Chapter 14

The rest of the holiday season was filled with dinners and parties, which contributed pounds and inches to both of their waistlines. At one party, Mallory was putting snacks on her plate when Robbie came up behind her. “That’s all you’re having? How do you expect to keep growing if you don’t fill your plate?” he teased.

“Oh, so you want this ass to get even bigger?” He responded by putting his hand on one of her basketball sized cheeks and jiggling it. No one could see what he was doing with his bulk in the way.

“That’s right, babe. Let’s supersize this ass.”

Mallory added more snacks to her plate and whispered, “Don’t worry babe. This is only the first plate of the night.”

On New Year's Eve, Robbie and Mallory were getting ready to go to a party with Heather and Dennis. After his shower, Robbie stepped on the scale. The numbers flashed and then settled at 301 pounds. “Mallory, come look at this.” She came in, looked at the scale and smiled.

“I can’t wait to make love to my 301 pound husband.” He stepped off the scale and she stepped on. The numbers reset and showed that she was now 207 pounds.

“And I can’t wait to make love to my 207 pound wife,” he said with a wolfish grin, grabbing at her bulging muffin top.

“We’ll have to wait until after the party, lover. Heather and Dennis are waiting on us. But when we get home, we’re going to bring in the new year with a bang!”

Reluctantly, Robbie put off ravishing his 207 pound wife and got dressed. Once again, Mallory had ordered larger sizes for him, so his pants, shirt and sports coat fit him comfortably. In fact, as usual she had gotten him clothes with room to grow. Mallory draped her curvalicious body in a black maxi-dress that clung to her larger than ever breasts, belly and butt. Which was the point, of course.

The New Years party was being hosted by Heather and Dennis, so it was a short walk to their house. Robbie didn’t bother to knock as they could hear party sounds already and just walked in. Heather greeted them with a hearty “Happy New Year!” She had obviously been indulging as her hips were noticeably broader than they had been. Robbie saw Dennis across the room and guessed that he was a good 30 pounds heavier than last summer. Mallory whispered to Heather, “You weren’t kidding about fattening him up, Heather.”

Heather giggled and answered, “It’s been great feeding him and seeing his belly grow. I’d forgotten how much fun it is. Of course,” patting her thicker hip, “I’ve managed to add a few pounds to my own figure.”

“How does Dennis like it?” Mallory asked. “I mean, not just his own weight gain but yours too?”

“He enjoys the pampering and doesn’t mind his belly getting bigger. And he loves playing with my new rolls. But best of all,” Heather lowered her voice even more, “the other night we were making love when it happened.”

“You mean…?”

“I mean that what you told about his fat belly rubbing my G spot? Yes, it happened and it was…” she paused, “glorious.”

“Are you going to make him fatter so his belly hits it every time?”

“Damn right I am, girl. I’m going to make him my G spot hitting fat machine.” The two girls laughed conspiratorially.

As Robbie drifted through the room chatting with various acquaintances he noticed that most everyone was heavier than the previous year. Some a little, some a lot. But none had gone from skinny to fat like he had. He also noticed that everyone seemed to warm to him more. He was no longer the in shape guy that made everyone else self-conscious about their weight. He was now one of the fattest in the room and everyone seemed to like him more for it.

He found Dennis in the kitchen re-filling snack trays. “Hey, neighbor,” Robbie said, patting his big belly, “looks like we both have wives that like to feed us!”

Dennis laughed and patted his own rounder tummy. “I’m blaming you,” he said with a grin. “Once you porked up, it set something off in Heather and she’s been feeding me non-stop.”

“Are you complaining?” Robbie asked.

“Hell, no! I’m being spoiled rotten. And,” Dennis paused to see if anyone could hear them, “she loves playing with my belly. All I have to do is walk around the house without a shirt on and she’s all over my belly. And she damn near drags me into the bedroom. She seems to like our bellies riding against each other because she comes like never before.”

“Same with Mallory. She loves to get on top of me and ride me until she has a screaming orgasm. She calls it whale riding. I don’t mind her calling me a whale. She loves it and I love it.”

“I’d say we’ve got it made,” Dennis answered, holding up his fist for a fist bump.

“We can do better than a fist bump,” and Robbie bumped his fat belly into Dennis’ fat belly. “No telling how big these bellies will be next year.”

Robbie and Dennis rejoined the party. Everyone chatted, snacked and drank for the rest of the night, until midnight. Dennis brought out the champagne and everyone toasted the New Year. Robbie kissed his wife, hugging her soft round body. “It’s been a great year, babe. I gained almost 150 pounds since last year. You gained what, sixty? I wonder how much we’ll gain this year.”

“Let’s take it as it comes, babe. We can just relax and enjoy ourselves and not ever worry about our weight. But I know one thing. I want you to at least hit 310 pounds. The idea that you doubled your weight is so sexy to me.”

“Don’t forget your own figure. I think doubling your weight sounds pretty damn hot.”

Mallory hugged her big round husband, patting his fat belly. “To another fattening year, babe. Happy New Year.”