The Weight of a Marriage

[Ledebonaire]

    It was finally the day, after five years of dating Clint was marrying his girlfriend Evaline. They had met in college crossing paths in the gym. Clint had been on the Lacrosse team and Eva had run cross country. Both of them had been walking into the squat rack, Clint’s head turned talking to a buddy and Eva looking for just the right song on her phone to get her pumped. They had walked right into each other and the rest was history. Clint now stood proud on the altar, dressing in his tuxedo, broad shoulders and v tapered body accentuated, beaming with pride as he looked over all the friends and family that had come to celebrate their special day with the new husband and wife to be. 

    After a brief moment of silence, music began to que and Clint saw his future wife emerge from the double doors at the far end of the chapel. Her silky blonde hair reflected the light as her perfect skin glowed in the light penetrating the windows. She made her way to the altar slowly, flashing a reserved and sheepish smile as her slim athletic legs took dainty steps forward. Eva’s modest bust was enhanced by the elegant white wedding dress and superior push up bra she had selected. Most would consider her dainty, a bit bashful, and very modest. Clint and Eva’s eyes crossed and the two lovers emitting an air of passion.

    The ceremony was simple but elegant with Clint and Eva exchanging their vows and sharing their first kiss as husband and wife. Their friends and family clapped and cheered as they proceeded back towards the exit. Clint passed his father on the right who clapped him hard on the shoulder smiling with pride. The couple continued their exit as they then passed Eva’s mother. Clint had a quick double take as at first glance the woman seemed to be muttering something and upon seeming him almost appeared to hold him in contempt. Upon reinspection she had a warm smile and he chalked it off to the emotions of the day playing a tick upon his eyes. 

    Clint and Eva exited the chapel and got into the back of the car waiting for them at the cusp of the road. As they sat down Eva lay her head on Clint’s shoulder and let out a contented sigh. 

    “I Hope you dance better than the last time we were at a wedding Clint, everyone will be watching this time” Eva giggled. 

    Clint placed his arm around Eva and rested his hand on her hip as he gave her a small peck on the lips. “I’m more worried about the cake and booze ruining my macros for the week” He chuckled back.

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    The newlyweds made their way around to their guests at the various tables of the reception hall, taking photos and participating in the occasional toast and kiss as demanded. Clint and Eva made their way to the table with her father. “Oh honey, you look so beautiful in that dress, I can’t believe how the time has gone by.” The middle-aged man began. 

    As Eva’s father began to reminisce, she whispered into Clint’s ear “Babe could you go and grab my contact case from Samantha, my eyes are getting dry.”

    “Sure thing.” Clint replied.

    As Clint made his way across the reception, he did a scan of the room to make sure everyone was enjoying themselves. His eyes again landed on Eva’s mother Sabrina. He remembered Eva telling him that her parents had divorced not long after she had been born and her mother had not taken it well. Sabrina had a look of distracted focus as again her lips moved mumbling something. As he passed, he caught the trailing end of whatever she was saying “…. marriage is transformative, placing a great weight on some…….” Before he passed by and couldn’t hear anymore. Clint retrieved the contact lens case and returned to his bride as she was finishing with her father.

    The evening carried on and Clint and Eva were seated at the head table as the meals were brought out. A plate with a sizzling steak and side of asparagus was placed in front of Clint, in front of Eva was placed a large fried chicken breast with an overly generous portion of lobster mac and cheese. 

    “They must have messed up my meal, I ordered the fish” Eva exclaimed. 

    “I’ll say something,” Clint said as he stood up.

    “No, I don’t want to make a scene, besides what better day to have a cheat day on?” she smiled.

    The duo began to eat, enjoying the overpriced work of the reception’s chefs. Clint was cutting another piece of steak off when he began to hear smacking and chewing beside him. Eva was shoveling bites of chicken and pasta into her mouth at a rapid pace, chewing and swallowing. He wasn’t the only one to notice, with a few guests glancing over from their own meals to see the slender woman inhale the fatty foods. “She must have skipped breakfast this morning” Clint thought to himself before his thought was interrupted. 

    “BBBBUUUURRRRRPPPP” Eva’s face was glowing red, her hand covered her mouth in embracement. 

    Everyone in the reception hall paused for a second before pretending not to have heard the gluttonous blech of the bride. Eva wiped her face with a napkin before resuming eating at a normal pace. “God I’m so embarrassed, I don’t know what came over me” 

    “What was that you were saying earlier about making a scene?” Clint chuckled.

    “You Suck.” Eva smiled as she lovingly pushed him.

    After the plates were cleared away the lights changed and music filled the venue. Clint and Eva shared their first dance before the music changed to an upbeat pop hit and the guests joined in on the fun. All the standard wedding fare was played to get everyone engaged along with some of Clint and Eva’s favorites. As the music began to slow down Eva spoke into Clint’s ear “I think that dinner was a bit much for me, I’ve got to use the ladies’ room, be back as soon as possible.” She left him with a kiss and made her way off.

    As a slow dance song came up Clint found himself face to face with Sabrina, Eva’s mother. “May I have this dance?” she asked him.

    “It’d be my pleasure.” He said as internally he grimaced. Sabrina was nothing like her daughter. While they were of similar height, Sabrina must have weighed at least three times as much as the slender beauty. Her skin was pale, and she sported a massive gut that stuck out and sagged down and was capped off with a thick padded shelf butt that Clint could only guess helped the woman’s paunch from keeping her falling face first into the ground. 

    As Clint placed his hand onto what he assumed to be Eva’s mother’s waist he felt rolls of flesh as his fingers sank into the soft excess flesh. He took a deep breath and began to dance with the rotund woman.

    “Clint, I know you and Eva have been together a long time now, but marriage is a real test of a man’s character.” As they stepped and turned in the next part of the dance, Sabrina’s belly pressed into Clint. The soft doughy midsection jiggling. “When I married Eva’s father, I must have been not much bigger than her, and things went well at first.”

    “Yeah, I’m sure.” Clint thought sarcastically to himself.

     “But not everything is how you expect it to be. When I got pregnant with Eva, I gained a quiet a bit of weight, and even after she was born wasn’t able to lose it. I found out that he was more concerned with his image than me. I hope that you never put my daughter through something like that, because your relationship is going to carry a lot of weight.” Sabrina ended placing a specific emphasize on the last word, looking him straight in the eyes as that word reverberated and seemed to echo.

    “I don’t think anything like that is going to happen, you've got nothing to worry about.” Clint spoke.

    Not more than a few seconds later Clint felt a hand on his arm, and she saw Eva pulling him away. The evening carried on into the night with all of the couple’s friends and family slowly petering out. After everyone was gone the newlyweds were finally able to return home to their apartment, eager to consummate their marriage and prepare for their upcoming honeymoon.

 

[Ledebonaire]

    Clint and Eva lay together in bed, Eva laying her head on Clint’s defined chest and she ran her finger up and down the contour of his shoulder. The two had just spent the last thirty minutes entangled, finishing with a satisfactory climax from both parties. The apartment was tastefully decorated in a Scandinavian style with clean minimalist furniture. The apartment was well kept and clean with the walls being decorated with the couple’s various athletic achievements. Eva worked as a trainer at a local gym and the closet was filled with various kettlebells, yoga matts, and resistance bands. 

    “I’m going to grab a glass of water, want one?” asked Clint.

    “Sure” Eva yawned, stretching her arms into the air. 

    Clint made his way out into the hall from the bedroom towards the kitchen. He grabbed two glasses from the mostly empty cupboards. The couple tried to avoid any foods that were not fresh or preserved. He then opened the refrigerator and began pouring water out of a filter within. The fridge was stocked full of vegetables, fruits, berries, nuts, and a smattering of protein shakes. After finishing with the kitchen. Clint returned to the bedroom. As he went to hand Eva her glass, he noticed that she had already fallen asleep. He set the glass down on the nightstand and began to drink from his own glass. 

    He took in the sight of his wife laying naked. She was gorgeous to him, a small, firm tight ass, and not an ounce of fat on her slender runner’s frame. Her hips were framed on either side by her lithe waist and toned thighs. His mind flashed back to the conversation with Eva’s mother, but he dismissed it. There was no way his athletic active wife could balloon like that whale of a woman.

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    The rays of sunlight touched down through the glass of the bedroom window and on to Clint’s face. He stretched his arms over his head and let out a light yawn. He turned to his new wife, hoping to continue some of the fun from last night, pulling the covers from her. Clint was stopped cold, unable to move or speak from what he saw in front of him. There is no way the woman in front of him was his wife. For the past five years as he had taken her from behind, he had enjoyed the tight firm ass of a runner, smacking it yielded no jiggle or wobble. This woman’s ass was packed with fat and caked in a layer of cellulite giving it a slight dimpled appearance. The pussy that should have been easily visible was buried under overstuffed thighs that were bookended by a pair of fleshy hips. The woman’s back sat below the puffed-out butt and sported two rolls under her sloppy plump arms. That wasn’t even the worst part. The Woman’s entire body was covered in stretch marks, showing how much of a pig this girl had been.

    Just then a rumbling came from the woman’s stomach and she emitted a long stifled belch. breaking Clint from his suspended state. He was absolutely disgusted; how could anyone allow their body to come to such a state he asked. He got up from the bed and began to don a robe he had hanging. 

    Eva’s voice grumbled from the body of the obese fatty “Clint sweetie, get back in bed.” With that said the figure in the bed rolled over revealing a massive belly divide into two halves covering up her entire pubic region with stretch marks emanating from what Clint assumed was her belly button, although he couldn’t see it between the rolls. But as she rolled Clint saw the face of the woman, wreathed in golden blonde hair. The dainty nose, pouty lips, and ocean blue eyes were that of Eva. However now instead of defined cheeks, and heart shaped chin, her face was chubby, with a slight second chin burying the model like features. As Eva looked up at Clint, she saw the distress in his eyes.

    “What’s wrong Clint?” She asked.

    “You’re…. You’re huge….” He could only stammer.

    Eva looked down at her now corpulent form, hesitated, and grabbed the double D cup breasts sagging atop her gut. Her once tiny flat nipples were more than double in size and puffy. She dropped them as they then smacked against her paunch sending a wave through her adipose rippling across her body as tears began to stream down her face. Her once tan glowing skin was now pale as she began to cry.

    “What’s happened to me Clint?” She sobbed, sending more of her body into a jiggle.

    Clint sat back down on the bed and placed his arm around her, finding it now was unable to completely surround her.

    “My god, she has to be at least three hundred pounds now.” Clint thought to himself. 

    “Don’t worry babe, we will go to the doc and get this all sorted, worst case scenario I can be your personal trainer and you’ll be back to your old self in no time.”

    As he spoke, Clint could feel the warmth emitting from the soft flesh his arm and hand sank into. While the sensation was pleasant, he was left confused and withdrew his arm and got up. “I’ll get the doctor on the phone and get an appointment right away.”

[Ledebonaire]

    Eva cried nearly the entire car ride over to Doctor Michaels office. Even after borrowing a pair of oversized sweatpants and hoodie from Clint, nothing came close to covering all of the excess flesh she had accumulated, and her belly sagged over the waistband of the sweatpants, resting between each chunky thigh. Each turn and slight dip in the road would send ripples through her flab.  As they entered the reception of the Doctor’s office Eva did her best to try and pull the hoodie down over her belly as she tried to quickly waddle out of sight of any onlookers. 

    When they were finally able to meet Doctor Michaels, he cocked an eyebrow but kept a professional manner. He ran the normal array of tests, blood pressure, height and weight, pulse and heartbeat, and drew a few vials of blood for testing. When he was done with his checkup, he invited the couple into his office. He stood behind a standing desk and made a few clicks of his mouse to bring up Eva’s medical history.

    “Mrs. Jager, I know you're very concerned about a bit of weight gain, but after reviewing your medical history and doing the checkup I have to tell you I’m not that concerned. Your blood pressure and labs look good, and while you do need to diet and exercise more, a gain of fifty pounds since your last checkup two years ago isn’t unheard of.” The Doctor was cut off by Eva.

    “What do you mean fifty pounds?” She exclaimed. “I’m nearly as large as my mother, I’m a fitness trainer, I was in peak condition two days ago!” 

    “Mrs. Jager, you’ve just had some big life events, getting married is not a small thing, you’ve likely been under a lot of stress preparing for your big day. If you have a honeymoon planned, I recommend getting a lot of rest and relaxation. Bring your stress levels down and begin a regimen of diet and exercise and I think that will do a world of good.” Dr. Michaels said as he typed on his laptop and then closed it. “Now I hate to run but I’ve got my ten thirty appointment now, see heather in reception if you need any follow ups.”

    And just like that the couple was left confused and upset at how their world continued to be turned upside down. 

    “Come on Eva, another half mile, lets go!” Clint shouted as he waved his arm forward.

    “Please…. Please…. slow, slow down Clint. I just can’t.” Eva panted as sweat poured down her face, taking several quick shallow breaths wheezing.

    Eva shuffled to a nearby bench and sat down. She looked absolutely ridiculous in a pair of leggings and tank top that displayed eve roll and fold, completely drenched in sweat. She had been trying hard to find clothes that would hide as much of her body as possible, but it was a wasted effort. Over the past week on Clint’s insistence, they had been going to the gym or trying to run in the park. She had found she was still able to lift a decent amount of weight, and had retained much of her flexibility, but her once boundless stamina and endurance were completely gone. She was not able to make it much longer than two minutes on the treadmill doing a light jog. 

    She had been eating nothing but salads, egg whites, raw vegetables, with sides of green tea and water, but after each meal her new mountainous stomach would roar in displeasure, demanding a more substantial meal. It was hard to not let loose, but she had a reserve of willpower to persevere.  

    Clint sat down beside her, a sad look flashing briefly on his face before he perked back up. “Don’t worry, we will get you back in top shape, it’ll just take time.” 

    She looked back at him. He was right, she couldn’t quit yet, she knew what she was capable of. “I was thinking of what the Doctor said, maybe some rest and relaxation is what we do need, and it would be a shame to waste our deposit for Fiji….” She trailed off upon saying it. “I Think it’ll let me get my nerves right and come at this even harder!”

    “Maybe your right babe” Clint said, stroking his chin. “We should still be trying to make the most of our honeymoon regardless of the surrounding circumstances.” Although he would never admit it to Eva, her transformation had him tangled and in disarray. He still loved her, but he had never imagined being the husband of a fat wife. Holding her now was off-putting and made him uncomfortable, but he set that aside to comfort her as best he could. They hadn’t had sex since the night of their wedding, and while her face still had a kind of beauty, what would his friends and family say when they saw this blimped up version of Eva? Clint cast aside these thoughts and tried to be a good husband. “We should start packing, we only have two days before that flight heads out.”

[Ledebonaire]

    Eva swayed her wide hips back and forth as she waddled towards the moving walkway at the airport. She breathed a sigh of relief as the belted walkway took over the effort of moving her three-hundred-pound body forward. “No wonder fat women hate exercise so much; everything takes four times the effort.” She thought to herself. She didn’t mention to Clint that the past two mornings she had skipped her morning calisthenics, the effort just seemed so momentous, especially at such an early hour of the morning. She promised herself that she would make up for it later.

    As the walkway moved her farther through the terminal, the rich scents and aromas of fatty fried foods and greasy sandwiches came from the fast-food restaurants littering the sides of the upcoming concourse. As the smells hit Eva’s nose her soft doughy midsection let out a greedy rumble as it gurgled a complaint. “God it just doesn’t stop, I’m always hungry now…”. As the conveyor came to an end, she stumbled a bit on the lip as Clint reached out to stabilize her. He smiled down at her and she smiled back and began again to walk. With each step her pillowy thighs loaded with fluffy chub rubbed together, chafing the poor sweatpants she was wearing. She had ordered a series of billowy clothes from online that wouldn’t hug and grip her plump figure so tightly. The result was that while before her style had been preppy and smart, with lots of form fitting athletic wear, she now looked like a sloppy college student spending all morning sleeping in.

    As they reached the center of the concourse Clint’s phone began to ring. He picked it up and stared at the display. “Oh crap, that’s right, Devin at the Bristol office needed me to walk him through some of the new project developments, it’ll just be a few minutes babe.” Clint said as he picked up the phone and sat down at an open table. As he began to converse on the phone Eva looked around, again her stomach let out a dull roar and demanded to be recognized. Nearby was a burger restaurant with no line. “Well, a small snack won’t hurt, maybe just a grilled chicken sandwich.” 

    Eva made her way to the employee working the counter and gazed up at the menu. Looking over the selections her mind glazed over the calorie counts as her mouth began to water at the thought of warm crisp fried potatoes and a juicy sizzling beef patty smothered in cheese. Before the attendant could even take her order, she blurted out “I’ll have two double cheeseburgers with extra bacon, an extra-large fry, and a large coke.” After the words left her lips she was stunned. What had just happened? 

    She was about to retract the order when the attendant called back to the kitchen. “Two stackers with pork, XL munchies, and a large coke”. 

    In what seemed like an instant a tray was placed in front of her with the substantial meal. She looked back across the concourse to see Clint was still deeply involved in his conversation and was not paying attention. She quickly paid for the meal and walked to a nearby table. She set the tray down and forced her thick ass into the undersized seat. She unwrapped one of the burgers, eyeing it guiltily. “You’re never going to slim back down eating one of these.” She thought. Again, the smell of the cooked meat and cheese attacked her nostrils and her bulging belly moaned. In a split-second Eva shoved the Burger into her face, grease smearing on the chubby cheeks. In a flash the burger was gone as she began to inhale the fries, taking sips of coke in-between to try and satiate the urges of her rapacious tummy. 

    When the food was gone a deep wave of guilt and shame washed over her. She had never given into temptations like this in her life. It made her feel confused and bewildered as she quickly wiped her face with a napkin and shoved the waste into the trash. As she began to walk back towards Clint, head hung in shame her own phone began to ring. Glancing at it she saw that it was her mother calling. 

    “Hi mom, what’s up?” She asked, picking up the phone.

    “Hi dear, just calling to check in on you, making sure everything is going okay, you’re on your way to your honeymoon, today right?” 

    “Yeah, we’re at the airport now, sorry I haven’t chatted lately, I’ve been feeling a bit…. offbeat the last week or so.” Eva bluffed.

    “Oh sweetie, just let me know if you need anything, I know how hard it can be being a newlywed, sometimes you just have to treat yourself, and not care about the consequences to stay sane.”

    They spoke for a few more seconds before Eva hung up. A bit of relief came to her and she completely forgot the guilt of eating just prior. As she walked by a newsstand and her eyes spotted a candy bar, she thought that It would be nice to have something sweet to balance out all the salt.

[Ledebonaire]

    Air travel had never been something that Eva had to question before, but now it was blindingly obvious the seat she had been crammed into was not intended for BMIs double over what they should be. She and Clint shared an aisle consisting of two seats towards the center of the aircraft. Eva’s doughy ass was jammed into the tiny seat, and the arm rests had to be raised to accommodate her wobbly love handles, which now spilled across onto Clint. The mound of fat that was now her belly sat atop her thunderous thighs and filled much of the free space between the seat in front of her. Eva was more than a bit uncomfortable and anxious, with beads of sweat tracking down.

    Clint could feel his wife’s blubber oozing over onto him. Her sweat made her stick to him even as every little motion caused the skin to ripple. A slender flight attendant walked up the center aisle and Clint oversaw the look of disgust on her face as she glanced over the newlyweds causing a warm slathering of embarrassment. Things only became more awkward as the flight departed on its over 10-hour journey across the ocean. Eva’s stomach had begun to groan soon after takeoff. 

     “Babe, is something wrong, do you need to get up and use the bathroom or something?” Clint Asked.

    “Umm, no, I think I’m just a little nervous and it’s making me a bit hungry...” She said, not wanting to look at him knowing she had snuck two candy bars before even getting on the plane. 

    Eva’s protesting stomach continued to increase in volume, drawing the attention of more than a few of their fellow passengers, some snickering to themselves and others trying to ignore her. As the first service cart came by Eva helped herself to two Dr. Peppers, a bag of chips, and a bag of skittles. Clint shook his head, what was happening to his wife, her willpower was eroding. Before Clint could even finish his water, she had devoured the chips and skittles and was working on her soda. As she began to guzzle the second can Clint remarked “Hun, don’t you think you’re overdoing it just a tad?”

    She set the now empty can down her face red with embarrassment. “I’m sorry, I don’t know why I’ve been so bad today.” She looked up and into his eyes, genuinely apologetic. 

    “It’s fine, it’s a hectic day…” he said as he thought about reminding her about her diet plan, but stopped knowing it wasn’t an ideal time or place to bring it up.

    The flight continued on, within an hour Eva’s greedy tummy was complaining yet again. The flight attendants were now gathering orders for the in-flight meals. Eva decided to go with the bacon macaroni and cheese with a brownie for dessert. Wanting to avoid further embarrassment from the noises being created from Eva’s belly, Clint quietly asked for the attendant to bring her extra. Eva was looking at the resort’s website on her phone when dinner was brought through the cabin and placed in front of her. The let down tray digging into the end of her protruding double belly.

    “So, it looks like the resort has quite the spa, and the beach looks beautiful there” Eva said as she scrolled through her phone through bites of the cheesy pasta. 

    “Yeah, it should be a nice getaway, to relax, refresh, and get a new start on things.” 

    “I think I can make a new woman of myself there, you’ll see babe” Eva told him.

    It wasn’t long after that the large tray of pasta was now gone and digesting. 

“God it’s nice to finally feel a little full.” Eva Thought to herself. 

    She rested her head on Clint's shoulder, and placed her hand on top of his thigh. He returned the show of affection by placing his arm around her resting his hand on a plump arm. His attention was drawn downwards toward the large jiggling breasts resting atop a mountain of flab. Eva had never really had much of a chest so Clint hadn’t focused on it much, but there was something about these large sacks of adipose that swayed with each small motion of the plane that had captured his attention. The round curvature, the full voluptuousness of form. As he continued to stare Eva let out a quiet little gasp and then he could almost hear her smile. Without noticing he had grown a bit stiff in his pants. 

    “It’s been a little while for both of us hasn’t it?” Eva whispered to him. She began to run her hand over the top of Clint's pants slowly and stealthily, beginning to stroke him. As Clint found himself becoming more enamored with the situation, he began to pull his wife’s arm towards himself to bring her in for a kiss. Unknowingly her arm pressed into her midsection and then suddenly: BBBBUUUERRRRRPPPP.

    The blech was heard throughout the cabin as Clint quickly pulled away, beat red with embarrassment. A few heads turned their way and a few chuckles and cruel jokes were overheard. Eva had never been more humiliated, and made her just want to curl up with a carton of ice cream on the couch. Clint couldn’t help but notice Eva’s distress, and while he was almost equally embarrassed to be seen with his wife in such a state, this was still the woman he loved.

    “I’m such a fat pig now.” She sobbed

    “I still love you babe.” Clint said, trying to cheer her up a bit in spite of everything. “We’re going to have a good honeymoon; I’ll make sure of it!”

[Ledebonaire]

    The couple was in the back of a cab on their way to the resort. Eva’s wide thighs and bulging rear end filled up the back of the small Toyota. They took in the view of passing palm trees and beaches interspersed with small pockets of homes. Eva pulled out her phone and began to scroll through various posts from friends when something caught her eye. It was a post featuring a photo of her and some of her best friends from college. They were all together in a hotel room getting ready to head out for a night of partying and fun, but the picture had one detail that was very different from her memory of the night. She was still wearing the tight short cut shining red dress she remembered, but instead of it showcasing her hourglass figure, it had her breasts overflowing, love handles pushing out against the sides, and a tubby ** belly. 

    Her mind raced, in college she had been a paradigm of fitness and was at most a size 3. Her image in the snapshot was of a girl who had to be 180 pounds. As the implications began to race through her mind of what was happening her mind came to a halt when Bruce placed his hand over her own that was resting in her lap. He gave it a slight squeeze and smiled at her. 

    “Looks like the weather is going to be great this week, not a storm cloud on radar.”

    Her trance at seeing the old photo broken she responded “That’s great hopefully I’ll be able to get my tan back spending some time out in the sun.” Eva looked sheepishly at Clint. She saw how his defined arms stretched out the sleeves of the polo he was wearing, and the hint of stubble across his face. She took in the scent of his cologne and felt a warm flush within her. “God I just want him to pack my fat pussy with his dick and fill me up with cum” She thought as she imagined him taking her right then and there. 

    Before she was able to say anything else the cab stopped and the drive announced that they were at the resort. Eva’s senses returned to her. It usually took a lot more to work her up, and this was just another one of the changes that had been affecting her lately. 

    Clint got out of the can and worked his way around the side to help his wife out. He helped to hoist her out and then after the cabbie had opened the trunk informed the bellhop where to take their luggage. Eva had begun to waddle towards the entrance to the resort, the walkway surrounded by palm trees. Clint looked onwards taking in the sight of her now bubbly shelf of an ass ripple with each step as the sweatpants were strained. He for a brief moment was transfixed by the size and motion, but he also saw a few of the resort workers chuckling to themselves and couldn’t help but be embarrassed by the fatty that was his new wife.

    As Clint was finishing the check in at the front desk, Eva found a tray of complimentary cookies and sweets and had mindlessly begun too much away. Any sense of modesty or manners gone as she continued to eat away, crumbs gathering on top of her breasts. Clint was given directions to their suite and had to pull his wife away from the tray of now half-finished goodies, shaking his head. 

    “Clint you seem a bit tense sweetie, what’s wrong?” She asked as they entered the elevator.

    “Nothing, just glad to be done traveling.”

    “Maybe I can relieve some of that tension you’re having.” She cooed, running her hand down his chest.

    This was also something new, Eva had always been a bit reserved and prudish, and her being this forward was something Clint had never experienced. “Uhh, yeah” he managed to get out. 

    After they finished getting into their room, and Clint had a chance to set down his pack with a swift and sudden motion he found himself pinned against a nearby wall. He was pressed between it and the rolls of his wife’s thick double belly. Eva’s eyes greedily looked him over as she ran her tongue across the edge of her lips. 

    “My pussy has been aching for your big cock babe.” She said as she kissed his neck.

    Clint had never actually felt what the body of a chubby girl felt like, let alone an obese fatty like his wife. He was honestly surprised by the sheer softness and warmth of the flesh as it pressed into his firm body and flowed around him. He again looked at the ponderous pair of tits she now sported. 

    “What are you waiting for?” she asked.

    Fighting his initial resistance, he cupped the massive mammaries and pulled them out of Eva’s shirt. 

    “They used to be so small, what do you think of them now?”

    Clint began to run his hand over the now oversized nipples that replaced the dainty one’s she had featured. As he did so they became harder and Eva let out a moan of pleasure, further pushing her gut into her husband. Without thinking, Clint locked his lips on to Eva’s, kissing her as he continued to feel and caress the oversized sagging melons. She in turn kissed him back and they began to passionately exchange back and forth. 

    It was then when a sudden rumbling emerged from Eva’s belly. As she was lip locked with her husband a hefty belch burst forth from her mouth and Clint broke away in shock and disgust. Eva regressed out of her state of arousal and realized what she had just done as shame and embracement flooded over her. She pulled away and waddled quickly to the bathroom where through the confines of the closed door Clint could hear her muffled sobs. He slumped down, more confused than he had ever been at what exactly was happening to the love of his life.

[Ledebonaire]

    “Come on babe, you can do it! Keep going!” Clint called out

    Eva and Clint were in the resort’s amply equipped gym and workout area. Eva had finally given in to Clint’s insistence that she accompany him to the gym to get a workout in. She dreaded the idea and moaned and tried to find a way out of it. Her husband reminded her of her old standard of fitness and guilted her into it. She was now attempting a light jog on the treadmill as Clint cheered her on.

    The pace was a manageable slow jog for any normal person, but to her bloated body it was agonizing torture. Gone were the days of 10-mile fun runs, now she struggled to maintain the pace for a 14-minute mile. With each stride the rolls of her paunch violently bounced, causing the sweaty wet skin to slap against her thunderous thighs. Her boobs jiggled constantly and the oversized sports bra was not able to keep them for occasionally hitting her face. As sweat continued to pour off of her, she panted as this level of exertion was foreign to her obese curvature. 

    “You’re over a quarter mile now, good start!” her husband continued to cheer.

    “I…. I don’t think I can do this Clint.” She struggled to get out between deep gasps for air. 

    Clint watched as he began to notice Eva falter in her strides and hit the emergency stop button on the treadmill as he feared she would likely be driven off and fall down. 

    “Oh my, that was though...” Eva puffed as she took a big swig of a sugary sports drink. “But that’s a pretty good workout right!” 

    “Maybe the start of one…” Clint said as he realized this may just be the new normal for her.

    Clint forced her along, starting a series of calisthenics. The jumping jacks and toe touches only succeeded in forcing the adipose of Eva’s body to shake and jerk rather than getting any real exercise. 

    “How about we try some lunges?” Clint suggested.

    Shifting her mass into position Eva wearily forced one giant thigh into a lunge, visibly straining from the effort to move her great weight. With an even greater effort she resumed her original standing position. 

    “Great that’s one!” Clint said.

    Eva started into her second lunge on the other thigh. She was completely spent and had no more energy for any more of her Husband’s games. How had she ever been able to do this before? As her knee approached the ground, she felt a strain on the fabric of her shorts that covered her substantial behind. 

    A popping sound could be heard from the seams as the fabric began to tear apart pushed to its limits by her corpulent body. This was enough to cause her focus to completely give out and Eva tumbled to the ground as her shorts ripped off, fully exposing her flabby thighs. Eva’s Panties looked painted on and far too small, exposing massive amounts of skin and disappearing under the fold of her lower belly. 

    Clint helped her up with some effort and grabbed a nearby towel to help cover her up.

    “Maybe we need to start….” He paused and then finished “Slower”

 

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    Clint was laying on the bed in their suite, stripped down to his underwear as he waited for Eva to finish in the shower. He came to the realization after today's attempted workout, that it was likely his wife wouldn’t be losing the weight and he was married to a fatty. He lay on the bed considering this. He knew deep down she was still the woman he loved, and while there had been definite changes in her, some were not exactly bad. It was kind of nice having her come on to him for a change. The lack of dignity and elegance was a big adjustment, but when he thought about how the creamy thick flesh had actually felt against him…

    His thoughts were interrupted by a series of moans and yelps in the bathroom. The voice was certainly that of his wife’s, but the inflection was strange, almost as if it had an accent. 

    “Ohhh, ohh fuck yesssss” he heard muffled through the door. “Oh god, oh fuck, oh gooodddd”

    Clint stood up from the bed and made his way over to the bathroom door. Quietly cracking the door ajar, he peered into the bathroom where Eva stood in the standing marble shower. The layout was completely open with nothing to hide his view of the scene before him. 

    Standing in the shower, water droplets streaking down her tubby stretch marked body as steam lifted off her, Eva was viciously rubbing away her hand tucked underneath her hanging sagging belly. The other hand was grasping the lower roll of her belly as she moaned. The sound of her stroking and kneading of her flesh emitted a series wet smacking and popping noises as her eyes rolled back into her head. Clint marveled at the massive udders that hung down each to each side of the budding stomach that jutted out and hung down. Her belly button was almost now hidden between the two hefty rolls of her gut, a far cry from the flat core she had prided herself on when they were dating. He had never imagined seeing the formerly tiny Eva with thighs that each rivaled his waist for size and had begun to form with cellulite reflecting a lifestyle of gluttony. 

    His eyes fell down the folds of his beloved’s back and to the monstrous ass that protruded out and wobbled. As Eva flicked and jerked it the flesh of the titanic rear pulsed and oscillated. Clint felt a stiffness in his pants and a longing as he realized he had become fully erect. Eva's hand now turned towards the door, her hand now grasping a breast rubbing the fully hardened wide nipples. As she saw Clint in the doorway, she beckoned him forward. 

    “Ahh, ahhhh, ahhh, come hereeee” was all she could manage to get out as she continued to pant.

    Clint slowly approached the shower as Eva halted her assault on her clit to grab him into the shower and pull down the boxers covering her husbands raised cock Before Clint could even react to this he had to brace himself against the wall of the shower as his dick entered Eva’s mouth and she began to suck him off. Eva had never been particularly good at giving head before, but now the way her tongue and lips traversed the shaft and tip of his manhood he let out a long slow moan. Continuing her attack on him she cupped his balls as she increased her speed. 

    Lost in bliss Clint was unable to stop the jolt that sent a wave of cum into Eva’s mouth. Without hesitation she swallowed the load his balls continued to pump into her. Pulling away when he was done, she licked her lips. “Next time I want it deep in my pussy”.

[Ledebonaire]

    Eva stared down at her plate, filled with kale, carrot shavings, and various other green leafy decorum. While things like this had once been a staple of her diet, now she couldn’t help but turn her nose up in disgust. There was no substance to the food and it left her feeling empty and unsatisfied. She picked up the glass of wine next to the plate and stood up from the table. She had tried to be a good girl, but this was her only honeymoon and she was going to enjoy herself.

    Clint was off doing a rowing session down the coastline with an instructor and she had decided to take the day to relax and get some sun near the pool. What she had not told her husband was that the pool was situated next to a well-stocked buffet filled to the brim with decadent treats and fried morsels. She waddled to the start of the buffet table and using the tongs leveled a large helping of French fries onto a plate. Next, she proceeded to ladle out copious amounts of liquid cheese, and crumbled bacon. Her stomach growled in anticipation. “This is just an appetizer…” she murmured to herself. 

    Sitting back down at her poolside table, Eva’s plate was stacked to ridiculous proportions. On top of a foundation of cheese fries was a mountain of fried chicken wings, burgers, crab legs and Onion rings. Chugging down the rest of her glass of wine and unleashing a blech she began the task of devouring the stack of feed before her. She tore in with bare hands, not leaving a moment between bites and swallowing, only seeking to sate the hunger in her rapacious tummy. Passers by turned to see the blob of a woman inhaling food and turned away as to not be the fixture of her possessed focus.

    Food smeared her face and chest as item after item disappeared from the pile of cuisine. Finally emerging from her trance, she felt relief wash over her as her stomach happily burbled and let up its protestations of hunger. Leaning back into her chair she submitted to the feeling of bliss and “BBBBUUUURRRRRPPP” A roaring blast of gas spewed forth from her mouth. Not even a week ago this outburst would have sent her into a new fit of tears, but this time she felt something different. She felt aroused. 

 

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     Eva lay on top of the bed, ferociously rubbing her FUPA and groping the fat across her body. Who needed to be skinny and run for miles? She felt wonderful, and her body responding by bathing her in waves of pleasure. She didn’t need to lift heavy weights or fit into a size zero dress, she just needed to eat and fuck. As she screamed in ecstasy her voice changed. Once possessing a generalized American accent, her inflection became more of that of the Deep American South. Her memories of her time in college on the cross-country team faded away, replaced by trips to the buffet and binge drinking with her fat friends. Rubbing harder, faster and deeper she remembered how she met her husband. Not the gym, but of hooking up at a bar after his friends daring him to sleep with the fattest girl there. 

    She fantasized about him feeding her. Stuffing her to the brim as she grew even fatter and lazier. She climaxed as the idea of being a fat breeding cow entered her mind. She breathed exhaustedly, her blonde hair dark with sweat and her lard filled body hot red and replete with a layer of moisture. As she tried to compose herself a ring materialized from the nightstand where she had left her phone.

    Answering the phone, she heard the voice of her mother. “How is your honeymoon going dear?” her mom asked.  

    “It’s going well mom, the Island is beautiful, and the resort has been lovely.”

    “That’s great hun, I just wanted to quick call and talk to you about something. I know being a newlywed is challenging in its own way. You have all of these commitments and you’re afraid of doing everything right. But you have to have a husband that supports you no matter what, regardless of anything that happens…” Eva’s mother continued on for some time instilling a sense of what it takes for a marriage to work and wishing her all the best.

    Eva got up from the bed and ambled over the bathroom to wash off. As she did so she stopped in front of the mirror and turned to look at herself. As she stared into the mirror observing the ample bulky body reflected in it, she was no longer displeased with what she saw. It was becoming harder and harder to remember a time when she was sender and svelte. The curves and contours the excess flesh had given her made her a momentous hyper-feminine form that any man should be proud of. She was a fatty. Maybe she always had been. And she loved it.

[Ledebonaire]

    Clint was on his canoe as gentle waves rocked it back and forth several dozen yards off the coast of the resort. His rowing instructor had left him to enjoy the rest of his afternoon and he now took in the view of sandy beaches in the dazzling Pacific sun. His life was flying by at the speed of light and he had barely had time to register all of the changes that had been happening. It was almost as if some external force beyond his control had been acting upon him. His mind was brought specifically to the previous day, and the amazing blow job his wife had given him. Long stretches of time bookended his thoughts as he studied himself and weighed his decisions. 

    He had never really given much consideration to being with a fat woman. He had simply lived his life going along with what was normal. The changes in Eva had disturbed and embarrassed him. But as he continued to dig deeply and really reflected, he discovered that her new sexuality and figure were deeply arousing and intoxicating in ways he had never pondered. Eva was still the woman he loved, the core of her personality retained all of the things he had wanted when he had proposed, and he had made a vow of till death do us part. He was the only thing standing between himself and happiness. With this in mind he began to paddle his canoe back towards the resort and to join his wife. This was their honeymoon and he should be spending time with her after all.

 

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    Clint and Eva had joined back up together and had decided to use the sauna of the resort’s spa. The couple sat next to each other on the wooden benches of the sauna, of which Eva managed to fill a substantial portion. The warm moist air extracted beads of sweat from both of them, Clint with a towel tied around his waist, and Eva just content to cover her front with one due to being unable to wrap it around herself. After they had both settled in Eva posed a question. “Clint, I’m going to ask you a question and I want you to be honest, even if it hurts.”

    Clint pushed out conflicting memories of Eva’s Southern drawl, and answered “Of course.”

    “Am I really the woman for you? Am I everything you’d hoped for in a wife?”

    “I love you Eva, I wouldn’t have married you otherwise.”

    “That’s not what I’m asking though, am I the woman for you?” She asked him again, her eyes locking on to his.

    Clint returned her gaze, his determination hardened. “You are.”

    Eva removed the towel she had draped over herself, full exposing her gratuitous fleshy expanse to Clint. “This is my body now” She said as she lifted her soft jiggling belly and released it, having it smack against her thighs, sending waves across her adipose riddled form. “I want you to worship and cherish it.”

    “I will.” 

    “Prove it.” Eva grabbed her husband’s hand and pressed it into the blubbery flesh.

    Clint slid over closer to Eva and wrapped his other arm around her, using the hand she had pressed into herself to begin rubbing the doughy paunch. The soft supple flesh flowed through his firm strong hands as he rubbed and massaged his wife’s corpulence. 

    Eva moved her face close to his “You aren’t going to try and change me?” she said, giving him a gentle peck on the cheek with her lips. 

    “No,” he answered, kissing her soft cheek back.

    The two of them began to kiss back and forth, the worries and stress of the past month finally melting away.

    Eva looked down at the towel covering Clint to see he was at full mast, shifting it nearly off of him. “Good,” she said quickly before ripping the towel off of him.

    Before Clint was able to react, Eva had shifted her mass on top of him, and had positioned his member at her glistening wet entrance. As she slid onto his shaft, he felt the new soft flesh surrounding her pussy and she engulfed him. He released a loud pleasured moan as he took in the drenched tight soft flesh enveloping his dick. Her belly rested on top of him as he grabbed handfuls of her abundant ass and began to thrust up into her.

    “God Yessss, finallllyyyyy” She yelled as she began to gyrate and buck on top of him. Her bosoms slapped against his face as Eva let loose with her assault on Clint’s rod. Clint felt the weight of his 300-pound wife come down again and again on him, he remembered back to when they had met in the bar on a dare from his buddies to take home the biggest fatty in the bar. His past was being rewritten as he remembered ** plowing then then 225-pound sophomore and becoming addicted to the creamy fluffy curves of a BBW.

    The small sauna filled with the sounds of slapping wet flesh as Eva screamed out “CUM FOR ME BABY, CUM IN YOUR BIG FAT PIG OF A WIFE.”  She slammed on him even harder, the slick lips of her pussy and feat FUPA now popping as Clint lost himself in euphoria. Grunting he blasted deep ropes of cum into his lover’s slit. The steam of the sauna having completely surrounded them and leaving the room in a dreamy haze.

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    Eva and Clint were resting along the beach under a spacious umbrella taking in the sight of the afternoon sun setting in the horizon. The beach chair Eva was using looked almost cartoonish as it was unable to prevent her momentous ass from touching the sandy ground. Next to her on a small stand were several plates that had been consumed by the greedy woman, and several more stacked with food. Clint pulled a beer from a nearby cooler that was filled with bottles of sugary sodas and soft drinks. He popped the tab and downed a swig of the brew, hoping to clear his mind a bit. The stress of worrying about the fate of his relationship had subsided, but his memories seemed scrambled and conflicting. Instead of trying to sort it all out he just took another drink of his beer and looked over to the woman he loved.

    Eva was in a pale pink bikini that barely contained her breasts and was completely hidden away by the mountain of flab that was her core. Her Lazy hedonistic figure on display for all, wearing the red stretch marks as a badge of pride. Mindlessly eating away, she had managed to get grease all over her chest, the sun reflecting off the oily skin. “BBBUURRPPP, hehe, babe this is amazing, but you know what would really make my evening? You should go get me a milkshake while I dip into the water and wash all this off, I’ve made a mess of myself.” Eva giggled happily.

    “Sure Evie, what type do you want?” 

    “Surprise me.” She winked at him, continuing to giggle.

    Clint got up and began walking towards the canteen on the edge of the beach to grab Eva’s treat. With a great struggle and after almost breaking the chair Eva rose and stretched. She headed towards the water as the waves pushed the tides in towards land. Clint surveyed her from a distance, the rear of the pink bikini lost between the globular ass cheeks that bounced up and down as Eva waddled towards the water. After her legs were under the water, with all the grace of a whale she dived in and for a brief moment disappeared beneath the water.

    Clint arrived at the canteen and surveyed the menu. The only two flavors of milkshake available were simple vanilla and chocolate. Rather than decide between the two Clint decided to get Eva both, knowing she’d likely want them anyway. The attendant handed him the frozen desserts and Clint grabbed them as he turned to return to their beachfront outpost. Eva was still floating around in the water when Clint arrived back under the umbrella. The light of the sun cast down on the crystalline ocean waters mirroring dreamy hazy images across the evening sky as light whippy white clouds provided a fantasy skyline. 

    It was during this moment in this dreamscape when it happened. The sky and water glittered as an invisible force crest through the air.  Clint oblivious to this watched as his wife emerged from the water approaching him. As Eva’s upper body emerged from the water, first her face bore out her new changes. Her double chin now prominent and cheeks flush with fat hiding her cheekbones. Her plump arms had filled with even more lard, fat cascading over her elbow. Eva’s breasts were now saggy J-cup udders, her pink top no longer even covering her nipples. She continued to emerge from the water remade as her upper belly roll marked a protruding divider between her breasts folding down and forever burying her navel. Gigantic overstuffed love handles top ended by deep rolls joined her gut of which her lower roll now hung halfway down her thighs. Her womanhood now forever banished under her flab. Eva now had to be over 450 pounds; haven given into her gluttony her fate sealed.

    Clint was mesmerized by the beastly woman that strode towards him. Her thighs each rubbed together, packed with enough shapeless doughy fat their width equal to his own waist. The once angry red stretch marks had faded to the point where they were flesh colored, showcasing a lifetime of binging and excess. Eva shifted in the sand and Clint saw the mountain of an ass protruding from her backside, riddled with dimples and cellulite he longed to explore. She continued to waddle and shuffle towards him, her chunky wide body undulating with each step. She arrived at his side out of breath, and he dug his hands deep into her flanks, drawing her in for a deep kiss.

 

    “Missed me that, much did you?” She asked, flashing a bright smile.

    “Always” Clint said, handing her one of the milkshakes. 

 

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    Now back in their room Eva had removed the scraps of cloth that now barely covered anything. The walk back through the resort had drawn stares from almost every guest, many aghast that this obese tank of a woman had no shame. She crashed down onto the king-sized bed causing her flesh to wobble furiously in all directions as she thrust her blimp of an ass into the air at Clint. She spread her colossal thighs as wide as she could to provide access to her pussy. Clint ogled the thick padded FUPA and the way his wife’s belly hung between her legs resting on the bed below. 

    Eva stopped sipping on her second milkshake to bark at him “Stop staring and fill me up! Shoot your cum in me and breed your fat cow of a wife.” 

    Upon her command, Clint plunged into the moist fleshy entrance as Eva moaned in pleasure. Reality shifted back and forth before Clint. One second his hard deep thrusts sent layers of chub cascading, and the next the hard toned ass of the former runner smacking to his assault. Entranced and no longer in control Clint moved seamlessly through the realities. In a moment his fingers grasping the defined abs of his gm bunny, and then in a thunderous clap his digits were engulfed in the overflowing gut of his porcine bride. 

    “YES, YYEESSS, YYYYEEESSSSS'' Eva cried as in constant rhythmic fashion Clint angled himself to strike her spot. It was then that the shit between realities halted. The lithe form of even in front of him Clint unleashed a torrent of sperm into his lover’s womb. With each spasm of his erect manhood Eva expanded, softening as she came. Unable to stop the flood of cum from his cock, each pulse piled on pounds to Eva’s body. The toned muscles now forever disappearing under a permanent layer of adipose as the new reality solidified. Again, sipping her milkshake Eva’s Gain accelerated. Her flesh red with exertion and covered in sweat as cellulite came into being and belly went from dropping off of her to sagging into the bed below. Clint’s body temporarily wider than Eva’s was now dwarfed by the 475-pound goddess. Finishing the milkshake Eva erupted with a room shaking belch, resulting in another shot of cum from Clint’s dick into her leaking puss. Both husband and wife now passed out none the wiser to what had just occurred.

[Ledebonaire]

    The return flight back from their honeymoon had been difficult to secure. Eva’s increased proportions resulted in the couple having to buy a second seat just to fit her well appointed hips. Eva returned back to work, but she was no longer a fitness trainer. Instead, she worked in human resources for the Pepsi bottling plant. She was never seen without a bottle of soda, some salty snack, or candy bar around her desk, which she rarely got up from. Many of the plant workers noticed that ever since her arrival, all the other women who worked in the offices surrounding her had started to thicken up as well.

                A few weeks after returning from their honeymoon, Eva’s mother Sabrina invited the newlyweds over for dinner at her apartment. The two massive weighty women putting down plate after plate of thick lasagna as the sipped wine. Eva Singing Clint’s praises about what a good husband he was. As dinner wound and the ladies each helped themselves to their third serving of cake Eva’s phone rang. It was the HR office and they were having an issue with some of the processes with a newly retired worker. She excused herself to the living room to take the call undistracted.

                As Eva was on call in the living room, Clint got up and wandered over to Eva’s old bedroom. It was still filled with various trinkets and bobbles from Eva’s youth.  He gazed over the pictures of her with old friends, teen romance novels, old DVDs, and pop punk CDs. As he was turning to leave the room, he spotted a twinkle from the floor of the open closet. Moving over to inspect it, he raised the glittering object, to discover that it was a medal attached to a faded ribbon.

                The medal was an award for first place in a State Cross country competition. Suddenly Clint’s head ached as his memories of how this could be were cloudy and hard to recall. Now standing in the doorway to the room was Sabrina. “There’s always something left over after you cast a spell. You can never fully wipe the past away.” She said to him.

                “What are you tal….” Clint stopped as brief flashes of his old relationship re-entered his mind.

                “When my ex-husband left me after having Eva due to the weight I gained I was devastated. I was depressed for years and being a single mother was a difficult painful process. I swore I would never let my daughter experience that same pain. Any man my daughter chose was going to have to be tested to prove that he really loved her, no matter what. I was pretty skeptical about you, but you’ve surprised me.”

                Clint’s headache was now a migraine, and he kneeled down in pain as the events of both realities co-existed in his mind. “What are you….some kind of witch?”

                “Let’s not focus on labels dearest, but yes I cast a spell that transformed your wife into what she is now.” She said as she waddled over to him.

                “What gives you the right?” Clint growled through clenched teeth.

                Sabrina knelt down towards Clint looking into his steely gaze. “Dearest, genetics were almost certain to make it happen, I just sped up the process.” She gently placed one of her hands on his cheek whispering under her breath. “But it’s alright, you love my daughter, and given what she tells me you love her new body. You’ve always wanted a super-sized wife. In fact, you’re the one who turned my chubby little girl into the big fat woman she is today”.

 

                In a flash of light all of the memories Clint had of courting the young runner were forever sealed, replaced by his current reality forever.

 

 

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                Clint and Eva were enjoying the night together alone in their apartment. Eva was quite the homebody, loving to spend her nights binge watching her favorite shows while snacking, or playing video games. All the while Her loving husband was by her side. This evening Clint was in the kitchen, frying up come mozzarella sticks and prepping a plate of nachos for Eva. Leaving the kitchen for a brief moment to ask Eva what she wanted to drink with her meal. He found her standing near the bathroom, wearing nothing but a size of sweatpants that was now several sizes too small. They were stained from various food binges and showcased every fold and curve of her overflowing abundant flesh. Wearing no top he could clearly see the tattoo above Eva’s right breast that was hanging down that she had gotten soon after the two had started dating.

                After the night the two of them had hooked up at the bar, Eva told Clint that if they were going to be in a serious relationship, there were some kinks her lover would have to be into as well. She wanted a feeder, a man that would stuff her to the brim in more ways than one, and love every pound that came with it. Clint responded by saying he would propose to her after she reached 350 pounds. Soon after she got the tattoo that simply read “Clint’s Cow”.

                She smiled at him and wrapped her broad arms around him, giving him a long kiss. “I’ve got something to tell you.” She said

                “Of course, babe. but first what do you want to drink with your meal?”

                “A strawberry smoothie sounds good,” She said, placing her hand under her second chin, her finger tapping her lip.

                Eva sat down on the couch sinking deeply into the cushions and Clint worked in the kitchen and brought everything over. He sat down next to her, raising a chip covered in all of the toppings towards her mouth and rubbing the other against her belly.

                “What I wanted to tell you” She said as she smiled even wider “Was that you should make more, I’m eating for two.”

 

The End