When we got married, Jan only weight 115 pounds. She
was nearly 6' 2" tall, and had almost no hips or bust.
Before our marriage, I had joked with her that if she
married, I would do all the cooking -- I had better, or we'd
both starve!
After our marriage, I kept my promise. I insisted
that we sit down at least 4 or 5 times a week to a full
meal. For the first year or two of our marriage, I made
sure that her diet had plenty of calories in it -- at least
4,000 calories a day. I figured at her burn rate of 3,000
calories a day, this was the only way I'd be able to get her
to gain an extra 50 or 60 pounds to fill out her figure.
Luckily, after a few months of my cooking, her
appetite seemed to pick up quite a bit, and has remained at
a healthy level ever since. She began to put on weight
almost immediately, and with my encouragement, gained almost
30 pounds within the first 6 months. At 145 pounds, she
began to look almost normal, and could sense how much sexier
she looked by all the attention she was getting. It wasn't
hard to convince her than an extra 30 or 40 pounds would
enhance her looks even more.
After 8 months, when her weight went past 160, she
began to eat in earnest. Every week, I would weigh her, and
encourage her in the progress she was making. At one point,
I had to go away on a business trip for almost two weeks.
When she met me at the door after I came home, she was
almost beaming. In two weeks, she had put on almost 15
pounds! She led me to the bathroom, and got on the scale,
and as it reached 175 pounds, she was grinning ear to ear.
"Look!" she said. "I'm even getting a bit of a
belly!"
She picked up her shirt, and stuck out her stomach.
It wasn't much, but I figured with a few more months of my
cooking, we could develop it into something.
With Jan's new enthusiasm, and her rapid progress, I
now set my sights for 200 pounds. She responded like a
princess. She had never much liked desert before, but she
started bringing home rich chocolate cakes, ice cream, and
donuts, and eating them in her spare time. Soon her figure
began to fill out rapidly. By the time of our first wedding
anniversary, she weight almost 185 pounds, nearly 70 pounds
more than when we'd started.
Her breasts, which had been nearly nonexistent, were
now a 35C. Her hips, which had been wide (35") were now
almost 43", and she was very proud of them. With my
birthday coming up in 4 months, she made me a promise.
"I'm going to gain 40 more pounds by your birthday.
I know I can do it!" The thought of my suddenly voluptuous
wife tipping the scales at 225 pounds was wonderfully
exciting.
To help Jan put on the weight, we decided that we
would go away to a hotel once a month, where she would do
some serious eating. I also brought home a dozen donuts
every day, and a quart of ice cream. I figured that if Jan
could manage to consume around 5,000 calories, she would
make her goal easily.
I secretly hoped for more, and I was not
disappointed. Jan began to eat like there was no tomorrow
before long. The first week after her promise, she had put
on 12 pounds! I began to see that perhaps we should revise
her goal upwards. After the end of the first month, when
she had put on almost 30 pounds, I began to have visions of
getting her up over 270 by my birthday.
Just when thing were getting good, I was summoned
away for a field visit which was to last almost 3 weeks.
When Jan left me off at the airport, she told me not to call
her to see how she was doing, that she wanted it to be a
surprise when I got back.
Those three weeks were like torture. I couldn't wait
to come home to my round, plump wife. Every night in that
small town hotel room, I imaged how fat she would be when I
got back, but I kept my promise and didn't call.
Unfortunately, my site visit was extended for another two
weeks, and by the time I got on the plane, the anticipation
was killing me.
When I got in to the airport, a cabbie came to meet
me, and handed me an envelope, "To Fred, from Jan." In the
cab on the way back to our house, I opened the envelope. In
it was a little note:
"Fred, love. I have been VERY, VERY good over the
last few weeks. My desire for you has increased my appetite
so much, that I have been able to do nothing but eat day and
night. I have missed you so badly! Your being away so long
was very naughty. You are going to have to buy me a whole
new wardrobe of clothes (I'm going to need them!). Remember
when we married, you said that you could imagine what I
would look like FAT? You won't be disappointed. I'm bigger
than your wildest dreams, and then some..."
By the time the cabby got to our house, I could
barely take it. How big had Jan gotten? 270? 280? 300? I
walked up to the house and rang the doorbell. It had been
almost 6 weeks since I had last seen Jan, and at the rate at
which she had been gaining, there was no telling how big she
could be.
I rang the bell, and as the door opened, I realized
that Jan had not been bluffing. Her huge belly spilled over
her pants showing massive folds of fat. She now had two or
three chins, and a round full face. Her love handles rolled
from side to side as she strode out and gave me a huge hug.
"My God!" I blurted out. "How much do you weigh?"
"Let's see," she said, and as she turned around to
walk into the bathroom, I got a glimpse of the fullest,
roundest buttocks I'd ever seen. Each cheek must have
weighed at least 30 pounds of round, full fat. When I'd
hugged her, I couldn't even get my arms around her! My
formerly skinny wife wasn't skinny, or even plump anymore.
She was FAT.
As she got on the scale, I began to do calculations
in my head. When I'd left, she weighed 197. Gaining 15
pounds a week for six weeks...
As the scale shot past the 270 mark, I began to gasp.
It finally stopped at 274. My baby had put on more than 80
pounds in 6 weeks!