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.