Chapter 1

When her husband Adam finally became too fat to ***, Alexis let him know their arrangement was going to change. They had been married 5 years, and she’d watched him balloon from fit and toned to a lazy, 400-pounder.

When they first got together, the deal was that she’d be the breadwinner and he’d do the housekeeping. She was a corporate lawyer, who made more than enough for two, and this way they’d get to spend more time together. And he was good at it for a while at least. Adam cooked, cleaned, took care of all the interior design at their condo. These were all things Alexis hated doing, so she was pleased, and he seemed to enjoy it too.

Pretty quickly, though, Adam began putting on weight and lots of it. In part this was because he had quit his job as a server at a busy restaurant, and didn’t have another exercise routine to fill in for that. Spending so much time in the kitchen cooking and trying new recipes didn’t help either. But the biggest reason was that he was turned on by eating and growing fatter, and he had just decided to let himself go.

Though Alexis didn’t share Adam’s fetish, she mostly didn’t mind. She wasn’t put off by bigger bodies, and she loved him and he seemed happy. She even indulged him on occasion just because she knew how hard it got him, hand-feeding him sweets as foreplay and the like. The problem for her was that as he got fatter, he became less able to satisfy her in bed.

When they were dating and just married, he could please her endlessly, and she got to be a real pillow princess. He had a pretty average-sized dick, and he knew exactly how to use it. She had never been multi-orgasmic before this relationship, but she would find herself cumming over and over as he would pound away at her, sometimes for hours.

But as he became fatter and more out of shape, he not only couldn’t perform as well, but also found his dick becoming buried under his belly and fatpad. Eventually he could only *** from behind, and he had to lift his belly up and set it on top of her ass in order to even enter her (which itself was difficult because his hard dick only stuck about 2 ½ inches out of his fatpad), and usually he would only last about 5 minutes before he fell on top of her, gasping for breath and cumming.

His housekeeping started to fall by the wayside, although he tried to keep up with it. Doing all the chores, grocery shopping, cleaning all become a lot harder when you get out of breath just walking to the fridge. Adam started having groceries delivered, and wasn’t doing as great a job with the cleaning. But he still spent lots of time in the kitchen cooking.

Multiple times she had warned him that if he got too fat to ***, she would have to have her needs met by someone else. When she told him this though, he told her he understood, but she could tell by the way he blushed that the thought of it turned him on.

On the day Adam finally failed to ***, she gave him a nice sloppy blowjob while he lay on his side. She didn’t notice when she was down there, digging around in his fatpad, her head almost buried by his belly, that he was eating a donut the whole time. When she was done (it didn’t take long), she came up to the pillows and gave him a kiss on the cheek. “Adam,” she said. “You’ve gotten too fat to fuck me, so I’m going to fuck other guys now, and you’re going to watch.”