As wonderful as her mother

Chapter 1 - story

Since Sharon and I got married 4 years ago, we had fallen into a rut. Not that we still didn’t love each other, but sex was blah and I would be lying if I said I dreamed about her figure today. I can only imagine she felt the same.

When Sharon and I were dating, she was short, plump and vivacious. We enjoyed the same music, both played guitar, and even shared some book interests. It seemed like we were made for each other! She was just finishing her degree in culinary arts and I was already working as an engineer. Every spare moment we had was spent together.

Every date started with a meal, and her soft curvy figure and cheerful disposition made every nerve in by body vibrate! Without a doubt, I enjoyed the fact she ate whatever she wanted and as much as she wanted. Her soft curvy figure got softer and curvier, and all she had to do is cock her hip and look at me and I was putty in her hands. Every meal she prepared was amazing and It was a mere side effect that while she was getting curvier, I got a bit beefier. She certainly didn’t seem to mind and I lusted after her more with every bit of fluffiness she added.

A mere year later she graduated and we got married.

Now four years later, things are just not right. Sharon got a job in a hotel restaurant and began her climb up towards being the lead chef. We both worked lots of hours but the nature of our work meant that I worked in the day and she worked in the evening. We didn’t see each other nearly as much as we did.

Eating by myself wasn’t much fun, and soon it was too much effort to even go out to get something. I mostly ate a bowl of cereal for breakfast, lunch with coworkers , and just did without in the evening. Sharon and I both lost weight. She became the slender redhead that all the hotel guys drooled over and I became the skinny guy who moped around home.

I wouldn’t want you to think I no longer loved Sharon, I certainly did. It was tough though, not much time together seemed to be the problem. But in all honestly, Slender Sharon did not “make things stand which have no feet”, and I blamed myself for that.

Things seemed sure to continue down this depressing path until Sharon came home from work and wanted me to wake up so we could talk. Sitting at the kitchen table Sharon told me that she had been thinking about things and thought we needed a change. The direction of the conversation was starting to make me concerned, but I was not about to lie, and agreed that something needed to change.

She got up from her chair and placed her slender 5’-2” on my lap and kissed me. “Mike, when we first got married, we got by on your income, do you mind if we try that again?” Puzzled, I said “sure, but what brings this on?”. She began to explain that she married me because she wanted to be with me, and she realized that both of us working the way we did was not giving her what she wanted.

“Ok Sharon, so what is your plan? She proceeded to explain that she wanted to give notice and try being a stay at home wife for a while. While she loved to cook, cooking for us might be enough for her and allow her to focus on us for a while. I told her that plan sounded good to me, but I feared she would get bored. She told me with a laugh that I hadn’t head in a long time, that she didn’t think that was going to be a problem.

She gave her two weeks notice the next Monday, and it seemed like that two weeks passed pretty quickly. I was astonished to notice when I got up for work on her first Monday at home, that she was already up when my alarm went off. I showered, shaved, got dressed for work, and went downstairs to have my cereal wondering if she was planning to have coffee with me.

I arrived at the breakfast nook to hear noises from the kitchen, see the table set, and coffee with creamer at two places (I usually have mine black). Over the next couple of minutes the table sprouted plates for us both with huge omelets, cinnamon French toast, crispy bacon, and some sort of filled pastry. It was a lot of food!

As we sat down, I said “Babe! This is a huge amount of food, are we having a party! LOL” She replied that she wanted us to start eating breakfast and dinner together like we used to. I complimented her on the food, that was truly delicious, and tried to eat a modest amount. Sharon on the other hand, ate like I had not seen her eat in a long time. I ended up leaving for work before she finished and as I bent down to kiss her goodbye I noticed a bulging belly that was quite noticeable on her slender frame.

Over the next weeks breakfast and dinner continued to be extravagant affairs and Sharon was eating the way she ate when we dated. As she started getting softer and curvier, the vivacious personality I fell in love with came back as well. No doubt about it, we were enjoying our time together and to be honest, I just plain lusted after her!

I thought things were going well, little did I know it was really only getting started. I arrived home on a Friday a few months later to find another extravagant dinner with Sharon, and her wearing a sun dress that left little to the imagination. “Wow, Sharon, you look fantastic!” I said and she flounced a bit for me and turned back toward the kitchen to look back over her shoulder and wink at me saying “I was hoping you would like it.”

The dinner Sharon prepared was fantastic and she certainly ate with abandon … almost gluttony! What was most different tonight she was constantly encouraging me to eat more, putting extra helpings on my plate, pouting and saying “you must not like it” when I tried to slow down. I ended up stuffed when I was finally able to finish the plate and had my belt loosened and my pants unbuttoned.

I backed my chair out and was trying to let my stuffed belly settle when she came out of the kitchen holding an apple pie and a fork. My mouth hung open as I saw her stop and it seemed like the was posing for me.

As she slowly walked over to me she spoke “Mike, I don’t think you just like this dress, I think you like my being fatter, don’t you?” Nervously I said, Oh baby, you aren’t fat!” She slowed and grinned at me “ oh really?” “My love, I have noticed that as I have gained weight you have been a lot more affectionate” “No, Mike, don’t worry, I LOVE it!” She moved closer to me, pierced the pie with the fork and brought to her mouth and said “You love watching me eat, and I bet you would be happy to see me keep on eating and gaining wouldn’t you!?”

As I struggled to decide what to say, she went on “No need to say anything Mike, the tent in your exposed underwear says it all, and I love it!” Sharon came the rest of way to me and sat on my lap, straddling my torso, her belly pressed against by stuffed on. Bringing a bite of the pie to my mouth, she continued “I have a confession to make. I would like to have my heftier hubby back, just as much as you want a fatter Sharon!” I opened my mouth to speak but she put another piece of pit in it and spoke again. “I am planning on stuffing you more tonight Love of Mine, and I want you indulging and eating with me from now on … and I want our mutual desires to be indulged constantly.”
As she put another bite of pie in my mouth, she said “So now Mike, do you want me fatter?” I swallowed the pie, and whispered “yes”. She smiled and said “I knew you did, you have never been harder than you are right now and I am surprised you haven’t gone right through that underwear!” She started wiggling her body just a bit at that point and I though I was going to explode!

She gave me time to actually speak and I told her “Baby, you are the sexiest, most amazing woman in the world!” Sharon bent over, pressing our bellies together and nibbled at my ear, then whispered in it “husband of mine, will you give in and get fat with me?” With all the truth that was ever in me I whispered back, “Baby, I will get as fat as you want”
She laughed in exactly the way that lead me to fall in love with her, and said “Husband, we need to finish this pie, then we need to go to the bedroom.” This dress and your underwear, are in the way!”

I don’t have a slender wife any more, and she doesn’t have a skinny husband. Life with my no-doubt-about-it fat wife, is however fantastic. We eat really well, those dinners by a culinary expert. We celebrate together pretty much whenever we are together. Life changes though, and all that celebrating in going to bring my fat wife and her fat husband a little girl in a few months. I hope she will grow up to be as wonderful as her mother.