Spoiling You~

Chapter 1

"Cmon, you're practically done with your food. Remember, I bought it, so the least you could do is finish it," Jason said, putting fry to my mouth. I sighed, and ate it, as he smirked in triumph.

I wanted nothing more than to rub my already-bloated gut, but the last thing I needed was for him to get turned on more than he already was.

"We're not leaving until you finish," he said, before pulling out his phone and opening some mobile game. I stared at the remaining food on my plate. A handful of fried, half of a breadstick, and a full wing left. I had already eaten five wings, three full breadsticks and the rest of the fries and I was already on my third cup of Pepsi cola.

I took a big chug of my drink, and began to go to work on my food. I felt sluggish, but finally finished. I couldn't bear it anymore and began to rub my gut, despite being in a public place. He took my hand as we left, and whispered, "Good girl."

I blushed as we got into the car.

*****

Jason was only a year older than me, but it felt as though it was a good 5 or so years. We meant in middle school, and he practically became my guardian, protecting me from bullies and anyone who talked ill of me. I was made fun of for being skinny and poor, but he took care of me, since his family came from money. In high school, I finally met his family, and they all adored me, like some helpless little puppy. I didn't mind though, since I would be able to eat dinner there almost every night.

Jason graduated a year before me, and was hired to work at his dad's business, where he made good money. The moment I graduated, Jason asked me to marry him, and I said yes. With no siblings, no father, and a deadbeat mother, this was the opportunity of a lifetime, and I couldn't say no.

A month later, after I turned 18, we got married. No wedding, just a simple trip to the court to legalize things.

Being friends with Jason for so many years, I thought I knew him the best, but it wasn't until we bought our first home and we lived together did I truly see him for who he was.

He preferred that I didn't work, and stayed at home, cleaning and cooking, which I agreed to as well. However, he was very demanding and kept me very submissive. I had a tendency to retaliated against him, but that was soon fixed when he began to feed me. See, he never laid a finger on me in any harmful way, but I knew that if I didn't listen, he could have me tossed aside like nothing. So i did what he asked of me.

I had always suspected that he liked big girls from the beginning, seeing that a lot of his crushes had tended to be chubby girls, but I didn't know the extend of which his fetish went.

Now, a year into our marriage, I was no longer a poor, skinny girl. I wore good clothes, whatever I wanted, and filled out my body. I was by no means chubby, but I knew that with the way Jason had me eating, I would soon get there. It wasn't all bad, though. I attended cocktails parties weekly, and went shopping occasionally with some of Jasons' friends' wives, whom were older than me. There was Janice, 25, Alicia, 27 and Jeanette, 24.. Yet, all three of them had one thing in common: their weight. See, I believe Jason was friends with those men's because they had common ground on many things, including taste in women. Plus, they were all born into wealth.

All three woman were heavy set, most likely all around 200-300lbs. I didn't see them all too much, but when I did, which was almost 2-3 times a month, they had me eat like one of them, which began to take a toll on my weight, especially with Jason feeding me at home.

I was closest with Janice, since she was the youngest of them, and also was the newest edition to the friend group. She was also coincidentally the smallest, most likely weighing in at 220-230lbs. She carried her weight well, and expressed that she loved being a heavy woman since her husband treated her so well. She said she wouldn't ever wanted to go over 350lbs, but her current weight goal was 300lbs. I didn't tell her at the time that I thought it was crazy, to want to gain so much weight, but she seemed happy and spoiled, and I couldn't blame her too, since I was also willing to gain a bit to keep my lavish life in tact.

A year and six months into our marriage, did Jason finally talk to me about the fetish. It was during dinner, which I had cooked. Per his request, I make enough to feed a "family of 3." So I did.

While we were eating, he finally spoke up. "I'm heavily attracted to Alicia."

I stopped eating, and stared at my plate. Alicia, one of his friends wives. The oldest one, and the heaviest.

"Why?" I said. And he was quick to respond, "Not that I would do anything, but her figure, in truth, is very much attractive to me, and I want you to be where she is."

My eyes widened, and I looked up at him to see he was already staring at me.

"I mean," I said, with a strained laugh, "Jason, she's got to be at least 300 pounds. I don't think I even weight in at 140-"

"That's why i'm going to keep feeding you. More and more. More than I already have been. And you're going to get there."

I paused, and I knew he saw my face of hesitation.

"I want to spoil you, and take care of you. And I always will. This is the least you can do for me in return. Okay, Amber?"

I thought about the $1000 bracelet on my wrist right now, and the $1000 earrings I had in my ears right now, and nodded. I heard him stand up, and walk over to me. He hugged me, "That's my good girl."

*****

Now, three years into our marriage, and we were driving back from the wing place.

"You ate quite a lot today, princess. A full on breakfast from that new brunch place. Ah, I forget the name. Two sandwiches from that shop. A handful of snacks from the mall. Pasta, and then asking for wings? My my, your growing a bit of an appetite, are you now?"

I blushed in the passenger, and kept rubbing my gut. The day was planned by Jason, but after, I was still hungry and craving wings. I couldn't help it. He did turn me into somewhat of a monster.

He pulled into a parking lot, and I gave him a confused look.

"You think you're getting off that easily? My baby hasn't even had dessert. What kind of husband would I be if I didn't spoil you properly?" He grinned, "I'll just go pick someone up for you. You stay seated. I would try to make room in that tummy of yours. Because your going to finish whatever I give you."

Jason walked off, and I closed my eyes and began to massage my gut, burping in the process.

I heard the back car door open, and saw Jason place something back there, before getting back into the drivers side.

"I would have handed it to you," he said, driving off, "But I think your belly is in the way."

As we got home, he went to open my door for me, and gave me a hand. I huffed as I got up, and waddled to the door. He told me to go the the kitchen, and reluctantly obeyed.

I sat down, catching my breath, and he placed before me, a thick, chocolate cake.

My jaw dropped, and I looked at him, "Jason, I....I'm a little stuffed right now-"

He grabbed a fork, and shoved a piece in my mouth, "Delicious right? It's your favorite. I should know. You don't think I see the purchases you make when your alone? Baby, those are my credit cards you use. And I know you go there practically every day, for sweets."

I gulped. He was right. I had found the place on social media, and fell in love with their sweet treat collection. My favorite, however, was their rich chocolate cake. Chocolate on chocolate. I got it once a week, but only a slice or two.

"So now, you're going to finish that entire cake before I get back. Or there will be serious consequences." He smiled, and walked upstairs.

I stared at the cake before me, and began to go to work. As full as I was, I couldn't help but want bite after bite. Years ago, I couldn't have even fathom eating this much, but Jason turned me into a pig, and now I couldn't stop myself from eating. It wasn't Jason anymore, but me.

Soon enough, with frosting coating my lips, and crumbs down my chest, I had finished the cake, and fell asleep right on the dinner table.

When i woke up, Jason was there with a full body mirror and a scale.

"Undress for me, my love."

I did as I was told, and ripped off my tight clothes.

"Look at yourself. Look at how beautiful you are."

I was hesitant to really look, but once I did, I knew that I would be trapped in this body forever.

Like a pig, I had frosting around my mouth, and some on my nose. My cheeks were round and full, as well as my face. I had a thick double chin that hid my neck away. My shoulders looked bigger, and my arms were fat and squishy. My arms couldn't fully go down to my side, on account of my rolls of fat preventing them from doing so. My fat gut bulged forward and down, covered in red stretch marks. My thick thighs pressed hard against each other, full of cellulite and covered in faint stretch marks.

He placed the scale down on the floor, and pointed to it, without saying a word. I knew what he meant, and stepped on it.

100....157.....211.....267.......299....30 8.....312.....317.

317, the scale said, laughing at me. I couldn't believe my eyes. In just 2 years, I managed to gain almost 200lbs.

"Wow...." Jason said, his eyes wide and his dick hard, "You're even fatter than I thought you were....." I frowned slightly, "A hundred pounds a year...." He whispered.

He let the mirror lean against the wall, before grabby one of my pudgy hands and taking me into the bedroom. He pushed me down hard on the bed, and quickly took off his clothes. Unlike me, he was lean, and muscular, not a bit of fat on him. He crawled on top of me, massaging my boobs. I moaned loudly, as he caressed my nipples. His face came close to mine, before he whispered "I've been waiting a long time for this. Your so fat, it's disgusting. Look at yourself...."

He then made love to me.