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Chapter 3 - my birthday gift

A lot of my clothes started to get tight on me. I went to the store to buy some my favorite clothes store to buy some shirts, pants and jeans. When I tried to put some on, I realized nothing was my size. Everything was small. I tried to put a pair of jeans on and heard a tiny rip sound. I quickly took it off and put it back where I found it. I was very curious what my weight was at that moment. They had a scale and it said I was 193 lbs. I gained quite a bit.
After my shopping, I was greeted by my wife countless pounds of food on our dining table. She made a lot of food. The table was very crowded.
"I heard about your feast the other day. I thought you might want a reward."
I sat down and ate like gorilla. I ate every meal and every crumb. I even locked all the plates clean. After my heavy dinner, my wife brought me my desert with was a huge cake. I obviously ate it and licked that plate clean as well.
I've been eating like this for a while and I always had something in my mouth. At work, I would have a couple boxes of cookie and bags of candy and buckets of ice cream and pies and all sorts if delicious sweetes and junk you could think of and when I got home, I was treated as a wealthy king that wanted to gain as much as he could. My dream was to get to that goal Asap. I thought that would look sexy and hit with that amazing lumpy belly hanging around. I could imagine all the belly playing I would do and how sex with my wife would feel (we did have sex while I was gaining but I wanted to have it when I was huge)
Every night before going to sleep, I would pay my belly and eat a couple of snacks. I also had an alarm to wake up at night to have some more food. So, I really ate food about 18 hours per day and I never stopped.
I weighed myself again around summertime and I was 253 lbs!!! I gained so much in the past 5-6 months. I was always full and sometimes I couldn't move and I threw up once. I made sure I ate fruits and vegetables because I didn't want to be diabetic.
My birthday was just around the corner and I was excited to see just what my wife was planning for me. I could always see her organize it.
For my birthday, we actually just went to a bar with a couple of our friends. They did mention about how much weight I gained and I happily told them that I was alimony to be 350 lbs. After hanging out at there house we went home. My wife told me to close my my eyes after we got out of the car. Then I knew that there was more to it. When we hit into our house, she told me to open my eyes and I saw a huge cake, even bigger than a wedding cake. I was shocked to see it.
She slapped and jiggled my belly. "Eat up big boy," she said.
And that's what I did. I tried to eat the whole the thing. I got stuffed halfway but my wife kept on forcing me with keep on going. She wouldn't let me stop. She didn't let me get out of my chair. Eventually, after an hour and a half, I finished the cake. I had small breaks in between obviously.
The next morning I felt really big. I felt like I gained a little bit. Some of the clothes I just got a couple days ago already seemed a little tight. After the month of August ended, I decided to weigh myself again. I was 298 lbs. I realized I had to work a lot harder to get to my goal.