chapter 1

It was around 8 am. With a lot of the world either getting ready for work or still in bed it was fairly quiet outside, save for a few birds chirping. The same could be said about the Sampson household; upstairs being fairly quiet while downstairs Sammie was preparing breakfast.

She loved listening to music while she cooked, often finding herself rhythmically moving while juggling pots and pans. Of course, she made sure not to have the radio on too loud so that she didn’t disturb the wife. It was important she woke up in a good mood and well rested, after all.

Sammie wiped her brow whilst staring at the breakfast spread she lovingly crafted with a ‘whew’. She had to admit it had become increasingly challenging to provide enough food every meal, especially when she was the solo cook of the house. It was certainly worth it though if it meant having a happy face and a full stomach in front of her.

Speaking of which, Harriet was right on cue. Her footsteps were hard to miss as they plodded down the stairs matched with quiet panting. Sammie had thought on many occasions that perhaps they should move their bedroom downstairs, but the more devilish side of her loved to see how out of breath her wife could so easily get.

“Morning, my love.” Sammie hummed while pulling out a chair, soaking in everything she could of her wife’s stature.

They hadn’t bought new clothes for Harriet for a while, and it showed. The pyjama top struggled to get anywhere near her belly button, with most of the fabric bunching up under her breasts. Her bingo wings were squashed underneath the cuffs of the sleeves, an evident angry red mark left where they were digging into her skin. From a front angle it wouldn’t be overly apparent she was wearing the matching shorts underneath her belly overhang from how small they were or rather, how large she was. They hugged her butt and slipped out a fair bit of cheek if she wasn’t careful, while the rest would be swallowed by her thighs and underbelly. Sammie couldn’t recall a time her thighs were ever touching, though now they fought against one another for room.

Of course, all that was all overshadowed by Harriet’s face. A thick, heavy double chin decorated her jaw beautifully and hid most of her neck by this point. Her cheeks were round and puffy, enough to be able to pinch between your thumb and index finger. Even while Harriet had a large mouth, it looked small in comparison. Still her lips were plump and soft much like the rest of her.

The chair creaked underneath Harriet’s weight as she plonked herself down, her belly immediately met with the edge of the table before Sammie could even push the chair in again. “Ughn, thank you…” She huffed out, trying to catch her breath.

Sammie used all of her force to push the chair in as much as it would go, having to use her shoulder like ramming down a door. She had a fairly strong build herself and was rather a gym rat, but Harriet’s weight was a bit more than she could chew. And she loved it.

By the time she stood up straight, she saw how Harriet had already made a start on her breakfast buffet. A plate had already been licked clean and discarded to the side and a tubby hand was in the middle of placing another one on top of it.

Of course, Harriet was naturally hungriest at breakfast, so it was important that everything was cooked just right. The bacon had to be perfectly crispy, the sausages had to get just a little bit burnt but not too much and the fried eggs had to be dripping in oil. Thankfully, Sammie now had years of experience under her belt to get it right every time.

“This never gets old,” Sammie whispered in her wife’s ear whilst her hands found their way to her stomach. Harriet wasn’t the only one who was allowed some fun, plus it occupied the small amount of time it took her to eat.

Fingers found themselves enveloped by doughy fat, sinking in at even the lightest prod. Sammie had made sure to take good care of her belly so that the skin stayed perfectly smooth, save for a few stretch marks as a result of Harriet being particularly greedy on a few occasions. She tutted as she found the largest section of stretch marks, which was made after their trip to America. Harriet gained 30 pounds in the span of their two week holiday there and Sammie could still hardly believe it sometimes.

In fact, most of this was unbelievable sometimes. When she had met Harriet it was with no intention of this even turning into the type of relationship it became. Sure, Sammie always had a bit of a thing for chubbier girls and the more she thought about it the more she realised she in fact /only/ dated chubby girls. But it wasn’t until one night she came home to find Harriet passed out on the sofa, her belly stretched to the brink of exploding and dozens of empty takeaway boxes surrounding her that she realised this is what she wanted. She wanted to make Harriet obese.

And now here they were 7 years, a marriage and over 350 pounds down the line.

The sound of the last remaining plate clanking on the large stack snapped Sammie out of memory lane, “Was that good, huh?” She asked while giving her stomach a gentle pat.

Harriet opened her mouth to respond, yet was cut off by a belch loud enough to bounce around the entire house’s walls and her stomach gurgling like crazy from all the greasy food that was now trying to settle inside of it.

“Compliments to the--*urp*, chef…” Harriet exhaled, resting back against the struggling dining chair now that she was satisfied.

She watched while Sammie cleaned up after her, feeling so fortunate to have someone that was willing not only to help her grow, but to look after her in such a loving way too.

“Alright, missus. Think you can get up for me by yourself?” Sammie raised a brow while drying off her hands.

Harriet nodded as she mentally prepared herself. It was one thing to sit down, let alone getting back up again.
Both of her hands lay flat on the table as support as she began to rock back and forth on the chair, having to act as though it was like trying to gain height on a swing. Once again her breathing started to become laboured from the physical movement and her cheeks had a pink tint to them.

And a one...And a two...And a three, she was up. Well, mostly. Harriet stumbled to her feet, feeling off-balanced now that she was full on breakfast. Sammie could eat her right up after watching all of that, having to chew on her bottom lip to keep herself under control.

“Good girl,” Sammie hummed, coming over now to wrap her arms around Harriet’s waist as far as they could go. “I don’t want you burning too many calories now. I think sitting on the sofa all day sounds like a good plan, don’t you?”

“The best plan.”

(Thank you for coming to read my very first story here! I hope you liked it and if you have any pointers I'm open to criticism. I purposely left the weight and more detailed descriptors of Harriet rather vague so you can fill in your own blanks to suit your preferences. I had the idea she’s around 450 pounds myself, though :).
I also didn't mean for her breathing to mean anything scary medically, I just think being out of breath is a really cute fat trait and I love it when I'm out of breath myself.)