chapter 4

It was around this time that Constance said that I should probably replace the 'bad' fattening foods with 'good ones'. She had made that observation after trying to hug me one afternoon and not being able to get her arms around me anymore. While I had really gotten used to creamy drinks and craved cakes, pies and donuts I knew she was right. So now I would have a lot more starchy foods such as mashed potatoes with cholesterol reducing margarine, stewed apples with cinnamon and brown sugar and huge bowls of pasta with olive oil dressing before going to bed. By now it was nothing to eat a kilo of pasta with half a cup of olive oil over the top and this was just the 20,000kj 'snack' before going to bed. So this more than made up for the creamy strawberry drinks, while the potato, apple and cinnamon were all foods that put weight on your chest and bum, since Constance had noted that while my belly had been surging ahead of me my moobs and bum could do with some more weight.

The one year anniversary came up so quickly...It had been one year ago today that we had started and now there was little doubt that I had become a very fat man. I felt very heavy and walking had become something done slowly and ponderously and as little as possible since my body would bounce and jiggle and even sway in protest to anything quicker than a slow waddle. Even my daily walks had become short waddles around the yard, usually accompanied by an energy drink and a fruit bar or three. Constance suggested that this being the last day of the year since we had started we should go to Sizzler again and spend the day eating. 'I want to test you' she said 'You boasted that you can now eat all day...I would like to see that!' I had said that but I wasn't sure that I could. However, no sooner had we arrived than plate after plate disappeared as we happily talked and read and ate the day away. By mid afternoon the staff began to give us dirty looks. After all, I was on my ninth or tenth plate. I decided to order some more meals to keep them happy and we merrily kept eating.

By closing time we found that we both had a bit more of a problem than usual of late in getting up! It took more than a few seconds of helping each other and then we waddled to the door, with a lot of disapproving stares from people watching us. We both laughed as we left but then we tried to get into the car. I was first on the passenger side. I popped two buttons on my shirt. The first was the one around my belly and I laughed as a massive soft roll of belly blubber escaped from my 6XL shirt and spilled out onto my lap. It did not stop until it was nearly on my knees. I was amazed at how very soft and jiggly my belly had become. The fat flowed and rippled like jelly. The laugh however caused another button to pop on my chest. My chest had gotten so fat that my breasts now strained against the fabric of my shirts like I had a pair of very large softballs underneath. They were now showing, sitting like two very plump melons sliding down either side ofp of my extremely overfull tightly stretched upper belly. No sooner had we finished laughing than Constance went to sit in the driver's seat to the sound of ripping. A six inch tear at the side of her dress revealed a soft cellulite dimpled roll of thigh fat pushing its way out. We slowly drove home and waddled to bed. For once we had eaten so much that we simply fell asleep with our clothes very tightly stretched around our middles.

The big day had arrived! Constance had purchased a set of XL Scales on the internet the previous week and had them couriered. I stepped onto the scales and Constance gasped. She said that the scales had to be wrong. I tried to look down but my belly stuck out more than a foot and half now and even by leaning forward I couldn't see my toes, little less the scales. She said that I had better get off and get back on again to see if it came up the same. She turned the voice control on so I could hear the verdict. The last time I had weighed myself I was just 88kgs. I knew though that I had been absolutely packing it on down here, especially over the last months. I had lost count of the kilojoules I had been consuming every day, but I had to have been consuming over 45,000 kilojoules a day for most of the last three months and close to that in the eight months after my massive binge that had gotten me started. Given that I only needed 15,000 kilojoules at most per day, that left a lot of kilojoules to turn to fat. In fact, if I was right, and there was 15,000kj in a pound of fat it was possible that, with a really slow metabolism, someone could put on nearly 330 pounds...what was that in kilo's? About 150kg.

Oh my god! I knew my metabolism was good for putting on weight and all of the pills must have made that even more so...but surely not that much! I had enjoyed Constance's attention so much and had long stopped caring how much I was gaining and since I had no frame of reference and she had just kept buying me bigger clothes and feeding me ever greater calorie laden meals, I really had no idea how much I had gained. She prodded me in the bum, which by now was like a mini sofa and repeated that I should get on again. I stood on the scale and listened as the scales called out the electronic numbers '98.7, 128.9, 157.8' '175.3' '191.7' and finally 209.9kg!' Holy crap, I was now well and truly over 30 stone. I looked down at my waist, at least, as much as my spreading double chin and breasts would allow, and noted that it certainly was hugely rotund. It had pushed a foot and a half in front me and I could feel its soft bulk pushing against my thighs. It spread around both of my sides and pushed out a good eight or so inches on either side of me and hung a few inches down over my belt on the side as it merged with fat rolls on my back. I had had to rely on a mirror to make sure no stretch marks had appeared on the top of my belly for nearly six months as my moobs had become melon sized breasts with the help of breast enlargement creams and pills. While my bum and thighs were certainly very flabby now, the great majority of the fat was sitting around my middle. I had not been able to see my feet for the last two months without lying down to let the fat settle to either side of me and lifting my legs in the air and I guess that should have been a clue. I wondered for a second and then asked her what my last waist measurement had been. '86 inches she replied' 'You know what babe...I am officially an SSBHM and then some!' 'Now it is your turn! You have been doing a lot of eating as my coach and I reckon you've put on a bit as well.'

The scales ran through the numbers and stopped at 248.3kgs. 'Awesome!' I guess it should have come as no surprise, as her fat belly now reached the tops of her knees, her thighs were bulging and had soft rolls of fat at their tops and her hips had begun to work their way out from her sides!!!!!. Her arms were huge and very full with a big soft hang of fat under her upper arms which folded over her elbow. Her back had two heavy rolls of fat that cascaded and were complimented by the crease between her lower back and bottom cheeks, which had swollen with layers of fat and cellulite. Her double chin had grown and wobbled when she laughed. Looking at her made me so hot! What could I do to repay her for the wonder of the last year!

I stood there and pondered my new size. My belly had a life of its own. It would wobble and sway as I walked and the soft fat around my waist was hanging over my belt from one side of me to the other, hanging lowest at my front where it sagged more than a foot below my belt buckle. I had even begun finding myself absent mindedly sitting on the sofa rubbing my new fat belly, fascinated by its softness and the way it now jiggled. I had fat rolls on my back, my thighs were getting really flabby and my backside had definitely expanded to fill most chairs. In fact I could feel both sides of my bum rolling over the edge of most kitchen chairs. A double chin had been making an impression on my face since the first three months and my face had become quite chubby. My man boobs had completed their progress onto my belly making a woman with 'DD' cups envious. The truth now was that they were really just boobs rather than man boobs and my belly had not halted their progress as they now slid either side of the top shelf of belly fat and sat on either side of it.

Our sex life had become wild. Constance could not get enough of me. Two very fat people wobbling and jiggling as we played with each other's fat rolls and watched each other's bellies heave and sway like vast tubs of jelly with the motion of hot sex. We had had to become a little more creative of late since our expanding waist lines and the volume of pure soft fat around our middles made some positions uncomfortable if not impossible now and there was no way we could reach around each other's girths. This was more than made up for by her grabbing my fat belly and squeezing it, caressing my love handles and sucking on my new boobs. Most of all she loved to lift my heavy saggy belly and let it drop so that it jiggled for a few seconds afterwards. She had even taken to slapping me on the bum and watching it wobble. What I liked most of all was the way she would kiss the very soft layer of fat which had turned into a 3 inch fat roll on my inner thigh in the last months of my unrestrained gluttony. Just as I was thinking that thought she asked me whether I wanted to marry her.

God! I wanted that so much. I stood there in stunned silence. I was still contemplating her question when Constance asked me 'Or would you prefer to stay at the weight you are at now?...' She laughed 'Another 50-60kilos should do! After all, my husband really should be fatter than me, otherwise it wouldn't be fair' I had really made my decision already, I had decided that I loved being a fat man and my unrestrained eating was a reflection of wantin