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 😁