Chapter 1 - 1

In 2010, Trevor and I got married. At the time, I was a 21 year old fitness model. Back then I was 5'7 135 lbs. I had long toned legs, a tight as, washboard abs, perky tits and a good face. I knew I was the total package. Trevor was too though. A former NFL wide receiver, he'd used his NFL money to buy two Starbucks franchises in Knoxville. By the time we got married he had 30 and was making more money than either of us could spend.

When I moved into his mansion, there wasn't too much for me to do. I had no degree, so I couldn't really help with the business, and he had a cleaning service so there wasn't much for me to do around the house. Mostly I just kept in shape for my modeling gig and hung out by the pool.

Two months after our wedding, we went on a 90 day tour of Europe for our honeymoon. It was incredible. We tried every kind of food and drink you could imagine. This was when things started to unravel for me though. I went a bit overboard and put on 15 lbs in three months. Trevor seemed to like my fatter ass and bigger boobs, but my modeling agency took a different view. They told me I wasn't needed unless I toned back up. I briefly tried, but then decided what was the point? I didn't need the money.

After losing the modeling gig, I quit exercising. I hated it so what was the point. I didn't want to get fat though, so I just tried to keep my eating under control. Even with this goal, I put on 15 lb over the next year. I knew that at 5'7 165, I was starting to look pretty thick. Trevor still seemed to like by fat butt and big boobs, but I was getting worried. That's when I got pregnant.

During my pregnancy I put on another 15 lbs. And in September, after having my first child I new I already looked like an overfed MILF. But the holidays were around the corner and the food was going to be too good to resist. It was no time to diet.

By January I was 190. I knew I had to get things under control. I just had no will power. I was so used to eating whatever I wanted from the holidays dieting seemed horrible. I sucked it up though and dieted. By June I was back down to 165. I wasn't toned, but damn, back then I was the type of thick that could make a bathing suit look good.

In July I was pregnant again. This time, I put on 25 lbs. In March 2013 I was 190 lbs. Fuck I knew I was in trouble, but I just didn't have it in me to diet. Trevor hired a full time nanny service, so it's not like taking care of the kids was tough. I just didn't have the willpower. Food was so good. I just liked to eat.

Not surprisingly, with this attitude, I blew passed 200 lbs. By Christmas I was a well fed 235 lbs. I took care to look good for Trevor though. I was getting worried he'd get sick of his wife's fat ass. He didn't seem to though. Still though. I had to diet. 235 at 24? What the fuck. Whether Trevor cared or not I didn't want to be his stuffed up trophy wife. He was so hot. I wanted to look good for him.

By the following January I was back down to 170 lbs. I thought this was my sweet spot. Where I looked thick and sexy like no one else. This is when Trevor started bringing treats back to the house for "us." It started off just here and there, he'd bring back extra pastries from one of the franchises, or stop and pick up a half gallon of ice cream. He would have a bite and just leave the rest. I was home all day with nothing to do. Even the kids had someone taking care of them. Of course I was going to eat whatever he left. I started to get fat again in a hurry.

By August I was up to 240 lbs. My ass was getting so fat, but I couldn't do anything. The food around the holidays was too good, and there was no point in dieting fro just three months was there? I just kept getting fatter. By the time Thanksgiving rolled around my will power was non-existant. Trevor had fattened me up to 275 lbs by then. He'd made eating my main hobby. I realized he was just going to stuff me like the turkey. By New years I was 300 lbs. I resolved to go on a secret diet.

The next day, Trevor introduced food to out sex-life. He had me eat an entire bowl of M&Ms while he fucked me from behind. It was the best sex of my life. It was like he knew I was going to try losing weight so he made food even better by making it sexual. To say the least the diet never took off. Instead, I began asking him to bring treats home and he would feed them to me and while he fucked me. Moving was getting hard, so I just got lazier, and fitting in cars was becoming nearly impossible. By November I was 470 lbs. That was when I completely gave in. I quit even trying to resist being fattened. I just let Trevor feed me and fuck me as much as he wanted.

Today I weigh 540 lbs. After 7 years of marriage, I am literally 4 times the woman I was. My thighs are enormously fat, my boobs run right into the folds of my neck. My as is enormous. I can still get around, but its not easy to go far. I'm a prisoner of my fat body now. I'm the fattest trophy wife ever. I love it.