Gained a Few

Chapter 1

"You think I look better fatter???" My wife could hardly believe what I'd told her.

"No," I said, "I merely said you look good with the extra weight. It just made your butt and boobs a little bigger. You're not fatter like a damn pig."

She was about 5'5, 175 pounds. Yeah, technically overweight but she carried it well. I just had to get her to see it that way.

"I feel gross. I have no fucking pants to wear, and we have a million weddings to go to this year! Nothing is going to fit me!" I think she was being a little dramatic.

"Honey, good lord, you're 175 pounds not 500. Look at yourself! Who cares if you've gained a few pounds, you're almost 30, everyone knows how hard it is to stay skinny! Even I have to watch what I eat nowadays. You look amazing, and if I think you're gorgeous, who cares? I'll love you however big or small you get. Come on, now."

She looked like she was slowly accepting my words.

"I guess you're right. Getting new clothes isn't the worst thing. I still look pretty good."

"You look AMAZING."

She smiled at me before giving me a quick kiss.

"Ok, let's go to those newer shops downtown! And can we stop at Starbucks on the way?"

I smiled at her. "Of course. Do you wanna get ice cream at that place on the corner after we-"

"YES" she jumped up and went to grab her coat. "I LOVE that place!"

I grabbed my keys and we left.

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It was a later day at work, but with our food bill, I needed the hours. My boss kept wondering why I volunteered so much for extra work, even with the great pay I had. "Just gotta feed the family," I had told him.

I stopped at a Steak 'n Shake, grabbed a few of their burgers (greasy as hell but not bad) and then hit a Culver's for a similar order. Gotta have some variety.

Getting home, I used to call out that I was back, but I knew she couldn't greet me. And that's fine, I liked to see her first after a long day.

I put the bags of fast food on the counter, and then headed to our master bedroom suite to see her. Every time I opened the door, I could feel very drop of blood in my body speed run to my member.

Sprawled out on our king size bed, she damn near covered most of it. She never wore clothes these days, her body giving off so much heat it bothered her to have anything covering her skin. I almost couldn't see her face, partly because of the CPAP machine and partly because her distended belly blocked my view.

Her thighs were twice as wide as me, and covered in so many rolls and cellulite it was hard to believe she could walk on them. (She could, but not for much longer.) Wide hips anchored her down, but her ass fat was so thick it propped her up quite a bit. If I sat next to her she'd be a good bit taller than me.

Her belly looked like a waterbed made of pale white flesh, and it looked like one when we had sex, rippling and shaking around. Her breasts both laid on the sides of her belly, their original C cups now being something you had to special order for.

"Hey, baby. I got you some burgers for a snack. And a Starbucks coffee, extra liquid sugar and foam just for you." She had a dazed look, half asleep half full. I'm sure the appetite stimulants and growth hormones I'd been slipping in her didn't help either.

"Thanks....baby.....give me...a second to....get up."

"I'll bring it to you, don't worry." I have her a quick kiss on the lips, before going to grab her food.