Chapter 5 - Cards Are Down

Lori was beyond excited to be driving home finally. She had been busy in her last week at work and was not as consistent with communication with her husband. He wasn't particularly eager himself though. She had tried seeing if he'd mention their video call in texts, but he never brought it up again. Not that night, not his weight, or his apparent stuffing habit. She thought it was a little weird, because everytime they had talked about it she would get excited that they could just commit to fucking around with it. Yet, Sam always seemed to back pedal. This was confusing because he was absolutely the one who started it all. It was as if he was comfortable being an oblivious, or possibly careless, greedy mess in isolation, but absolutely mortified in her conscious presence. Lori was sure she had been directly approving the last time, but could acknowledge she was less than welcoming before.

She figured it would be easier to talk about and see what's going on in person, and she was determined to lay it all out in the open. She didn't want Sam feeling so weird about something that she was so eager to dive into. Watching him get thicker had been a real rush so far, and one she wouldn't have suspected she'd be so into. He had been so average and many peoples’ “goal” before, which only made her more tempted to tease him for it. She couldn't help the feeling. Having been heavy forever, it was comical to see her husband make his way through the levels of fatness. Him resorting to wearing her clothes for refuge, being just one gem. She wondered if he wasn’t buying a size up in hopes to truly lose weight.

At this point, she thought it was all too clear. Sam was struggling to lose weight. Maybe more accurately struggling to diet. His appetite was taking over his body. She wasn't sure when exactly that happened or what was really driving him to overeat like he had been as of late, but she suspected it had lots to do with all the sexual moaning he did afterwards. Was he sexually driven to stuff himself? Did her trips away open a gate for him to limitlessly eat a ton and jack off in privacy? Had he always wanted to do that? She had to know. And even if it made her Sammy squirm with embarrassment, she was going to find out. Who was she kidding? She loved to see him so adorably embarrassed.

She sort of hoped she'd catch him off guard again, mid stuffing, or particularly exposed by his clothing. But he knew when she'd be arriving and doubted such a show could await her. What she did know was that it wouldn't be too hard to convince him to get stuffed once she was back. And she thought if she showered him in praise, he'd come right out into the open. She couldn't believe how shy he'd been about his chubby face, which hadn't even grown that much. Maybe he'd seen his mother, and she had made some comment about his new size. She'd always felt like his mom thought she was too fat for him. He insisted it wasn't true, but he didn't know how to detect fat shaming the same as her. He'd interpret some of her comments as “concern”, while Lori was sure she was being rude. Lori let things go for his sake, but always left space for her distrust. She didn't want to get amped up over a mere guess, but she'd surely verify her inclination.

She walked up to the door and rang it, deciding to summon him directly. She could hear his steps as he approached the door, which she wasn't sure if he used to be a loud walker. Sam opened the door with a momentarily confused expression, instantly switching to a big smile. He threw his arms around her and she hugged him tight. He felt comfortingly soft under her arms and she sighed happily, her hands brushing his lower back that was more thick than before. She pulled back and smiled into his face followed by a quick kiss. He blushed a little and fidgeted with the college hoodie he wore that was confidently not his own. Lori could still see a red nail polish mark on the corner of the front pocket, remembering how upset she was to ruin the gray hoodie.

“I'll get your bags, Babe,” he said, quickly moving to the trunk and slinging her duffle bag on his shoulder. He grabbed the suitcase and followed her into the house and immediately hauled them upstairs.

Lori surveyed the downstairs and could tell Sam had done a deep clean before her arrival. The glass coffee table was spotless with a candle burning in the center, coasters neatly on either side. Even the pillows were arranged how she liked. She could detect where Sam spent most of his days, the couch having a slight lazy depression where he always sat. She smirked and went to the kitchen. Again, immaculate. She wasn't upset, as she hated cleaning after a trip, but was hoping for a little more evidence. She found nothing of note in the fridge. Aside from a mostly empty case of Dr. Pepper. She pushed at the garbage can lid and it was resistant to swing back. It was stuffed full of take out containers and bags from fast food establishments. He tried, she thought. Nothing could be kept from a police detective like herself.

Lori made her way upstairs, as Sam clearly wasn't just dropping the bags and coming back. She found him in the room stuffing clothes back into his drawers from the floor. Bent over all the way making the set of moons on his backside too enticing through his pajama pants. She playfully tapped his butt and he shot up. “Look at all this butt,” she said.

“You like big butts now?” he asked, chuckling nervously.

“I do. I always did. I love all butts. But mostly just yours.” She could see her side of the closet, where banished small clothes went, was wide open. “Downstairs looks great by the way. I appreciate it.”

“Least I could do. I obviously didn't make it to the room.” She shrugged and sat on the bed calling him over with a pat beside her. He sat next to her and she wrapped her arms around him pulling them both on their backs.

“I missed you,” she said, kissing his shoulder. He confirmed he had too. “I couldn't stop thinking about our video call last week,” she said scandalously. Sam looked over at her surprised.

“Really?”

“You act like you weren't there. And I remember you very clearly. Wouldn't have been as exciting if you weren't.” A flash of pride came over him, but quickly faded.

She rolled over and looked at him hard. She pinched his chin, her other fingers lightly brushing his baby double chin. His eyes fluttered and eventually locked on her, like he knew he was about to get “yelled” at. “What?” he asked, knowing.

“That's what I should ask you. Why are you acting so funny?” She watched him suck on a sliver of his bottom lip. He sighed and stared at the ceiling, Lori letting his chin go. She put her hand on his chest and rubbed it, waiting patiently. He felt so soft under her touch but thought it best not to explore exactly how soft they were in the moment.

“I think I got fatter than I thought I had,” he said, disappointed.

“You're upset by the thought?”

“No. I know I did. I got on the scale again.” Lori felt her heart rate pick up. Her curiosity had been building on that very information lately. “I'm 200 lbs Lori,” he confessed. Lori felt herself getting hot. When she didn't respond Sam looked at her. She pursed her lips at him.

“What's the emergency?”

“50 lbs is quite a lot. I've never been so big. It's not good.” Lori lowered her eyes at him, suspiciously.

“Who told you that?” Sam blinked hard at her. She couldn't possibly have known.

“Well,” he said hesitantly. “My mom came and visited to see the new house,” he started. Lori held her tongue, but scoffed inwardly. “She was very concerned about me. Made me get on the scale. It was very embarrassing. How did I let this happen?” Lori took a breath and stifled all negative comments about her mother in law.

“Sam, you're an adult man. She can't come in here and literally shame you. I don't care how concerned she may have been. You were pretty happy just the other day. How do you feel about it all? Taking away what anyone else thinks.”

He shrugged. “I'm not sure, honestly. It feels like it all happened so fast. Even though I guess a few months isn't overnight.” His hands slipped into the pocket of the hoodie, and she could see him squeezing his belly. “I wish I could fit my clothes. That's the worst part.”

“Let's get you new clothes.” Lori said it like it was obvious.

“Isn’t that committing to being… chubby?” She smiled at his choice to not say fat.

“Sam. You are chubby now. You could hold on to your old clothes if you want, but you can't have nothing to wear in the meantime. Even if you look adorable in my clothes.” A small smile came on his face.

“But I also want to look good for you,” he whined. She sat up now and turned to him, crossing her legs.

“Sam I think you are perfect. I told you that the other day. I'm telling you now. You are very cute. Super hot.”

“A nice wife would say that. I don't want you to try and make me feel better about it.”

“Let's not pretend I'm a sugary sweet wife, Sammy. I love you, and will tell you how it is. And how it is,” she said, grabbing a little pinch of his side chub, “Is I like you. Even as a little doughy man.” He blushed and smiled.

“But you're gonna get so skinny now,” he complained. Lori laughed out loud.

“Don't be ridiculous. I’m happy where I'm at now. I never wanted to be skinny. As if that would make either of us happy,” she said looking at him. He raised his brows, acknowledging her factual deduction.

“I do think you look perfect. Always do. I'd be a little sad to see your belly completely disappear,” he said, rubbing her belly with his thumb. She gave him a look that said “point proven”. He laughed a little. “Okay. I was being a baby again. I'm sorry.”

“Forgiven. Can I get you naked now? It's been too long and I have wanted you since you opened the door. He nodded eagerly. Lori proceeded to strip and pull his pajama pants off leaving his boxer briefs, for the time being. She pulled the hoodie over his head and loved to see him wiggle to help, his belly shaking around. He pulled his head out the sweater and shirt, shoving it off the bed. He saw her staring at his belly and studied her face. “Gorgeously thick,” she said, putting her hands firmly on him. So much soft fat hung above his waist. She suspected he hadn’t eaten, as his chub was so malleable, making it addictive to play with.

She kissed him hard, keeping a hand on his soft belly. Sam's hands were holding her butt exploring the newly shaped curves. He pushed himself against her from under her. They kept making out and she reached down to see if he was ready, but only found him to be half hard. She figured she turn it up, and straddled him more aggressively, putting more of her weight on him. He always liked that. And she was sure to let her breasts to hang in his face. His mouth found them instantly. She was extra vocal and dramatic. A few minutes passed and she was sure he'd be ready.

She was taken aback when he was still partially soft. It was so off-putting, she stopped everything. “Are you okay Sam?” He looked a little frustrated.

“Yea. I don't know what's up. Well I know what isn't,” he joked, flustered. “You're very hot Lori. I think I must be in my head. I want to. Believe me. Maybe a little later?” She nodded and lay next to him putting her hand on his belly again. “So hot Lori. For real,” he said, slapping her butt and gripping it. She wished he was as horny as she was in the moment, because she would kill to take it from the back with a few more slaps on her butt. She only had to think an extra second before she was grinning.

“I'm actually kind of hungry. How are you feeling?” she asked.

“I could eat.” She needed nothing more.

Lori ordered the two of them calzones and wings that sat on the bed all of two seconds before Sam entered an obvious eating trance. He was almost halfway through his own food and their shared wings when she couldn't hold her thoughts back anymore. “You must have been pretty hungry.” He looked over as if she'd fallen through the ceiling.

“I guess so. Am I making a huge mess of myself?” he said, suddenly self conscious.

“Not at all. You're very cute.” He kept eating, more aware of her watching him. He'd catch her eye, grin, and continue stuffing his face.

He finished the wings and was looking at the last quarter of his calzone with uncertainty. He looked over at Lori who had a curious expression. She was sure he had done much worse when she wasn't around. He couldn't really be that full. “You ok?”

“Maybe I should save it.”

“A quarter? You can't finish it?” She challenged. He laughed.

“You're funny Lore. I could finish it and yours. I'm just not trying to show my ass as soon as your back. I've been really bad lately.”

“ I know that. I was hoping to see exactly that.”

“Another set up,” he stated.

“I know you like it Sam. I do too. I'm looking to rub a full gut. So, can you stop playing coy about it and demolish this food already?”

“Well when you put it like that.” He easily finished the rest of his food and Lori insisted he finish the rest of hers. She wanted to reach out and feel his belly, especially now that he was slowing down and breathing heavier. She didn't want to scare him off though. As if he was reading her mind, his hand came over and plucked hers up and put it on his thick gut. She couldn't have had a better invitation.

She let her fingers glide over his firmer belly and let her fingers sink in. The little moans started up from Sam. “Your belly is feeling pretty tight,” she purred.

“It's getting full for sure. Do you like it?”

“I love it. You're so greedy.”

“I know. I just can't stop. Your belly rubs feel awesome, Babe. I could have used them when you were gone. I was the greediest I'd ever been. Honestly.”

“A secret little pig.” He laughed.

“I guess so. Not much of a secret now, huh?”

“And I'm so happy for that fact.”

“Why’s that?” he asked, through a mouth full of food.

“Now I get to watch you get all stuffed and horny. Maybe tease you a little more, if you're okay with it.” He blushed. “And maybe I'll get to see how fat this little pig can get.”

“You want me to get fatter?” He gulped, excited.

“Don't you?” she said, knowing. She watched him finish chewing, hoping his response was an affirmative one.

“Make me, Lori,” he said, reaching for his cock. Lori ripped of a cheese and sausage filled chunk of calzone, dunked it into the sauce, and nearly shoved it in his mouth. He chewed eagerly, moaning hard. Lori gave his belly a slap and Sam burped heavily. He looked surprised at first but was undoubtedly relieved. “Ugh. That felt good. Getting so full, Lore.” She felt as if she was melting from the inside out, especially because she could feel how wet she was just sitting there.

“Almost done. Just a few more bites.” She fed him the rest, rubbing his tight bloated belly, as he grabbed at his cock. “You're so turned on by stuffing, Babe. I knew you just had to eat to get off.”

“It's really hard to when I'm not. I've tried. All I can think about is how empty my gut feels and how badly I want to stretch it and have it rubbed and smacked,” he groaned. “It’s pathetic,” he said, grabbing himself harder.

“I think it's sexy. And apparently, Sam, so do you.” He smirked at her, pleased.


Lori fell onto the bed in ecstasy, her ass feeling almost sore from the slaps it endured. She could still feel the place where her husband’s belly had been softly rubbing against the top of her cheeks. He slumped onto the bed next to her, panting still. His body rising and falling powerfully. His hands were on his own belly casually fondling it, which was too adorable to Lori.

“I can't believe you're into this, Lori,” he sighed.

“Believe it, Sam. But if it helps, it was surprising to me too. I never knew I'd like growing fat boys,” she teased.

“If we keep this up I'll certainly be growing. No doubt about that.” He shook his belly with both hands.

“I don't know who you're playing with that ‘if’. I am expecting a bigger Sam soon.”

“Are you?” he asked, gripping his belly harder.

“What do we got around here for dessert?” Sam smiled, revealing there were plenty of sweets in the bedroom alone.