chapter 2 part 1

Darius asked me some hard questions today; I wish I knew why I couldn't just trust him completely. Marriage was supposed to be about trusting each other with all your heart and soul, and I dearly loved my whale of a husband. Seeing him fatten up like that drove me wild so it wasn't like I was losing my attraction to him, I wish I knew why. Our staff had come to terms with Darius and his desire to get fat and they actually started to feel like family to us now. After their initial shock of seeing their employer blow up like a balloon every month they got used to it. James, our butler was a little portly himself. I figured that was because his employer's habit had begun to rub off on him. Our staff took over the second floor of the mansion as their living quarters and they've taken really good care of it. The main floor was ours because it was easier for Darius to move around without going up and down stairs every day.

James was the head of our staff; he was their manager in a sense. He was a lovely man, tall like Darius, sandy brown hair and cheerful blue-green eyes that crinkled at the sides when he laughed or smiled and he was also British. I loved hearing his accent when he spoke; he was so articulate as well. He was seven years older than Darius but the two of them got along like brothers. I enjoyed their close relationship it made everyone in the house happy as well. We also had a head chef, Angela. She was from the New Orleans area and brought her wonderful Creole flair and cooking with her. She was in her mid-forties, dark skinned like many from the New Orleans area were and she always had an amazing story to tell us every time Darius wanted something more than gainer shakes for dinner. Angela's domain was the kitchen and she ran a tight ship; I liked her take charge attitude. Occasionally we would cook together, a mean jambalaya or shrimp dinner or even some desserts such as pecan pie or something banana flavoured. DJ's favourite meal was the mushed banana custard that Angela made. My little baby boy, so much like his father already, and barely a year old. We also had three maids who would clean up around the mansion, sisters. Anita, Jaime and Savannah; they were in their thirties like I was so the four of us would often hang out together like best friends. But by far our most colourful character was our groundskeeper, Aaron. He was from Ireland and had that Irish accent I remembered hearing a lot from going to my mother's family reunion. I'm also of Irish descent despite being born Canadian. When it was soccer season (or football as they called it) Aaron and James could let loose and just enjoy their shared love of the sport live via satellite in the main living room downstairs. However if their two favourite teams were playing each other, then they got rowdy.

James drove me to this new Big and Tall store he found recently and suggested that I take a look in there. It was a store that catered to both men and women and was quite popular.

"How did you learn about this place James?" I asked.

"I was just doing some research in my off time and thought that the master would enjoy having another option for clothing. Shall I take you there?" James replied.

"Sure, sounds good." I said.

He drove me to the side of the store then went to park the limo in the back out of the way. I went inside the store and looked around; it was a fairly large place. One half was for men and the other was for women. I wandered over to the men's side and started to browse the racks; they were very fine quality clothes, and stretch resistant which was good. I looked at the sizes; all were far too small for my every growing glutton at home. A salesman came over and asked if I needed help.

"I'm shopping for my husband, but these are all too small for him. Where are your larger sizes?" I replied.

"Perhaps if you told me how much larger you're looking for, that would be a good place to start." He said.

"Well, 6x or more for starters; he's a very big man." I said.

"Right this way; our larger sizes are in the back half I'll show you.

He showed me to the 6x and higher tables. The clothing was too heavy to hang up so they had to be laid out flat; I looked at a bunch of golf shirts and polos, 6x, 7x, and 8x sizes. I decided to get a good selection of all three sizes; they would do for now until Darius outgrew them. I also went over to the pants and shorts; they only had 72 inch pants out. Darius was already past that size; I frowned.

"Something wrong" The salesman asked.

"They don't have any bigger ones?" I replied.

"Bigger? Well those we keep as special order only. You know how it is with floor space limitations and such; most of our clients are right in these ranges."

"Well not my husband, I'll have to special order a lot it seems." I replied.

"Come with me, I'll take you to the special order desk." He said.

"Thank you."

It was very hard to maintain my control, the thought of Darius being too fat for their 72 inch pants was almost too much to bear; I was in public so I had to control myself. The salesman showed me a tablet with a touch screen display, he told me how to browse through the choices and add them to my virtual cart. The special orders would take two to three weeks to come in so I was planning far ahead. I saw their largest special order size on hand was 84 inches, that's seven feet; I felt my face flush at the vision of seeing Darius that huge. Luckily, the salesman was busing himself with the other computer screen and didn't notice. I saw a custom order section; where you would put in the measurements you needed and it would give you a list of cost and time for delivery. I put in 96 inches; I figured a few of those wouldn't hurt to get just in case he had a huge weight jump (which was highly likely given his track record). I added it to my cart and totalled the cost of the special order and the custom ones. Any normal person would faint at the sight of those numbers and I did feel a little faint myself at them. Not in a good way though, that niggling guilt of spending his money was back. But I had to remind myself that it was my money now too and this was for him really, it worked out alright.

I collected the shirts and undergarments I had picked up and gave him back the tablet, he maintained his professionalism throughout but I knew inside he must be riding on the high of the commission sales he'd be making. Most specialty clothing stores like this had a commission system it was motivational for the employees or something I supposed. My bill was pretty close to $8500 by the time it was all taxed and totalled up and I had more shopping to do for Darius before heading back home. James helped me load the heavy bags into the trunk and then got the door for me.

"Where to next Madame?" James asked.

"The bakery; I have to get his treats and then to the medical equipment store I have something waiting there for pick up as well." I said.

"May I inquire as to what you need at the medical equipment store?"

"I got him some things to make walking around the mansion easier; he loves to gain as you know so it'll eventually catch up with him." I replied.

"Ah, say more Madame I understand. The bakery first." James said.

I took out a bottle of Evian water and opened it as I stared out the tinted window. I smiled as we passed the Italian restaurant where we had our first date, I told James that we should stop there too to get Darius some more treats and James nodded knowingly. I missed Darius already, buying those bigger clothes for him made me want to get him to model them for me. I wanted to see how much fat he had to add on to fill it up with before it was tight again. I sat back, feeling flushed at the image of seeing him fill it up with more of his gorgeous fatness. I let out a soft moan as I imagined it, I was so glad I was alone in the back with the window partition between the cabin and the driver's area closed. More ideas came to mind as I explored my mini image fantasy; like how he could still conduct the monthly meetings with his executives and not have them see how fat he was getting. He expressed a strong desire to not let them see his other side; he was sure they would lose respect for him if they saw it. I began to let my mind drift towards what I'd love to see him gain, how fat did I want Darius to get? I hadn't thought about it. Of course I still wanted him to be able to walk around and be able to play with DJ as he grew older, Darius adores our son and if he was way too fat to move it would break his heart.

Darius had been making good use of the green card the bakery gave him after they catered our wedding desserts, ordering two or three multi-layered cakes a month. I would watch him devour the cakes and hear his noises of pleasure as he packed them away. He would often eat the cakes either before or after he finished the gainer shake. I knew how it was all adding more and more luscious pounds to his already bloated body; he'd really adapted to being a Feeder's Pet, my pet. It was a sexual experience for him now he ate; filled up, and slept. He rarely did much else during the course of the day. Even when he was sure he couldn't eat another thing, Angela or me would bring him more and instantly he'd be drooling again and eating like a man half starved. I had to weigh him again; I knew he was still gaining because Angela would sometimes catch him stuffing his face in the kitchen late at night when I was asleep. Angela would herd him back to bed for it but she was never angry.

The limo stopped; tearing me away from my reverie. We'd arrived at the bakery.