“Your absence makes me really hungry, Lore. That's all I got as an explanation.”

“You don't have to explain it. Sorry. I'm so dramatic. Just wow,” she said.

“Do you want to tell me about the trip?” he offered, trying to get her mind off him as a baby elephant in the room. She nodded.

“Let me shower and I'll come back down.”

She let the hot water run over her and allowed her mind to chill out. It wasn't a huge deal, she chanted to herself. It wasn't on purpose, and he was clearly a little surprised himself. She worried her less than poised response had bothered him. She knew she would be offended if he'd done the same to her. Mortified even. She should have taken her last trip away as a sign of sorts. Maybe she had set him up for that exactly. She didn't tell him her system for shopping or anything. But Sam was an adult man, 32 years old. He could figure it out, and he was good at cooking. If he wanted to, he would.

As she rinsed herself off, she felt a pang of guilt. She looked down at herself and knew she looked huge. Her stomach hung down heavily and stuck out, eclipsing her view of all but the tips of her toes. And she had the audacity to be shocked by Sam. She cut the water, not thinking she deserved the satisfaction of standing there another minute. She put on a night gown that was snugger than before she left. She padded down the stairs, and Sam looked up at her excited and hopeful.

His eyes went wide when he noticed her belly showing so clearly. But she only felt more guilty when he licked his lips approvingly. “You're immaculate Lore.”

“You're too good to me Sam. I'm sorry for being a jerk earlier.”

“Babe, cut it out. You weren't. Seriously.” Lori sighed, relieved he wasn't angry, but regret lingered with her. She looked over at the empty mixing bowl that was now pushed to the edge of the coffee table. She saw red sauce nesting in the corner of his mouth. She pointed to her own to signal to him. “Thanks.”

She looked at him and down at his doughy body, a smile creeping on her face. She reached out and placed her hand on it. His belly was firm but soft. She stroked it with her thumb, and her eyes shot up when she heard him make a soft moan. He was biting his bottom lip, but released it when her eyes met his. He gave a little embarrassed laugh and swallowed. A flash of pleasure came over Lori, and she knew it was brought out by what was happening.

She had thought a bit about how their intimacy had shifted right before she left. Sam had slimmed down and their late night escapades following a great night out weren't as electric. He satisfied her, but his drive was not the same. She kept thinking about how horny he had been the night she got back. She spent many nights piecing together some sort of answer. Eventually she decided it was whatever inspired him to do those adorable moans she hadn't noticed before. And he was doing it now. She wanted to hear it more.

“You like that, huh?” She said sweetly. Sam blushed hard. Lori put both hands on his belly, and watched Sam's eyes fix on her hands. She rubbed a big circle with one hand and continued rubbing circles with her thumb with the other. Sam's breathing started to get faster, and she could hear him trying to keep his sound effects back. “Sam, if you like it, then like it,” she said, hoping to be comforting.

“I just feel weird about it,” he confessed. She slowed her hands to a stop, and he quickly grabbed at them. “Not about that part,” he said, a little urgently. “You're really good at that,” he complimented. She restarted rubbing his belly.

“Well, I think it's super cute when you're whimpering in my hands,” she said with lowered eyes.

“Oh god,” he gasped.

“I know I was a little stunned about how much you chubbed up, but the more I look at you, the cuter it looks.”

“Really?” he asked genuinely. Lori nodded.

“I think I see why you're always touching my belly.” She didn't mind when he did, but she didn't have the same sensual response that Sam clearly did. It made her feel loved and appreciated, not horny. She was certainly feeling hot from touching him though. Sam started moaning more openly and she was getting more into it. “That was a monster bowl you took down Sammy.” She nodded her head to his bowl.

“I didn't want the leftovers to go to waste.”

“They certainly didn't. You must be so full, huh?”

“Uhnng.”

“That's what's making this belly rub feel so good.” She felt her total control over him buzzing in her fingertips and on her tongue. “It makes me wonder how you managed all this time. Too hungry for your own good.” She spied him stiffening in his shorts and sent a hand his way, but he redirected her back to his belly. She was a little confused, but could take the redirection without protest.

“I really did get out of control,” he said.

“I'm starting to think you enjoyed it the whole time, Sam.” She pinched his little belly and jostled it a little. “It is kinda fun huh?” She said, looking up at him, but his head was tilted back and his eyes were closed. She would have thought she was giving him the head of his life. It was doing it for him. She was happy to do it, even if it did seem strange to her. “My husband, a little porker,” she mused. His eyes flickered open and he looked almost flattered.

“Am I really that big?”

“For you, yes. But you're still a little guy to me. Just a chubbier little guy.” He looked a tiny bit disappointed by that. She wondered if he had been looking for her to play it up. “I mean to be honest though,” his eyes perked up, “You're the fattest you've ever been Sammy. Let's see the real damage.” She pulled up his hoodie just under his chest. Her eyes went wide seeing the pale expanse bare for the first time. She could feel him reading every twitch of her face. “Wow Babe. Maybe you got bigger than I thought,” she said, not really exaggerating. She traced the stretch marks at the base of his pudge causing him to squirm a little.

“They've been so itchy,” he reported. She gave them a light scratch with her nails oohing aloud.

“They're fresh Sammy. Growing pretty fast, huh.” He ran a hand over his groin and shrugged knowingly. “The real question is, how are you gonna stop,” she teased.

“I can lose it all again,” he said confidently, but with a hint of confliction in his voice. She gave him a skeptical look that made him blush again.

“I'm pretty sure you've been thinking about dessert this whole time. You stuff a family's serving of spaghetti in your belly, and I just know your greedy self is scheming in the background.” He bit his lip, attempting to hold something back. She grabbed his belly by each side squeezing it together slightly. “Tell me Sam,” she softly demanded.

“What?” Totally guilty.

“Whatever you're not telling me. Did you already have your special pig night planned out?” He nodded.

“It's in the fridge,” he confessed. Lori got up, her mind racing through the possibilities. He had intended on eating dessert. Of course he had. Her early arrival clearly putting a pause on his gluttonous night, and more accurately, 2 months “in”. She was sure at this point that he had spent his days and nights stuffing himself. Maybe that's why he always was a little breathless during their night calls. He was recovering from a long day of gorging. And not only was he doing that, he was thoroughly hot from doing it? Lori acknowledged that was weird. People turned on by food, that was like some sick fetish or something.

Was she taking fast strides to the fridge right now out of curiosity, or did she intend to bring whatever she found immediately to Sam? It was certainly the latter. But how did she feel about that? When she opened the fridge door she realized she had been holding her breath, her thighs clamped together. She was into it.

In the middle of the fridge she could see a small cheesecake sampler, with a few pieces missing. She wondered what his intentions for it had been. “Just a slice?” She called to him, doubtful.

He hesitated before responding, “Just uh one…or two.” She walked back into the living room with the container. Sam shifted to pull his shirt down, but was reminded how far up it had been pulled and just grabbed at his own excess. “Already doing the habitual fatty shirt pull, I see. Why don't you just take that off all the way.” Sam complied and gave a small relieved sigh.

“Tighter than I realized.” She scanned his now visible chest and felt like his once firm nipples were staring at her like blown up googly eyes. He followed her gaze and ran his hands over his chest, causing his nipples to firm up. “I always thought having fat on my chest would be the end of the world, but I don't know. What do you think,” he asked.

“With all that belly you got now, it might look off balance if you didn't. It almost makes you look strong, but we'll let that be our secret.” She set the container down. “Now be honest, were you going to eat this whole thing tonight?” he shook his head.

“Of course not. I would have saved each of us a slice for tomorrow. Obviously a strawberry topped one for you and whatever I got to last for me.”

“So you would have had 4 pieces, no questions asked?” He shrugged. “You were never that greedy Sammy,” she mock-scolded.

“I know,” he said, cautiously looking at her. She squinted her eye at him a second longer and patted her legs.

“Welp! Let's have cheesecake then.” She popped the lid off and took up a strawberry flavored slice and held it up to “cheers” him. Sam grabbed a chocolate swirl piece and tapped his slice to hers, taking half into his mouth right away.

“I appreciate you being cool Lori,” he said, after swallowing. Lori gave him a funny look, as she was sure she had started quite uncool and had been fucking around with him since then. “I just imagined things going much worse after last night. And I really was holding out for this cheesecake.” He pushed the rest into his mouth and hummed with pleasure.

“Well how could I be hard on you when you're having such a good time. You're already getting hard again,” she said, with a glance at his lap. She watched it twitch as he grabbed a slice with chopped nuts on top. She was truly fascinated by his reaction to eating. How long had he felt that way? Was it new? What was so enticing to him about it. She didn't want to ruin the moment by getting too deep, but she was so curious.

He quickly finished the second piece and started a third, hardly paying attention to her. There was only him and the cake. He was really going in on it. She suddenly felt a warm surge between her legs. She was getting wet just watching. Her eyes watched his cheeks fill and the bulges disappear seconds later on a loop. What was so sexy about that?

He did look so content and determined at the same time. Maybe she was impressed by how much he could eat, especially without slowing down. And the sounds he was making with each bite was helping a lot. She wondered if his little belly was starting to get too full. She suspected it could be after his big dinner and three slices of cheesecake.

Her curiosity got the best of her, and she shoved the rest of her piece in her mouth, scooting close. She rested her head on his shoulder and ran her hand over his belly. It was soft on the surface but more firm underneath. He gave a soft groan, leaning back.

“Might be pushing it,” he said, a mix of worry and disappointment in his voice. She looked at the 2 slices left. She kissed his shoulder and gave his belly a pat. He let out a little burp and groaned. “Whoops.”

“I think you could do it.”

“I can't even lean forward,” he said, trying to steady his breath. She handed him a caramel swirl slice, and he didn't hesitate at all. It was gone faster than any other slice.

“Last piece Sammy.” He took it and looked over at her, thankful. She could see his erection pressing firmly against his shorts. She had a sneaking feeling that he would accept the attention now, especially with some accompaniment.

She reached right into his shorts and gripped his hard on firmly, stroking him slowly. “I can't believe you got so fat and greedy so fast,” she said. “I guess I took all the self control with me.”

“I certainly don't have it,” he moaned, taking another bite. She wondered for a split second if what she was doing was actually wrong. If A doctor walked in on them would they be utterly appalled? But Sam's moaning and loud smacking on his stuffed bite quickly drowned the thoughts out. She pumped him faster and Sam encouraged her to be more aggressive with her hand on his gut, by pushing her hand into it firmly with his own. She dug her fingers into his softness and growled at him, “And he likes his new weight played with like a little fat whore.” He groaned loud. He pushed the last bite to his lips and chewed desperately. “I can't believe you ate so much of that Sammy. Those stretch marks better watch out.” she ran her mid length nails over the little red lines and he writhed under her touch.

“That feels amazing,” he choked out. His head was back and eyes closed, visibly rolling around under his lids. She couldn't help but think he was utterly adorable, and she knew he'd be even cuter when he was a post orgasm puddle.

“Just think about how much better it'll feel tomorrow when you're even bigger, you little pig,” she said, concluding with a firm smack to the under curve of his belly. Sam finished explosively and sprawled messily on the couch. Eventually he made his way to the bedroom and jumped in the shower, and Lori cleaned up the living room, excited to get back to Sam's swollen belly.