“I could” she began, then bending over to pick up a sock that had fallen to the floor finally burst the poor button on her shorts. It went pinging across the room and as she straightened I could hear the zipper unzip further.

Elise looked down at he belly as it pushed the two sides of the shorts further apart and folding the top downward as it rushed out into the open air. She absently fingered a jelly role and in a small voice almost whispered “Guess not.” Then she seemed to ponder for a moment and asked “You don't mind do you Sugar? I've gotten so tubby. I just haven't been paying attention lately. And on the cruise, well, I was in rapture, and everything was soo good. I . . .”

“Don't worry, darling, we were in our own world, and if a few extra curves is the result, what's the harm? You look way sexy to me. Besides, I wouldn't want to deprive you of any pleasure.”

She sighed. “Well I guess we just bundle up this stuff and give it to Goodwill.” She gazed at her corpulent form “Lord, I must have gained twenty pounds on the ship.”

“Let's find out” I suggested, and then led her into the bathroom where the digital scale stood, ready to pass judgement.

With some effort Elise peeled off the too small shorts, and then managed to get the tank top over her head, her upper arms jiggling a bit as she raised them over her head. The little butterball that stood before me all soft and curvy, wide, swollen hips melting down into thighs that rubbed together, held her breath and stepped on the scale. She used her hands to hold in her tummy as she leaned over to look down at the readout, trying to get a head start on the digital voice that blandly stated 156 pounds. Up 14 pounds since our wedding day.

As she stood there on the scale in silence I approached her from behind and put my arms around her soft middle, my swelling manhood pressed against her pillowy ass telling her all she needed to know.

“My wife, my love, my world” I whispered into her ear as I managed to lift her into my arms and carry her back to our bed where I could prove to her just how incredibly sexy I found her to be.

The next morning Elise rummaged through the closet until she found a pair of drawstring sweats that she could still fit into. Then, borrowing a Penalton shirt from me, jumped in the car, credit card in hand, to hit the mall where a branch of the chain she worked for resided. First she bought a couple of bras, nicely filling out a 38D. She then purchased some wider cut panties to match – something to cover up her wide bottom and keep her belly from folding the material over. Then it was on to women's' wear, purchasing a size 14 dress that was a little large, a nice jacket ensemble (also 14), a couple of blouses, and a pantsuit (which looked a little tight if you asked me). That took care of the business end, so it was on to sportswear to purchase a few tees (women's large) and a couple pairs of jeans (one with a 30 inch waist the other a 32), and a neat silver belt (a 38 with several notches.

She finished off the shopping with a couple of large leotards, wraparound skirts, and a bodysuit which, all together including her employee discount, didn't really cost all that much. I knew she was just covering the necessities for now, and would be supplementing her wardrobe as she found things she liked at her own store.

After her first day back at work Elise told me how some of her co-workers were shocked by her appearance. She said she really got a kick over studying their reactions. Some, mostly the men, feigned indifference, pretending that nothing had changed in her appearance. Others, you could see their eyes get big and the wheels turning behind their stare. "Wow, she's gotten fat” was the unspoken thought behind their eyes as they looked her over stem to stern. A few asked if she was pregnant; to which Elise said she just used a Cheshire cat smile and a wink.

Finally, there were those who were friends. A few expressed their concern.

“Sweetie, is your marriage in trouble already?” “Are you depressed?” “Dear, you've gotten a little chunky, is there something wrong?”

Only her closest friend at the store, Sandy, knew her well enough to hit it on the head.

Looking her over and then gazing straight into her eyes, Sandy shook her head

“You happy, sated, bitch. Look at you, girl, your man be taking care of you big time and you want the whole world to know, now don't you?”

“Oh Sandy, yeah, he's sure ringing my chimes, but this” she patted her jiggly belly, “ is not a statement, it just sorta happened.”

“Looks good on you girl. 'Course that kind of lovin' would look good no matter how it manifests itself. He got a brother?”

“No, and hands off” Elise laughed and gave Sandy a big hug.

“If he ever needs more . . .” Sandy began

“Then I'll give it to him, even if he wants twice the woman” Elise interjected.

“Like you need extra incentive. You go, girl, give him all the girl he wants. Want to do lunch?" Sandy asked.

“Got my break in fifteen. I can hardly wait, I'm famished. This morning is the longest I've spent without eating since my wedding day.” Elise confessed.

The next several months flew by. Elise occasionally bringing home a new outfit (she was finding some neat fashions for her new body style, and looked fabulous. Sometimes she'd bring me home a new pair of jeans; “Found this at closeout” she'd say. I didn't really notice that there were no sizes printed on the jeans and slacks. Nor did I notice that she was methodically replacing all my old shirts. I was vaguely aware that I was feeling a little puffy around the middle; truth be told the only exercise I was getting recently was our lovemaking, which was plentiful and a great cardiac stimulator. Still, my clothes fit, so I couldn't have gained more than a couple of pounds or so I believed.

Our days fell into our pre-marriage routine. Boring period of work interspersed with our time together, be it going to the movies; requisite big box of buttered popcorn in hand, or just staying home and cuddling by the fire, drinking port and muching chocolates. Once a week it was our special gift to ourselves to partake of the “food play” night out. Sometimes to a good restaurant, other times to an all you can eat (Elises' favorite). She seemed to revel in the intake on those nights, seeing just how many plates she could put down as I became more and more turned on just watching her. Shortly after our sixth month anniversary she really outdid herself. Her previous high at the Smorgy was five full platefuls followed by a couple bowls of ice cream with all the nuts, sauce and toppings, but this night she seemed determined. The first four plates disappeared in record time. She looked over at me, deep fried chicken drumstick still in her pudgy paw, and waving it at me, asked “Turning you on yet, Sugar?”

“Always” I replied. “You happy, love?”

“Not as happy as I'd be if you'd bring me another plate. And this time, load up on the macaroni and cheese, it's really good tonight.”

I rose to obey as she gnawed off the rest of the chicken meat from the bone and casually tossed the bone onto the huge pile that had amassed on one of the plates. There were probably enough bones for two or three whole chickens there. I just shook my head as I made my way around the buffet table. My lord, such an appetite, my little; well not really, angel. I returned to the table, plate five heaping with chicken fried steak, pork chops, meatloaf and a huge portion of macaroni.

Elise gazed at the plate and frowned. “Oh, Sugar, you didn't put any lasagna on this one. I guess I'll just have to look forward to the next plate.” I guess she made it clear that she was not going to stop at five plates tonight. Just the thought of it made my groin stir with excitement.

I watched as the cuisine slowly disappeared, Elise making slow but steady progress. The meatloaf was gone, the macaroni too, as well as most of the pork chop when she stopped suddenly. “You know what I need – a couple of rolls to sop up this delicious gravy.”

I rose to get them for her, and when I returned she was rubbing her swollen tummy, the rest of the pork chop gone. She belched and grabbed the biscuits from me, swirling them around the plate soaking up the creamy gravy.

“Sugar, can you rub my tummy, I need a little more room”.

As I rubbed she downed the biscuits and the last of the chicken steak.

“Aha, your magic fingers. Mmm, feels so good; I think I'm ready for another plate my love. Some lasagna would be nice, and maybe some spaghetti and meatballs” she giggled sending shock waves across her taught belly. “Kind of an Italian motif for this plate”.

I got her what she wanted and watched as she methodically, with singular determination, made her way through the plate, finally sucking in the last long noodle through her sensuous lips. She pushed back from the table, her belly huge and straining the confines of the shift dress she had bought just for this occasion. It hung loosely on her when we entered, but now; now you could see every bulge and ripple as she slowly swayed side to side in her chair as if drunk. I swear her stomach was a good four inches distended. She absently rubbed her belly and almost whispered in a vague, distant voice “a new record. All for you baby, all for you”.

Then her eyes came back into focus and she looked right at me, her nipples getting hard, pushing against the fabric of her shift.

“Are you horny, Sugar? Do I make you want to caress me all over? You do want me, don't you Daddy?”

“Of course I do” I said through gritted teeth. “I can't wait to get my hands on you. Shall we go?”

She shook her head and in her little girl voice said “Not yet, Daddy. It's not a record without ice cream. You've got to get me some; and make it a big bowl with lot's of topping, OK Daddy?”

I brought that to her as well, marveling in the amount of intake. Elise spooned a great gob into her mouth and let it slide down her throat. After the first few hesitant bites she seemed to get her second (or third of fourth: who knew) wind and she even made me get her seconds.

After the last spoonful she again pushed her chair away from the table and sighed. Her breath was coming in short pants, the accordion effect making ripples of roles down her belly. She spread her legs and leaned forward cradling her head in the crook of her arms as they rested on the table; her gut swelling out and downwards between her legs. I thought for a moment that the seams of the shift weren't going to hold, but somehow the material stood firm. As she rested I went to the front desk and gave the matre d' and extra ten bucks to help cover expenses and then returned to escort Elise home. For the first time she had problems standing, as if her legs were unable to raise her girth from the chair. Finally, with an assist from me she was able to stand; a little wobbly at first but after a moment she steadied and I was able to escort her out the door, arm firmly around her bulbous stomach.

I no sooner got her home than she staggered to the bed, slowly, gently crawled on, and in seconds, fell soundly asleep.

So much for turning me on. Well, best intentions.

Elise weighed herself the next morning (more like early afternoon) and told me that she had gained three pounds since last week, and that they were pounds of love. Who was I to argue when she looked so voluptuous?

As the weeks went by it was kind of hard to tell one day or week to the next if she was still gaining. Day to day she didn't look any different. It was just when she bent a certain way, or stretched or pivoted that I could maybe see a new bulge that wasn't there before.

Roughly a month before our anniversary I persuaded her to step on the scale for me. Yep, 177 now, up another twenty pounds. Her upper arms were starting to get heavy and thick and it seemed that her breasts were getting huge and fleshy. Her butt had definitely gotten larger and wider and she was beginning to get a permanent fold in the middle of her belly. Her clothes were all getting tight again, except for the newer things she had purchased for herself. She was so soft to touch, like cotton candy. I was enslaved, unable to keep my hands off her at any time; always touching her somewhere; arm, leg, tummy, anywhere. I just had to feel her softness all the time.

So it was hell that I knew I was going to have to spend over a week away from her. The country's biggest industry trade show required my presence (and would pay for all the year's overhead in one fell swoop) so I simply had to go to Atlanta, leaving on a Friday and not returning until one week from the following Monday: 10 days away from my heart and soul.

I promised to call every night that she wasn't working late. The time difference east coast to west making it too late to call, as I had to be at the convention center at seven every morning.

When I called, Elise told me how much she missed me. She told me funny anecdotes from work and then always managed to tell me what she was eating right then, and that she was imagining me watching her do it; kind of like phone-food sex.

I sent her a two-pound box of chocolates and told her I missed her like hell and that this time away from her was torture for me.

Somehow I survived though, and was greatly anticipating Elise meeting me at the airport. Little did I know that she had something special in store for me. As I entered the terminal from the ramp there she stood at the end of the walkway. Wearing a tan trenchcoat that was barely able to cover her mammoth breasts, it was loosely belted around her voluminous middle. Her hair long and lustrous framing her fleshy cheeks and double chin. My god, she had gained a ton in the ten days I was gone!

I ran towards her and wrapped myself in her softness, kissing her long and passionately, the distinct taste of a Snickers bar still in her mouth. I fondled and caressed her new rolls and bulges; she had gotten so big my fingers almost couldn't believe what they were touching.

“Oh, Daddy, I've missed you so, and I've been a bad girl. I promised myself that I would save the chocolates for when you got back so you could watch me eat them, but I got so lonely. I thought of you with each bite.”

Yes, and I could see that she thought of me all the time.

“Did, you miss me Daddy? Do you still want me?” she questioned in a small voice.

“Like you would not believe to both questions”.

She looked around the terminal slyly and then whispered “I've got an idea”.

She pushed me into the men's room and then followed me in to direct me to the handicapped stall on the end. She undid her belt and unbuttoned the four buttons on the trenchcoat and surprise! Under the coat was nothing but my corpulent love wearing a black bra and garter belt. She let the coat fall from her and stood before me; high heels, fishnet stockings held up by the garter that cut into her midriff. Her bra was filled to overflowing by her huge, fleshy breasts.

She raised herself up on top of the toilet tank, using the handicapped rails as stirrups. She pulled me towards her, fingers anxiously fumbling with my belt, button and zipper; finally extricating my swollen, throbbing manhood. I positioned myself and eased into her, her pussy so wet it felt like a water main had burst. I managed to raise her up, lever her against the back wall, her feet still supported by the rails. I began to pile drive her hard, my fingers sinking into her abundant, flabby ass. We were shaking the whole row of stalls in our reckless abandon. If anyone were to have entered the bathroom at that point, they would probably thought that San Francisco was finally having the big one. In reality, it was only the two of us, and yes, we were certainly experiencing the “big one”.

We finally finished with one another in a great wave of orgasm that left us both momentarily spent. Elise was breathing hard, and I could feel her girth pressing against me as she puffed for air.

“I love you. With all my heart and soul I love you” she panted.

“And I you, you lovely, oversexed thing you” I responded.

After another few minutes of hugging we managed to collect and clothe ourselves.

We then nonchalantly walked out of the restroom to the sonorous tones of Willie DA Mayor, thanking us for coming to his favorite city. I whispered to Elise as I squeezed her butt cheek “and thank you for cumming”.

BOOMERANG

Chapter 5

We walked out of the airline terminal and headed to Elises' car. She threw me the keys and I opened the door. Scattered all over the floorboards and covering the back seat were every kind of fast food container and candy wrapper imaginable. Burger wrappers from Jack In The Box, Wendy's, Burger King, Carls' Jr., Micky D's. A couple of empty containers that had probably held either Nachos Bell Grande, or Mexican Pizza from Taco bell. Ice cream and milk shake cups from Dairy Queen and Baskin Robbins. Jesus, had she been snacking all this time and then coming home to me for a full course dinner?

No wonder she was gaining so quickly. Still, with the kind of loving she was giving me, why should I care?

As we drove home, Elise's head leaning against my shoulder, she let her hand slip to my thigh, and then creep over to my crotch; her pudgy fingers now deftly undoing my pants.

She started gently fondling me and then lightly stroking me back to hardness, all the while telling me that she missed me so much. She then leaned down and let her luscious lips work on me. It was getting harder and harder to keep the car on the road, but Elise was working masterfully, seemingly having a sixth sense, working me close, but never letting me go over the edge.

“Umm, this is so good, Daddy, but baby is so hungry. I need something to eat or I might just lose control here and take a big bite out of you”.

She looked up over the dashboard and in an excited voice said “Look Daddy, a KFC! Take me there Daddy, please!”

I pulled in and she ordered a nine piece, extra crispy, with a large Pepsi. Putting the box on her ample lap, she started chowing down, alternating bites of chicken and loud slurps from her straw.

We were only a couple of miles from home by the time Elise finished her meal, graciously sharing a couple of bites with me. She tossed the box into the back seat with all the other dead meals, and went back to her desert; my manhood. “Daddy, I don't want to go home just yet, let's find someplace quiet” she requested.

I knew just the place. Up the hill from our home, along a winding road, there was a county park. Really more of a nature habitat than a formal park, but just the place for two horny lovers on a late night.

I parked and Elise continued to suck and lick. I squirmed as I was dangerously close to losing control. Elise slowed for a moment then started in again, pausing only long enough to whisper “Daddy, baby wants her desert now”.

That did it. I shot right into her waiting mouth as she continued to suck greedily.

“Umm, so rich and buttery. Daddy, you really taste good”.

She licked my shrinking shaft and then looked up towards me and licked her lips.

Her face was so beautiful there in the pale moonlight, and her eyes were so full of love, it almost made me weep with joy. I gently cradled her head, one hand brushing her chubby cheeks as I looked deep into her soul and then kissed her affectionately, tasting the remnants of my own juices. When we disengaged she looked at me earnestly and said in a soft low voice “Daddy, you know I'd do anything for you. Anything.”

We held each other closely for what seemed hours, just content to be near one another. After a time my fingers began to probe her body, kneading rolls of fat that had not been there two weeks ago. Her hips had widened measurably, and it seems that her ass was not only wider but larger too, running higher into her backside and sinking lower into her beefy thighs. My fingers felt all this through the lite material of her trenchcoat, and when she shifted her weight I was able to get my other hand across the front of her, caressing the gelatinous soft expanse of her belly. My fingers continued downward pushing the trenchcoat aside to rub her lower abdomen lightly, and then gently touch her pubic area.

Elise started a low moan as I continued to rub, fingering a fold just above her pubic area where her belly had started to sag. “Oh Daddy” she whispered, “my pussy is hungry. Feed me Daddy, feed my pussy. Fill me up until I explode”.

I was suddenly hard again. What was her spell over me, that I would need to please her again and again? I gently maneuvered her so I could recline both our seats all the way, and then turned her over so her plump ass was facing me, her head down amongst the discarded fast food bags. I pushed the trenchcoat up over her hips as my fingers caressed her inner thighs. Her backside was huge and padded. I spread her thick thighs apart as her ass pointed invitingly up toward me, propped by her thick belly underneath. Kneeling on the floorboards, I bent over her and squeezed into her from behind. Elise immediately started shrieking with joy “Yes Daddy, yes! Fill me up! All the way to my throat! I want you in me. Fill me, fill me!” She started bucking against me, her ass flapping against my thighs. I leaned back as much as I could to get a better angle and penetrate even further into her. Elise moaned and squealed, her arms moving spasmodically as if she was swimming through the bags of junk around her. She panted and moaned and bucked harder. I started slapping her immense behind, sending ripples all over her ass. This excited her even more; the crisp slap of my hand followed by short shrieks and finally a load low pitched animal scream as her body convulsed in torrents of joy. Her muscles contracted severely, spasming against my shaft until I too found myself screaming with joy. We managed to move sideways so that we were spooning, my shaft still cocooned deep inside her. She was still moaning softly, my arm around her waist, feeling the folds rise and fall as she struggled to catch her breath. As I felt her against me, my fingers running lightly all across her body, I thought absently ' my angel isn't a little girl anymore'.

The next morning, after a sound sleep of the dead, I lay in a half awakened state and watched Elise waddle off towards the bathroom, her thighs swishing together, her ass jiggling as she moved. She was really getting wide I realized vaguely, and this brought me up to full consciousness. I waited for a moment and then followed her into the bath. She was leaning over the counter, brushing her teeth, large breasts dangling, and belly half flopped onto the counter, half sagging beneath the shelf. I came up from behind and grabbed a handful of that loose saggy belly flab. “Morning, my love” as I brushed back her long wavy black hair and kissed the back of her neck. “Sleep well?” She finished brushing, rinsed and spit, then turned towards me and gave me a huge hug.

“Like a baby” she purred.

“Do me a favor” I asked and gestured towards the scale.

“Oh, Daddy, what difference does it make now?” she pouted.

“None whatsoever, but I want to see. Pretty please, for me” I pleaded.

“Kay, for you. Just don't be surprised if the number is really high. I know I gained quiet a bit while you were away.”

I bowed and made a sweeping motion towards the scale, “my queen, if you'll just step this way.”

She put a hand on her tummy, subliminally wishing it smaller, and stepped onto the scale.

As she stood there, waiting for the number to stabilize, I got a good look at the front of her naked body. As she brushed her hair away from her face I could see a band of flesh under her arms that came around and connected to her breasts, which themselves were wide and pendulous, her small downward pointing nipples and aureole dwarfed by their size. Gravity, and their own ponderous weight were pushing them downwards, and only her protruding belly in the way, pushing them outward, kept them from hanging clear to her bellybutton.

Her belly started it's convex curve high on her ribcage, flowing in an oval arc downward, making a nice little overhanging bulge just above her pubic line. Her hips were wide and high, the bulge at their top edge coinciding with a fold that delineated the mid point of her belly, the bottom half of which pooched out an extra inch or two past the top half. Her lower abdomen was accented by two faint stretch marks against her creamy tan skin, pointing downward. The bottom portion of her hips were saddlebags melting into thick wide thighs; two tree trunks, solid clear to her knees. Her calves still retained most of their former shapeliness, and her ankles remained trim.

As I took her all in, confounded by the statue of voluptuousness in front of me, the dull digital voice pronounced it's verdict: 193 pounds. Almost 200 pounds of what seemed an almost insatiable machine: insatiable for food, and insatiable for love. I grabbed her around the waist and twirling, danced her across the bedroom, where we fell, giggling, back into bed.

Later, when she rose to dress for work I watched her stand before her closet and shake her head. “Daddy, I think I'm in trouble” she confessed.

“All my new clothes are in the wash, and I think I've outgrown all my old stuff”.

“How about your green pant suit” I suggested. “It always looked good on you”.

“I don't know” she hesitated. “Oh, what the hell, it can't hurt to try”.

She put on a white lace bra, rearranging the flab so that it almost fit, and then pulled on matching white panties, her gut hanging over the top.

“Wait, I've got an idea. What about your stretchy cream body suit. Can't you use that as a shell? I asked.

“Well, yeah, I guess that would work, but . . .”

“And won't the stretchy material kinda act as a corset?” I interrupted.

The light came on in her eyes. “Yeah, it would. Daddy, you're a genius.”

That said, she packed and pulled, struggled and strained until finally the body suit surrounded her, rearranging her flab into a somewhat more manageable form.

Elise then turned back towards me, crossed her fingers and reached for the Kelly green pants. She struggled to get them over her big butt, and then her wide hips. She stood on tiptoes, tried to suck in her tummy and tried to zip the zipper. It made it about halfway and then stopped. Elise tried again, with the same result. She came off her tiptoes and exhaled, which forced the zipper the rest of the way down to its starting point.

“Damn, you unruly thing” she cried at her belly. “Daddy, what can I do? Can you help me?”

So together we made another effort. Elise holding her breath and sucking in her tummy while I manhandled her flabby gut and hips as I inched the zipper upwards, pulling the two sides of the pants together as I went. We stopped for a breather about halfway up, with me still holding the zipper so that when Elise relaxed we wouldn't lose all of our hard fought progress.

“OK, almost there” I lied. “Give me one more try, really suck it in now”.

She gave it a good effort and I started tugging again, making it first to three quarters and then, with a Herculean effort, yanked the two sides together and ripped the zipper upwards and unto place. I grabbed the clasp at the top of her pants and yanking once more managed to lock it.

“Alright!” I cried as a danced around the room, taking a victory lap.

Elise started laughing, yet miraculously the clasp held, though the material around it was stretched in an odd manner.

“My hero” she chortled.

“Single focus, that's the key. Focus only on the task at hand and never admit to failure! I was not to be denied!”

“Save the acceptance speech, slugger. Hand me my jacket” she chided. I helped her don the jacket, noticing how tight it was across her upper back and arms.

“I suggest that the fashion for today is an open jacket look”. Elise looked at the great expanse between the two sides of the jacket and sighed “You may be right. Tell the truth, do I look too goofy in this?” There was a hint of anxiousness in her voice.

“Turn around” I commanded.

I watched as she did so. Good, the jacket covered a lot of her wide ass and the bulge at her hip where the too tight pants forced her flab up and out. Nothing to do about the big gut roll though, and I could only hope she kept her arms down, shielding the bulge of flab that had gathered under each armpit.

“Thumbs up” I said. “You have this horny man's seal of extreme approval”.

“You're not just saying that to be kind are you?” she asked in a little child voice. “I'm not too fat am I?”

“If it is possible, you are even more beautiful now than when I met you” I confided.

“You really think so? You're not just saying that to make me smile? She asked as she looked at her reflection in the mirror. “I've gotten so big, sometimes I can't believe that it's me looking back from the mirror. But then I think about how much I've eaten sometimes and I know it's really true. Do you really love me this fat?”

“Want me to prove it” I sneered.

“Oh Daddy, if only I had time before work. You're wonderful, you know that. I love you, love you, love you. Promise you'll prove it to me when I get home tonight.” She asked.

“As often as you'd like my love”. I replied.

“And I'm not too fat?”

“Not for me, my love, I love every single morsel of you,” I admitted. “And when I get some new clothes everything will be OK?”

“It's OK already. Though I can hardly wait to see you in a new sexy teddy”.

BOOMERANG

Chapter 6

Elise returned home from work wearing a completely new outfit. I guess that she couldn't trust the green pantsuit to survive the rigors of the day. She was wearing a full length, brown, A-line skirt with a cream colored, oversized blouse with ruffled sleeves and collar.

She was carrying several bags of goodies as well, laughing that her next paycheck was already spent. She showed me a cute print dress with a gathered waist and scoop neck, a black skirt and jacket ensemble, some blouses and a pair of pleated dress pants. She also purchased a large sack dress for hanging about the house, as well as an aqua air of shorts and a blue and white striped tee. In another bag were several bra and panty sets, which I soon discovered to be 44D's, along with two pair of jeans for me that she found on closeout. She held up a last bag, and told me it was a surprise, but first I had to feed her dinner.

I had spent the afternoon networking with clients, so didn't have time to whip up anything special, just a couple of steaks cut thin and seared in olive oil, balsamic vinegar and garlic; along with some fried potatoes and fresh green beans.

There was some praline and cream ice cream in the freezer, so after dinner Elise scooped out two heaping bowlfuls and we retired to the couch to snuggle as we watched a dvd that she had rented.

After the movie, she kissed me briefly left the lights down low and told me she'd be right back with her surprise. She returned a short time later, her silhouette backlit by the bedroom light. She was wearing a red lace teddy with underwire support cups that pushed her wonderful breasts out on display like they were sitting on a shelf. 'Mama Mia' I thought and then she shimmied for me her round globes shaking like Jell-O. Below this tantalizing display the teddy was a semi-transparent loose lace pattern, which, while it clung to her form, allowed you to see all the rolls and bulges beneath.

The teddy was cut to come to a point at her crotch, which allowed for her lower belly to spill out on either side. As Elise pirouetted before me I could see that the legs were cut high, leaving most of her upper thigh and butt exposed. She struck a seductive pose and asked “you like?”

“Bada Bing. Woof, woof” I panted as I pulled her towards my lap, a big grin across her chubby cheeks.

***

The rest of the week was uneventful. Elise had to do closing the rest of the week, and when she returned home she seemed especially tired. Poor baby. I had a little snack for her each night and then tucked her into bed, where she fell soundly to sleep as soon as her head hit the pillow.

On Saturday I had a client meeting in the morning, but I told Elise that I had planned a picnic for the afternoon. When I arrived back home to pick her up, she greeted me at the door wearing her new aqua short and shirt ensemble. I noticed that she was also wearing the thin silver belt that she'd bought right after our honeymoon, and that it was now on it's last notch. Lordy, if I remembered right, wasn't that belt 38 inches? And it seemed a little snug at that. Wow!

We drove out to the beach below the lighthouse, walking the quarter mile slight downslope from the ridge to the beach. As I spread out the large beachtowel I noticed that Elise appeared winded. As she plopped down on the towel with a thud, I watched her round belly expand and contract as her chest heaved to and fro. She soon regained her composure and we sat, arm in arm, for quiet awhile, just watching the surf.

I covered her arms and legs with cocoa butter so she wouldn't burn, my fingers soaking in the softness of her upper arms, and marveling again at the thickness of her thighs.

Shortly thereafter I began to set out our picnic spread. Fried chicken, macaroni salad, pate maison and french bread, cornichon pickles, and stuffed mushrooms, along with a good Chianti. We grazed for a time, picking a little of this, a little of that, until Elise reached over and pulled at my cock, giggling “Daddy, my pussy is hungry too. Can you feed it?”

I made a little tent with a second beach towel and Elise climbed on top of me, lowering her shorts down below her knees. She wanted to sit on top of me, but I pulled her close instead feeling her soft weight sink into me. We made love, slow and languorous, reveling in the closeness of our bodies, two melting into one.

We dozed off wrapped around each other, and when I awoke, Elise was munching on a drumstick and looking out at the ocean, leaning back on one arm. I looked at her bulbous tummy and the swell of her globular breasts and watched in silence as she went after another piece of chicken. In all my dreams I could have never imagined a love like this, with a woman so perfect in every way. I silently thanked whatever entity had blessed me so.

We stayed awhile longer; watching fingers of fog begin to roll in towards shore, bringing a light wind and a bit of a chill. It was time to leave, so I packed up our belongings and we made the trek back up the slight incline to the car, with me in the lead carrying the picnic basket. About two thirds of the way up the hill I looked back to see Elise stopped a good thirty yards behind me bent over with her hands on her knees, puffing for air. By the time I had walked back down to her she had straightened up and said she was ready to continue. I was worried, was she coming down with something or just so out of shape that carrying her extra weight up even this slight incline was a strain for her? I silently vowed that we would both start getting more exercise than just our lovemaking, finding time for long walks and maybe going swimming at the rec. center. I stayed back with her and we made a slow trek back to the top of the ridge.

That night I experienced a nightmare that made me bolt up from my slumbers shaking in a cold sweat. I was dreaming that I was in our kitchen, frying up some polish sausage mixed with green peppers when I heard Elises' voice coming from the bedroom “Daddy, do we have any of that barbecue chicken left?”

When I told her I though so, she said “good, and some Doritos too, I'm real hungry”.

I finished cooking the four polish sausages, scooped them onto a large platter, retrieved the three drumstick and thighs from the fridge, grabbed a big bag of chips from the pantry, arranged it all on a serving tray along with a jug of iced tea and walked down the hallway to the bedroom. The hallway seemed to expand as I walked, getting longer and longer, as if for every step I took I was only a quarter step closer. The doorway loomed ahead of me like the drawbridge of some forbidden castle. It was almost as if my subconscious didn't want to confront where the dream was headed. There was something I was supposed to see or do that I was conflicted about.

Finally my id won out and I was able to make better progress towards the bedroom. I entered as the doorway closed in around me. It was late afternoon, and a pale, diffused light made a feeble attempt to break through the curtains, dimly washing the room in shades of light gray.

Upon the bed, propped up against the headboard, supported by pillows was Elise; or at least I think it was. Her facial features were vaguely familiar, but they were hard to distinguish, as they were camouflaged by pounds of excess flesh. Her high cheekbones gone, covered by a layer of flab. Her chin, hidden by jowls and wattle. Her beautiful, sensuous mouth shrunken to a tiny blemish amidst the sea of flesh that surrounded it. Yet somehow I knew that it was she. The way the eyes still sparkled and her ebony hair flowed in waves around the face. It was my love, all right, but as I walked closer my heart stopped beating, for on our bed was a huge pyramid of blubber.

Her head looked tiny atop of the mountain of flesh beneath it. Her shoulders impossibly wide, breasts bigger than watermelons, pushing her arms out away from her body so they hung almost useless, like the front appendages of a T-rex dinosaur.

Starting just below her neck wattle, her humongus belly jutted several feet in all directions. Out and out and down until it lay in a puddle on the bedsheets. Around this puddle was a dam of cellulite high and thick that used to be her legs, and around that, in an even wider puddle were where her hips and buttocks had melted. A huge wax sculpture that had melted in the sun, leaving a lake of lard at it's base.

Elise saw me with the tray of food and I could see saliva dribble from her mouth cavity. Out of that cavity came a deep grunting sound as she attempted to move her arms towards the tray, doing little more than wave them uselessly at her sides, the underside of her arms jiggling with hanging wattle, pudgy fingers little more than paddles. The movement of her arms sent shock waves through the mountain of flab, jostling back and forth like waves on a waterbed, and yet the puddles lying on the sheets remained motionless.

A small, whining voice spoke out in short, breathless spurts “Feed me Daddy, feed me, I'm so hungry”.

I sat the tray down on the nightstand and, picking up the sausage and pepper platter tilted it towards her mouth, which began to open wider and wider, her jaw unhinging until her mouth was wider than the platter. I watched in horror as the entire contents slid down that huge maw, down her throat like children going down a slide, to be deposited somewhere within that great expanse of bulk.

“Good” she said in a somewhat stronger voice. “Good. More” she demanded. I opened up the family size bag of sour cream Doritos and brought it up to her face. Her arms feebly attempted to reach up to hold the bag, but her extreme body mass prevented her hand from getting anywhere near her face, keeping them a good foot to foot and a half away. She moaned and opened her mouth wide like a hippopotamus and I poured in the chips. She chewed in three huge grinds, swallowed, and the chips were gone.

“Umm good, good” she bellowed. “Thirsty, Daddy, thirsty.”

I poured the ice tea down her as she gulped greedily, chugging the whole jug, belched loudly and roared “Chicken! Chicken! Now!”

The chicken went into her salivating maw piece after piece, bones and all, her great jaws crunching the bones to powder.

“Umm good chicken. More chicken! More! More!”

She had eaten all there was. I started backing away from the bed, my arms out as if saying 'you've eaten it all, what more can I do?'

Elise kept bellowing “More! Food! More! Hungry!” her tiny arms waving. Then I watched in horror as the huge puddle of fat began to rumble. She was slowly turning her bulk sideways and then one tree trunk and then the other spilled over the edge of the bed. The next thing I knew her feet were on the floor and the mountain of flesh began to rise until she was indeed standing. Her hips and butt hung past her knees and her belly was still puddling on the ground in front of her.

“More! Now!” she bellowed in rage.

And as she moved towards me, huge open mouth dripping saliva, dragging her belly across the floor I fell backward and down, down, down . . . And woke up in a cold sweat.

I looked over at Elise, sleeping soundly beside me. She was on her side, facing me, her breasts and belly sagging into the sheets, her angelic face so content in her dreams.

I shuddered. What was I going to do?

It was clear to me that my mind was telling me that Elise's current course could lead to that nightmare scenario I had just dreamt. Look at the evidence I told myself. Here we were, not even married a year and she had gained over fifty pounds, and her rate of gain seemed to be accelerating, not slowing as I had heard happened as you grew bigger. Christ! Do the math! In ten years she'd be another five hundred pounds heavier: that's seven hundred pounds! And Elise was only five foot three!

I admit, I'm as guilty as she, for I love to watch her eat, and have encouraged her to do so. And besides, I've always been partial to a woman with some meat on her bones – oh, go on, admit it – you think she is prettier now at 190 plus than she was when you met her and she was only 125.

Yes, I argued with myself. But did I want to end up with the circus fat lady? Wasn't that taking things just a little too far?

I examined my feelings. Yes, there was a certain allure to a full-blown woman, regent in all her glory. Her huge belly, breasts and hips a testimony to her womanhood. But that mound of lard in the dream; I don't know what that represented – 1,000 or 1,500 or whatever – but that had gone beyond any semblance of womanhood. It was just a big pile of fat. And that, in my dream it was able to deny the laws of physics didn't help in the slightest.

So my decision: I had to slow, if not stop Elises' rate of gain. However, I had to accomplish it in such a way as to not deny her pleasures. There must be some way to cut down on her intake without making her miserable. I knew that exercising was going to help tone her up a bit, I just hoped that it wouldn't increase her appetite even more.

Maybe if I could convince her to cut down during the week, then we could still have our food play. Maybe I could convince her that it was unfair of her to pig out when I wasn't around to see it. Might work. It was at least worth a try.

BOOMERANG

Chapter 7

Subtlety was the key. I couldn't come right out and say 'Hey honey, we're going to have to start watching what you eat, 'cause I don't want you to get too fat'. That would open up all kinds of questions; how fat is too fat? Do you not love her? Don't you like the way she looks?

I really didn't feel I could adequately explain the situation; so, how to be subtle?

First I instituted the increased exercise regime. Going for morning walks on the days Elise had to work in the evenings, and when she worked days we would walk before having dinner. I tried to make these strolls as romantic as possible, the evening ones were especially nice as we got to see some gorgeous sunsets, as well as beautiful flora and fauna.

I also tried to mix in some swimming. Elise was a little reluctant at first; not having a suit that even close to fit her. But once that situation was rectified and she some initial shyness about her bulk, she started to enjoy it; the heatwave we were suffering through helping in no small measure.

This was a good start, but I had to start reducing her intake as well. First I decided to clean out her car. After emptying the back seat of what seemed to be a ton of fast food bags, I made mention that it wasn't fair for her to eat all these goodies when I wasn't around to watch. She took this in for a moment, weighing whether it was worth it to bring the stuff home, or if she should just control her cravings until she got home so she could act piggy in front of me. This seemed to bring a smile to her face. “You really do love to watch me eat don't you Daddy?”

“You know I do, darling.”

“OK. If I get a craving I promise I'll bring it home so you can watch, but only if you promise to get randy.”

“An easy promise to keep” I replied.

And so it began. Elise would come home from work with a couple of bacon, cheddar whoppers and an apple turnover. “Come watch,” she said as she came through the doorway, bag in hand.

Jesus! And I had already cooked a nice meal for her. This was not working at all.

Thinking quick I said 'hey, those whoppers smell good. Can I have a taste?” She shared a bite and then I'd ask for another, until she ended up sharing the whole meal with me.

We'd go out for a walk after the “snack” and then return home to heat up the casserole I'd made. I gave her a nice big helping, but I knew she'd want seconds and maybe thirds, so to eliminate the possibility I proclaimed I was famished and served myself a huge second helping, leaving only a small one for Elise. She didn't seem to mind, as it was more the thought of the second helping than the actual size of the serving that mattered.

The same thing happened on the days when she was home and did the cooking. I'd see the large pot of pasta and just knew that she'd feel compelled to finish off the whole thing, so to prevent it, I asked for seconds and thirds myself; even though I was feeling uncomfortably stuffed.

As the next couple of months went by it seemed that Elise was always coming through the door with something. A milkshake to share, a candy bar, whatever. And now it seemed that she anticipated sharing with me, seeming to enjoy the way we fed each other.

She also was coming home from work with 'bargain' jeans and slacks for me, never one to pass up a deal.

I felt like I was probably putting on a few pounds keeping them off of Elise, but it couldn't be too much because my pants still fit, though a couple of my shirts seemed to be getting a little tight around the middle. Still, I figured it was a small price to pay as Elise's weekly weigh ins were showing little to no weight gain over the last eight weeks, even though she had gorged herself at the buffet last week.

Last night she cooked a lasagna and had baked a batch of brownies for desert. She spooned us each a large helping and then seconds. There was still almost half a pan of the lasagna left when I noticed her glancing at it with lust. I reached over and grabbed to pan and set it on the table between us.

“Still hungry?” I queried.

“Umm, this is so good, if I do say so myself. Maybe I could just pick at a little more.” She countered.

“Here, let me help” as I forked over a bite.

We sat at the table and lovingly fed each other over the next half hour until the lasagna ' she was a no mo'. Leaning back away from the table, stuffed, I looked at her sparkling eyes and pointed my thumb towards the bedroom. Elise giggled and off we went.

After our bout of Olympian lovemaking, Elise told me she had rented a film to watch, so we moved to the viewing room, Elise making a pit stop at the kitchen to fetch the plate of brownies and a quart of buttermilk, which we shared while watching the film.

After the film's completion Elise was obviously feeling horny for she just about attacked me right there on the couch. I was still feeling so stuffed, but my manhood came through like a champ. In the afterglow she reached for the last couple of brownies and, popped one into her mouth and one into mine. The next morning was weigh in day, and the scale reported that Elise was up a pound to 198. She jiggled her jelly belly and laughed. “Ho boy, almost 200, who'd a thunk it.”

“Gotta admit, it looks good on you”.

“Keep sweet talking, lover. I've got the day off with nothing better to do than pillage your body.”

She got off the scale and gave me a deep, long kiss, then backed away and in a perplexed voice said, “Hey, wait a minute. I had to get up there on the scale, when is it your turn?”

Oh, I thought. She'd never asked that before. And funny, I'd never bothered to weigh myself, even though I seemed obsessed with her weight. I stepped on, looking down at my belly as if for the first time and listened for the digital voice. We both waited; it was as if the machine was sentient and was intentionally making us wait. Finally it gave up the goods: 245 pounds. I was a solid two hundred a little less than a year ago when we wed. I gave a close look at myself in the mirror. Why hadn't I noticed before? The lovehandles and paunch and the flabby breasts. Geez, was I going to have to start wearing a bra soon?

“Oops” I mumbled absently as I gazed down at the round expanse of my belly. “But my pants . . .” and then it dawned on me. Elise had been buying me bigger pants and getting rid of the smaller ones. I looked at her and she just shrugged and admitted, “ hey, so sue me if a girl doesn't want to eat alone”.

“But geez, don't you think I'm too fat. I mean I'm going back to the gym starting today and get back into shape”.

“Hold it there buster” she said as she patted my middle. “What makes you think that there's a problem?”

“But I . . .” I stammered, confused.

“Hey, what makes you think that you're the only one who likes a figure with a little meat on its' bones. I gotta tell ya, you're looking real sexy to me right now, big boy, your belly so big and round. C'mere and sweep me off my feet you big stallion”.

So I did, carrying her almost two hundred pounds back into the bedroom where we made steamy, passionate love, our bellies slapping loudly as we slammed together.

Awhile later, as we still lay in each other's arms, Elise whispered in my ear “Daddy, you know our anniversary is just around the corner”.

“Uh huh”.

“You know what I want. I want to go to the buffet”.

“That's not much of a present” I replied.

“No sugar, the present is I want to see you break my record”.

“What!” I exclaimed as I turned towards her, seeing the mischievous look in her eyes.

“That's right sugar, I get turned on by watching you eat too. I can't wait to see your belly swell up with all that food as I get all wet and horny, and then you making me wait and get even more turned on as you fork more food into your mouth. Ooh, I can just feel it already. We'll probably have to sneak into the bathroom for a quickie just so I don't jump you right there at the table. What do ya think Daddy? Can we do it” she breathed excitedly.

How can a guy refuse such a request?

I kissed her and held her soft body next to mine for a long long time, ever thankful that I had finally found the one.

The End