chapter 6

When we went to bed that night, I put on a pair of shorts but in several sizes bigger than the night before. No matter what, my big belly was forced to hang over the waistline and almost cover them completely. I put on a tight t-shirt and watched as it clung to my rolls and I could only just reach the bottom of my belly to pull it over.

My husband was watching me just walk about. He couldn't believe how fat I was already and he still couldn't wait until I was much bigger. I could tell that watching me struggle to pick things up off the floor was a massive turn on for him.

"Is it time for bed my fat princess?" He questioned and motioned for me to come over. I waddled my way over and sat on the bed. My chunky jiggly legs were forced apart as my belly fell onto my lap and touched the bed in between them.

He watched as I struggled to get into the right position. I was breathing hard but feeling this new fat all around my body was the best experience.

"Honey, are you sure you'll want me even bigger?" I questioned. Imobility was getting worse and it wouldn't get any better.

"Absolutely, I want your belly to touch the floor when you stand, I want you to struggle getting through the doorway because you're so wide and I want to watch you struggling to walk because you're morbidly obese. I love you so much, thank you for doing this" He said and grabbed my love handles before jiggling my first belly roll.

We both took some sleeping pills because we wanted to sleep for longer than usual. We had to see big results.

"I want to get even fatter for you" was all I could say. There was pure affection glistened in his eyes as he scanned my already obese body.

He gave me a really sweet smile and kissed my fat cheek.

"Goodnight my darling, sleep well."

He then snuggled close and rested his arm around my huge waist. We both settled into comfortable silence, excited for what the morning brings.


We both slept for a full 16hrs.

When I started to wake up, I felt very, very huge. I tried to reach over to switch on the lamp but lifting my arms was actually a struggle. Eventually, I just managed to tap the switch and it came on. I got a big shock when I looked down.

My belly had developed a third roll and it was covering pretty much all of my lap, even lying down. My knees were layering over with fat from my obese thighs which were huge. My feet were really chubby and there was a ring around the ankles of where the fat was collecting up. My fingers were like little barrels and my upper arms had started sagging over my elbows and I couldn't even see them anymore.

I was so big that I took up almost half of the kingsized bed. I then tried sitting up and it was so hard, I could barely do it. I rocked to get the momentum and it took four tries until I could sit up. My belly spilled to my knees and I looked so wide and full of blubber.

I didn't know my husband was already awake and getting turned on by how much I was struggling.

I then heaved my massive legs over the side of the bed and rocked again to stand up. I got a shock when this was exceptionally hard. My huge belly was completely in the way and having so much fat covering my bones made it hard to use my limbs to their full uses.

Eventually, I got onto my feet and my belly rolls dropped pretty much down to my knees. The shorts I had on were hurting because they were so tight.

I tried taking a few steps and my waddle was so much worse. My belly swayed with every step and I felt my huge bum jiggling and swaying with it. I was breathing heavy as I slowly waddled over to the mirror.

This is when my husband got up and walked over to me.

"You're getting so big my jiggly princess" He beamed and had to resist himself from touching me. He wanted to make me do everyday tasks and watch how I struggled. "Reach the bottom of that belly for me."

I looked down as far as my double chins would allow me and tried to get my flabby arms to reach down and grab the bottom of my belly. But I couldn't reach it. My tight t-shirt only just about covered my first belly roll as I tried again but still couldn't reach the bottom.

"You're a whale" He said and grabbed my third back roll and my huge love handles. "You're such a fat pig, but still not big enough for me."

He then jiggles my body and slapped my massive butt.

"Lets see how much you weigh my fat princess."

I was starting to love his pet names for me. Being called a fat pig made me realise just how obese I was and it turned me on so much.

Slowly, I stepped on the scale and to my husbands delight, I had gained another 128lbs overnight, leaving me at a weight of 552lbs of pure fat.

He then led my to the door and I had to go through it sideways to avoid my huge hips from touching the sides. As we made our way downstairs, I had to take one step at a time. I was so heavy and my body jiggled with every step. He then led me into the kitchen and made me sit on the normal wooden chair.

I pretty much spilled over the sides but my weight was too much and it broke underneath me. I fell on the floor and struggled like a turtle on its back. My husband watched me but made sure I wasn't hurt as I tried to get up. I rolled over and got onto all fours. My belly rested on the floor as I got my breath back.

"I can't believe I'm so fat that I just broke a chair" I chuckled.

My husband grinned and helped me get back on my feet.

"Just wait until you're another 100lbs heavier, then we'll see how much that couch can handle."