Chapter 1

I held him once more before he turned to leave. How incredibly frail he had become. My once strong, imposingly muscular, 6'3 husband had turned to little more than a waif on his last work trip. He went from 201 lbs to 173 in just under the month it took for his business trip to finish up. Lack of sleep, lack of water, and lack of food had created this skinny man before me.
"I'll call you as soon as I get settled in babe!" he called from the doors of the airport. He turned and went inside, leaving me to think of how concave his stomach had felt in my hands. I couldn't very well have people think that I was a poor wife that was unable to take care of her new husband. And so, on my way home, I decided on a plan to get my husband back to the large man that used to hold me so tight.

Later that night he called me, settled into our new home across the country. Immediately after he hung up I ordered 5 large pizzas, wings, and 2 two litre sodas and had them sent to him. For dessert I had a whole chocolate cake delivered at around the same time. He face timed me as soon as the Uber eats had dropped off his miniature feast.
"BABE!" he exclaimed, "You sent me enough food to last weeks! What the heck? I can't eat all of this before it goes bad!"
I put on a put on the most innocent and pouty face I could muster. "My love, I just wish I was there to make you food and take care of you. You seemed so little when you came to visit me for the weekend that I started to worry! My coworkers here thought you were a POW with how small you had gotten! I can't have my baby not be taken care of. If you eat everything tonight I can promise a very... Special prize." At that moment I propped up my phone and started to strip. His eyes lit up and he immediately said "I'll call you back as soon as this is all gone!"
"NO," I yelled suddenly, "I want to watch you eat it. Y'know, to make sure you don't just throw it away."
"Alrighty then, babe, you're the boss" he said.

An hour and a half later I sat, transfixed, watching my husband asleep at the table with wrappers everywhere. He didn't even get half way before starting to get uninterested. There is no way I could keep this up for more than just tonight and have him be down for it. I had to get creative. I began to plan again.

The next evening started much as the first, with him face timing me after receiving massive amounts of food and me stripping. He said that as much as he enjoyed looking at my body his heart just wasn't into it. That was until I told him that each slice he finished would be one strong pulse of me using my vibrator straight on my clit.
He scrambled to start eating the first slice of pizza. It disappeared in seconds, and I pressed hard on the vibrator. Before my first, loud moan had finished he was already scrambling to shove the next slice in his mouth.
Slice after slice and press after press he finished the pizzas. By the time he got to the third pizza he had taken to meaning with me and stroking his dick with the hand free from the pizza. Each gulp of soda was worth two pushes of my vibrators button, which resulted in a world record for a finished two litre.

I started to cum as he finished the last box of pizza and reached for the first wing. He saw this and shoveled as many wings into his open mouth as possible, resulting in God knows how many pushes of the vibrator and a low scream of pleasure from both of us as we climaxed together from opposite sides of the country.

He could barely move his head to look at me when we were finished. I knew that if I kept this up, he would be double his original size before we were through.