chapter 7

All day, I sat on the couch and ate, watched telly and fondled my fat. I was so lazy because I was so fat I could barely do anything. Walking was getting really hard and the thought of getting back up those stairs made me feel tired.

My belly was hanging over my knees as I took up almost a third of the big couch. I had rolls everywhere and my arms were so fat I could barely lift them. The fatter I got, the more demanding to watch me do everyday tasks my husband got. Immobility was starting to get into sight but even if I could barely stand, he'd still make me do it.

He loved how obese and lard like I was.

"Can my fat pig stand up to be weighed?" He asked and didn't even come over to help, he loved how much I struggled now.

I heaved my ginormous belly and tried to rock back and forth to find the momentum but I could barely do that. I was out of breath just by trying to use my huge saggy legs.

"I don't think I can" I breathed while my huge belly jiggled. I tried moving my hair over my shoulder but even that was a challenge with arms as fat as my husbands waist.

"Yes you can piggy."

So I tried again and found out that I had to use the couch to help me. Eventually, I got to my feet. The weight of my belly hung way past my knees and almost to my ankles. It was a huge apron of fat rolls that were still growing. I was so wide I knew it would be a struggle to fit through the bedroom door.

Very slowly, I put one fat foot in front of the other. My belly, fat and butt jiggled with incredible amounts. It was so hard to walk I was sweating by the time I reached the mirror. When I saw myself, I gasped.

"Oh my god" I breathed. "I'm fat whale." All I saw was rolls of fat all over my body. You could barely see my legs due to my beast of a belly. I was so wide and my butt created a shelf on my lower back that someone could probably sit on. I could barely reach the bottom of my second belly roll, never mind the third. My face was unrecognisable. I had a third chin developing and my neck had disappeared.

"You look beautiful" My husband smiled and kissed me. "Honestly, you're almost at the girl of my dreams."

I smiled at how he looked at my body. His eyes were full of pure pleasure every time he grabbed some of my fat.

"I'm glad this is what you like because there's no going back now" I chuckled and all my fat jiggled.

"That's okay my darling, we've only got 12hrs left of you gaining and that's enough to make you so fat that your belly will surely touch the floor."

"I can't wait for you to make me walk then" I said and deliberately swayed my belly. That instantly turned him on before he led me over to the stairs.

"Don't stop until you get to the top my fat princess."

As I tried lifting my huge leg to get onto the first step, my belly actually rested on the steps above. It was such a strange sensation but one that made me instantly want to get fatter until it trailed against my feet.

It took me almost ten minutes of heavy breathing, sweating and breaks to finally reach the top. I was so out of breath that I couldn't speak. Beads of sweat dropped down my back as I struggled to keep the huge leggings on me.

I could no longer fit into the mega plus size jeans as my legs had too many rolls of their own and they were too fat for them. When we bought them, I couldn't imagine ever getting big enough to fill them and now i was too obese to fill them.

I slowly waddled towards the bedroom but my hips were too wide to get in so I turned on my side. My bum and belly squished against the doorframe as I only just managed to get through. That was another thing I never thought I'd have a problem with.

I felt like such a fat pig as I waddled over to the scales. I stepped on them and didn't even bother looking for the number, there's no way I could see it over my belly.

My husbands eyes glazed over with lust and excitement.

"You're 616 pounds" He breathed before pushing himself against my gluttony belly and grabbing my massive love handles. "How do you feel?" He asked and jiggled me, turning me on.

"I feel like I've got some room left for growing."