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.’