Chapter 1

Svetlana was a blonde bombshell with curves that defied gravity. Her hourglass figure curved perfectly to her hips, and her green eyes sparkled with mischief as she moved. Standing at five foot ten, Svetlana had long, straight hair that cascaded down her back in silky waves. She was the definition of beautiful, even though society deemed her "plus-sized." And it was this beauty that caught Mark's eye.

Mark was six-foot-five and built like a Greek god, his muscular frame commanding attention wherever he went. With brown hair and blue eyes, he exuded an air of confidence that drew people in. He hadn't been looking for love, but when Svetlana appeared on the horizon during one of his vacations in Moscow, Mark knew he'd found his match.

She was everything he had ever wanted in a partner: intelligent, kind-hearted, and damn hot. And her curves? Well, they were to die for. He couldn't get enough of her lush, soft body and the way she carried herself with confidence. Her beauty made him feel like the luckiest man alive.

In just one year, Mark proposed, and Svetlana accepted his offer without hesitation. They married and moved into a mansion in Minnesota, a spacious and lavish home filled with expensive furniture and artwork from every era. The mansion was a testament to Mark's wealth, amassed through years of successful investing. But what caught Svetlana's eye wasn't the money—it was the man she fell in love with.

Their mansion had no stairs; instead, elevators serviced each floor, making life easier for their growing bodies. Life was good for the couple, but it took a turn when Mark's friends came over one evening.

Mark's friends were men married to women who weren't just plus-sized—they were huge, some weighing 400 and 500 pounds respectively. These women carried their weight with confidence, their rolls of fat glistening under the light like they were runway models for a body-positive fashion show. And as Svetlana watched her husband ogling them, she felt a surge of jealousy.

Later that night, she confronted Mark calmly, curiosity piquing in her mind about his apparent infatuation with his friends' wives. "I married you for your personality, not your looks," he explained, trying to reassure her. But Svetlana wasn't buying it. "Well, you should have told me," she teased him, her tone playful yet probing.

"Are you a feeder?" she asked, her smile sly and knowing. He nodded, his erection straining against his jeans as he admitted it. "How big are ya talkin'?" he growled, his voice low with desire.

"This size," Svetlana said, holding up her phone to show him a picture of a six hundred-pound bbw. Year two of their marriage found Svetlana at 260 pounds, her body now a sight to behold. Her boobs were so large they seemed to rival the size of her own head, and her ass was twice the size of two basketballs, covered in soft, pillowy cellulite that Mark adored. Her back was like a series of hills and valleys, soft rolls that his hands loved to roam over.

To keep growing, Svetlana ate large portions until her stomach ached, all to fuel her ever-growing appetite. She reveled in the joy of becoming a fat woman, loving every inch of her body as it transformed into something extraordinary. The contrast between her and Mark was stunning—his chiseled frame juxtaposed against her soft curves like a perfect painting. And when it came to sex? Well, it got better with each passing year.

Year three found Svetlana at 390 pounds, her body now a masterpiece of softness and fullness. Her boobs were huge, her belly two big folds front where her panties were put on, the sight of which filled Mark with pride. He loved how all her previous outfits needed to be tailor-made to accommodate her growing frame.

Once, during a trip to Vegas, Svetlana was even allowed to eat for free because of her size. She indulged in food whenever she could, reveling in the joy of being treated as a spectacle—a beautiful woman to behold.

Year four saw Svetlana reach 440 pounds, her body now massive and soft. Her ass was like two beachballs, too large for anything but the floor beneath it. No more bras for her—her melons were too big, and Mark preferred them pendulous and floppy, swaying gently with every movement.

One day, Svetlana sat on a chair in front of him, only to break it under the weight of her soft, blubbery ass. "Looks like my ass is too fat for that chair," she giggled, her voice light and teasing. Mark helped her up, his words laced with desire: "Bring that nice, soft, blubbery ass over here."

He kissed her, then slapped her ass, sending ripples of pleasure through every inch of her body as they made their way to the bedroom. "Follow me to bed and fuck your hot, fat wife," Svetlana purred, her eyes blazing with lust.

Their sex was a symphony of sensations—Svetlana lying down while Mark did all the work. Every thrust sent waves of pleasure rippling through her soft body, the fupa acting as a cushion that made it more pleasurable than ever before. Her pussy was perfectly tight, the fat accentuating every inch of pleasure.

By year five, Svetlana weighed in at 570 pounds, and this was the weight they'd agreed to stop at. Her arms were now as wide as her thighs once had been when she was skinny, Mark loving the feel of them around him. Her ass was like two beanbag chairs, her boobs beachballs, and her stomach thick with four rolls that overtook her breasts.

One day, Svetlana stood on the bathroom scale, her curiosity piqued. "How much do I weigh?" she called out to Mark, who replied, "570." She smiled, knowing her transformation was complete—a beautiful American woman, confident and unapologetically herself.