Chapter 1

When it came to women, I couldn’t have picked a better one than Jane. We met when some of my work friends introduced us, and knowing what kind of women I liked, they assumed Jane would be perfect for me.

They weren’t wrong.

I loved fat women. Not chubby, not curvy, but FAT. And Jane was that, all 385 pounds of her. An unhappy marriage, a daughter, an ugly divorce and tons of sad binge eating had done a number on her waistline. Jane was always curvy, but after having her daughter, Jessica, she never lost the baby weight. Her ex husband stopped loving her as her weight piled on, and eventually they couldn’t do it anymore and called it quits.

Jane had a good job, made plenty of money. Jessica was able to go off to college with no worries about cost, and could spend any amount of money on food and alcohol. More on that later….

Jane and myself tied the knot the year before Jessica went off to college. It was a small wedding, and neither of us wanted a ton of fanfare for it. Just two lovers eternally committing to each other. Jane was about 410 pounds at this point, three years of dating me hadn’t quite blown her up as fast as I wanted, but I was happy for now. We had a great reception, and our two week honeymoon to an all inclusive resort was filled with nothing but food, sex and more food. Jane learned quickly in our relationship that I was a feeder, and she took to it well. She could eat whatever she wanted and not worry about me leaving? Hell yeah she took that deal! It assuaged her worries about me leaving her like her ex husband did.

We could just be two people in their late 30s and early 40s, with enough money to retire in a few years and enjoy all life had to offer. I didn’t have an amazing life before this, also suffering from a bad divorce. So, this was great to me. I had a beautiful obese wife, a great job and house, everything I really wanted!

Jane knew I wanted her bigger. Much, much bigger. At first, she was all in. The thought of getting a fatter ass, bigger tits, wider hips, all sounded great to her. Our personal goal of 450 pounds quickly turned to 500, and despite some health issues popping up, she was still bought in.

All her meals were made with extra butter, sugar and fat. If I could melt it down and mix it in, I did. Coconut oil was poured into all her drinks and shakes, every chance I got was spent cramming calories into everything she ate.

Jane was a good pig, too. She’d oink for me, beg to be fed, request to be tied up and funneled. I loved it. I made sure she was always satisfied, eager to keep my love happy on this journey.

Jessica was coming home for Christmas from college that year, and we were both excited to see her. Even though she wasn’t my blood daughter, I loved her as much as one, and was looking forward to having our family all in one place.

Jane was around 485 pounds at this point, and you could tell every bit of it on her 5’4 frame. We both were worried how Jessica would take it, but hell, her mother was fat bee entire life. It wasn’t like an extra 45 pounds was a huge deal.


Apparently, Jessica had the same idea.