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Chapter 4 - did i reach my goal?

I ate like a pig always. My portion sizes increased by a lot more from what they used to be. I always ate a box of Oreos in my way to work (it takes me 5 minutes to get there) and if I'm in line for fast food or a drive thru, I would have a box of crackers or some fruit. I took this super seriously because I mainly didn't want to disappoint my wife. In bed I would always eat a pie, or a doughnut or something. In bed, I loved to take my shirt off and feel my fat rolls and moobs. Sometimes, if I was eating something, I would into another snack and let it lay on my fat rolls for when I'm done with the one I was eating at that moment. My portion size increased dramatically during fall, sometimes I would ask for more because I still had a little room and I loved that. I would wear tight shirts sometimes to see my progress and try to count my rolls. When I look down, I can't even see my feet. I was so happy with my progress. With what I've done with myself. Before our Thanksgiving feast, I decided to weigh myself. I weighed 335lbs. I still needed to gain 15 lbs in a month. I thought if I could just eat fatty foods for the rest of the year, I would pass my goal. So that's exactly what I did. I ate and ate and ate. I always stuffed my face. I doubled the amount I ate. I ate to boxes of Oreos on my way to work. I had double the amount if fatty snacks before bed. I did most of the eating heavily at around 10:00, and after that I went to sleep. It helps you gain faster because your body just stores the food as fat if you don't eat before 6pm. Thanksgiving helped a lot. My wife made tons of food for me. It really helped me out and by the first of December I was 338 lbs.
the holidays were where I was gonna gain the most. Most of my family already knew about my gaining fetish so they did say that I would be given a huge portion. And they weren't joking. I went to three relatives houses. One on Christmas Eve and two on Christmas Day. I had a racks of lamb, cake, ribs, steak, candy, ice cream. So much food. I felt bloated after every meal and asked for more struggling to take another bite, popping my buttons. Surprisingly, I impressed my relatives greatly. One even asked if they could play with my belly. I didn't weigh myself for the whole month of December. I was going to on the last day of the year. To make sure I passed my goal, I would stay up late eating everything in the house. My job started paying a lot better, letting me buy more expensive and delicious foods.
Finally, it was the last day of the year. With my wife next to me, I stepped on the scale and asked for her to tell me how much I weighed. It took her a while to say but finally she said,"353 pounds honey!" She leaped into my arms and patted my belly.
"Let's have a huge breakfast for your reward." She said.
I stopped gaining after that. I loved my body mass. It was so awesome. I wanted to stay mobile but able to have a fat Lardy body with fat rolls and moobs and I was so happy I accomplished my big fat goal.