FLASHY, FLESHY & FLABULOUS!

(Originally appeared in BUF's “Erotic Encounters” column)

When I first met my wife Pam she was very self-conscious about her weight. She thought that if she let herself go, then I would dump her. So each day she went to aerobics class and took narcotic diet pills (which I did not know about). At 5'2" and 1761bs, I actually thought she was much too thin.

One day I came home from work and found Pam acting strangely. She was sweating, listless and depressed. That's when she told me about the diet pills. I decided that it was time for a big change in Pam's life. I threw away her diet pills and cancelled her aerobics membership. Then I told Pam that I didn't want her to be skinny. In fact, I wanted her to be immensely fat. Pam loved the idea of not ever having to diet again and was looking forward to eating whatever she wanted, whenever she wanted it in whatever quantity.

Little did Pam know that I decided to make sure she never dieted again. I had a plan to fatten her up to huge proportions. The next day I introduced Pam to Maria, her new live-in maid, companion and most of all, cook. Maria's job was simple: do all the household chores and make Pam a super fatty.

Maria took her job very seriously and Pam responded just as I hoped. Maria was always whipping up something good in the kitchen while Pam sat in her easy chair watching TV and feeding her face. Results appeared quickly with Pam hitting the two hundred pound mark in just three months, but I had set her sights much higher than that. Pam loved being treated like a queen. She often ordered Maria to feed her by hand just because she knew it turned me on to watch little Maria stuff Pam full of fattening food.

Maria took great pride in Pam's expanding body and always bought her bigger and bigger clothes the moment Pam outgrew them. Maria weighed and measured Pam often, making sure she stayed on schedule, fattening up more and more. Each day Maria cooked a little bit more and would stand over Pam until she until she was stuffed to bursting with every last bite. Then Pam would take a nap and by the time she awoke, Maria was ready with more fattening goodies.

Pam hit 270 in seven months. Her body was getting fat so fast that sexy red stretch marks appeared on her breasts, belly, ass and hips. She displayed these proudly and always pointed out new ones for me to kiss. Maria would tell Pam to stop being so self-impressed. She had a long way to go and only one way to get there: eat! Maria would then hand her another rich tidbit to gobble down. For my part I bought Pam a larger reclining chair where all she had to do was press a button with her fat little finger and the chair lifted her to a standing position. I didn't want her to waste any precious calories standing up. These efforts, combined with Maria's feeding techniques, added one hundred pounds to Pam's frame in just eight months.

At 370 Pam's body was fabulous. Pam's cheeks puffed out like balls, dimpling her first of three chins. Her boobs were enormous pushing out past her swelling stomach.. Maria could no longer find bras to fit them. Pam would just giggle over that. She could no longer fit into any store bought jeans and wore only tent-like dresses and 6XL t-shirts. Her belly was expansive and sagged down over her crotch. Her thighs creased at the top. Dimpling her knees and her ass looked like two big moons with a wide shelf of fat in back. All of this was traversed by an endless network of stretch marks and great fields of cellulite. I was in seventh heaven having the woman I love more than double in size.

At this point Maria and Pam sat me down to talk. My birthday was three months away and the girls decided that they were going to give me a four hundred pound wife. I was so excited I could hardly contain myself and the girls wasted no time getting started. Maria ordered Pam to get in her chair and eat. Pam's days were filled with endless procession of platters piled high with calorie packed food and enormous desserts. She ate constantly and with both hands, cramming food into her mouth as fast as she could. Pam would start eating at six AM and not stop until almost midnight. After a while, even this wasn't enough as Maria began waking Pam every night just to give her feedings. If Pam said she was too full, Maria would remind her of her promised goal, poke her growing fat rolls, and feed her every scrap. If Pam didn't have room for all that food she took a deep breath and tried to expand to accommodate.

My birthday finally came and the girls got ready to show me my fat present. They planned to weigh Pam right in front of me on a heavy-duty scale. At the weigh-in, Pam waddled slowly to the scale, he weight shifting from tree-like leg to tree-like leg. Thanks to Maria and me, Pam was struggling to move her now enormous body across the room. She could only get there slowly. Her fat dripped off her body like melted butter. We helped her onto the scale and after the gears stopped a smile came to her face. Pam now weighed 426 lbs. A 56 pound gain in only three months. Just then Maria came out of the kitchen with a huge birthday cake that said in big bold letters, "Next Stop 600." I kissed Pam and lead her to our bed where we made love the rest of the night. Our sleep was broken by the sound of Maria coming into the room with a big breakfast for Pam. This time I fed her!