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Chapter 2 - the night in the town

As I woke up from bed, I was greeted by my wife and a cookie pounds of food. There were stacked pancakes with extra maple syrup and butter, 5 sunny side eggs, and an apple. My wife still wanted me to eat a little healthy but most of my palette was going to be a little on the unhealthy side.
I barely finished my food and my wife just laid three more pancakes on my plate and forced me to eat it.
As I finished the meal I felt very stuffed. Li then wanted to talk about how the schedule would be for me eating at work. She told me every time I had to leave the office I had to stop by fast food and get something. Usually, she told me tiger 2 hamburgers, 2 large fries and a soda.
The schedule became a lot easier to handle because just before Christmas, I got a promotion. I now had short hours, better pay, and Thursday-Sunday off.
During Christmas, my wife and I decided to stay by our place. She cooked so much for just two people. She cooked for a party of 6. She told me that she didn't want to see any leftovers. So, I started to eat. I ate as fast as I could do I don't get stuffed quickly. I grabbed a piece of meat. It went straight to my mouth. After dinner, I rubbed my belly countless times. It hurt so much when I ate. Then my wife gave desert. I pleaded if I could not eat that but it looked so good. Without even letting her respond, I ate. Slurped up the ice cream. Enjoyed every bite of pie. Ate the tall ice cream cake with no problem. Then unbuttoned my jeans.
After every meal, even including just regular meals, I felt extremely bloated.
By the end of January, I was already 171 lbs.
I asked my wife what my goal was.
She said well go for 350 by the end of the year.
So for the next few months, all I was doing was mainly eating. I even took some vacation days just to eat food on the couch all day long. Sometimes I even pretended I was very ill and they believed me. I didn't need to go to work for two Weald and I still got paid. I liked putting on very tight shirts. Especially polos. Eventually I had man boobs when I hit 189 lbs. I loved the way they sagged a bit. It was very satisfying when I played with it. Sometimes, I played with my belly with my wife. I loved the war she massaged my belly and my fat rolls. I loved it. I loved her.
At first, I didn't know if I wanted to gain weight, but one day, I looked in the mirror with only underwear on, I started to love my chunkiness. That day, my wife was out at work early. I went out in the town with a tight shirt and skinny jeans that I somehow managed to put on. I went to this restaurant that mainly sold burgers, tacos, and pizza/pasta. I had a long look at the menu and couldn't decide. I was overwhelmingly hungry and all the portion sizes looked small and the menu wasn't super long so I decided to order everything on the menu. After a while, the food came with the bill already. It was surprisingly only a $100. I ate it all. It was so good. I felt like my tight shirt was going to explode and I really wanted desert. I went out o my favorite ice cream place and asked for their biggest size with ten scoops of my favorite flavored. After that, I still wanted to have more food. I was bloated don't get me wrong but they always say that there's always room for desert. I got a dozen doughnuts and took them home. It took a while to get back but when I got home, I was a little hungry so unjust finished the doughnuts quickly. My belly was gonna burst. My jeans couldn't handle it anymore. I sat down on my couch and my jean button went bursting. My shirt ripped a little and my belly came running down to my lap. I patted my belly for all the hard work it had to go through today.