Chapter 2 - part 4 - the shift

So here we were: My formerly fat wife was in pretty darn good shape. She was playing tennis, going to the gym, and swimming three times a week. She even got a treadmill for our home! Meanwhile, the most exercise I got was walking from the door to the car. I mean, I tried the treadmill... Once. It just wasn't for me!

While I wasn't really fat, I was certainly no longer fit. I was maybe considered chubby, a little flabby around the middle. My once solid pecs were now soft. When I flexed there was no definition of muscle tone. The important thing was that my wife didn't mind, our relationship remained strong emotionally and physically. I didn't really mind either, mostly because I was so busy with work.

Something happened, but I'm not really sure what... Maybe it was a combination of Thanksgiving, Halloween and the Christmas holiday seasons and the associated feasting, or maybe it was because I took some time off work and lazed around the couch over the holidays, but I had become a little bit... fat?

The way this was initially discovered was when my wife cuddled up next to me on the couch, watching TV. My t - shirt had ridden up a little, baring a bit of an expanded belly roll. I hadn't noticed it. She placed her hand on it and massaged it a little.

"I guess I've put on some weight," I said. "I'll have to start spending some time on your treadmill. "

"I don't know," she said, smiling, "I think it's pretty cute."


PART 5 - The Resolution

We got to spend more time together between Christmas and New Years Eve than we usually did. While I wasn't exactly pigging out, I was eating quite a bit, probably more than usual. It was the holidays, after all. While being intimate I noticed my wife paying more attention to my tummy bulge.

Our fantasy discussions often included the idea of expansion, But at the same time I was still thinking that I needed to lose some of my added flab. I lamented how I would diet after the holidays were over, and maybe go to the pool with my wife.

"Why don't you keep gaining?" she asked.

The idea had never occurred to me before! Initially I thought that I couldn't, I had never been fat before, I was an athlete... well, something like that, a long time ago.... but then again, I'd gotten this far...

We discussed it a lot over the next few days. What would it mean to us? Clearly my wife loved the idea of me gaining, but it took me a little while (but not that long,really) to wrap my mind around the idea. No pun intended, but soon the concept really grew on me! We discussed what it would mean to our household budget (more food, clothes), what the potential health impacts might be and how to mitigate them.

As the year closed, we came to an agreement: I would become a feedee, she would be my feeder. Our initial goal would be for me to hit 300 lbs by the end of the year - it seemed aggressive, I mean, that's a big number! But it was less than 10 lbs a month, which seemed plausible. As the feeder, she would be in charge. I was to eat whatever she told me to.

It was going to be an interesting year!