Chapter 1

Authors Note: A one-off story made possible by support from my P*a*t*r*e*o*n. Enjoy!



Bridezilla is a term typically referring to a woman whose behavior in planning her wedding is regarded as obsessive or intolerably demanding. I’ll let you judge for yourself if the actions of my bride to be, Molly, qualify as such.


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“Here’s the deal, I am trying to get healthy and tone up for our wedding next month, but I am finding it hard to stay motivated especially with so much holiday junk food around, so you are going to help me.” Molly explained to me in the kitchen of our apartment one chilly December day.


Molly was a stunning physical specimen, as a former college volleyball player she prided herself on her athletic appearance. She was tall, about 5’11, with long dark hair and had a slender but curvy hourglass shape, with perky c-cup breasts, and a full rock solid bubble butt. Upon graduating college two years ago, she’d weighed a fit and firm 136lbs, but now she maintained a more reasonable 142lbs and only appeared slightly less toned.


Since she’s four inches taller than I am, as usual, I looked up at her to respond, “Honey, you look amazing. You really have nothing to worry about.”


“I’m getting pudgy, look at my tummy. I’m totally getting a roll of fat.” Molly complained, while she pinched an inch of her slender waist that clung a little tightly around the waistband of her jean shorts. Once I looked and returned my gaze to my lovely wife-to-be’s glowing green eyes, she ordered firmly, “To help me stay strong and on track you are going to eat everything that I can’t. All the cheese, chocolate, cake, candy and calories, are going to go down your throat instead of mine.”


“You can’t be serious! You want me to pack on the pounds just so you can fit in your stupid dress??” I grumbled at the thought of letting myself get out of shape just to put my wife’s unfounded insecurities at ease.


“Fitting into my wedding dress is not stupid! My parents paid $5,000 for that dress! There are no if ands or buts about this, you are always going on and on about how you would do anything for me, so you are going to do this. Capiche?” Molly ordered with a snap of her hands, before patting me on my firm stomach and cooing, “Let me live vicariously though you while I suffer. Besides, if you pork up I’ll look even more beautiful by comparison.”


Unhappy with the arrangement, but unable to refuse my beautiful fiancee I played it cool and told her, “Fine. Whatever you want honey.”


“Good boy. Let’s start with the leftover chocolate icing in the fridge. It keeps calling my name and we can’t have that.” Molly mused, as she grabbed my wrist and yanked me over toward our refrigerator.


Before I knew it, Molly had me sucking down spoonful after spoonful of chocolate icing until my stomach ached from the richness of it all…


Boy would I regret giving in to Molly’s ludicrous demand. In the month before our wedding Molly pushed so much food down my throat that I gained 20 pounds! All while she managed to lose the stubborn five pounds she’d been battling for two years. However, luckily for me, I wasn’t the only one looking decidedly heftier for the wedding.


Molly’s maid of honor, Christy, a teammate from college usually looked like Molly’s blonde twin even though the two of them shared no blood relation; however, on our wedding day Christy looked positively puffy. Prior to the wedding she’d gained over 40 pounds. I asked her about the weight gain at the reception.


“It’s all Molly’s fault. She made me fat.” Christy complained sounding as truthful as she was clearly drunk.


“How do you mean?” I wondered, as I observed the way her sprawling beer gut poked outward farther than mine.


“Molly went a little nuts. Once we got involved with planning the wedding, she practically forced me to get involved with the junk food aisle at the grocery store. She made me cling to processed snack cakes the way toddlers cling to teddy bears.” Christy explained only pausing to take another big gulp of champagne, “She told me I wasn’t allowed to by skinny for her wedding or else I’d upstage her. She’s been stuffing me silly ever since.”


“Sounds like Molly.” I nodded a little disappointed in my nutty wife, “I’m sure she appreciates you letting yourself go like this.”


“She better. And she better remember this whenever I eventually tie the knot!” Christy fumed, while she frowned at the size of her belly and added, “Now that you’re married to her promise me this… make sure that bitch gets nice and fat now that she’s off the dating market for good. It’s her turn to make me look good by comparison until I find a husband.”


“Haha,” I laughed not realizing Christy wasn’t really joking, “Umm… I’ll do my best?”


“I’m sure you will.” Christy smiled before patting me on the head and sauntering over to the dance floor… Or perhaps she was crossing the dance floor to get to the dessert table, it was hard to tell at first.


Checking out her ass as she walked away, I noticed the seams of her dress around her juicy rear end looked about ready to pop with each sway of her widened hips.


Part of me wondered what Molly would look like if the sexy devil put on a few extra pounds, but before I could visualize the image in my head, the bridezilla appeared next to me, took a gander at Christy’s thick bottom and chuckled, “Some people, when they see cheese, chocolate or cake, they don't think of calories. Poor Christy better buy a gym membership hmhm!”


“Yeah maybe.” I smiled, as Molly’s judgmental eyes turned to my beer belly.


Giving me a forceful poke, Molly ordered, “Once we get back from the honeymoon you better hit the gym too. You’re getting fat.”


And just like that, before I could say anything, Molly pranced off to chat with some guests nearby.


Shallow.


That’s all I could think to myself. I’d married a shallow wife, and now I was stuck with her.


Of course, I loved Molly, and not just because I found her beautiful. Frankly, the fact that she was a bit of a bossy b*tch was also a turn on for me, she was more of a dom and I was more of a sub, but still. A man could only take so much. It was her fault I’d gained a beer belly anyway! It was in that moment I decided, it wouldn’t be such a bad thing if Christy’s wish for a fatter Molly came true.


Maybe I could even help ensure that Molly got a taste of life in the fat lane?


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I’d thought ending the harsh diet she’d stuck to before the wedding, the one that involved her completely cutting out things she’d normally love to eat such as macaroni and cheese, would be enough for Molly to pack on a couple dozen pounds over our month-long honeymoon, but it wasn’t. After months of discipline to make sure she looked stunning in her wedding dress, Molly mostly stayed in control of her post wedding cravings while we vacationed in Greece, only regaining the five pounds she’d lost the month before the wedding, nothing more.


Despite some efforts on my behalf to pamper and spoil her, Molly didn’t put on any additional weight over the Spring or the Summer. However, she was eating more. As newlyweds friends, neighbors, coworkers, and family threw scores of celebrations and parties our way. Most of which had an array of desserts, rich food, and even alcohol that Molly couldn’t resist indulging in. Call it fun, obligation or courtesy, but for Molly there was no escaping extra calories as a newly minted bride. All we did at parties was eat, drink and be happy. Devouring food was just part of the fun.


For my part, I started biking every morning to try and deal with the influx of extra calories. I still hadn’t lost the weight Molly had made me gain for the wedding and I didn’t want my beer belly growing out of control. For Molly thought I could tell fitness was beginning to take a backseat in her daily routine. As a married woman she was eating well and living comfortably. She began nibbling every now and then at our various candy dishes we kept around our apartment. She was settling into the marriage, and her daily routine involved working, eating, sex, snacking, and sleeping. It was only a matter of time before her bad habits started to catch up with her.


In the Fall we moved from our old apartment into a small house on the edge of the city. That’s when the feasting really began. Psychologically, Molly clearly had more motivation to keep fit and look good before our marriage than she did six months into it. I noticed she started to snack on a tub of ice cream after sex or while watching our favorite shows late at night. It was funny behavior coming from the girl that used to bug me to go to bed early so the two of us could go jogging in the morning.


By the time winter came around, it was clear to me Molly had put on maybe 10 pounds over the fall season. She’d consumed too many pumpkin spiced lattes, pumpkin muffins, and pumpkin rolls for her own good. Her stomach looked softer. When she sat the roll that formed was larger and more pronounced, nothing major, but certainly more substantial.


Over the winter, the holidays of course did some damage, it was also around this time, a month away from being a year into our marriage that I noticed Molly nostalgically digging into our freezer to snack on the endless supply of wedding cake we’d kept after the wedding. All that wedding cake weight she put on over the winter was going to be difficult for Molly to shed in the Spring.


By the time our year anniversary rolled around, Molly was officially 25lbs above what she’d weighed the year before. Her butt had grown thicker and more squishy, her breasts a bit more full and jiggly. Her face hadn’t really softened at all, but her stomach had morphed into a rounded pot-belly that was very noticeable. More than a few of Molly’s friends asked me privately if she was pregnant, even Christy. It was my pleasure to explain that Molly wasn’t pregnant, just sporting a few extra pounds from enjoying our happy marriage.


I personally found Molly’s slight weight gain very attractive. Unexpected, I know, but not unwelcome. It was like the girl had gotten a boob job. I couldn’t keep my hands off of my high-maintenance busty babe!


If Molly realized she’d put on some weight she never told me, so I never brought it up. She went shopping frequently so I think she never realized she’d outgrown her old wardrobe.


Starting year two of our marriage, I noticed the frequency of which we ate out increased. Molly always had a bit of a sweet-tooth, but I swear she was starting to turn into a total foodie. She loved to sample a variety of cuisines, often commenting to me, “Isn’t this delicious??”


She became obsessed with documenting every meal she consumed on Instagram probably so her friends could be jealous of the lavish life she was enjoying as a married woman. As we truly settled into our new life together aside from eating out more, Molly started preparing delicacies that were as fattening as they were delicious, and she wasn’t shy about grabbing seconds. Surrounded every day by great food, Molly couldn’t stop herself from just chowing down.


As Molly continued to put on weight, our sex life continued to improve. It seemed like she wanted it more and more, as she slowly but surely porked up a little more every month. Since we were married, sex was just one signal away. We were probably having sex more often than when we were dating. While the sex itself had to burn some calories, Molly’s post-sex cravings, made up for it and then some. After a long sex session my tall thickening queen craved cakes, ice creams, anything sweet. Sometimes she’d even crave wine, so I’d open a bottle and we’d whisper sweet nothings to each other in bed until I’d suggest getting Molly a cheese platter to go with her wine. Before she knew it, she’d add one more meal to her daily caloric intake.


As an indulgent spring transitioned into a sizzling summer, Molly’s bad habits contributed to a noticeable fattening of her mid-section. Hello another 20-pounds and a newly minted muffin top! Back when we’d started dating, if she’d gain a single unwanted pound Molly would schedule a gym hour or a yoga class or perhaps some Zumba or Pilates. But not anymore…


“Oh my god, babe, look at me. I look like a whale in this bikini!” Molly pouted standing in the mirror of our master bedroom with a sour look on her face.


Her recently manicured fingers were poking and probing her rather round and squishy belly, which pooched over the waistband of her exotic floral bikini bottoms.


“Nonsense, you’ve never looked better.” I assured her, as I quickly snuck up behind her, pressed up against her thickened butt, and appreciated her curves with both hands.


“Hmm, someone’s horny.” Molly smirked forgetting about her weight issue long enough to waste a few minutes rolling around in bed with me. After which, Molly’s first word to me was, “Ice cream?”


Oh yeah, the muffin top was here to stay.


The summer didn’t slow Molly’s accelerated gain one bit. By September she was weighing in around 210lbs, a gain of roughly 20 pounds since the end of the Spring. Since she was tall it was only now that Molly’s face really softened along with the rest of her thickening body. She was a chubby girl now, and relatively unbothered by it unless she was struggling to fit into something she really wanted to wear.


That’s when we got Christy’s save the date and her request that Molly be her maid of honor. In the year and a half since our wedding, Christy’s weight never returned to normal, in fact, she packed on the pounds faster than Molly had. It was one reason why Molly probably never had a major freak-out about her growing body, she was still the skinniest girl in her group of friends. However, Christy made it clear to her that designation would soon change.


“You’re being a totally bridezilla!” Molly vented unable to process Christy’s outlandish request.


“You made me gain forty pounds when I was your maid of honor! All because you thought I’d upstage you at your wedding if I was skinny! How is what I’m asking for any different?” Christy complained with irritation in her voice.


“You gained 40 pounds for me, you want me to gain double that!” Molly shouted so loudly that I could clearly hear every word from the couch in the living room.


“Molly! I’m 260lbs! You’re only around 210lbs! In reality I’m only asking you to weigh 30 pounds more than me at my wedding.” Christy rationalized.


Clearly, Christy didn’t have the motivation to try and lose weight herself.


Trying to think of an excuse not to fatten up for her friend, Molly blurted, “You were single when I asked you to put on weight, I’m married. I have a husband to think about. I don’t want to fatten myself out of his range of desirability.”


“Then let’s ask him.” Christy grunted deciding to call Molly’s bluff, as she yelled over to me, “Hey shorty, would you still love your wife if she was fatter than me?”


“Of course.” I called back much to Molly’s amazement.


“Then it’s settled Molly. You’re my made of honor, and it’s your job to get as fat as possible to make me look better by comparison on my wedding day. Got it.” Christy winked with a satisfied pat to Molly’s exposed muffin top.


“Got it…” Molly gulped gazing down upon herself and wondering what it might feel like to be 80 pounds heavier than she already was.


“Great. You’ve got one year to make it happen! Don’t disappoint me!” Christy ordered before turning tail and leaving Molly to dwell on her predicament.


At first, Molly was resentful of Christy for her fattening request and me for effectively not giving her an easy way out of it, but soon she slid into a sort of comfort zone with her overeating and began to enjoy the gaining process.


Once upon a time, Molly would spend a lot of time on her figure and looks, but it was clear marriage had made her a little lazy. She no longer needed to attract a mate, so it was easier for her to let go. For my part I did everything I could to appreciate my beautiful curvy spouse.


She could now truly eat to her heart’s desire and I encouraged her to do so. For her it was liberating not having to worry about how many carbs she was consuming. Molly was a curvy foodie now and she enjoyed being able to indulge as much as her growing stomach wanted to.


Six months after Molly’s quest to fatten up began, it was clear there was a lot more of her to love than before. With her growing curves came some truly great features: bigger boobs, and a blubbery bubble butt well worthy of writing home about. If it really is size that matters, then no one can hold a candle to the beauty of a big fat curvy girl. There was more of Molly to hold, more to caress, more to squeeze, and more to appreciate.


I honestly can’t imagine cuddling with a skinny person ever again.


By the time Christy’s wedding rolled around, Christy was nearly fat enough to roll around herself. She’d put on nearly 60 pounds before the wedding, putting her weight around 310lbs. Of course this meant Molly had needed to put on even more weight to make Christy look skinny…


All in all, Molly put on nearly 150lbs over the course of the year. At 360lbs, she did in deed make Christy look skinnier next to her. Though talk of diets after the wedding abounded, Molly and I both knew she’d gone passed the point of no return. By the coming of the next year, Molly was over 400lbs and showed no signs of stopping.


For my part, taking care of my increasingly plump domineering wife helped get me into the best shape of my life. Coming up on our five year anniversary we’re happier than ever. Molly’s nearing 530lbs almost 400lbs more than when I married her, and to tell you the truth, I love her 400 times more than I did the day I married her.