My wife made me and our two sons fat. And I was in on it
It all started about 3 years ago. At the time I regurarly visited a gym. I was nowhere near as jacked as some guys you see, but I was in really good shape. And our teen boys were also into sports. One played soccer and the other water polo, and they were just generally very active.
Now one night me and the wife were having this deep conversation and after a while she told me that since she was a little girl she always wanted the men in her family to be fat and how she thinks we all would be so much happier and more content if we were to pack on some weight and that it would make her very happy to see us be comfortable and well cared for. Eventhough this made some sense knowing that her brother and father were both big men, at the time I still didn't know what to make of it and told her that I needed time to think. After a while though I came to the conclusion that maybe being more forgiving when it comes to diet and exercise is not the end of the world. So I told her that as long as we don't force this on the boys I am okay with giving it a shot, but things could revert back into normal anytime if I see fit. She happily aggreed.
It wasn't very sudden or extreme. She started making bigger and richer meals. Soda and snacks appeared in our home. You bet the boys developed a liking to the soda and snacks very quickly. And since there was an abundance of those they basically could have however much they wanted. It didn't take longer than a few weeks until I started seeing them taking a whole package up to their rooms to eat.
I gotta admit, it felt nice to not care how much I ate, and since my wife is a really good cook, I found myself overeating quite often actually. And I really liked the gym time as just freetime. So I started going less and less and soon stopped going completely. The consequences first hit me about 2 or 3 months in. One morning I almost couldn't button my pants. And then I realised that I was actually putting on fat. My stomach was flabbier, I had starting love handles, my chest was puffier too. And it somehow felt... exciting? I don't know, like I was doing something forbidden.
After that I kind of started doing it on purpose. I also got a kick out of being a bad role model for my sons. I would eat tons in front of them. I started having seconds even thirds sometimes after a while. I started being shirtless around the house a lot more too. I wanted my wife and kids to see that Dad was getting fat. They would joke about how I was starting to jiggle or when I was grunting after a large meal because I was too full. And I would always say something like yeah I don't care about the gym anymore or that the food is just so good that it's worth it.
And all my bad influence was rubbing off on them. They both became quite greedy and sedentary not even a year in. And it was showing. They were on the verge of being overweight by then. Both their tummies were getting quite prominent and overall they looked less sporty. Now in water polo a little extra poundage can actually be your advantage, but the younger one was quickly getting too slow and lazy on the soccer field. He was warned multiple times to lose weight but eventually they removed him from the team. He wasn't really sad about it either. Not long after that the older quit his team on his own accord saying that he just didn't care anymore.
All three of us were actually getting quite fat. It was very surreal but not unpleasant. My wife of course was very happy with these developements and she couldn't keep her hands off me. Our s** life was the best it has ever been. (Still is)
I always felt that the boys quitting sports was a turning point. After that both were gaining weight steadily. But since all of us were, it felt kind of normal. And a lot of other things became normal too. Like burping after or during a big meal or wearing unbuttoned pants. After a while it was hard to tell that any of us were ever athletic. I became very lazy and sluggish.
Since my wife maintained her weight she was the one getting all the questions from family friends about why we were getting so fat. But that stopped too eventually once everyone got used to the new us.
Three years after that conversation, last week my doctor told me that I am well into obese territory. I didn't want to tell him that the weight he read off the scale was probably off, since I was very full at the time. The boys gotten pretty big too. They are actually obese themselves, but they seem to be okay with it. But if I ever saw them being unhappy with themselves I would help them with their weight loss efforts.
I am quite ashamed of what I had let happen. Yet I am kind of not. For one thing, my wife was right. I do feel happy and content. And the boys seem to be too.