>>PART ONE<<
by Rebel
This is just a little story that I hope is realistic, even though there is no
true
story behind it. It may or may not have any similarities to your or your
mate, but I left the descriptions of the two main characters blank just so
you
might imagine yourselves in the story. I don't know if that's a good idea or
not, especially since they eat pork and drink alcohol, and are married with
kids, and they... Well, just try it!
He usually didn't have time to pick up her dry-cleaning. If he hadn't done it
this time, it's likely that nothing would have ever changed. So when he
looked back on it, he decided that it had been a good thing that they didn't
have the money to travel during his vacation. Because that was when it all
started...
He was checking the laundry marks on her skirts when he noticed the
number fourteen on one of them, in fact all of them. Almost eight years ago,
he was certain that he remembered his bride fitting comfortably into a size
ten. She was a shapely woman, a statuesque beauty, very feminine in her
curves. But he had always just accepted that those curves were still a size
ten. He was still the same size after all this time. She watched her diet and
exercised regularly, there was never any reason to believe that she had gone
up four sizes... or was that two sizes?
He had never known anything about women's clothing, other than knowing
that his beautiful wife always dressed beautifully for him. He knew what he
liked, and so did she. But now that he had seen these "14's" on her skirt
tags, he found out something new: He liked it.
He couldn't say why, but the idea that his wife was slowly growing as the
years drifted by was exciting to him. For some reason it made him feel like
he was having an affair. After all, if her body was different, then it wasn't
really so far a stretch to believe that he was making love to a different
woman. And best of all, it was a woman that he was already in love with!
When he got home with the dry cleaning, he decided to make sure that the
"14" wasn't just some strange quirk of the mysterious world of Ladies'
Fashion. He dragged all the old albums out of the fire-proof safe and began
comparing the older photos with the newer ones.
He found his proof, even though she was becoming increasingly camera shy
toward the newer albums. He found a picture of their first Christmas
together, one taken from slightly behind and to the left showing her
stretching to place an ornament on a high tree branch. The next one was
taken last fall during a volley ball game. The angles were the same and her
position was the same, but that was about all.
The newer photo showed a woman who was actually prettier than her
younger self, with softer hair and a sureness that didn't come through in the
older picture. But more importantly, her backside was noticeably wider,
with a pronounced crease at the bottom of her right cheek where it had
overlapped the thigh. The Christmas photo showed a cute little roll at the
waist of her jeans, barely noticeable unless you were looking right at it.
But
by last fall, even the loose tee shirt she wore couldn't hide it.
He spent most of the afternoon comparing pictures in this way. The changes
were subtle, damn near invisible, when you looked at pictures taken within
a year or so of each other. But when you saw a ten year difference, the
change in his wife's body was stark and unmistakable. And he found that
that change was undeniably exciting.
He had never been a particularly doting husband, but he knew that he had
never neglected or ignored his wife. He listened when she spoke, he asked
her opinion and advice often, and gave his whenever she asked. They made
love regularly and had tried some new things, although never anything really
kinky. He knew how she liked her coffee and what her favorite songs were
and a thousand other things that married people should know. So why hadn't
he noticed her gaining two whole sizes? (He had finally looked it up in a
catalog, and determined that there were no odd sizes in the styles that she
wore. That was weird, men's clothes made more sense.)
That evening when she got home from work, he was much more attentive.
All right, so maybe part of it was just that he was horny for this newly
discovered new body. But also he was a little bit shaken that he hadn't
noticed it until now, and he was feeling a little bit guilty for it.
Whatever,
she enjoyed the attention as much as he enjoyed paying it. Their two kids
looked at them sorta funny as they giggled at silly little jokes. It had been
a
while since Mom and Dad had seemed this happy, but it made them feel
warm and happy too.
That night, he took the time to get to know everything that he had overlooked
about his wife's body over the years. There was a pair of cute little creases
at the sides of her back if she didn't hold herself just right. They led
around
to where her tummy had begun to round out into a belly. He marveled at
how large her breasts seemed to be, how had he missed them growing so
full and fat? He kissed his way from her hard nipples down the soft curves
of her belly to the furry mound between her legs. Her thighs and hips
seemed to have gotten most of whatever weight she had gained, and now
they made her pussy look fuller and tighter also. Gently at first, the way
that
he knew she liked it, he kissed and sucked all around her sweet mound.
Teasing her, taking some extra time to get her ready for more, he explored
the most hidden aspect of her new size. Her thighs had the most wonderful
pockets of fat right up at the top. They were a little bit ticklish, and he
could
feel other parts of her soft body moving as she squirmed at his delicate
nibbles.
Finally he pushed his face through her thick pubic hair and grazed her lips
with his tongue. He used his fingers for a while to hold her moist labia open
so that he could more easily lick her clit. Soon she was wet and open
enough for him to just keep his face there and he was free to let his hands
roam over the rest of her softer build. Her ass cheeks were so spongy now
that he could really get a full grip on her. It was wildly exciting to him,
all
of this new flesh, and he couldn't begin to say why. Before he could go too
much further with his explorations, she squeezed his head with her soft but
strong thighs. She was starting to cum, and he could tell that this was going
to be a good one.
Her fingers wrapped into his hair, urging and then clawing his face deeper
into her wet bush. Her moans were muted by layers of fat as she kept his
head locked into place with her legs. Next she was thrusting her broad hips
against his face while he tried frantically to keep stroking her swollen clit
with his tongue. He dug his fingers into the deep cushions at the top of each
hip and held on to her fat as tight as he could to keep her from bucking too
hard for him to keep his mouth on her pussy . She came with an
unaccustomed abandon for almost longer than he could hold his breath.
Now that he had noticed how much larger she was, he wondered if she
would cum even harder for him if she was fatter.
Without resting, she began to pull him up onto her plush body so that she
could take his hard cock into her dripping twat. He lay on her, noticing for
the first time how luxurious she felt beneath him. Her soft flesh seemed to
yield to him, cradling him in erotic softness like only a big woman could
have. Her belly folded over itself where he lay on her, and he could feel it
shifting with him as his thrusts became more and more insistent. Her tits did
the same, until he rose to support himself on his arms and watch the way
that they seemed to dance with each jarring impact of their hips. It was
hypnotic, like silent ocean waves beneath her pert nipples. He could feel
his throat and stomach tightening, the first warnings that he was about to
cum.
Before that happened, there was one more thing he had to do. He leaned
back down and asked her if she would roll over for him. She hesitated, they
hadn't done this in a couple of years or so. But it was only for a moment and
the she did just as he asked, even rising up to her knees and presenting him
with a spectacular view of her ass. Now that he knew not to take it for
granted, her broad ass was even more beautiful than he remembered. He
fumbled around for a moment, trying to find her tiny pussy slit from behind,
then slowly forced his rigid cock all the way in with one push. She gasped
and choked back a cry as he did, but she also pushed her rear back against
his hips. It hurt a little this way, but it must have still felt pretty good.
He
took longer, slower strokes now, enjoying the way he could completely fill
her from this angle. Before long though, his steady thrust became faster and
stronger. He used his hands to pull her hips up with every thrust, finally
paying attention to the way his hands plunged into her softness. He was
amazed at the way her fat rushed along her back with the crash of their
bodies. There was a satisfying smack every time his bony hips slammed
into the deep reserves of smooth flesh covering her butt. He only took a
moment to be surprised at how excited he was over what he should have
looked at as just rolls of flab. But when he saw how much broader her
powerful ass was compared to his own body, he lost himself in the sudden
gush of his own orgasm. He was only dimly aware that the chubby woman
he was fucking was cumming right along with him. It was a moment of
ecstasy that stretched out long after they fell asleep in each others arms.
They were still in the afterglow when the alarm sounded the next morning.
He lay there silently, memorizing the way that he could trace the delicate
fat
stored in her upper arm. It was lovely, and somehow every bit as feminine
as the swell of her breast or the curve of her hip. The snooze alarm
distracted him, and roused her to crawl out of bed. He pretended to try to
hang onto her, to keep her in bed with him. "Hey, somebody has to go off
and earn a living while you're lazing away your vacation!" she said as she
slipped away from him. He couldn't think of anything smart to say, so he just
slapped her playfully on the butt for a reply. He was rewarded with a sweet
little series of shivers along her naked cheek. It was wonderful, as was the
way her body shook as she trotted into the bathroom and closed the door,
giggling the whole way.
While she was taking her shower, he got up and went to the kitchen to start
breakfast. First he put the can of biscuits in the oven, got the coffee
dripping, then started on the bacon. He knew that she only ate a big
breakfast like this on rare Sundays, but he was inspired by the events of the
day before, even more so by that night's. Besides, she wouldn't object to
celebrating a Friday just a little. Eggs fried to where the yolks were just
starting to get hard, just the way she liked them, with lots of pepper but no
salt. While the eggs were still in the hot frying pan, he set the table.
Butter,
three kinds of jelly, apple butter, orange juice, and two glasses of milk.
"Are you cooking out here?" Her voice carried from the bathroom. He
answered in a teasing little hum to say maybe, and hurried to get everything
arranged properly. He also popped four or five pieces of the kids candy,
peppermints, into his mouth. They tasted nasty, but he had forgotten to brush
his teeth.
He saw her as she came out of the hall. Her hair was dry but still not styled
the way she liked it. Her face was shiny and clean from the shower, no
makeup to cover it yet. He loved the way she looked with no makeup on,
and he wished that she would go without it more often. She had already
dressed in her work clothes. Dark colors for her blazer and pleated skirt,
light colored shirt underneath. The suit was cut and styled to be slimming,
an illusion that had fooled him for years. But if he looked closely, there
were some clues that his beautiful wife was more than what she seemed.
"Oh Baby, you shouldn't have done all this," she said as she crossed the
floor to hug him. This time he couldn't keep his hand off of that little fold
over the waistband of her skirt. He didn't let it stay long, the last thing
he
wanted to do right now was to call her attention to it and send her off on
some diet.
"Well I had to think of some way to thank you for last night, didn't I?" He
kissed her on the side of her neck just below the ear. "And I figured that
repaveing the drive would have been a little excessive, so..."
She sat down at the table, saying "...So you decided to say thanks by feeding
me enough to make me the size of a Buick?"
He was glad that she wasn't looking at him when she said that. He froze, his
brain was working too hard on what she had just said to waste any effort on
moving just now. She had hit squarely upon it; that was exactly what he
wanted to do. He wanted to feed her until she was the size of a Buick! It
was the strangest thought that he had ever had. He wanted to watch her gain
weight, and he wanted to be the one to feed her every mouthful of it. The
thought was so strange to him, that if she hadn't said it out loud that way,
he
would never have realized it on his own. But now that it had been explained
to him, he was certain that he would never be able to get the idea out of his
head now.
>>PART TWO<<
Breakfast turned out to be almost as much fun as last night had been. She
started with the bacon, and ate one whole slice before moving on to the next
item. They talked about the mundane little things that only married people
talk about while she ate, so she was never aware of the way he was
studying her as she ate. She acted surprised that he had fixed her three eggs
instead of just two, but even the extra egg didn't last long. She mixed up a
second slice of bacon into it, and built a little sandwich with a biscuit. It
was sloppy, running with egg yolk and butter, but it must have been
delicious because it was gone too soon to make much of a mess. Next she
added a little more pepper to what was left of the eggs on her plate and
sopped it up on a second biscuit. He was enjoying her meal enormously,
and was more than happy to get her a second cup of coffee.
"Aren't you going to eat?" she asked as she swallowed her third piece of
not-quite-crispy bacon. There was a lovely little spot of yolk on her chin at
the corner of her full lips. It made him grin when he answered her.
"Yeah, after you leave for work. I'll make some more for the kids and me
and take'em to school a little late. I wanted to have yours done in time for
you to be able to eat it." He wanted to go on and tell her how much he was
enjoying watching her as she folded another slice of bacon between her
white teeth, but wasn't sure if that was a good idea.
"Well I'm glad you did fix it early. Eating this much is probably going to
make me late as it is anyway." Then she smiled and said "It really is tasty,
though..." Her hand reached out for another biscuit as she asked him to pass
her the apple butter. Her glass of milk was the next thing to go while she
waited for the jar.
He opened it before he handed it to her, then nearly applauded as she
spooned out a big glob of it onto the edge of her plate. This was spread onto
the newly buttered biscuit, and that was followed by one more biscuit to
soak up everything else on the plate. Finally she leaned back in her chair
and drank her juice with a contented little moan of complaint about how full
she was. When he stood to refill her coffee cup, he noticed how stiff his
cock was. It wasn't really a hard-on, but it was well on its way.
Finally she rose and hugged him to thank him for breakfast. He imagined
that he could feel a little extra cushion around her waist, and it made his
dick twitch against her thigh.
"My goodness, aren't you just a teen-ager lately!" She grinned broadly and
kissed him on the mouth. He didn't have to imagine that she pushed her hips
against him extra tight when she did. It felt wonderful. She pulled away,
grabbed another biscuit with two bacon slices in it and went off to do her
hair.
Looking over the table, he counted up what her breakfast had been. Three
eggs, five biscuits, six slices of bacon, loads of butter and apple butter,
three cups of coffee with cream and sugar, milk, and juice. Easily enough
food for two people, maybe three. He wondered how often he could get her
to eat like that before she got suspicious. He wondered how much she might
gain in a month as his hard-on raged.
He got the kids up, fed and dressed for school. It was actually just a
daycare, but they liked the word "school" better because of how grown-up
it sounded. His six year old daughter was born at the wrong time of year to
be in first grade yet, and her kindergarten was in the same building as her
four year old brother's day care. It made things easy all around.
There was a pretty young black woman walking out of the day care while he
and the kids were walking in. They smiled casually at each other, then went
on their ways. He just happened to glance at her as she walked to her car,
and noticed that the rear seam of her skirt was starting to rip. It looked
like
a new skirt, part of her expensive suit. He didn't think that the skirt was
tearing because of poor workmanship or cheap materials. It looked like it
was just getting pulled tighter as her round ass got progressively rounder.
Why would a beautiful, well dressed woman have bought a skirt that was so
tight it would soon start to rip? It didn't make nearly as much sense as the
erotic idea that her eating habits were responsible for the ripping seam. He
wondered when his wife would do that to her fourteens.
When his kids got to the desk, they were greeted by Miss Trish. The
redhead was especially popular with the children because she was in
control of the candy dish. There was never any challenge to get her to share
those little treasures, all it took was for a kid to say hello. All the kids
said
hello. He noticed with interest that she took a caramel for her self when she
had handed the kids each one.
Last week he might have disapproved of this chubby young woman
indulging herself that way. Today he was intrigued. It must have taken a lot
of practice to unwrap those sticky candies as deftly as she did, and it
showed on her curvy shape that she hadn't wasted much of that practice. Her
skin was pale and sported a host of freckles, sharing her round face with a
warm smile and glittering green eyes. All in all a cute little Irish lass.
As Trish spoke with his daughter, he saw that the buttons across her bust
were stretched just to the point of popping. Were all of those candies still
working their caloric magic on her body, too? How many caramels would it
take before those big pale boobs sent buttons popping off all over the room?
How many more to pop her sturdy bra? Was that what he needed to buy for
his wife to get her to start ripping through her clothes? What kept his wife
from being that size anyway?
More importantly, what the hell was he thinking about this sort of stuff for
anyway?
He tried to calm down in the car. This was all just too fucking weird for
him. All of his life, he had been a normal guy with normal tastes. Now he
was ready to jack-off every time he saw clothes that were too tight! What
was wrong with him, anyway? Had any other guy ever had these thoughts?
On the other hand, even though he was looking at other women, his thoughts
had always turned quickly to his own beautiful wife, so that had to be a
good thing. And besides, it didn't 'feel' wrong or dirty to have these
thoughts. It was just unfamiliar. Maybe this was a completely normal type
of desire, and he wasn't the only one who had ever felt this way about a
couple of extra pounds. That would help explain why so many women
gained weight after they had been married for a while. He started the car,
deciding that he wouldn't worry about it any more.
He ran the rest of his errands, and only had one relapse. A woman at the
hardware store was wearing a pair of really tight faded jeans with a cute
little roll hanging over her belt. Her straight black hair ran down to the
top
of her back pockets in a single thick braid. She was ahead of him, and her
plump ass cheeks bounced every time her cowboy boots struck the floor. It
reminded him of the hypnotic waves he had watched last night as he
pounded his wife from behind last night.
Before he started letting his thought run away with him, he stopped and tried
to get interested in the door knobs on the shelf next to him. He couldn't do
it,
and he couldn't quite remember what he had come in here to get for a
second. The image of his wife in those big faded jeans was just too
powerful at the moment.
He almost made it to the plumbing section (he needed a new commode
handle) before he saw her again. This time it was her red and yellow
"Reservation Casino" tee shirt that caught his attention. It was stretched
really tight across a series of curves and creases, her breasts and belly. It
was a wonderful way too advertise gambling, he thought.
"Excuse me, I know you don't work here," she was saying to him, "but I was
wondering if you could help me?" He looked into her square brown face
and noticed how beautiful her Indian eyes were. She was maybe a couple of
years older than him, but she didn't really show it very much.
"Sure! I'll try." He was trying to picture his wife's face on her body. It
was
a nice match.
There was something about her smile that let him think that she knew exactly
what he was thinking, and that she didn't mind a bit. "Oh thanks. I was
looking for those little hook thingees like you screw into the ceiling to
hang
plants on, y'know? Do you know where those might be?"
He led her over to the aisle with the swag hooks and then bent over to get
her a brass one from the lowest shelf. He tried not to notice how
marvelously tight her old jeans were in the front, too. He failed.
"Here you go," he said standing. "Is that what you're looking for?"
"Yeah that's it." She stepped closer to see it better, and he could smell
fresh
soap on her skin. "Do they come in white?" A little grin at that comment
traced across her full lips.
"I think so, how many do you need?" he asked as he squatted down to the
shelf again. He could feel his dick starting to act up again, and all this up
and down wasn't helping.
She told him four so he grabbed four of the white swag hooks. Before he
stood up this time he made the mistake of looking straight at her waist.
He hadn't seen it before because her belly mostly covered it. Now he saw
that she wore a silver belt buckle with a barrel racer on it beneath the word
CHAMPION. She must have won it a while ago. Not many horses would be
able to carry her voluptuous bulk around very quickly these days. Almost at
the same time, he noticed a series of shiny spots along her belt. That silver
buckle had been steadily moving to the far end of the belt. It was a clear
record of a slow and steady weight gain across a number of years. The
same type of weight gain his wife had experienced. His cock continued to
swell at that thought.
"Did you find what you were looking for?" Her voice made him realize that
he was staring. His cheeks burned as he stood up and handed the hooks to
her.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to stare..." At least he wasn't stammering. He was
astonished to see her smiling sweetly at him.
"Don't worry about it!" she said. "Some of us fat girls don't mind a little
male attention, y'know?" She took her swag hooks from him. As she started
away, she smiled back at him and said "And you don't have to be so shy
about it. I think it would do us big gals a lot of good to know just how many
good looking men really do like us!" She turned off the aisle and walked out
of his sight.
He smiled for a moment to himself, partly out of embarrassment. But also
because she had told him that he wasn't alone. There were a lot of guys out
there who liked big women. So there had to be some out there who liked for
women to gain weight as well. It made sense, after all...
He bought his handle and walked next door to the pizza buffet.