chapter 1

My wife Sally had been working in retail for nearly seven years. She did enjoy some of the aspects of retail, like the personal contact, but hated the hours and low pay. She had recently graduated from our local urban campus of the state university.

Sally got a job with a large food distribution company as a market analysis. She loved the work, but the changes from retail would soon manifest themselves.

Sally, when she worked retail, had always been on her feet constantly walking around the store, checking stock in back, neatening up rack etc. Her new job however was very sedentary, sitting all day, with no need to move around the office.

She was only five two and weighed only around one hundred and five pounds soaking wet.


Sally arrived at work, checked in at HR filled out all the forms and finally got to me her co-workers. She was a bit taken aback by how heavy most if not all the women were. Several of the guys were sporting some serious “beer guts” too. She shrugged is off, that they were older than most of her previous co-workers in retail, who did tend to me on younger side of the work force.

Sally loved the work, the analysis was just what she wanted to do. It involved some “detective” work to uncover trends in purchases, checking statistics to verify those trends, but she did not move around much at all.

She also noticed there was a lot of food around the office. The manufacturers were constantly bringing in samples or a case would be damaged out in the warehouse and they could not sell a partial lot, so into the office would come the still perfectly good items just in too small a pack to go out.

Sally also really liked her co-workers. Jane and Tracy were very nice, helping her settle in. She noticed that both of them were over weight and were constantly nibbling on the food around the office. Jane said, “Sally you are tiny! I hope you don’t gain weight working here, everyone eats all day.” “Yeah, Tracy piped in. ”We both gained weight soon after we started working here too.”

Sally shrugged off Jane and Tracy’s concern for her figure. She had a pretty good metabolism and didn’t think anything about her weight. Sally soon fell into the same habits as her co-workers and new friends. Jane and Tracy would bring food samples to Sally’s desk for her to nibble on. They asked her out to lunch several times a week too.

The first month Sally worked there I did not notice any real changes in her appearance. Sally however was finding her panties were getting tighter and skirts and dresses harder to zip up or button. By the third month, I started to notice her figure was plumper.

One morning while I was in the bathroom, Sally was putting on her panties and bra and came in. I noticed that both bra and panties were “cutting” in all around. I did not want to say anything, I thought she looked hot! Sally brought it up, “Ned, dear, I think I am gaining weight.” Sally was fingering the waist band of her panties, which were creating a lovely roll to tummy fat and love handles. “Babe, you look great, I would not worry at all about your weight, you were really skinny running around that store all day.”

Sally stepped onto the scale. “Ned, I weigh one hundred fifteen! I have gained ten pounds!” “Sally, you only weigh one fifteen! What is the big deal, You are what a size six or seven even?” “Yeah, I guess you’re right dear, one fifteen is no big deal at all. Especially when I check out how plump Jane and Tracy at work are, they are both getting serious bellies!”

Sally finished getting dressed. I did noticed that her skirt and blouse were tighter and she was starting to show “panty lines”.

Over the next couple of months, we went out to eat three or four times a week. I did not know that she was eating lunch out with Jane and Tracy nearly everyday. Now that Sally had a decent paying job and her working hours were now the same as mine too.

At work the sedentary life style was taking hold. Sally had never needed to work out, working in retail, she was on her feet all day. So she really never thought of joining a health club or the community center. The extra food was always around on Sally’s desk! Thanks to Jane and Tracy.

I really started to notice that Sally was gaining more weight. We would hang out after work, maybe go out to diner or just watch a movie or television. This activity was mostly sitting down and eating.

One morning after Sally had been at her company for six months she was getting dressed. She was having trouble pulling on her panties, her thighs were so round and plump she could barely get them through the leg openings. Her boobs over flowed her bra and the straps were cutting into her under her arms.

“Ned I am getting FAT! I can barely pull on my panties!” she gasped from the exertion. “Babe, you look great! Don’t worry, you are still hot to me!” Sally smiled, then giggling, patted her tummy bulge. “Ned you like this don’t you?” “Hey Babe what is there not to love!” I replied. “Well I really love it too, I love to eat too much, I used to worry about gaining weight, now that I am gaining and I love it! Giggled Sally.

I was loving her gaining too! She was getting a round little belly and her bottom was turning into a bubble butt. She had not bought any new clothes either, so she looked to be bursting out of almost everything she had.

That night she came home a little late. She had gone out for drinks with Jane and Tracy and had a little buzz when she got home. Sally went in the bedroom and instead of changing into jeans or sweats, she came out in just a pair of panties and one of my t-shirts.

Sally came out of the bedroom and plopped down on the couch next to me. She burped, “Burp, oops excuse me dear, Ned, ah, would you mind if I gained more weight?” I looked at her. “Sally why do you ask, you know I love you no matter what you look like or weigh, honey!” “Jane and Tracy were teasing me about how fat I am getting that I am catching up to them. God I wanted to challenge them to a gaining or belly growing contest I got so turned on by them telling me I was getting FAT!”

“So did you tell them that gaining weight and getting fat were turning you on?” I quizzed. “I did, they said they get turned on too!”

“While we were at the bar, Dave from marketing came over to our table. He is kind of a jerk, but a pretty good marketing guy. He was a little drunk, he told us that there will be an opening in marketing, that the three of us should compete for it. So I asked him what would be the contest. He said why not who could gain the most weight in a week!” Sally blushed, “So what did you guys decide?” I asked.

Sally giggled, “We are going for it! We went to a clinic after we left the bar and weighed ourselves. I weigh one twenty, I am getting so FAT! This is so cool. So starting tonight its binge, binge, binge! I really want this job, I don’t care how fat I have to get to get it either!”

“Sally you know I support you in what ever you want to do! I say go for it, don’t worry about how much weight you gain. If you gain a lot of weight, it is no big deal to me. To really tell you the truth, I have loved watching you gain since you started there, I love your body baby!”