~BBW, Extreme Eating, ~SWG - A new wife goes from thin to fat while sleep-eating!
"No! It CAN'T BE! No! No! No!!" shouted 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.
"This just can't be happening! Not now!" 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 very 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 curvier 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; 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 that 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 on 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 lay a half-dozen empty pudding containers. She had chocolate pudding dripping down from her face and onto her round breasts which were held in place by the 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 sleepwalking. 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 sleepwalking 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 five 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 lay 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 that 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 of the chocolate syrup 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 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."
Sleeping Beauty
by Anonymous
"No! It CAN'T BE! No! No! No!!" shouted 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.
"This just can't be happening! Not now!" 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 very 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 curvier 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; 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 that 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 on 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 lay a half-dozen empty pudding containers. She had chocolate pudding dripping down from her face and onto her round breasts which were held in place by the 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 sleepwalking. 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 sleepwalking 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 five 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 lay 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 that 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 of the chocolate syrup 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 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."
