My Wife Becomes a Female Fat Admirer

Chapter 1

One of my weight gain fantasies is my lovely two hundred plus pound wife would become a FFA or female fat admirer. Two aspects of this I would love; one, she would feel about her body as I do, loving the pounds, the jiggle, the rolls, etc. Two she would want me to gain weight and get even fatter than I am now. I have written about this before in my story; “Careful What You Wish For”.

We had decided to move to a new city. Katie and I got along great having been married for many years, with grown children. But there wasn’t much intimacy in our relationship. But this was about to change and so was my weight and appearance.

We were downtown walking around. We both saw this really fat guy, huge belly, big round butt. His shirt was riding up on his belly showing off several inches of belly fat, which was jiggling as he walked. I didn’t know it the time, but Katie had been looking at some of my favorite website, including Fantasy Feeder. She had read some of my comments about envying big bellies on guys and encouraging them to keep eating. She said, “Wow, that guy is huge.” I looked and agreed, “Yeah he is, he must weigh well over three hundred pounds.” She looked at me and made a life changing comment; “Nat I think you would look really hot if you were that fat.” I looked at her, blushing, “What makes you say that, I have put on weight since retiring from working and the military reserves, but getting that big?”

She poked my forty eight inch waist, “Nat I have looked at your “Fantasy Feeder” website, I have read many of your stories and looked at all of your photos you’ve taken of yourself as you have gained. I know deep down you want to be really, really fat. I also know you have been what you call a subtle encourager of my weight. It’s now my turn to encourage you to gain weight and get fat!”

I stared at her for a couple of seconds, I didn’t want to admit it, but this conversation was turning me on. I stammered, “Ah, I don’t want to get fat, I mean I’ve gained some weight, but not that much.” “Nat, you have written on the site that you have deliberately gained weight, now is your chance; I want to fatten you up! I know you’re getting turned on right now aren’t you?” I blushed, “Yeah, you’re right. So you will help me gain weight?” “No, Nat, I will help you get really, really fat!” She put her hand on my groin, feeling my reaction to this conservation. “You’re right, I’d love to get really, really fat, I think I need to eat something right now!”

She giggled, led me into a local ice cream shop and ordered the largest hot fudge sundae that had. We sat down and she made me eat the whole thing. She watched me finish it, and then to my shock, ordered another one. “Katie, I might get sick, I’m full now.” “Tough, you need to eat everything I put in front of your face. I’m going to make sure you are stuffed every waking minute, big boy!” I ate the second sundae getting bloated. My already substantial waist was an inch and a half bigger already.

On the way home we stopped at a McDonalds and Katie order a Big Mac, large fries, a chocolate shake and another sundae. We got home, she ordered; “Nat take off your pants, socks and shoes. I want you dressed from now on in just your briefs and t-shirts. Now sit down and eat this, please.” I ate it all, very slowly, but I did eat everything. She let me rest and digest for an hour and a half, then tossed a pair of sweat pants to me. “Nat, we’re going to that buffet by highway for supper, pull those on and let’s go.”

We got to the buffet and Katie led me through the lines, picking out only the most fattening entrées she could find. Of course I dutifully ate everything put in front of me, getting incredibly bloated. I staggered to the car, Katie drove us home. She fixed me milk and cookies “to top off” as she put it. I went to bed wearing just my tight, nylon briefs.

The next morning I woke up and swung my legs to the floor sitting on the edge of the bed, with my still bloated belly resting on my thighs. I was about to standup to go jog as usual, not even thinking of my new “situation”, when Katie reached out grabbing my briefs and pulling me down to the bed again. “Where do you think you’re going, Nat?” “Uh, I was going to go jog.” “No you’re not! No more exercise for you. Eating, and more eating, that’s what you are going to be doing from now on!” I got turned on and turned for fondle some of her belly fat. She patted my hand pushing it away. “Not yet honey, you’re not big enough for me, yet! You lie here, I’m fixing you breakfast in bed.” She got up, used the bathroom and went downstairs. She came back up thirty minutes later with a tray covered in rich breakfast treats and watched as I ate all of it, getting bloated. She patted my belly, “good job, now rest I’m going to go shopping for more goodies to fatten you up with.”

I got up after she left and took a shower. Lathering my bloated belly I got turned on again thinking how fat Katie was going to make me get. I pulled on a tight t-shirt and a pair of nylon briefs (Katie’s favorites) and a pair of flip flops and went downstairs. I got out a package of cookies and poured a glass of milk and started eating. I noticed, all my clothes were gone except t-shirts and briefs. The milk was whole milk, not the one percent we had been buying for years. I finished the whole package of cookies and two more glasses of milk. I sat on the couch rubbing my bulging belly, when Katie got back. I struggled up to help unload and she admonished me; “No Nat, you stay sitting on your adorable bottom, you are not getting any exercise, so just sit.”

I notice all the food she bought. I also spotted cans of weight gain mix from the supplement store, thinking; “Wow, she wasn’t kidding about making me really, really fat!”

“Nat it’s time for lunch, I’m ordering pizzas for us. I’m getting you a large, I want to eat the whole thing, too.” The pizza arrived twenty minutes later and she watched as I gorged myself on the large pizza, getting totally bloated again. She made me eat all the dessert pastries and then sent me literally waddling into the family room to lie on the couch. Around three o’clock she came in with a weight gain shake for me to drink, which of course I did, getting an affectionate pat on my growing belly.

Katie fixed spaghetti with a rich meat sauce, garlic bread and salad with my favorite bleu cheese dressing. I got gorged again, a huge cheese cake with sauces for dessert and then to bed. Katie woke be up at two thirty in the morning with another weight gain shake.

This became our routine. She stocked the house with bowls of candies and nuts in every room. She got a min-frig for the bedroom, on my side of the bed of course. We went out to the buffet at least three times a week and ordered take out nearly as often.
We were sitting watching tv, Katie had found a twenty five pound box of chocolate candies on sale and was plopping them in my mouth as I watched tv with her. I almost couldn’t get up from the couch, still she made me drink a weight gain shake at two thirty in the morning.

Six months after Katie’s revelation of her desire to fatten me up, I weighed over three hundred pounds. My waist had gone from an already overweight, clinically obese forty eight inches to sixty three inches. My fat butt also grew from forty four inches to fifty eight inches. I truly waddled I was so fat and I loved it! My belly swayed side to side as I waddled, my thighs rubbed together and my bottom cheeks bounce up and down. I belly sagged over the waist band of my elastic waist band sweat pants. I finally grew a nice belly apron.

We were in the grocery store, with two carts full and heading to the check out lanes. We spotted the same fat guy we had seen months before. He looked at me and smiled, patting his huge belly. I patted my belly and winked, he nodded his approval.