"Damn it!" called out my new bride from inside the bathroom. It was the whiny tone
of her voice that told me she must be on the scale again. "Damn it, damn it, damn it!" she
repeated. I could only smile at my beautiful young wife who I knew must be fretting over
her weight again.
"What is it hun?" I asked poking my head into the steamy bathroom where she had
just taken a shower. I found my bride standing on the scale in nothing but a towel. Her
bare feet and legs looked so beautiful with her bright red painted toenails. The anger in
her face made her look so cute especially with her wet hair thrown around her face.
"What is it dear?" I asked knowing what she would be complaining about.
"I've gained another 2 lbs!" she yelled almost screaming. I couldn't help but smile.
"That makes 9 lbs. that I've gained since we got married 3 weeks ago!" I can't say that I
hadn't noticed. Her slender body had grown more and more curvy over those 3 weeks.
And her breasts had enlarged ever so slightly. I can't say that I minded either. And she
was now only 125 lbs which made her perfect in my eyes.
"That's normal for new brides," I reassured. "Don't worry about it." Marissa was a
dream to me. She was so unbelievably sexy and I couldn't imagine what she saw in a guy
like me. We had met a year before at a fitness center I had joined to lose a few pounds.
She was an aerobics instructor there. We fell in love and were engaged 6 months later. I
could understand why a 9 pound weight gain could be a bit traumatic for such a health
conscious woman like Marissa, but I actually thought it was good for her. I did find it
odd, however, that she had gained a significant amount of weight in those three weeks.
She had begun dieting the minute she discovered she had gained a pound and with all the
exercising we did on our honeymoon, it seemed odd that she didn't lose 9 pounds!
Several days later, I woke up to a shriek from the bathroom once again. Concerned
that Marissa had hurt herself, I dashed out of bed and threw open the bathroom door. I
found my bride, sitting on the floor in nothing but a bra and an unbuttoned pair of jeans,
crying. "What's wrong, are you hurt!" I exclaimed reaching down and helping my
beautiful wife up from the floor.
"No, but...."she sobbed. I hugged her and held her head on my shoulder to console
her. "I...I can't fit into my jeans!" She pulled away from me and tried to button her tight
jeans but was not even able to come close. I was a bit surprised by her round belly that
seemed to have grown unusually large in the last few days. I hadn't noticed it in the dark
the past few nights. I thought it was strange, but unbelievably sexy.
"I'm sure it's nothing. You're probably just at that time of the month. Step on the
scale, you'll see it's nothing." Marissa stepped onto the scale with her cute bare feet and
screamed as the needle came to rest. "What?" I asked running over to her. I was nearly as
shocked as she was when I saw the needle come to rest on the 130 mark! She had piled
on 5 lbs in just a matter of days and a total of 15 lbs in the last 3 1/2 weeks!
Concerned I took her to the doctor, who concluded it was nothing but a little too
much overeating and not enough exercise. He didn't believe Marissa when she told him
that she'd eaten nothing but a few pieces of fruit in the last 3 days and had engaged in
sexual activity for several hours every night. "Impossible!" the doctor exclaimed and
gave Marissa a subscription for some diet pills to speed up her metabolism a bit. It
seemed odd to me why my beautiful, health-obsessed wife had eaten nothing but fruit for
days and still managed to put on weight. Marissa was nearly inconsolable as she went
through her wardrobe and discovered most of her clothes had grown tight if not too
small. Somehow, I was completely turned on by the larger body my young wife had
acquired and I found her more desirable now than when I had married her. She had a nice
little round tummy, a wider butt, sexier curves, and much larger breasts. Her face had
even rounded a bit. Even so Marissa insisted on taking twice the number of diet pills and
consuming nothing but two "power shakes" a day. Yet she continued to add a few more
pounds.
One night, around 2:45 AM, I awoke to a crashing noise in the kitchen. I reached over
to wake Marissa but found that she wasn't there beside me. A bit scared I grabbed my
trusty baseball bat and crept into the kitchen. To my surprise I found Marissa sitting on
the floor in front of the open refrigerator. As I approached I was shocked to see her
gobbling up one of my chocolate pudding cups. At her bare feet laid a half dozen empty
pudding containers. She had chocolate pudding dripping down from her face and it had
dripped onto her round breasts which were held in place by her sexy lingerie she had
forgotten to take off earlier that night. In disbelief I saw her reach for the large section of
our wedding cake which had lingered in our fridge for several weeks. I hadn't even
noticed how it had disappeared even without my eating much of it. Marissa laid the huge
section of cake, big enough for three people, onto her bare legs and began ripping
handfuls off and shoving the creamy treat into her mouth. I was somehow aroused by
watching my wife consume the entire amount of cake in a matter of a minute or two.
Creamy frosting was splattered all over her face and as she stood I saw how much her
stomach had swelled with all her eating.
I lingered in the darkness for fear that she'd see me. Why was my health crazed wife,
pigging out to an unhealthy level? She waddled over to the garbage and threw away the
empty pudding containers before washing off her face. As she walked back over to close
the fridge, she reached in and pulled out a jug of 2% milk and raised it to her succulent
lips. Marissa never ever drank anything but skim milk if she even drank it at all! She
swallowed down the milk with huge gulps. I could see her stomach swell a bit larger with
each enormous gulp. Finally she set the jug back into the refrigerator but not before she
had taken in nearly 2/3 of it! I had no time to run as she began to hurry back to the
bedroom. I only stood still in the darkness hoping she wouldn't see me. She ran right into
me and I didn't know what to say to her. To my surprise she maneuvered around me with
her hands, not saying a word and walked back into the bedroom. I followed her and
turned on the light to talk to her about it. The bright light did not affect her and as it
shined off her round stomach I was amazed how it made her look pregnant. Though her
eyes were open, the glazed over look they had told me she was sleep walking. She rubbed
her bulging belly seductively looking at herself in the mirror, then crept into bed and
closed her eyes!
The next morning I once again awoke to a shriek from the bathroom. I smiled
realizing that she was discovering the results of her sleep walking the night before. I
walked in to see her standing on the scale. The number rested on the 134 mark! My
happiness faded as I saw my precious wife's face streaked with tears. My heart broke to
see her that unhappy. "It's okay, honey," I reassured, "To tell you the truth, I find you
more attractive now than ever before!" I saw her eyes light up for a moment. "And if you
gained another 50 lbs I'd still find you incredibly desirable!" I could sense she felt more
reassurance but was not totally convinced. "But I can't go back to work 20 lbs heavier
than when I left!" she whined. "Why do you have to go back to work, I make more than
enough for the both of us." I said. I saw her frown disappear as she wiped away her tears,
realizing she didn't need to lose the weight. "I still wanna try to get my old body back,"
she said walking out of the room.
That afternoon I went for a three mile jog with Marissa. I enjoyed watching her
plumper body bounce with each stride. She was even more gorgeous and only a fool
would call her chubby but I could notice the extra poundage. Her thighs seemed to rub
together ever so slightly now. Marissa took three diet pills that day and ate nothing but an
apple. I told her I would go out to eat to keep her from feeling tempted to cheat on her
crash diet. I pulled out of the McDonald's parking lot with a bag of 5 Big Macs to go. I
put the bag right in the front of the refrigerator realizing that Marissa in her anorexic
mindset would not go near it...at least while she was awake!
That night I didn't sleep. I went to bed past 1 AM and laid in bed next to my beautiful
wife hoping she would soon arise and sleepwalk to the kitchen. As I felt movement in the
bed next to me I looked at the clock and it read 2:43 AM. My hungry wife had risen from
the bed and was staggering toward the kitchen. I hoped to God she would see the Big
Macs! I stood in the shadows and watched as my darling discovered the calorie laden
burgers in the fridge. She pulled the bag out as well as the last two pudding cups and a
bottle of chocolate syrup. She plopped her growing body down onto the floor and laid the
food on her bare legs. Unwrapping a Big Mac she gobbled the cold burger up quickly. I
had never seen Marissa eat a Big Mac before. After the third burger went down the hatch
she wrenched off her T-shirt, exposing her bare breasts and soft, squishy tummy. My how
her breasts had grown. She had a hard time fitting into her C cup anymore. As she sat,
her pudgy stomach hung over the elastic of her pink lace underwear by an inch or two. I
was amazed by how fast she consumed her enormous meal. In less than ten minutes she
had packed away all five Big Macs.
I knew it was time to test Marissa's altered state of mind. I walked over to my
precious wife and touched her arm. She turned her head toward me but her eyes did not
meet mine. She was sound asleep. I helped lift her off the floor and I led her to a chair. I
placed the two chocolate pudding cups and the chocolate syrup in front of her. Glancing
down at the fattening delights, she ripped open the pudding and raised it above her head.
Tilting her head back, she shook the cup vigorously, forcing the pudding to ooze into her
mouth. After tossing the two empty cups aside, Marissa screwed off the cap and placed
her luscious lips onto the bottle. I saw her throat swallowing the chocolate goo in big
gulps. In a matter of seconds, the entire bottle was gone. She leaned back in the chair and
and rubbed her expanding stomach and touched her breasts in ecstasy. I rushed to the
open fridge to find something else for my bulging beauty to eat, but before I could find
anything she had thrown the empty wrappers and pudding cups away and stumbled back
to bed.
The next morning I was awoke by a firm shake on my shoulder. "What is it Marissa?"
I asked looking at my obviously angry wife. "What happened to the scale?" she shouted. I
smiled, "Marissa, I've decided that you're too weight obsessed so I took it away and hid it.
I don't think it's helping you, I think the scale is psyching you out! If you wanna lose
weight, just do everything the doctor told you and then in a few weeks you can step on
the scale again and see how much progress you've made."
I decided not to accompany Marissa on her jog that night after I got home from the
office. I had work to do. I emptied her bottle of diet pills into the garbage disposal and
refilled them with vitamin C pills. They looked identical. I decided that the diet pills,
though obviously not effective, were hindering my bulging beauty's potential. It was
decided in my mind that Marissa would be gaining quite a bit more weight in the
following weeks and months. I stopped by the grocery store and filled a cart with all the
fattening treats I could find, checking the labels carefully to pick out only the most
fattening brands. Then I swung by the local department store and bought several pairs of
jeans in various sizes. They were nearly identical to the one's Marissa had at home only
quite a bit larger and therefore able to mask her growing size.
When I returned home, I discovered a note from my bride telling me she had gone to
work out at the gym where she used to work. I took this opportunity to stuff the
cupboards and refrigerator full of all the delectable goodies. I had bought so much I had
to stuff a lot of it in the broom closet and put some of it in the basement. Then I switched
Marissa's size 6 jeans in the closet with a few pairs of the size 10 jeans I just bought,
making sure to rip off the tags.
That night, like clockwork, at 2:46 AM I awoke to the sound of my wife in the
kitchen. I walked into the kitchen, trying not to be overly noisy but not hiding my
presence. It had been a very hot night, and she sat on the floor in nothing but a bra and
panties. She was so beautiful! Her pudgy legs were laid flatly pressed against the floor
and her newly formed love handles spilled over the sides of her panties. Her bra looked
extremely tight and pressed her swelling breasts together tightly. Her cute tummy had a
distinct roll as she hunched over her feast of a package of hot-dogs.
One by one she swallowed down the wieners almost without chewing. She pounded
down 3 packages of pure fat while taking breaks to gulp down mouthfuls of the whole
milk I had bought that day. Oh how sexy she was! She attacked a six pack of yogurt next,
spilling some of it onto her beautiful olive skin. When she had finished she began to
clean up and as I saw her rub her incredibly bulging belly I realized she was heading back
towards the bedroom. Quickly I opened the cupboards and threw boxes and bags of
fattening treats onto the table. Marissa turned and staggered back to the table, sitting
down and opening a box of Swiss cake rolls. Shoving each one in her mouth whole, she
consumed the entire box in minutes. Next she tore into a bag of oreo cookies and shoved
two in her mouth at a time, grunting, moaning, and burping from time to time. After
nearly half the bag was gone, I set an open bag of jelly donuts in front of her. She ate
three of the enormous donuts, smearing filling all over her face. I could not imagine how
anyone could possibly eat so much.
As she finished the last donut, she spoke the only word she had ever spoken while
asleep: more! Excited I rushed to the the cupboard and brought back a box of chocolates.
Marissa attacked it ravenously and shoveled the chocolates into her mouth. She
swallowed such large mouthfuls I was afraid she'd choke. I laid a bottle of chocolate milk
in front of her and she gulped down over one third of it. I loved watching her belly
expand with every gulp. Her stomach had swollen to a previously unmatched size with
the ungodly amounts of food it contained. Concerned for her well-being I tried to lead her
back to the bedroom but she shouted "More!" She munched on more oreos while I
searched the freezer for ice cream. Laying the ice cream in front of her, she plunged her
hands into the rocky road and gobbled up the entire quart! Finally, after finishing the rest
of the oreos. She cleaned up after herself and rubbed her stomach which appeared 6
months pregnant after her huge feast and waddled back to bed.
I awoke early that following morning and went to work without waking my sleeping
beauty. When I returned that night, I was surprised to find her laying on the couch eating
a couple chocolate chip cookies she had just baked. "Why didn't you go for a jog? I asked
stunned by her eating a cookie while awake. She smiled, "Well, I'm rewarding myself, I
went into the closet today and tried on those jeans again! They fit! I barely scrunched into
them but they fit!" Marissa stood up and spun around showing me her accomplishment. I
was shocked to see that she had already grown into her size 10 jeans. Her stomach was
spilling over on all sides and her love handles were obvious under her tight shirt which
had been a bit baggy weeks before. Her now large ass was nearly breaking through the
seat of her pants and her face looked so much rounder. I swore I saw a double chin
forming. "I don't get it, I think I feel fatter, but I fit into my jeans now!" I smiled and
replied, "You look thinner, it's all in your mind!" She swallowed down the rest of her
cookie. "I needed a cookie, it's been so long! And I figure I'll just take an extra diet
pill...they work wonders!"
This pattern continued for the next few weeks. Every night around a quarter to three,
my bride binged for an hour! All the food and the bigger jeans I bought took a chunk out
of my budget, but it was worth it. Every day I could notice her progress. She was pleased
to advance into a D cup and soon have that grow tight. Her obvious weight gain was
passed off by me as being all in her mind. She looked so thin I told her!
One night, after an unusually large binge which included two entire apple pies and an
entire gallon of chocolate milk. I led my sleeping beauty to the scale which I retrieved
from my hiding spot in my hunting closet. Her toes look so cute as she mindlessly
stepped on it. My how her red painted toenails were being swallowed by her newly
acquired flesh. I was ecstatic to see the needle come to rest on the 159 lb. mark! My 5'4
wife was 159 lbs! She had piled on 25 lbs in a little over 2 weeks. The 3 meals she began
eating every day to reward herself for fitting into her jeans (which were now size 16)
helped out a lot! Her double chin had now fully taken form! Her thighs were so round
and soft, and her disproportionately large butt had begun to dimple! Her stomach had
swelled so beautifully and was constantly converting food to fat. Her love handles were
enjoyed by me the most! How curvy and soft they were. Her body was always so warm!
Her chubby fingers would not allow her to remove her ring! Her breasts had grown
another cup size larger! Sex was incomparable!
One morning, I found my wife sitting at the table eating a stack of pancakes soaked
in butter and syrup. I said nothing to her as I made my toast. After gulping down the
entire stack she drank a cup of chocolate milk and pulled a candy bar out of the
cupboard. "What are you doing?" I asked shocked by her strange behavior. "I finally
figured it all out!" she exclaimed. I nibbled on my toast nervously. "I knew I was getting
fatter! I mean look at me! But I thought just maybe it wasn't as bad as I thought. Well,
honey! You forgot to take the tag out of these jeans! She stood up and motioned to her
incredibly tight size 20 jeans." I swallowed hard. "And the last few months I've dreamt I
was eating and eating and eating. I guess I really was! I found the scale!" She pulled out
the scale from beneath the table and while plopping the rest of the candy bar into her
mouth, stepped onto it with her adorably chubby bare feet. It rested on 177 lbs.
"Marissa, I'm sorry!" I began. "Just listen," she replied, approaching me. "I have
noticed how great the sex has been between you and me. It's unreal. I think it has
something to do with my plumping body! I've decided that if I'm gonna be fat, then I
might as well eat this stuff when I can actually remember tasting it." She pulled out a
plate of cookies from the cupboard and began to munch on one. She walked up to me,
her wide hips swaying. "I love you!" she whispered. I wrapped my arms around her as she
chewed her cookie and placed my hands on her enormous ass which was barely
contained by the jeans. I tugged at them wishing to have Marissa right then and there.
She backed away, "You're not getting into these pants until you feed me so much that
they pop open!" She smiled and rushed over to a plate of cookies and laid her plump
body on the counter. Even laying on her back, her bulging stomach still rose high in the
air. I sat on the chair next to her and fed her cookie after cookie. She ate a bit slower
awake, but with even more fervor. She frequently moaned and grunted. After she packed
home over a dozen cookies she motioned for the cupboard. I emptied out a box of
Hostess cupcakes, a box of twinkies, two boxes of Swiss cake rolls, and a six pack of kit
kat bars onto the counter next to her. "Do you want all this?" I teased, realizing it was
more than even she could eat. "Mmm hmm." she said opening her mouth. I opened the
wrappers one by one and I could see the anticipation in Marissa's face. I shoved an entire
twinkie in her mouth and she slowly chewed it and swallowed. Then a cupcake. She
slowly chewed and swallowed. "Is that the best you can do?" I teased, incredibly horny. A
look of determination crossed Marissa's face.
She sat up and ripped off her shirt! Her stomach bulged out in front as her large
thighs were flattened against the counter top. She reached down to the pile of unwrapped
twinkies, cupcakes, and other treats. She grabbed a twinkie in each hand and shoved a
whole one in her mouth, quickly chewing and swallowing and then shoved the other in.
She ravenously attacked the pile, eating faster than I'd ever seen her eat before. She had a
look of determination on her face and she let all inhibitions go as she stuffed herself
indulgently! "C'mon, you're eating too slow!" I teased, and smiled as she shoved two
hostess cupcakes in her mouth at once! For the next 2 hours Marissa ate and ate! I would
hold her and feed her when she got tired. She consumed a box of twinkies, a box of
cupcakes, all six Kit Kat bars and 1 1/2 boxes of Swiss cake rolls. I was so proud of her
but I could tell by the look on her face that she was completely full. Her stomach had
swollen dramatically, and overflowed the edge of her jeans by inches but they had not
popped open.
"Okay, Marissa, you did a great job! But that's enough don't you think?" She reached
up and grabbed the back of my neck and kissed me passionately. The taste of chocolate
on her thick lips was overwhelming. She leaned back and I was amazed by the roundness
of her face. She whispered, "More!" Laying on the countertop, her bare belly raising to the
sky! I fed her the remaining six Swiss cake rolls slowly and gently. When she finished I
told her, "Okay dear, you'd best stop." She only whispered, "More!" She jumped off the
countertop and went to the fridge, opening a package of bologna and stuffed three slices
in her mouth at a time! Something unnatural had possessed her body and she started on a
package of hot-dogs after the bologna had disappeared! In the next 10 minutes she ate all
8 hot-dogs! I could not imagine how her stomach could possibly contain all this food. I
walked over to her and wrapped my arms around her. I could feel her stomach pressing
upon her jeans so tightly I knew she was about ready to burst.
She reached into the fridge and pulled out a half full jug of chocolate milk. Raising it
to her lips she leaned back to let the milk flow quickly into her mouth. I watched her
tummy expand even more with every gulp. When she had only a mouthful left, I saw her
look at me seductively, she gulped the milk into her mouth and swished it around in her
mouth, somehow realizing something big was about to take place. She slowly swallowed
the milk and the button of her jeans violently shot off, landing in the refrigerator. Her
overstuffed stomach bulged out another 6 inches as the pressure of her jeans was
released. I approached her and she had an excited look on her face. I kissed her
passionately and unzipped her jeans the rest of the way, allowing 2 more inches of room
for her stomach to bulge. We proceeded to have the best sex of our lives!
Our one year wedding anniversary was a big deal to Marissa. We went to Jamaica to
celebrate. I'll never forget how beautiful she looked as she walked out from the bedroom
wearing her new bikini! My how lovely my 5'4, 253 lb. wife looked in the tiny pink string
bikini. Her lovely waistline had grown over 15 inches wider and her legs had plumped so
round and softly. Her ass had doubled in size and her breasts were now DDD cups. She
was so tan and lovely. I must say that she was the sexiest chick on the beach. We had
some fun with the exotic Jamaican food and Marissa indulged herself more than usual;
so much that despite our nightly bedroom romps, I was happy to find out that our 10 day
vacation had caused her to put on 7 more lbs and return home a voluptuous 260 lb.
beauty! What a year it had been...our marriage was heaven,...but I knew there was more
growth yet to come! How I loved my sleeping beauty!