Chapter 1 - Showing Off

Showing Off



The yearly banquet at Robert Avey’s lake house had long been known as the ‘can’t miss’ event of the year. At least, that’s what employees of firm Avey, Neuman, and Lowell had come to surmise. Just being invited to Robert Avey’s lake house was itself a status symbol. Few were lucky to ever get an invite. But for those lucky yearly guests, Robert Avey’s party had become something else entirely. For these men of industry, simply coming together to toast their accomplishments of the firm became boring, dull even. What the event needed, the men quickly surmised, was competition. And compete, did they ever.

The competition didn’t take place at the lake house nor was there any prize to win. The men of the company competed against simply for the pleasure of besting each other. There was no greater trophy than the look of envy and defeat amongst the other participants. At the end of the party the winner would walk away accomplished and determined to keep their title while the others went home plotting their revenge.

The competition was a straightforward one: have the fattest wife. There were just a couple of rules for the contest. You must have been married for at least a year and to be eligible your wife has to be fatter than she was the previous year. No one could simply show up with a fat woman and call them their wife to collect their prize. This competition took commitment and discipline. Where a lesser man would simply marry an already fat women and keep her slightly well-fed, the true competitors knew differently. The true champions were the ones who took their traditionally beautiful, skinny wives and fattened them up beyond recognition.

George Goodwin knew this all too well. As he stood by his wife Katarina, he couldn’t help but feel proud at the thought of all his hard work. He smirked proudly to himself as Kat continued mindlessly munching away at the hors d’oeuvres stacked on her plate. He had trained her so well.

Clad in a bikini swimsuit that left little to the imagination, Kat was happily stuffing her face full of gruyere and crab palmiers and crispy sriracha spring rolls. Her body had become a testament to indulgence and gluttony, all with George’s enabling and encouragement. Once upon a time, Kat had been a waifish 115 pound glamour magazine model. After 15 years of marriage and countless calories she was now a flabby, big-bellied blob of a woman. Weighing just a tad under 400 pounds, the 380 pound Eastern European woman was soft all over. The brunt of her weight had accumulated in her stomach which currently sagged heavy and low over the waist of her swim bottoms. Thick creases lined either side of her fat apron suggesting that Kat would soon have a double belly. Her upper arms were dimpled with cellulite and were weighed down heavy, hanging flab. Her tits remained relatively modest over the course of her weight gain, the D cups were dwarfed by the heavy paunch that swayed out in front of her. Katarina had blossomed into a lush, plump apple.

And it was all due to George’s influence. While Kat naturally had a large appetite, the formerly-svelte kept in weight in check during her modeling days. That all changed when she married George. George exploited Kat’s natural appetite for his own selfish desire. As he advanced in his career at Avey, Neuman, and Lowell, George made sure to reinvest his new earnings into growing Katarina fatter and fatter. George hired a private chef to prepare all of Kat’s meals and gave the chef strict instructions to make them as rich and fattening as possible. To further enable her gluttonous appetite, George had added appetite stimulants and other supplements to dietary regimen. That drove her weight gain into overdrive. While Kat had grown quite fat, she still wasn’t quite large enough yet to the contend for the title. But perhaps after a few more years of steady growth, she could be a contender. At first, George had deluded himself into believing he was fattening his wife up solely to win the yearly competition. But as time passed and Kat grew larger and larger, he soon realized that he was fattening her up for his own pleasure.

“You want some more food, honey?” George offered Kat as he spied Kat’s increasingly diminishing plate. “I can run and get you some more.”

Kat released a thunderous belch in response. “Excuse me,” she apologized and placed a hand on her soft chest.

“You good?” George chuckled. “You need a tummy rub?” he offered and placed a hand on her massive belly, his fingers sinking into her plush flesh.

“No, I am fine,” the morbidly obese Eastern European replied. “I should save room for the buffet later on. I saw them setting it up when we came in and I am pretty sure they have king crab legs. They looked delectable.” Kat smiled greedily and her began salivating at the thought. George smiled proudly.

“You can definitely eat as much as you’d like, my love,” George said and wrapped an arm around her round, fleshy waist and gave her kiss on the cheek.

Katarina smiled as she embraced her husband. She felt quite lucky to have a husband who adored and spoiled her like George did. While most of her old model friends back in Prague were terrified of how their husbands would react to them gaining a few pounds, Katarina was lucky enough to have a husband who catered to her every whim without a care about how large she grew. Besides, her old friends looked so thin and miserable when she saw pictures of them on social media. Katarina could teach them a few things about letting go a little and having fun.

As she released George from their embrace, Katarina’s chubby cheeks lit up as she spied an old friend. “Look! Alice and Michael are here!” Kat cried excitedly and waved towards the other couple, sending her fleshy arm flab violently jiggling.

The young came striding up to George and Katarina, the chubby women squealing in delight and happily hugging each other as they greeted each. George and Michael greeted each other with a handshake and exchanged knowing glances as they inspected each other’s partner. As Michael and Katarina greeted each other, George politely said hello to Alice.

“Alice, you look absolutely fabulous,” George said as he looked over the portly redhead.

“Thanks, I guess,” Alice huffed before she took a long gulp from her wine glass. “It’s so damn hot out here,” she complained as she attempted fanning herself, sending the fatty tissue of her soft upper arms quivering. Alice’s sundress hugged her creamy, rounded thighs and her wide, juicy rear. George smirked at the irritated Alice, who was clearly uncomfortable with her rounding physique and not just the heat. He guessed that that Alice couldn’t have weighed much more than 210 pounds. Katarina was nearly twice Alice’s size.

“I’m sure if Kat is anything like me, she’s thrilled that you two are here,” George said to Alice and Michael. “As much as we like to coming to these things, some of the other couples can be a little snooty, if you ask me.”

Michael chuckled and nudged Alice to play along. Alice gave a clearly fake smile. Her annoyance was palpable.

“Yeah, no disagreements there, good sir,” Michael said as he looked around at the assortment of waiters and other guests roaming around. “Dare I say this may be a little too WASPy for my tastes.”

“But at least the food is fantastic,” Kat said with a devilish grin. Alice rolled her eyes and attempted to pull the bottom of her sundress down that had begun to ride up her thick, squishy thighs.

“Well, in that case,” George said. “Honey, why don’t you and Alice go and have some more hors d’oeuvres. Michael and I probably need to make an appearance with some of the bosses anyways. Plus, that’ll get you closer to the buffet line, anyway.”

“Sounds wonderful to me,” Kat said as she cleaned her plate and took the last bite of her spring rolls. She licked her fingers clean and together with Alice waddled off to the food station, both of their flabby frames jiggling with each step.

“Alice is looking pretty good,” George complimented as he observed her walking away with his wife. “Remember her look of abject terror the first year you brought her here?” he said with a half-smile.

“Making a shit load of money and buying her whatever she wants changed her attitude, funny enough,” Michael replied. “Figure she’s put on probably 100 pounds since then. Her ass is looking pretty fat now, wouldn’t you say?”

“Normally I would,” George said nodding. “Unfortunately for us, she’s damn near anorexic compared to the other wives here.” He gestured around to the other female guests, all varying degrees of fat to morbidly obese.

“Katarina look likes she’s really plumped up since last year,” Michael said to George as their wives lumbered out of earshot. George had a wry smile as he took a swig of his beer. He was glad his hard work was noticeable to others. “You think that that you have a shot this year?” Michael continued.

George shook his head. “No, unfortunately,” he sighed. “I think Kat’s still a few years away from competing for the top spot. She’s making good progress, but I think she’s slowing down.”

“You really think so?” Michael asked and raised an eyebrow towards George. George shrugged his shoulders.

“That’s a shame,” Michael said as he took a sip from his cocktail. “You ought to ask Don how he got Roxanne so big. She’ll be zipping around in a motor scooter,” he said chuckling.

George rolled his eyes. “As if Don would ever help give someone else an advantage. I don’t know how the hell he does it, but every damn year Roxanne shows up fatter and fatter and I don’t know how the hell he does it. Seriously, look over by the pool. You can’t miss her.”

George and Michael turned their attention over across the way and spied a middle-aged blonde sitting poolside. A plate of hors d’oeuvres to one side of her and a glass of champagne to the other. Both George and Michael were able to spy just how fat the lady was, her leopard-print bikini left little to the imagination. Rolls of back fat were spilling over the string of her bikini top. Her bottoms were being swallowed by her globular, fleshy ass cheeks. As she lazily kicked her feet in the pool, ripples of fat jiggled across her massive thighs. Even from behind, the two could spy her belly rolls lazily flopping over the sides of her bikini bottoms. George and Michael just shook their heads.

“Son of bitch just keeps getting her bigger and bigger,” George said, dejected. “I don’t know what the hell we’re supposed to do.”

Michael just shrugged. “Keep feeding them, I guess.”

George sighed. “Yeah, that’s a start.”

Just then, another women caught the pair’s attention. The red-headed woman, dressed in a purple swimsuit was currently wedged into her pool chair, her gargantuan, pale flesh spilling out over the sides of either side. Two workers had a hold of both of her arms and were desperately attempting to the lift the massive woman as she tried to heave herself out of her chair. Finally, after a superhuman effort, the woman rose out of her seat and revealed her massive frame to George and Michael.

As she waddled away from her chair, presumably to the buffet, her gargantuan ass was on full display. Each cheek was the size of a small exercise ball and wobbled violently with each thunderous step she took. The pale, milky-white pillar thighs underneath slapped together all the way down to her knobby knees. Her wide, dimpled belly was sectioned into two halves. Her swimsuit valiantly tried to contain her heavy, drooping belly paunch, that sagged down and slapped against her jello-like thighs. The sight of her, even amongst the other fattened wives was impressive. George estimated she had to weigh over 600 pounds.

As they were ogling the titanic spouse, a figure came up from behind George and Michael and greeted them. “Admiring the handiwork, eh fellas?”

The two turned around and came face to face with none other than Jonathan Lowell, one of the founders of the firm. He was a distinguished man; still quite handsome even as his hair began to gray, and his face had begun to wrinkle and age.

“Simply acknowledging when a man has been bested,” George replied reluctantly and stuck out his hand. There would be no topping Mrs. Lowell this year. There simply was no way.

Jonathan took George’s hand and gave him a firm, respectful shake. “Takes a big man to admit defeat,” he thanked. “Although you should be proud of your hard work yourself, George. I saw Katarina early and she is certainly looking quite plump. Put in some more hard work and she just might be challenging Kathy sometime soon.”

“Thank you, sir,” George said.

“You, however,” Jonathan said as he turned his attention towards Michael, “are going to need to put in a lot more work if you’re going to be serious about our little competition here.” He gave a stern look at Michael.

“Yes, sir. I am trying, you know?” Michael sighed and looked shamefully down at the ground.

“Let me ask you something,” Jonathan said as he stroked his chin, as though he were searching for the right words. “Do you love making your wife fat?”

George and Michael exchanged glances with one another, surprised at Jonathan’s candidness. It was quite the bold statement.

“I, um,” Michael said uneasily, “I’m honestly not sure.” Jonathan just stared at him as an awkward silence grew between the two of them, the tension rising.

After a moment, Jonathan shook his head and sighed. “That,” he said, “is why you’ll never win this competition. To win this competition, to win anything really, you have to love the process. You have to love the work. George, how do you feel about your wife’s weight gain?”

George thought back at when he first started plumping Katarina up. Admittedly, both he and Kat were disgusted by her fattening physique. But soon, the both of them became indifferent to her weight gain. And eventually, as Katarina grew rounder and softer, they eventually came to realize that they loved George making Katarina fatter and fatter. The competition was merely a pretense now.

“I love it, sir,” George said confidently.

“Exactly,” Jonathan smiled and looked back towards Michael. “And I fucking love making Kathy fatter and fatter. I don’t love winning this stupid competition. I love the work. I love stuffing her to the gills any chance I get and massaging every fold and every crease of her plush body. And I don’t do it just to win some dumb competition. I do it because I want her to be the best. You understand what I’m saying?”

George chuckled to himself while Michael gave a beleaguered smile.

“I understand sir,” said Michael.

“Good,” Jonathan said as he began to make his way towards the dinner buffet. “Now if you will both excuse me, I need to help my lovely wife with her dinner. Something tells me that she’ll be wanting seconds and the last thing I want her to do is waste precious seconds waiting in line when she could be stuffing her face.”