Chapter 1

235 pounds

"Are you sure? Sure sure?" he asked again.

I loved him so much, I couldn't think of anything else. I just wanted to cuddle him, feed him, and tell him how much I loved him, but I'd already said it so many times today, I was afraid he'd think I was nuts.

"I'm sure sure. I want to do this with you, I want to do this together", I said, pulling him closer.

He was lying on the sofa, propped up on some big pillows, while I fed him a pizza, taking turns kissing between bites. I kissed his belly.

"Please grow for me", I said to it, and he laughed.

"Why do you like fat men?" he asked, not for the first time.

I knew he was seeking answers, reassurance that I knew what I was doing, that I wouldn't change my mind, or get bored, and that he was doing the right thing too. But there was no secret formula for success or failure.

"I just do."

"If I asked you to move in, what would you think about that?" he asked.

"What's your belly think?"

It growled at that very moment. "He's pleased", he laughed.

"Well we don't want to make the belly unhappy", I said. He pulled me onto his disappearing lap.

"Gotta get my chubby guy bigger."

275 pounds.

"Help..." he yelled unsteadily on the escalator.

"I'm here, I'm here, I'm here", I called, catching up to him.

At 5'9, he was now enormous. His belly stretched out in front of him, round as a beach ball that entered the room before he did. And his balance was not so good.

I took his arm. "You okay, baby?" I asked.

"I'm fine, I just wobbled a little", he laughed, rubbing his belly. "Hungry...when do we feed me?"

"A couple of stops in the mall first, then lunch", I said, kissing his cheek, patting his belly, pinching inches inside his waistband. We had a couple of "starers", it happened sometimes.

"You look glorious, sweetheart", I said, "You're truly a fat man now."

He kissed me. "You keep talking like that, we won't make it home."

300 pounds

"But it fit last week!"

His tux was too small. I was scared to even try his ring, I purchased it months ago.

This wedding was setting us back, and so were the constant visits to the seamstress to let out his tux, but it was part of the price of marrying a gainer that I was happy to pay.

Almost as wide as he was tall now, I couldn't wait to see my butterball at the end of the aisle.

"I can't wait to be your husband", he whispered against my ear and I tackled him right there in the shop.

325 pounds

I hadn't known how to broach this, so I just went ahead.

"We need to talk", I started.

His shoulders dropped, his face fell.

"Oh shit. You've changed your mind...God, I love you, please, just give it another try. How can you do this? I'm huge...no one else will ever..."

"Easy!" I shouted. I pulled him into my arms. "Shhh, I haven't changed anything. I adore you. Okay?"

He took a deep breath. "Sorry."

"Don't be. I don't know if I can...but if I can...if we still can...have a baby? Maybe?" I said.

"You want a baby? You want MY baby?" He was stunned.

"Very much so."

"You know genetics and everything..."

"If we have a child with daddy's body type, we'll handle it, that's not going to make me not want our child..."

Tears poured down his cheeks as he held me close.

We had matching bellies...well not "matching", he was much bigger just months later.

350 pounds

I knew what he wanted, what he always wanted. Our baby was almost a year and it time to wean him, but I wasn't sure I'd ever wean my husband.

"My son grows fat drinking your milk, I want to grow fat from your breasts too", he said, seizing a nipple and sucking hard. I nearly came immediately.

Afterward, I held him in my arms and fed him bottle after bottle of weight gain formula mixed with ice cream and Hershey's syrup. His tummy was warm and full and grew fatter by the day. I only wanted him in bed these days, just in bed, round and fat and ready to cum. And he was so eager.

400 pounds

He started working from home since moving around was getting harder.
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He lay in bed most days, working on a laptop. I walked in smiling.

"You want me?" he asked.

I grinned.

"If you need to keep going..."

"My feeder comes first always", he said, shoving the computer aside and spreading his legs.

"Want me in any particular position?"

"Can you get in any other positions anymore?" I joked. I straddled him, and kissed him.

"You're so fat, baby", I whispered against his ear.

He'd also become more and more submissive.

"Are you going to take me?" he asked, excited.

"You're mine after all, piggy", I said.

"Your pig forever",he said kissing me, already hard as a rock.