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 😂