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My wife is fattening me up
She is a trim, super pretty ** woman, but has always had a thing for feeding me. I have gone from 160 lbs to a big fat 298 and she seems to want to get me even bigger.
I dont mind that my fat turns her on, but its getting hard to move and the fatter I get the more she feeds me. I am blowing up so big I need new clothes every week and I am starting to give in and just let her fatten me up into her personal man pig.
While I admit its ** to see my trim hot ** wife attacted to a now fat pig like me, I am scared if she leaves me.
How much do you weigh now?
I weighed in at 273 last week. Can't believe I've almost doubled my weight since I met my (now) wife. She stuffs me every night and rubs my packed belly so at this rate I'll be well over 300 pounds by the end of the year. She came home from the mall with 50 inch pants last week, patted my belly and said "Room to grow!" so no doubt she has big plans for me.
Keep us posted.
My wife is blowing me up like a balloon and I feel helpless to stop it. I weighed in at 304 today. Those 50 inch pants are now tight, and my wife has replaced them with a 54 inch version. I've been trying to exercise to hold the line on my weight, but it's hard for me to handle 30 minutes in the gym at this point. My wife makes a big breakfast and then stuffs me silly at dinner so I must be putting away 3500 calories a day, easy. Tonite, she fed me until I could barely breathe, then had me take off my shirt and pants. "You getting rolly polly!" she said, patting my upper belly, then putting her ** in my belly button. I started to moan and got so hard her hands moved lower... At this point, I'm her helpless fatty, getting bigger and bigger.
Hope you don't mind me asking, but how did you meet your wife? Your progress sounds amazing, I'd love a wife like yours some day that is so diligent in fattening me up.
Any updates?
Trust me - you've married a feeder and she's going to make you fatter than you ever imagined you could get. My wife is also Asian and barely 100 pounds, and she is really into weight contrast and feeding me. When we first met I was around 250 and I could tell she was an FA by how she couldn't keep her hands off my belly. Now that I'm pushing 390 she stuffs me every night and regularly weighs and measures me. She is so obsessed with my belly she doesn't let me wear a shirt around the house so she can get access to it at all times. She is super flexible and tiny so she is a real 'acrobat' in the bedroom. Wouldn't surprise me if she fattens me up over 600 pounds one day but I have no regrets.