Chapter 11 - the wedding

On my wedding day I weighed 282 pounds. As we were getting ready, I was with my dad, brother, and Jake and Scott, my groomsmen. Tom tried to make cracks about my weight, but he was outnumbered by 4 fat guys. We all made cracks about him being a weakling and a twig. We also pointed out that he was the only one without a girlfriend or wife, since Even Scott who was notoriously single was dating someone. She was pretty thin, but after hanging out in our circle for a couple months was starting to fill out.
When I saw Erica come down the aisle, I was in heaven. She looked stunning. She had picked out her dress a couple of months before, and had to keep from gaining weight before the wedding. I could tell that she had gained a few pounds anyway, as the dress was pretty tight across her middle, and her fat arms and upper breasts spilled out of the top.
We had a great wedding, filled with eating, drinking, and dancing. That night I couldn't weight to release my body from my constraining tuxedo. Erica took off her dress, and we made out and held each other in our plump arms.
We fed each other chocolate covered strawberries, and leftover cake as we made love for the first time as husband and wife.
We honeymooned in the Caribbean and relived our fattening Florida vacation. We had to buy new swimsuits before the trip, and I was now stuffing myself into size 46s.
For a few months after our honeymoon our weight gains slowed, since we were busy adjusting into our new home, which was next door to Jake and Jenny's.
I noticed Erica starting to gain weight pretty quickly again, and asked her about it. She revealed to me that she just found out she was pregnant. I was ecstatic.
Over the next 7 and a half months she was pigging out like crazy, and gaining a ton of weight. Her huge round belly stuck out in front of her, and her ass grew wider and wider.
The pregnancy weight gain however is never reserved just for the mother, as I was eating with her every time she was getting cravings.
When the baby came I was teetering just below three hundred pounds. Erica didn't lose much of the baby weight, if any. When her parents came to see the baby, I noticed that Erica was just about the size of her mom. Her dad and I shared a cigar on the porch, and when I saw our reflections in the Front picture window, I realized my huge gut wasn't much smaller than his.
When my parents came over, My mom was constantly commenting on how fat I was. I was now bigger than my Dad, which she reminded me of ten times a day. She told me that even Tommy was looking a little chubby last she saw him. This made me laugh since he picked on me so much about getting fat. I couldn't wait to see him.
My mom told Erica how easily she lost the baby weight and mentioned that she could give her some tips. Erica told her that she just wanted to concentrate on being a new mom. We joked to my mom that she might as well just give in and join us, but she of course laughed and told us no way.

A few months later we decided to try for another child, so our Son Conor would have a sibling close in age.
The sex during that time was the best. We were doing it almost every night, squishing our huge bodies together, sometimes feeding each other as we made love. Something we started doing on our wedding night.

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It is now almost a year later, and we are at Conor's first birthday party. The last time I weighed myself I was at 335, but that was a few weeks ago. Erica never lost any of the baby weight, and now that she's pregnant with our second child is well on her way to gaining some more. We are almost as big as Jake and Jenny, but as we grow so do they. I would guess Jake is 40-50 pounds heavier than me, and Jenny seems even fatter than him.
They love Conor, and recently Jenny told us that they are expecting their first child. Since they live next door, Jake is always giving Conor treats over the fence, and is part of the reason why Conor is such a plump little guy. We call him our little butterball.
Scott is also here, and has been steadily gaining as well. Things are going good with his girlfriend Tara, and she's even plumped up to right around the size Erica was when we first decided to keep gaining.
My sister Amber is here, still fat as usual, along with my Dad and Erica's parents. It's hard to tell, but It looks like my mom has started to put on a little weight recently. I wonder if she is finally giving in and just letting herself become part of our fat family.
She was right about my brother Tom. He started getting chubby around when Conor was born, and I would guess has gained another 30-40 pounds since then. His belly reminds me of mine when I first started out. My Dad and I tease him every chance we get, rubbing our own bellies and telling him to look into the future. He claims that he's gonna start a hardcore diet and get back in shape, but we all know how that goes.

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In my life, the best thing that has happened so far is running into Erica that day at Target. Not only did I find the love of my life, but I also discovered my the joys of living the fat life. I'm lucky to have such good friends that share my love for being large, and a great family who have all eventually accepted that this is how I am now. I look forward to the day when my brother accepts it for himself and we can sit and pig out together, enjoying our wonton guts.

The moral of the story is simply that I am fat and happy. My wife is fat and happy. My child is fat and happy. My friends are fat and happy. My family is (mostly) fat and happy. What more can we ask for.

I can't wait to see what the future brings, as my family continues to grow (in more ways than one!)