Weight Room Title Bar

By Ned Fox

I have just retired from the Reserve and my regular job, as a consultant. I had enjoyed working, but as I got older, my careers became constraining on me. The problem was weight. Reservists are subject to weight standards; we were weighed twice a year and had to perform a physical training test twice a year also. When I first joined up, this was no problem; if I gained some weight, I lost it quickly with little or no effort. As I got older though, I wanted to enjoy food more and I was less inclined to exercise.

I was a bit jealous of my wife, who over our twenty years of marriage had gained over fifty pounds. I loved her appearance, especially her round tummy and bottom. Several years before she bought me bikini style briefs. I had always worn briefs vs. boxers, I like the way briefs feel, plus they make look fatter! The bikini style looked even better!

What I did not know was that my wife, Sally, wanted me to gain weight. She was tired of changing recipes for smaller portions, because I denied myself seconds. She didn't care for leftovers either. She wanted me to just let go and enjoy myself. To tell the truth, so did I.

The first week I was home, there was little change. The first weekend though, a far more fulfilling lifestyle began for me. I slept in on Sat. a.m. Sally woke me up with breakfast in bed - and what a breakfast it was. Pancakes, waffles, sausage, bacon, real butter, a huge bottle of syrup, donuts and sweet roles covered the tray, Sally sat by the bed and encouraged me to eat. I couldn't eat fast enough for her; she cut up pancakes and waffles so I could eat them faster. Smothered everything in syrup and butter for me to shovel it into my mouth. I cleaned off the tray in two hours. I lay in bed bloated and full, but feeling wonderful. Sally was beaming with delight at my appetite. She playfully patted my bloated belly and made me lie down and sleep for a while longer.

I woke up two hours later. Still feeling bloated a used the bathroom and took a shower, I still remember the feeling of rubbing my belly with soap, it felt so good. I toweled off, admiring my bloated form in mirror. Sally surprised me, when I was sticking out my belly for the “full effect.” She giggled and said, “Sam, I have a present for you.” She handed me a new black “Speedo” bikini bathing suit, “Here, try this on for me.” I struggled into it. I noticed that it was one waist size smaller than I currently wore.

She loved how it fit and so did I. I tried to keep my belly in, but Sally poked me in the stomach and giggled, “Let it stick out, Sam, it looks so good.” I was a bit self conscious, having had to watch my weight and appearance so long, but it did feel good. The suit hugged my butt, creating little rolls below the leg openings, much to Sally's delight.

She led me out to the patio, where a table was covered with a huge lunch. My stomach growled when I saw it, sending Sally into a fit of giggling. She sat me down and practically fed me an enormous lunch. She was not shy about eating herself; by mid afternoon there were two very full, round tummies at that table.

I could not keep my eyes off her tummy. She was wearing a high brief two-piece suit, which showed off her fantastic tummy. She was rubbing it, to ease the pressure. I looked at my own belly, now bulging with my second enormous meal of the day. We lay around all afternoon, doing nothing, and it felt great.

We decided to go out to dinner. Sally chose a buffet place and of course we ate ourselves into a sweet oblivion. Arriving home to stuffed to do much more than go to bed.

The next morning I woke up before Sally. I got up, used the bathroom, admiring my expanding middle in the mirror. Absent-mindedly I started to get into my jogging stuff. I had just pulled on the supporter brief, when Sally woke up. She reached over and snapped the waistband. “Ouch,” I shouted. “What was that for?” She patted my still bloated belly and then pinched my expanding butt cheeks, “I have been waiting for these way too long for you to go out and ruin them exercising,” she said. “You come with me, Mister!” She got up out of bed and both of us, me with the skimpy jogging brief and Sally with nothing more than panties and a tight teddie, headed for the kitchen.

She pushed me into a chair and poured a huge glass of whole milk. “Drink this, while I fix you a nice breakfast, Sam,” she stated. I dutifully drank the glass down and then another. She laid a huge stack of pancakes in front of me, “Eat these Sam.” I, of course, obeyed. She laid down another plate and I finished it off too. Then came bacon and sausage, more milk and a couple of donuts. I felt that I would explode any minute, but it felt sooo good to just eat with abandon and no guilt at all.

When I was done, Sally helped me up and back to bed to digest the massive meal. I looked like I had swallowed a watermelon; I was so bloated. The skimpy jogging brief only accentuated my condition. Sally rubbed my belly until I feel asleep.

I awoke to the smells of grilling brats and hamburgers. I got up, showered and pulled on my “Speedo” and walked out to the patio. Sally was wearing a tank kini style swim suit, which her tummy bulged out of, to my delight. She looked over my expanded paunch and smiled, “Well, looks like sleepy head is up!” She poked my belly and sat me down for another massive feast. I didn't need any encouragement; I stuffed myself silly with brats and cheeseburgers. I had several dark, rich beers. When I finally finished, I was in a stupor; I was so stuffed, but it felt so good.

I got to my feet and staggered over to a lounge chair to “rest.” Sally came over. “Sam, I can't believe how fantastic you look, I have been waiting for years for us to really enjoy ourselves and now we finally can,” she said.

“Honey,” I said, clutching my belly with both hands, “This feels so good, all I want to do is gorge myself.”

Sally giggled, “ I hope you want to do at least one other thing,” she replied as she ran her hand down the curve of my belly toward my groin. I needed no further encouragement, I struggled off the chair and chased Sally into our bedroom for the best love making in years.

Thus began our new routine. Huge meals, little or no exercise, except of course love making. I could not believe how much I enjoyed just eating. I loved to snack and walk, now waddle, around the house with nothing on but bikini briefs or a “Speedo” Sally loved my new size as much as I did.

The beginning of the second week, Sally gave most of my clothes to the Goodwill. She still fit into some of her “fat clothes.” My uniforms were packed away, never to be worn again by me, anyway. I still could fit into a pair of XXL sweats that I had and a few of my larger t-shirts.

The third week, Sally gave away the rest of her clothes. We shopped at Goodwill and other thrift stores, since we were not sure how big we were going to get. I needed new briefs as I could not pull some of the old ones over my rapidly expanding bottom. Sally bought maternity clothes, as most of her weight seemed to be going to her tummy. She found some stretch pants that look fantastic, hugging her expanded tummy and bottom, showing off every curve and roll.

I finally weighed myself at the beginning of our fourth week of enlightenment. I had gained nearly forty pounds, mostly on my belly and rear end. My thighs rubbed together a bit and my butt jiggled when I walked, I mean waddled around the house. I have nice love handles that sag over the waist band of my swimsuit and briefs. Sally loves my expanded body; she is always pinching my round butt or poking my belly, especially when I have finished a particularly large meal.

Sally, too, has been indulging along with me. She now has a wonderful pear shape to her. Sally's tummy now bulges out, usually stuffed and her bottom cheeks bounce up and down when ever she waddles. She loves eating herself almost as much as she loves watching me eat.

The fifth week, I weighed myself again, fifteen pounds heavier. Sally was delighted, with the gain; she can hardly keep her hands off of my expanding, soft body. I notice a jiggle when I waddle around the house, my thighs rub together and my butt cheeks bounce up and down. I cannot see my feet anymore without bending forward to look at them. I have added over a foot to my waist and around my rear end. I have also gotten very, very lazy the added weight is a lot harder to carry around than I thought it would be.

But it feels so good to be FAT! I eat now whenever I want and all I want. Sally encourages me to eat to capacity whenever I have a meal. She pampers me, rubbing lotion on my distended belly and helping me get dressed. When we are sitting or walking together, she has one of her hands on one of my rolls, kneading it.

I am never, ever going to lose any weight! I love my now round, soft body, with my big pot belly and huge round bottom. Sally is in heaven; she just loves the new me.