Chapter 1

********** Explanation **********
As most of you know, I have been creating a fat universe where my characters from different stories interact with each other. The central character of Dr Wu will be explained within this story. I hope you enjoy this story and my others. G

Bob Little should have been the happiest man on earth as he'd just come off a two month all expense paid honeymoon with his lovely and rich wife Vivian Wu, but he wasn't a least not at the present time. No, right now he was feeling quite ashamed, as he grabbed a rather noticeable roll of belly fat surrounding his once trim waist.

"What the fuck Happened?", he questioned himself while prodding at his new found softness. "Holy shit", he commented out loud as he realized that he'd obviously enjoyed there honeymoon just a little too much.

Bob's scale likewise confirmed his notions showing a new high weight for Bob if 250 pounds, almost 25 pounds heavier than on their wedding day.

"Oh my God! I better get a hold of myself, watch what I eat, and get to the gym. I know that Vivian says she doesn't care what I eat or if I ever work out, but this is too much", he said flicking a finger at his exposed and soft belly, only to have it slightly jiggle for a second in return.

"This is way to much", said Bob looking at his fuller face in the mirror. Bob was glad he didn't look "too fat", but decided right then and there he would put an end to this. As he figured, two months of overindulgence could be counteracted with a couple of months of watching his diet and regularly exercising. That much was true.... or would have been true had not his blushing bride been giving him massive amounts of T blockers and feminine hormones since they donned their rings.

Vivian still prepared her chubby hubby big meals, but Bob, usually turned down seconds and almost never took dessert. Vivian knew her husband's proclivities and watched him with a hint of sorrow as he worked out as hard as one could with lowered testosterone and tried to maintain a strict diet. He looked to her and even to his friends, absolutely miserable. And to make matters ever worse, in those two months following, Bob only managed to shed five pounds, and somehow her looked even flabbier and less defined then when he stepped off of the cruise liner.