Measuring

Last night I phoned her at about 9pm and asked her what she was doing. I wasn’t too surprised to hear that she was just sitting down to have her oven pizzas. She tried dieting a while ago but after succumbing to a few dozen takeaways her hunger has driven her back to multiple pizzas. I asked her if she had room for a McFlurry afterwards and she was so hungry she asked for some mozzarella dippers and a large chocolate shake too. I brought all three round about 10 and found her vegging on the sofa with her big belly out. The stretch marks are redder and tighter than ever and it was spherically bloated.

She had several empty Pepsi cans on the table next to her and wrappers and yogurt pots but she immediately found room for the dippers and put them all away without a moments thought. She sipped the milkshake then scoffed the crunchie McFlurry. When it was done she had another sip of milkshake, scrunched her face in pain and leaned back, gasping for air.

‘What’s wrong baby?’

‘Belly ache.’ She replied, staring at the TV. She cupped her hands under her huge belly and shifted to get comfortable, belching and moaning. ‘Look at it, it’s gotten huge!’

She does this to get my attention. She hates being fat but it makes her feel better knowing that it drives me crazy. She could see I had a chub on through my jeans and she reached over and rubbed it. I told her every bite she eats makes me love her more, and that she’s only gotten sexier as she’s gained weight. I reminded her that fat is sexy and it’s not just me who thinks so. She hasn’t wanted to read this (probably for the best) or see the comments on her photo thread but I’ve reminded her constantly that she’s had nothing but positive comments and that her body is perfect, curvy and hotter and hotter as she’s piling on the inches. It reassured her a little but until she takes the plunge and sees how beautiful men find fat women she will still struggle with her self esteem.

She wound me up with a hand job while I played with her swollen body, but didn’t finish me off. She said we weren’t having sex because she was just too full. She drank her milkshake and more Pepsi then we headed up to bed about midnight. I got her on the scales, she was still at 17 stone 6, which certainly didn’t disappoint but after everything she’s been eating I’m surprised she hasn’t gained more. After some cajoling I got her to agree to letting me measure her waist. It’s been about 3 years since I last got to measure her around the waist, and she didn’t want to know the number then.

‘Oh god, I just hope it’s still around 42 inches.’ That’s what she remembers being, only seeming to forget she’s gone up 5 dress sizes. In actual fact she was 47” around at the widest point last time I measured her. I had to get down on my knees and wrapped the tape around her pregnant looking stomach. When she stands it’s amazing, her ass forms a shelf and there’s a crease above it. Her belly hangs low and heavy and dimples in the middle where the skin hasn’t managed to stretch fast enough for her weight gain. I gasped.... 53 inches. I had no idea she was so huge. She was making a point of not looking. ‘Still 42?’ She asked.

‘There may be a couple of additional inches.’ I said, a huge grin on my face. She groaned then we headed up to bed.

She wanted rennies for her indigestion but we had forget them in this weeks shopping, so she laid th r propped up with a pillow so she couldn’t roll onto her stomach again in the night. I reached over and rubbed her stomach.

‘The bigger you get, the more I want you.’ I whispered as I turned out the light and dug my rock hard dick into her soft ass.

‘No!’ She said firmly. ‘I’m too full, you chose to feed me, you live with  because h and consequences.’

‘Worth every sleepless night babe.’

2 for 1

Yesterday, after already pigging her way through the day snacking on crisps, yogurts and chocolate, having two oven pizzas at lunch, and powering through a 6 pack of Pepsi, she decided last night that she couldn’t be bothered with cooking the kievs we had in the fridge and instead she fancied dominos as it was 2 for 1 night. It was less than a week since she last helped herself to a gluttonous feast from dominos and only 2 nights since she forced down a 1,600 calorie dinner at chiquitos,  and here she was wanting a massive pizza for herself. Who am I to argue?

She was really hungry when it turned up, she was exhausted and lounging on the sofa when I got the door for the delivery. I estimate she’d had 2000-2500 calories but with literally all of it being junk food she had no energy left. She had ordered a stuffed crust pepperoni pizza and a cinnamon dipper dessert, these on their own come to a whopping 2,976 calories but she topped them off with more Pepsi, ice cream and ice lollies.

When she finished the pizza, before me with a thin crust one I might add, I had to double take... she hadn’t left a slice! Normally she gives up and leaves a couple of pieces, sometimes half a pizza if she’s had a filling day, but she cleared the lot. She was still fully clothed at this point in her tank top and black leggings and I could see how the leggings were digging in and forming a double belly. She was still chewing the pizza when she leaned over the cinnamon dipper bread and started to tuck in. She polished off the lot including the entire tub of icing dip, then she sort of stopped and it hit her just how full she was.

I’d finished eating at this point and she moaned and asked me to get her more Pepsi and an ice lolly. She carefully leaned back and I helped her uncover her now massive, bloated stomach. She’s heavier than she’s ever been before and it shows. Her skin was stretched, red stretch marks all over and one dark, deep one down the middle by her belly button. She could pass for pregnant. I rubbed it gently and it was packed solid and rock hard. I asked if she could handle some ice cream, there was a half tub of cookie dough left and she just moaned.

‘That’s not a no’ I told her and went to get it. She just moaned louder.

I put the open tub in one of her hands and the spoon in another and didn’t even have to say anything, she just looked at me, cross but defeated, and started to eat.

She finished the tub and almost dropped it and the spoon on the coffee table in exhaustion. As she leaned forward she placed just enough pressure on her gut to slightly puke in her mouth and she coughed and flopped straight back, clutching her stomach with both hands.

‘I hope you’re happy’ she finally said when she had composed herself.

I was. Very!

We watched some tv and then played video games, she remained fused to the sofa until bedtime. Surprisingly she got up on her own and waddled up to bed. She bypassed her bath, saying she was just too tired, and climbed into bed with me naked. Her belly was gigantic and she honestly looked like she was carrying. I immediately started to fondle and play with it and she told me no, no sex, leave it alone, it’s too full.

I was hard all night.

Around 1am she randomly puked in her mouth, she was just that full still that somehow she had rolled onto her huge belly and squashed it. She sat up, coughing, drank from the can of Pepsi she had by the bed and went back to sleep.

This morning I got me some, the belly was still enormous and bloated only now she could breathe without gasping for air.

It’s continued today, she’s been eating more pizza 😂

She’s not weighed in for a while now but she has been a total pig! She’s demanded so much junk food from the shop, I’m back and forth every day with carrier bags full of chocolate, popcorn, ice cream and cheesecakes. She’s been ordering pizzas, Indian meals, kebabs and I’ve picked up McDonald’s breakfast for her 3 times a week for the past few weeks. She’s had terrible indigestion, every day I come home and find her laying on the sofa in pain with her belly hanging out of her jeggings. A pile of empty plates, pots and  wrappers giving away the quantities of food in her belly.

She told me recently that she can’t stop herself from pigging out. Her belly aches with hunger all day and she has to cram in food until she’s uncomfortable just to feel better. She eats extra to make me happy and keeps getting her belly out in front of me to get my attention. She flops it out, tells me how much she ate and how she feels breathless or sick, I don’t have any reason to doubt her, I’m buying it and she’s putting it away along with litres of Pepsi and packets of anti acids.

Her stomach has never looked so big or round and she’s finding it hard to fit it into anything less than a size 22 now. I’d love to measure it but she won’t let me. Last time I got a tape measure around her it was 47” and she’s gained a good 2 stone since then. Maybe 3. After a big meal she can’t walk withoutt arching her back like a pregnant woman. She gets breathless on stairs and can’t walk more than a few feet without getting sweaty and wanting to sit down.

A few days ago I came home midday on a Saturday, she had put away two oven pizzas, some corner yogurts and some chocolate. I messaged her stomach as she sat at the table and she told me it was as full as she could get it. Then I called out to the kids that we were all going for ice cream. Her eyes widened with shock then anger. I took all of us to the ice cream parlour and she couldn’t resist ordering a waffle. She ate almost all of it, leaving one quarter and almost throwing up at the table. She insisted she was too full and I had to help her out of the booth and back to the car. I asked them to box up the remaining quarter. When we got home she sat at the table and her waistband was giving her swollen middle a double belly. I gently lowered her jeggings and placed the leftovers in front of her and a fork in her hand. She said no. I held her fat belly in one hand and whispered in her ear ‘I want a FAT wife’. She groaned, forced in the last few mouthfuls then leaned back while I rubbed her bloated stomach.

Heavier than ever

For a few weeks now she’s been eating like an absolute pig! Yesterday was amazing, she started her day healthy enough having a protein shake and a coffee but once I went to work she helped herself to everything in the house. Biscuits, yogurts, crisps, apple turnovers, ice lollies and other treats. From the sound of it she ate her daily calories right there and then, I came home at lunch time to find her stomach a solid ball of food, she was washing down Rennies with Pepsi with her belly flopped out of her size 20 jeggings.

It’s worth mentioning that I took her clothes shopping too at the weekend and in her fabulous size shop she’s now only able to fit properly into size 22. A while ago 18 and 20 were fine, now she’s clearly wider and rounder.

For lunch I took us to Greggs, she had a baguette and an apple danish. I looked it up and that was a thousand calories on its own, and she washed that down with even more Pepsi. We got home and she complained about her stomach aching again and smacked on a couple of chocolate biscuits.

Later she cooked up some pork chops and mash and then we went to the cinema where she had a large Pepsi and a bag of gourmet popcorn herself and half the large sweet popcorn we brought to share. She was hungry when we left so we got some oven pizzas from Tesco on the way home and she ate two on the sofa at about 10pm. They weren’t very big but she was already so full. She flopped her belly out again and complained that it’s bigger.

I told her no, it’s the same and she hasn’t gained weight but I couldn’t help but grab and squeeze it. It’s so huge now, it gave me a monster hard on. I convinced her to go on the scales and read them for her.

17 stone 5 pounds.

I almost shat with excitement, I never thought she would get so big but here she is, seriously obese now and still gaining weight. I never thought I’d get her to 18 stone before but the way things are going, who knows.

She flopped down in bed, panting from the struggle to get up the stairs, then whinged that she’s too fat and needs to stop eating. I said no, obviously, and told her she’s perfect the way she is and I wouldn’t ever want her losing weight. I think sometimes she would rather I was a normal boyfriend who pressured her to lose weight, but really I know she loves being able to binge and not worry about the consequences.... that’s my job 😁

She’s been on a diet

Unsurprisingly, all the weight gain recently sent her into a panic about her weight. To make matters worse she got invited to a wedding in September and started to panic that she has no dresses left that fit and she felt huge at the last wedding she went to, which was a good 20 pounds ago now.

So she decided she was going on a diet and there was nothing I could do about it. She changed her usual order of 12 litres of Pepsi for the week to Diet Pepsi and swore off ice cream and takeaways.

That lasted about 2 days. So she decided to stop having pizzas for lunch and as evening snacks. I’ve been drinking Huel for my breakfasts and lunches, which is a meal replacement drink, so she decided she was going to do the same. It only really helps you lose weight though if you aren’t having other things with it, so all the little snacks that she sneaks in around her shakes have just gone straight to her belly.

This week though she totally lost all resolve and we have spent almost £100 on takeaways. Multiple McDonald’s and dominos orderes, two kebab shop orders and that’s not counting the tubs of Ben and Jerry’s which are on offer (I stocked up and she’s having about 1 a day at the moment).

I last had her on the scales around a week ago at 17 stone 3 pounds, after stuffing in so much this week I would be astonished if she isn’t considerably heavier next time I get her bloated ass on them 😁

Easter thickening

A solid week of pigging has seen her weight creep up to 17 stone. She’s looking visibly thicker and wider too. I’ve got her stacks of Easter eggs and brought her a midnight McDonalds meal. I’m very, very happy with how she’s been eating.

Slowly getting more comfortable

The last week has seen large dominos pizzas, Indian takeaways, chocolate bars and cakes flowing into her belly daily. Angel delight made with double cream has been the highlight. Bottles of Pepsi, Malibu and WKD fill the recycling bin along side pizza boxes and ready meal sleeves.

She hasn’t gained yet, still 16st 13lbs but little by little she’s coming around to the idea that she can be fat and happy.

This morning she rolled over and groaned then complained she's too fat. She's put on a few pounds in the last few weeks but for some reason she's noticing it more now. I played with her rolls and reassured her that she's beautiful the way she is and lots of people think so. She let me have a shot of her empty belly, rumbling for food.

She's having a healthy chicken dinner tonight. Then I'm coming over with McDonald's late to keep her topped up.

Eating a little more for me

She's spending this entire weekend indoors. The most energy she has expended has been cooking and making cakes. I made her very buttery scrambled eggs this morning with buttery toast, and since then everything has had butter in it including eating butter icing straight from the bowl. She's had a belly ache all day and keeps reminding me she is only eating for me. She will be going on the scales again tonight and I can't wait to see what she has gained this past couple of weeks.

Here's a comparison photo of her from a few years ago to a few weeks ago.

There's a few dress sizes and a cup size difference there, not to mention an amazing bigger belly!

Her growing stomach...

Eating, eating and more eating. That's all we've had all week and it's really taking its toll on her. She's constantly bloated and aching and never seems to be too full for dessert. Shots from the aftermath of several takeaways this week, what do you think? Full enough? She seems to think there was no more room....

Midnight pudding

I was out last night, she made herself a whole tray of chicken enchiladas. Smothered in cheese and enough to fill both our bellies on a normal night, it’s her favourite meal and she stuffed down every last bite. She knew I’d be happy and sent me a photo of her bulging guy, along with the caption ‘it hurts’. She wasn’t kidding either, she was breathless and sweating. I headed back to hers around 9 and went to the McD’s drive through in my way, I phoned her and asked what she wanted. She would normally have a McFlurry no matter how full she is but as I listed off all the things I could get her she just kept saying No in an ever more desperate tone and insisted she was too full.

I got myself my order and headed home, expecting her to steal something from my bag but she didn’t. She was laid on the sofa looking ill, 8 cheesy enchiladas weighing down her heavy stomach. I rubbed it better, we watched some more Jessica Jones then we went upstairs.

It was late by this point, she was still drinking her Malibu but she hadn’t wanted anything else all night which was unlike her, I think she genuinely overdid it at dinner. I was tired and went to switch off the tv, but being a cliffhanger type of show she whined that she wanted another episode. I said no I’m tired but then she said ‘I’ll eat all the pudding downstairs.’

I’d made a big mixing bowl of angel delight up and left it in the fridge before I’d left earlier and it was sat in the fridge still waiting for her to have it. I was actually pretty tired so there was a little back and forth before the feeder in me got the better of both of us and I fetched her pudding. She sat up in bed and .... fuck just thinking about how fat she looked with her pregnant looking belly sticking out is getting me excited again.... she started to eat.

She was full and having regrets about 3 bites in but kept going and going, slowly watching tv so as to not focus on the growing pain in her abdomen. I leaned over and ran my hand over her swollen stomach, it felt solid and I could tell she was sore. More and more kept going down and I felt like I was watching a personal fetish video, she’s never been this gluttonous just to please me (or get her own way). She had never looked so big and round as she did last night and when I heard the spoon clash down into the bottom of the plastic bowl she moaned, lifted her tits and looked down.

‘Happy?!’ She asked.

I nodded and grinned like a creepy cartoon character.

Rum, Rennies, careful belches and gentle belly rubs sent her off to sleep around midnight. Jesus fucking Christ she’s getting huge!

Saturday

I took her out Saturday. First things first I got her a hot dog, she loves the ones on the market with the cheese. I got one too with onions and after that I got us both a bag of fresh donuts and some pepsi. I took us around the shops, treated her to a new outfit. She doesn't have many left that fit so every couple of weeks I treat her to something. She's fit into a couple of size 20's from a plus size shop, in any other she would be 22 maybe 24. Primark wouldn't even get anything over her ass anymore.

She does a twirl for me in the changing room, I note that her ass is getting a noticeable shelf. I'll be happy with it when I can rest my pint on it, but even so I'm getting aroused. I tell her it looks good and we get it and head home. We take the dog for a short walk and she builds up an appetite again. Good for her though I'm taking her to the cinema, she has a big popcorn. We sit down and she asks 'where's yours' as she tucks in. I know shes joking but I let her crack on. We have a large Pepsi between us, she has more than her fair share of that and at least half the popcorn.

I make her a stirfry in the evening, noodles and beef strips, she scoffs the whole plate and leans back in pain. Without asking I take her clean plate and replace it with a quarter of a cheesecake and a rum and coke. She doesn't even argue, she takes it gratefully.

When she's finished we lay there watching Jessica Jones and she tells me about her mum coming over the day before. She wasn't expecting her but as it was mother's day coming up she had a card and gift ready for her. She was embarrassed about the state of the house, she hadn't cleaned everything yet and worse still the recycle bin, which is just a shopping basket sat on the kitchen counter, was full of evidence of her junk food indulgence. Pizza boxes, Pepsi bottles, cheesecake boxes, she thanked god she couldn't see what was in the bin, all the snickers wrappers and yogurt pots. Her mum has told her off before for her weight gain. She didn't mind when she was 12 stone after having the kids, she understood that. But my influence took a serious toll on her body. Her belly poked out under her t-shirt and her jogging bottoms hung tightly to her lower back showing off her shelf bootay. She asked her if she was still using the treadmill and she obviously lied and said yes. She probably noticed all the junk food she'd been putting away and said nothing else but gave her a strange look.

On the way out her mum mentioned she was going to start Slimming World and that she should come with her. She said she needed to do something now before she put on 'any real weight.' Oh that made me laugh. She couldn't if she wanted to, nobody would be able to sit with the kids long enough.

I was relieved that she didn't agree to go, it always worries me that she might do something about her weight. But then she asks for her ice cream tub and I know she's in no danger of losing a single pound right now...

A day in her life

I wake her up around 6 for sex most mornings. She's usually dead tired but she knows she needs to get up and this is as good a way as any to be awoken. She will start to get hungry while we fuck. She never lets me finish unless I've been a very, very good boy, so when she's had enough she will force me out and ask for breakfast.

Some mornings I will fetch McD's, others I'll just bring her cereal and some I might cook something like a sausage and egg bagel or some scrambled eggs. Sometimes though her indulgence the night before means she isn't hungry at all and will just have a late breakfast.

I go off to work, she gets the kids to school. Alone all morning she might do some housework, but then she might just lay about snacking and playing xbox. She often has pizzas or pitta breads for lunch, mostly with a snack or treat for afterwards. If I've been there she will always find the cupboards full of snacks. At this time of year I hide creme eggs around the kitchen for her to find when she's trying to get things done. The most energetic thing she might do is feed the rabbits. The treadmill gathers dust and she will lean past it to get a glass for her rum and Pepsi or WKD. She will drink her daily recommended units before lunch time and have a nap on the sofa until she has to get the kids.

There's usually stress around this time, dealing with three screaming girls and trying to prepare dinner, she has mummy's liquid friend to help her through it. She will sit down and have dinner with the girls, usually something healthy, but by the time I'm home she wants a dessert. She will have a cheesecake or a pudding of some kind, maybe some chocolate too. We might do something together like play Destiny or we might go for a dog walk if she feels up to it, but most likely whatever we do will involve her ass stuck firmly to the sofa, growing bigger and bigger.

She always asks for something savory later in the evening. I usually put on a pair of oven pizzas for her. They are only small, that's the reasoning. One only leaves her wanting the other. Sometimes there wont be room for them, her little belly can only take so much after all, but most nights they will go in followed by some Ben and Jerry's. Cookie dough is her comfort food. She won't have a whole tub, she usually makes it last a day or two, but if I buy a few because they are on offer she will put away a whole one if she feels greedy enough.

We will go upstairs. I'll help her bathe, she can do it herself but why bother with all that exertion if I'm around to do the scrubbing, right? I'll get her out, dry her off then lay her down in bed. If she's been an especially good piggy I'll treat her to something my mouth can do for her for a change, and we will usually have sex if neither of us is too full.

As we get to sleep I'll reach over and hold her belly and remind her how beautiful she is and how much I love all the extra weight. Feeling it in my hand will make me hard again and I'll push it up against her to make sure she knows I mean it. If she isn't overfull she'll fall asleep happy, ready to start all over again.

Piggy

Two pizzas in front of her late at night again, she says bluntly; ‘I have to stop eating.’ She isn’t talking about the pizzas, she can’t finish them and has already given up trying, she means in general.

We had jacket potatoes earlier, she filled herself then and had a cheesecake for dessert but it was 9 now and she fancied something savory. A pair of oven pizzas it is, I thought, and put them on for her while she was using the toilet. She struggled her best to eat them but couldn’t manage the last half of the second pizza. She couldn’t even lean back without my help, she’s filled herself to her absolute limit. I help her lay back into the sofa, she moans and belches, winces in pain. All the rum and coke hasn’t helped. She admits to me she’s had almost the whole bottle of Malibu since opening it the night before. I had to go fetch more Pepsi from the shop just so she wouldn’t have to stop drinking.

We watch a movie, I rub her distended belly, she pants and belches as she slurps down more sugary booze.

At the end of the night I help her off the sofa and place the scale down. She looks so thick and heavy, I want to know if she’s gained. She takes some coercing to stand on the scale and I read it for her so she doesn’t have to see the numbers. ‘You’ve lost two pounds’ I tell her. ‘I don’t see how...’ she says with a slight wobble in her voice.

I put the scales back. She hasn’t lost, she’s gained another pound since her last weigh in. 16 stone 13 pounds. My dick twitches as I look at her standing there in her pj’s, clutching her right hand on her stomach as though she were pregnant and her phone and a glass of rum and coke in the other.

After her bath I help her into the bed. She starts to mope. I ask what the matter is, I know what it is, but she won’t say. She’s upset because of how fat she is. She’s never been so fat, it probably feels alien to her, but trying to stop her eating so badly is just going to cause us both to rebound, we have tried before. She feels awful, her stomach aching badly. We start to get to sleep when she wakes up in the dark, almost sick in her mouth and has to have a big swig of Pepsi and a couple of Rennies.

We get back to sleep. I wake up hard, my hand over her huge, soft stomach. It’s still bloated. I wake her for sex, it’s only 6am. Her belly growls while we fuck. After a while I’m close to orgasm but she stops me. She wants me to go and get her some breakfast before I lose my motivation. I fetch her a bagel and a tray of pancakes from McDonald’s. I have a breakfast wrap with her, she puts away her bagel and moves onto her pancakes. Smothered in syrup and butter. ‘Where are yours?’ She asks me as I eat my fruit bag. ‘I’ll have it in a minute.’ I tell her.

When she’s finished she flops back in bed and holds her stomach, gulping to avoid being sick. She realizes I don’t have any pancakes myself and wraps herself in the covers in a huff, going back to sleep to rest off the high calorie meal she’s stuffed into her bulging belly.

‘I love you baby.’ I say, holding her fat stomach from behind and rubbing it where it’s tight.

She sobs. The sadness doesn’t stop her eating more two more pizzas and a pack of snickers bars for lunch though. My gorgeous piggy keeps growing and growing....

4 years of feeding her

10pm and she just put two pizzas in the oven. She’s so overweight now it’s almost as though she’s giving up resisting me. It’s not like she should be hungry, she had dinner with the kids only a few hours ago, a nice healthy chicken and potatoes. Of course she followed it up with cookie dough ice cream. It was after the ice cream and a large bottle of WKD that she leaned on her side on the sofa, belly out, begging me to let her diet.

Of course, I said no.

I didn’t force a single bite on her, but I brought every single morsel to her. She fancied a snickers, of course I got her 8 at the shop, along with cookies and cakes for her to snack on during the day when the kids are at school. She put away a creme egg too. That was why she felt so sick, all that rich food pressing against the walls of her overfed belly.

I’d love to weigh her, but she can barely get up, I don’t want to upset her even more. She has a large, dark red stretch mark in the middle of her belly and it’s sore, she rubs it while she stares at the TV with a look of discomfort on her face. I reckon she’s put on a pound or two since her last weigh in. It was the most she’s ever weighed, even more than during her 3 pregnancies, she last got on the scales at 16 stone 12 pounds. She’s only 5 foot 5 inches, with very little muscle, she’s got a round pot belly and huge breasts which fill a 42E bra snugly. Her belly mesmerizes me, she’s so full and has kept herself full for days on end, every last inch of it is painfully bloated, from her overworked stomach down to her large intestine, every inch of her digestive tract is bursting with junk food. All the pizzas and pitta breads she eats give her constipation, I don’t know for sure but I think she only empties her aforementioned colon once every couple of days.

She’s breathless from her trip to the kitchen. I’d have put the pizzas on if she’d asked but she wanted to make sure the washer and dryer were on the go, so she did it while she was up. She also got herself a Malibu and coke while she was up. Well, Pepsi. She never drinks water, never has done since she was a teenager. She must go through 2-3 liters daily. Her drinking is getting bad now, I love it, another addiction that’s helping to add to her expanding waistline.

She was only a skinny girl when we met. Only 12 stone after her 3rd baby. 4 years later she's a sight to behold. It’s taken a while to get her this size, she reached 16st 10lbs last summer just before we moved, but the stress and wasted calories of the move saw her shrink down to 15st 13lbs. I soon set about fixing that problem though, I got her hooked on one thing then another, then another. Her latest addiction is the creams ice cream parlor in town, I take her there so often she’s starting to get sick of their cookie dough. It’s ok though, there’s plenty more of the menu for her to get her chubby cheeks around.

I’ve had her cry in pain from her overindulgence, I’ve had her pass out and I’ve had her projectile vomit because of how much food was inside her, but still we have these nights like tonight where her second dinner is cooking. She holds her belly in her hands and looks sad. It’s bigger than when she was pregnant. She looks like she’s carrying and she eats like she’s baking more than one bun in the oven. 

Speaking of the oven, it beeps. I fetch in her pizzas and put them in front of her on a tray table. She tucks in greedily, her stretched stomach now ready for its next filling meal. She leans back from her clean plate and groans. She complains she can feel her heart thudding in her chest. It’s just the indeigestion I tell her, giving her a pack of Rennies. She pops two of them in her mouth and lays there while I rub her bare belly, making sure I lift her heavy boobs up off of it to better stroke where her taught stomach is bulging through her stretched skin.

She smiles at me, holding back vomit. ‘I only do this for you, you know.’ She says.

That was probably true to start with. Not anymore. Now she was doing it without my constant encouragement. Sure, she would probably be a lot thinner if I wasn’t there feeding her.... but some of this belly I was eagerly rubbing was her fault now.

I told her I love her, reminded her I love her belly and reassure her that shes not gained any weight. She doesn’t believe me, only a week ago I took her clothes shopping and she found herself only fitting into 20/22 from a plus size shop.

Tomorrow we will do this all again. And she will be just a little bit fuller and just a little bit fatter.