Content Warning: Contains feederism, weight gain, sex, disregarding concerned family
I wake up on Thanksgiving Day to Michelle draining the crumbs from a Cheeto bag into her mouth. "Morning babe, how long have you been up?" My morning wood strengthening as my eyes focus to take in the enormity of her naked body. I see orange handprints across the stretchmarks on the underside of her belly rolls where she's repeatedly wiped the Cheeto dust from her fingers.
"Actually, I didn't sleep at all babe. I stayed up all night feasting to stretch out my belly for today." This girl is unbelievable I think to myself. It had been 3 weeks since she was last able to leave our bed, and her mom was still expecting us over for dinner tonight. Michelle said she'd be able to make it, but we both knew it would take the fire department to get her out of this house.
"You're incredible. Can I get you anything?" "I'd love a milkshake and some sausage links! Actually, can you cook the sausage first and add the extra grease to my milkshake? I don't want any calories going to waste." Every day this woman amazes me. She was built for feeding and my sole purpose in life is to make her as fat as possible. It's the only thing I think about. I love that I've made her this big for my pleasure and I'll gladly make her anything her belly desires.
After 4 hours of us taking turns thinking of the most fattening things for her to eat, it was nearing time to leave for her mom's house. Michelle wobbled as close as she could to the edge of the bed. She wrapped her arms around me, and although I've packed on plenty of muscle the last few years, my strength is useless. Her ass - nearly as wide as our bed is long - doesn't budge even an inch off the bed. "Michelle, you have to let your mom know we won't be coming."
I grab her phone for her, as well as a few candy bars from the kitchen. "Hi mom, we're going to stay home tonight for Thanksgiving."
"Honey I'm worried about you; I haven't seen you in over six months. I need to make sure you've stayed on track with your diet. I'm starting to think Eric is deliberately making you gain weight. I just don't trust him anymore!"
"Mom, I promise I've been going for walks every day," Michelle lies through her mouth clearly filled with food.
"I can hear you eating now! I'm coming over to see you."
"How'd it go?" I ask. "Same old nagging. She said she's coming over here to see me. Hey Eric, remember last week when you made me butter beer when we watched Harry Potter? Can you make me some more please?" Michelle always had a way to distract me from the real world. I didn't even process that her mom was coming over before she pulled me back into fattening her up. I had called it butter beer to go with the movie, but really, I just melted four sticks of butter for her to drink. This time I used five. I need her to start getting fatter faster. As hot as she is, she's still too skinny for me.
Bang bang bang. Her mom had arrived, clearly angry by the volume of the pounding on our front door. "Babe, do you want me to let her in?" Yes, but wait one second." Michelle pulled a king size sheet soaked in grease stains to cover her naked body. Next to her lay candy wrappers, empty ice cream cartons and plenty of fast-food wrappers from this morning. "Bring me my melted ice cream from the fridge before you get the door." This is insane I think to myself, before my dick takes over thinking for me and I head to the kitchen to fulfill her request. I drop off the gallon size carton of liquid cookie dough ice cream and head to the door.
"Hi Leslie," I say as I open the door. "Where is she?" her mom demands as she shoves past me and heads for our bedroom.
"Oh my god Michelle!" I hear as I follow behind. We both walk in to see all 800 pounds of my wife as she's drinking ice cream directly from the carton. My heart swells with pride. Leslie snatches the carton from her, although it's already empty. "What are you doing!? You need to stop this! You must have gained 100 pounds since the last time I saw you!" "180 actually," Michelle says proudly.
I could not be more aroused. All I can think about is fucking Michelle once her mom leaves. Well, one other thing I can think of - what I'm going to feed her while I do it.
"Eric!" Her mom's shrill voice snaps me back into the moment. "How have you let this happen? Are you bringing her all this crap?" Before I can respond Michelle chimes in, "Baby, did we finish all the bacon from yesterday?" Once again, she knows exactly what to say to shut off my conscience. My dick is straining against my shorts, precum beginning to seep through the front.
"Oh my god, he's hard!" Leslie cries out as she notices. "You're enjoying this! It's all been bullshit lies, telling me you would make sure she diets"
"Well to be fair, I am making sure she sticks to a diet just not what you want," I smugly reply. Who have I become, I think to myself and then with a flash that thought goes away and I realize I don't give shit, I just want to get back to making Michelle fatter.
Leslie storms out, tears in her eyes. I couldn't care less. All I want is her to leave so I can get back to feeding Michelle. Every minute of this nonsense is time she's not getting fatter for me. I hear the door slam and lock eyes with Michelle. We don't exchange a word, as I head back to the kitchen for her bacon.
I return with a platter for her, and she smiles as she lifts the top half of her belly for me. I slide my cock on top of her lower belly and she releases the giant roll of flesh to trap it in between her folds. It's so warm and moist in there that lube isn't needed. I reach for three strips and shove them in her mouth and begin fucking her belly that I've worked so hard to grow. The best part about a truly fat woman is that you can fuck almost any part of them. Every inch of her is jiggling as my pelvis rhythmically slaps the side of her belly. We're nearly out of bacon, but I'm waiting for her to finish the last piece before I release. Just then, we hear another knock on the front door. Her mom must have come back. "Don't stop." Michelle demands.
Michelle strains to reach the last slice of bacon on the far edge of the plate. I grab it for her, and she bites it out of my had with an urgency like it's the first food she's had in days. More knocks on the front door. "Just ignore it. I'm so hungry baby. Cum for me so we can get back to my Thanksgiving feast." I happily oblige and erupt deep in the fold of her belly. Again, I have a brief moment of clarity and think I should let her mom back in to talk, but then I look at the open space in the bed by Michelle and remember she's not fat enough.
