caught by my wife

chapter 1

"Honey, we need to talk" my wife Rachel told me.

"Okay sweetheart, let's talk" I responded, seriously wondering what I did wrong.

She smiled at me and said, "Let's go into the kitchen." she gently took my hand and walked me to a kitchen chair. I sat down and looked at her smiling face. I have to admit, that's not how these types of conversations typically start in our household.

She looked me in the eye and started "Look, we've been married for 1.5 wonderful years and I've enjoyed every moment, but." Alright here it comes I thought.

"I know you've been secretly fattening me. When we first got married I wore a size 8 and weighed 125lbs. Now, I wear a very snug size 12 and weigh close to 180lbs and at 5'6" the changes in my body are starting to show. Do you understand that a size 12 is considered the clothing size entry point for a plus size woman?" she told me. "Um, um, um well I" started to say and she cut me off.

"Hold it, let me finish. Don't think that I haven't noticed how you keep buying me my favorite candy, pastries, ice cream, and are always taking me to my favorite restaurants. Don't think that I haven't noticed that you encourage me to order that dessert. Don't think that I haven't noticed that you urge me to take it easy and that you'll care for the household chores. Don't think that I haven't noticed that as I gained, the more attention you've paid to my body. Also, and most importantly, don't think that I haven't noticed that when a large woman walks or waddles by, I can see you almost drooling. It's very clear to me that you like large women" she said. I started again, "Um, um, um well I" and again she cut me off.

"Sweetheart, here's my point, if you are going to fatten me, you need to do it right! I know you're a closet feeder and truth be told, I'm a closet feedee. You never noticed that I didn't get upset when you brought home all of my favorite yummy and fattening treats. I never complained, did I? No more of this sneaking around, I don't want to keep any secrets from each other. Now, what do you have to say for yourself?"

My heart was pounding, I couldn't believe what I just heard but now was my chance, "I love you and I'm sorry for keeping this secret from you. But, I was afraid that if I confessed my desires, you'd think I'm weird or sick."

"Okay, I understand and get that. But, now that we've cleared the air, I want you to understand something. I want you to feed me every day and on the weekends all day. I want you to stuff my belly to the point where I beg you to stop. But you don't stop and you keep feeding me, encouraging me to eat and grow for you, for me, and for us. I want you to encourage me, telling me how beautiful I'm getting with each pound and inch I gain, and how I'm going to keep growing. I want to feel my clothes grow tighter and tighter as my body expands. I want us to go shopping together and pick out clothes that are not only my current size, but 2 or 3 sizes larger. I want you to take me out so the world can see how proud we are of my growing body. Understand that I have no weight limit and it turns me on thinking about us having to buy a new bed because my body is so enormous that I take up too much room. It turns me on thinking about how we will have to remodel the house because I don't fit through the doors. You know what turns me on the most, I have no idea how my body will expand. Where will an extra 100, 200, or 300 pounds go on my body? Will I become pear shaped, grow a big round belly, or will the weight be evenly distributed. Do you understand what I want? Will you commit to feeding me, making me grow bigger, fatter, and heavier?"

"Sweetheart, you have made me the happiest man in the world. Of course I will feed you, fatten you, and make you the sexiest SSBBW the world has even seen."

"Well ok then, let's get this party started! But first, I have a surprise for you" she said as she reached across the table for an unmarked box. She opened the box and pulled out a dress that looked as if it could be a tent. She put on the dress, smiled at me and said, "Right now I wear a size 12, weigh 180lbs, and I measure 37-31-44 and wear a D cup bra. This dress is an 8x or size 48 and it is designed to fit a woman that measures 76-75-82. To fit this dress I will weigh over 500lbs, and lord knows how big my breasts will be. In other words, my body will expand 39" in my chest, 44" for my waist, and 38" for my hips. And I will have gained over 300lbs. And, that's only if my gain is proportional."

"Honey are you okay? You don't look good."

"I'm okay, this is just a lot to absorb. I'm extremely excited and my head is spinning with where to begin."

"Well, I do have one more thing I want to do. I want to create video clips of you feeding me and document my journey of me growing from plus size into a BBW and then into a SSBBW. I also want to make video clips of you playing with and jiggling all of my fat on my swelling body. Then, to help pay for all the food and expenses my fattening journey will incur, we can sell them on the Internet" she explained.

"I'm up for everything that you want to do and I'm ready to start this journey. What I'll do is convert the spare bedroom into our feeding room. Also, I'll setup several camera mounts so we can video various POVs. I know there's more that needs to be done but first, let's go clothes shopping for you."

"I like your plan but before we go clothes shopping, look in the pantry and refrigerator. You'll like what you see."

I opened the door to the pantry and saw stacks of boxes of donuts, cookies, pastries, cupcakes, pop tarts, jelly rolls, and candy. I turned to look at Rachel and she was grinning ear to ear. She pointed to the refrigerator and I opened the door. It was filled with heavy cream, whole milk, 3 kinds of cheese cake, chocolate syrup, ice cream toppings, pie, ribeyes, pork chops, baby back ribs, and assorted vegetables. I then opened the freezer and it had 6 cartons of her favorite ice cream.

"What do you plan on doing with all that food?"

"For starters, you're going to feed and stuff me before we go shopping. I've slipped into my tight size 12s and I want to see if you're man enough to make my belly burst out of my blouse."
I smiled at her and said "game on!" I then pulled out a cheesecake, heavy cream, donuts, cookies, cupcakes, pastries, and ice cream.

"What are you going to do with all of that food?"

"You're going to eat it."

She looked at me with genuine concern in her eyes and said, "Ok, I asked to be stuffed. So, stuff me and tell me how fat I'm going to get from eating all of this food."

She sat down at the kitchen table and her size 12 blouse was showing some strain but I could tell that after her belly was full of food that blouse would be ruined.

"Here baby, open and eat these cupcakes then drink some heavy cream to wash it down."

She assumed the role of feedee and greedily ate all four of the cupcakes and drank a pint of heavy cream. I unwrapped four pastries (bear claws), gave her 5 donuts, a dozen cookies, 2 more cupcakes, and mixed the heavy cream with ice cream; and fed each and every bit into her expanding belly.

About halfway through her first feeding I could tell she was getting uncomfortable with all the food I was feeding her and she started to groan. "Oh my god, this is starting to hurt, I don't know if I can eat the rest." "If you want to get fat and grow you have to eat the rest. Otherwise you'll look just like all of the other skinny girls out there. If you want to grow rounder, this is what you have to do. Think of how much sexier eating all of this food will make you. Each bite you take will make you grow heavier and bigger" I told her.

She closed her eyes, concentrating and when she opened them she starting eating with all the gusto of anyone I had ever seen! She washed each bite down with ice/heavy cream mixture. After about 20 minutes she finished, groaning about how full she is and how much her belly hurt. But, she also told me that her fullness and pain turned her on. She sat there rubbing and patting her bloated belly and described for me all of the food she ate. "So for my first feeding/stuffing I ate 4 bear claws, 5 donuts, 12 cookies, 6 cupcakes, and drank half a gallon of the heavy cream mixed with ice cream. My belly hurts really bad and I'm almost afraid to move. Are you proud of me?"

"Of course sweetheart, and look at how big your belly has swollen and your blouse is so stretched across your belly it looks like it could rip."

"Let's go shopping, I need some bigger clothes. And when we get home you could feed me some more."

So we went shopping and for the first time in her life she purchased all of her clothes in the Woman's department. She bought blouses, pants, yoga pants, and dresses in sizes 14, 16, and 18. Before we left the last store she changed into a size 18 dress and wore it out the door. She looked really hilarious and people stared at her very loose fitting dress. When we got in the car she looked at me and said, "I'm hungry, let's stop for some fast food". We went into a McDonalds and she ordered 20 McNuggets, 1 Big Mac, 1 Quarter Pounder, 2 large fries, and 3 large shakes. Her definite weakness are shakes, she loves them. She ate each and every bite, but with her oversize dress on it was hard to tell just how full her belly was. And, when I reached out to rub it she told me, "Nope, no touch. You have to earn the belly rubs. You didn't feed me one single bite mister. If you want to rub, you have to feed." So I countered, "I'll be right back."

I went back to the counter and ordered another Big Mac, Quarter Pounder, large fry, and 2 large milk shakes. As she saw me walking towards her with yet even more food her eyes widened. "What are you going to do with all that food?"
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Fivepointno 7 years
Wow great story !
Fivepointno 7 years
Wow great story !