chapter 1

I had worked out, jogged for years. But as the years went along I decided I could loosen up a bit. I had started to eat more; I now had ice cream with toppings instead of low fat yogurt for dessert; I ate peanut butter and jelly sandwiches on large pieces of "artisan" breads; I also started to drink whole milk and use butter instead of margarine. I, of course, started to put on weight. Not a whole lot, but I went from 195 to just over 215. I got a bit of a belly (38 inches to 40 inch waist) my ass got bigger and my thighs too seemed rounder. I still jogged every morning but more slowly.

I worked hard at keeping my subtle weight gain from my wife. She is a BBW and I did not want to trigger any kind of weight loss in her or her to be concerned with my weight. I always "sucked in" my modest belly and tried to time being in the bathroom in my underware when she wasn't there. Though she did notice I was eating more at meal times. One morning, while jogging I fell on the ice as it was winter. I had stepped into a pot hole I did not see and came down hard on the ice around the hole. I had broken my ankle pretty badly. I managed to hobble home, Sarah, my wife took me to the emergency room. They set my ankle, casted it, etc. I now would be off my feet for six to eight weeks.

Sarah was very sympathetic toward my new situation. She waited on me and was very indulgent of my appetite. I could not wear any pants because of the cast and was working from home because of COVID. Once the initial discomfort from the break passed, I really started to enjoy myself. I would get up take a shower with the water proof cast one. Dry off, shave and pull on a pair of my bikini brief under wear and a t-shirt and go into the kitchen. Sarah would fix me a big breakfast, anything I wanted and usually way too much of it too. So under her watchful eye I would stuff myself. Sarah would clean up and then go to work. I would go to our office area and start working myself. I would snack on some pastries or cookies, then fix myself at least a couple of peanut butter and jelly sandwiches, pound those down with a big glass of whole milk. I would work during the afternoon, with more snacking and then Sarah would come home and fix a big, heavy dinner of us.

This routine went on for weeks and of course, I gained weight. I was not really paying any attention to my weight during my convalescence ( to busy stuffing myself). Sarah, if she did notice, did not say a word about it either.

Finally the day came when the cast would come off. We went to the doctor's office and the cast was removed. They did a check up on me and I had to be weighed, I stepped on the scale and in banged up to well over 240. The nurse adjusted the weights and giggled, "Will you were at two hundred and fifteen pounds eight weeks ago, you are now at two hundred and fourty pounds!" I blushed, "I guess I will have to start jogging again." The nurse agreed and we left with instructions to take it easy starting to jog again.

We got in the car to leave and I said to Sarah, "Hey babe, sorry I made such a pig of myself these last few weeks! I will start running again tomorrow okay?" Sarah smiled at me, "Will honey, don't apologize to me, you have run and worked out for years to stay in shape, you deserved to enjoy yourself when you were hurt. Will, let me take you out to dinner tonight, now that you can walk again." "That would be wonderful, I have been in the house for weeks!"

We got home and I went upstairs to get dressed. What a shock, even my brief underwear barely fit! I found a shirt that at least covered my belly (now forty eight inches) but I could not get any pants over my ass! Sarah came in our bedroom, giggled, "Will, honey just wear the sweats, we can go to the buffet, they don't care what you wear there." "Thanks Honey, I did not realize how big I have gotten since I never got dressed with the cast on."

We go to the buffet and started to fill our trays. I was getting a salad and vegetables instead of my usual comfort foods. Sarah poked my butt, "Will, go ahead and enjoy yourself, you are going to start running again tomorrow." I agreed and filled my tray with plates of macaroni and cheese, meatloaf, pastas and rich sauces. I ate four plates , then three desserts, not to mention beers. I sat back in my chair rubbing my engorged belly (now forty eight inches). Sarah giggled, "Shall I drive home Will, honey?" "Burp, please honey I'm afraid I made a pig of myself." "Oh Will you did not, you just had a nice, big meal, don't be so hard on yourself!" Sarah mocked scolding me.

We got home and got ready for bed. I stood in front of mirror sticking out my now huge belly, I really could pass for being pregnant, my gut was bulging out so far, I could not stop running my hands over my huge orb!

The next morning I got up late (ate too much last night!), Sarah had an early meeting. I used the bathroom and started getting my running stuff on. I pulled on my running brief, now obscenely too tight. The running shorts were wicked tight too. My shirt did not cover my belly, I felt like a sausage squeezed into a case, but oddly I was a little turned on by my predicament.

I started my old exercise routine, but what a surprise, with my new belly I could only do ten sit ups! I barely did five push- ups and I was totally winded even from that pathetic effort. I stretched, my ankle was a little tight, and I had a hard time touching (trying) my toes. I went outside and started to run.

What a disaster! I had gone two blocks, but I was sweating up a storm! My belly and fat ass were bouncing up and down with every step. My fat thighs were rubbing together, causing my tight short to bunch up, digging into my thighs. I stopped, panting, I caught my breath. I started to waddle (shorts were digging in) back to the house, feeling disgusted, sorry for myself and turned on!

Sarah had left everything for me to make myself breakfast and she left of ton of food. I think she knew what was going to happen. I just started to eat and eat and eat. For two hours I gorged myself on anything I could get in my mouth! It felt fantastic!

I staggered into the family room and eased my engorged body onto the couch and passed out. I finally woke up from my stupor around one o'clock. I struggled to sit up feeling my belly being cut into by the running shorts. I managed to stand up and pulled them off, my engorged belly bulged over the waist band of the running brief. I staggered/waddled into the kitchen and cleaned up my mess. I started to get hungry again, but not wanting to mess up the kitchen fixing myself mac and cheese or some other comfort food, I had a brilliant idea, order pizza!

I called and ordered a large peperoni with extra cheese, cinnamon sticks with frosting and a liter of root beer. I struggled to pull back on the obscenely tight shorts to answer the door with some modesty. The driver a cute plump young woman giggled when I opened the door, I paid her with a generous tip, she giggled, "Enjoy sir!"

Waddled to the dining room table and plopped down my gorge, gleefully I laid into the pizza, devouring eight, rich cheesy, greasy slices in a half hour all the while swilling down the liter of root beer. The cinnamon sticks and the frosting topped off my engorged stomach. I slouched back in the chair, my engorged belly sticking up against the table. I patted my belly, it was firm and round. I struggled to my feet half staggered half waddled to the bathroom to check out how big my belly was in the mirror. It was awesome! I could not believe how far my belly bulged out in front of me. Looking down it looked like it sticking out over a foot in front of me! I wrapped my arms around by belly and hefted it. It barely budged I was so stuffed. The feeling of being so full was almost overwhelming! I could not believe how aroused I felt, being so stuffed staring at and caressing my bloated abdomen.

I finally regained (pun intended) some rational thought and cleaned the wrappers, etc. off the table. I did not feel like working. I was so full/stuffed that sitting was uncomfortable and I was even a little short of breath! I waddled into the family room, thinking, "I really should take a shower and get cleaned up but I want to lie down for a few minutes before going up to the bedroom." I sat down gingerly and tried to swing my legs up onto the couch, but it was too much for my straining running shorts, my fat butt and thighs tore right out of them. I just lay down and of course fell asleep again.

Around five o'clock Sarah got home. "Will I'm home!" I woke up and struggled to sit up, I did, given I had digested the gorge. "I'm in here honey!" I called. Sarah came in and immediately saw my still bloated belly. "Oh my God, Will what have you been doing?" "I'm sorry honey, I tried running this morning and barely got two blocks, I was so winded carrying all these extra pounds. I got really upset and I turned to eating to calm down, I guess I got carried away." "Oh Honey, I'm sorry, I took too good a care of you while you were hurt and you put on to much weight."

"Sarah, don't apologize, babe. I was starting to eat more even before I fell. I was so tried of having to watch my weight, I just wanted to enjoy myself. It is totally my fault, I could have stopped indulging myself anytime." Sarah sat down next to me. "So what do you want to do, lose weight?" Sarah thought, "God I hope not! He will be miserable trying to diet off all this weight, he really looks pretty good with a nice big belly too!" I answered, "Sarah, this is going to sound really, really weird, but I really don't want to lose weight." "Really, Will?" Blurted Sarah. "To tell you the truth, honey, I have always had a little fantasy about getting a really big fat belly.

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