Chapter 1 - Part 2

My wife grinned wolfishly as I waddled to the truck. I opened the passenger door and struggled into the seat. I settled in and moved my heavy, sagging belly into a more comfortable position. My wife slid over and began pinching my rolls and kissing my fat cheeks.

"How'd it go?" she said.

"They fired me. Jesus, it took them long enough. I'm almost 500 pounds.
What kind of board lets their Director of Sales get that big?"

My wife laughed and continued to fondle my belly, "It's 'cause your VP is serious chubby chaser."

My wife was convinced that every woman I knew was a closeted fat lover.

I laughed and reached into the glove box for a candy bar as my wife slid back to her side and started up the truck. She continued to pinch and wiggle my fat and tease at my jiggling tits as we bounced along towards Maria's. She purposely hit potholes and bumps then grinned as I wobbled like a mountain of jello.

We got to Maria's just as she was closing up, "Tell her," my wife said.

"Tell me what?"

"I got fired for getting too fat. They said it was unprofessional." I replied sheepishly.

She poked my huge belly and laughed, "It looks pretty professional to me; this is just the kind of belly I like to see on a businessman."

I blushed at her teasing. She continued to prod and squeeze, "Look at all this fat, you pig, you were so skinny when I met you. What happened?" She laughed and my wife joined the kneading and groping .

"Somebody got fed up like a hog," my wife added, fondling my back fat, "what happened, fat boy, did your two feeders turn you into a lazy, waddling hippo?" She and Maria giggled.

"Let's get him in the back room," Maria said.

They stripped me and helped me onto the large prep table in the kitchen. Maria waddled out of view. My wife pushed me face down and tied my wrists and ankles to each corner of the table so that I was tied spread-eagle, face down. She stood back to admire her work. I heard Maria come around the corner pushing a cart of some kind, "Aye Dios, Senora, look how wide he's gotten, he's grown soft and fat like a woman."

"I know...I know," my wife said excitedly. I could hear the lust tightening her voice. Maria pushed the cart to the front of table. It was loaded with food and desserts. My wife climbed up on the table and began applying lube between my heavy buttocks.

Maria smiled, "Are you ready celebrate, fat boy? Your wife told me you were 490 this morning - it's time to weigh 500 pounds like a good piggy should."

I smiled, "Mmhmmm."

My wife spread my oversized cheeks and pushed the strap-on deep inside me. Maria pulled up on my nose and shoved a jelly donut in my mouth. I grunted in pleasure.

"That's it, you overstuffed man-pig, grunt while I *** you," my wife said.

Maria cooed in my ear, "You naughty tub of lard, this is what happens when you get so fat all your feeders want to do is stuff you and *** you." She shoved more food in. My cheeks stretched, my wife thrust rythmically.

"Goodness Senora, look at all those rolls jiggle, you could use them like handlebars."

My wife moaned with pleasure and grabbed and tugged my fat by the fistful. She was close to cumming.

"Oh you greedy fat pig, you fat ***ing hog," her breath caught in her throat, " All you do is sit on this huge ass and eat, you're such a greedy ***ing blimp, oh god, oh god," She slapped my wide hips and squeezed my love handles and she buried the dildo to its hilt, she convulsed, and then collapsed onto my soft bulk. She whimpered and murmured incoherently, blissfully.

"Now it's my turn," Maria said.

As Maria wiggled her bloated bulk into the harness, my wife took her place at the front of the table and continued shoving goodies into my greedy mouth.

"That's it, tubby, keep feeding that ass, I want it HUGE," she said.

I grunted in reply.

Maria struggled to get the strap-on inside me, her heavy, bulging belly made insertion difficult. She giggled. "Goodness, fatty, soon we won't be able to *** at all, especially they way you're growing." She laughed and shoved about a third of it in. Her soft, warm belly pushed eagerly against my wide, wobbling cheeks. She delighted in my soft hips, using enormous handfuls to leverage her thrusts.

My wife packed my mouth with food and humiliated me for getting so fat, "All my girlfriends can talk about now is how ***ing fat you've gotten. 'He used to be so hot,' they say, 'but now, Jesus, it's almost like he's getting fat on purpose, and they way he eats, my word.' It makes me so horny when they talk like that. I just want to make you fatter."

I moaned my approval. My gut tightened from her feeding. I heard Maria's breath quicken. Our fat slapped loudly as her strokes intensified. I gulped down mouthful after mouthful as my wife fed me and Maria came loudly, "Oh you've gotten so ***ing big," she wailed, "you barely had a tummy and now look at you, now look at you!" She collapsed onto me and lay there panting. She was sweaty and out of breath, "Oh my, I need to find a hot, skinny guy to *** me, I'm getting way too fat for all this hard work."

My wife laughed, "The problem is, he'd be as big as a house in a year or so, you LOVE to fatten up your men."

Maria giggled in agreement. I swallowed the last bite of food as my wife untied me. I sat up and smiled contentedly. My overstretched belly pressed out almost to my knees, painfully stuffed. I looked at my two satisfied feeders, they smiled and moved slowly towards me, ready for round two.

"Oh no, don't even start," I said, "I'm too full."

They're eyes sparkled and they grinned hungrily.

"I'm sure a greedy fatso like you can make some room," my wife said as she reached under my sagging hog belly and began to stroke my hard cock. Maria teased and pinched my nipples and lightly rubbed my belly, "Don't you want to make your feeders happy, piggy?"

I smiled and laid back down on the table. Perhaps they were right, I did have just a bit more room left.