A Perfect Wedding

Chapter 1 the wedding

Parties in Kuwait are much different than those in America. imagine thousands of people, the whole neighborhood and each houses extended families. All of their Aunts, Uncle's, and cousins and that's where I met her. Asma was about half a foot smaller than me at five foot six she was a little chunky, she never got rid of her "baby fat" even though she was fully veiled you could see the curves of her body testing the limits of her clothing. After talking to her for the rest of the night we exchanged numbers and went our way.

I texted her every night and she texted me every morning. Kuwait is a conservative country so we couldn't see each other the only way we could see each other was face-time and texting. We watched shows together, played games, and slept with each other on the opposite lines. One day as I was streaming a show for both of us to watch she had spotted a tap that I hadn't closed, A feeder page with feedist porn. I was nervous even though Asma had her aunty body with an "extra little", what we she to think. Never could I imagine that not only was she supportive of my kink, but she was also into it as well. She showed me the art of XXXL couples she had saved on her phone. She was a dream come true and soon we got engaged.

Three weekends of partying and finally our marriage was over. For our honeymoon we flew to a tropical beach vacation in Hawaii for a week. We woke up every day at 6am that's when the hotel started serving breakfast, multiple waffles with extra syrup and cute little butter squares on top, a bowl of cinnamon toast crunch with whole milk and come glazed cinnamon pastries. It was hard not to fall back asleep but Asma grabbed us some Coffee's and we walked to hotel lobby and onto the beach. Asma wore a tight blue jeans that hugged her 60 inch waist. even though it was scoring outside she wore a long sleeve shirt that did a poor job hiding her massive chest, neverminded her gut she looked as if she was 6 months pregnant. I took a sip of the coffee and realized how sweet it was. Asma looked back and winked she told me how she put extra creamer and sugar. After all we were married now, who was gonna judge us for getting fat.

All we did was rest on the beach tanning ourselves, for Lunch we order Bojangles extra mash potatoes extra gravy biscuits and fried chicken buckets of fried chicken. Even with the Coffee in the morning I began to drift off the last thing I remember was Asma rubbing my stomach as I drifted off. After waking up Asma and I walked the beach talking about our future, how we, wanted to move to America, start a family, and travel the world. Asma told me she wanted us to be on TLC stars on my thousand pound life. For dinner we stopped by the nearby barbeque spot endless greasy chicken and beef sweat corn and cornbread endless sodas, eating till our stomachs hurt and our clothes were about to rip open and show our bulging bellies.

We stumbled our way back to our hotel rooms where I surprised Asma with a funnel. I melted tub of Ben and Jerries' Vanilla Ice cream and began to feed it she almost drank half of it before spitting the some out on herself. Then I took the tub and finished the rest of the tub as she poured it down my throat. We then made love to each other falling asleep in each others arms, snoozing off to each others stories. Every day Every night our routine was the same.

On our final day before our flight back to Kuwait we weighed ourselves to see the "damage" Asma then weighed 210 pounds and even complained that her clothes felt tighter I weighed at 230 pounds I hadn't wore a shirt all week and now none of them fit I had to put on a spare jacket on as it was the only thing that would cover my tummy, Something Asma loved and never forgot. Our marriage was eternal unbroken we knew we were meant for each other forever what we didn't know was how much we would "grow" together.