chapter 3

Dani followed Josh into the house, admiring how, from his broad shoulders, now hung softened arms which dangled alongside a widened waist. The veins of his forearms hung on for dear life to remain visible, quickly fading behind layers of fat with each passing week. His ass, once tight and round, now appeared flatter and wider underneath tightening jeans. Once an inverted triangle, Josh now appeared as a rectangle. Dani swallowed, hoping he’d soon be a pear.

“I gotta pee so bad,” Josh chuckled, tossing his keys on the counter, “but I want to keep as much weight as I can. Let’s get this show on the road!” he said, unbuttoning his jeans.

“I’m so excited!” Dani bounced as they made their way to the bathroom.

Dani gently placed the scale at Josh’s feet.

“Hubba hubba, take that shirt off!” she played.

Josh removed his shirt, looked at himself in the mirror, and laughed.

“Jesus!” he laughed, “I really am turning into a tank. Why is that such a turn on?” his cheeks reddened.

Dani reached up to kiss him on the cheek. She stood to his side, wrapping her arm around his back, and placed her other hand on his gut. She admired how stuffed he looked, how soft his chest looked.

“I know this is going to sound selfish, but I have to admit, I’m so happy with how your weight has distributed,” Dani laughed, “I love...LOVE how it’s mostly settling in your belly. Biggest turn on ever.” she spat through gritted teeth, giving his belly a playfully rough smack. “Your hips are getting soft, you’re starting to get some tits, and your ass and legs are getting chunky, but this belly is getting seriously big. I can’t wait to see how much bigger we can make it.”

“I gotta say, I’ve genuinely never felt sexier. I love having this beer gut. It looks and feels so manly. Thinking all the time about how I’d look if I just gained 10, 20, 50 more pounds...I really can’t stop thinking about it.” Josh replied, gaze fixed at his belly in the mirror as he judged from different angles.

“Ugh! Music to my ears. It really is so manly. You look like someone who knows exactly what he wants...or someone who has a woman who knows exactly what she wants.”

“Oh, I’m definitely both. At this point, even if you weren’t so obsessed with making me fatter, I’d be doing it for myself.” Josh sucked in and let his gut push outward as he exhaled.

“Oh, god…” Dani shook herself anxiously, “let’s get you on that scale ASAP so I can take you to bed.”

Josh exhaled heavily. “I’m legit nervous.” he chuckled. “All that takeout, all that eating, all that help from you to keep me going when I thought I was going to explode. Here it is. 30 pounds in 5 months…”

Josh stepped on the scale and the two watched the digital display go to work, calculating under the pressure of Josh’s growing mass. The display flashed and spat out a number.

“Fuck…” Josh grumbled.

“Oh my god!” Dani shouted, simultaneously.

Josh stepped off and got back on. Again, the scale churned and displayed a number.

“198!” Dani shouted, “my GOD!” she wrapped her arms around Josh from behind and grabbed a generous chunk of his belly.

“Sorry, babe.” Josh dribbled, bending over to put the scale away.

“Sorry for what!? Are you kidding me? Look at you! 198!”

“Yeah…” he responded, leaving the bathroom dejected. “2 freakin pounds!” he lamented, walking back out towards the kitchen. Dani followed shortly after, finding him sitting at the kitchen counter.

“Babe, are you playing some kind of joke on me?”

“I just know the number is a big turn on for you, and thinking about it became a huge turn on for me too. I just feel kinda shitty we had all that build up to be a little short. That’s all.”

“Josh, you HAVE to be kidding me. 28 pounds is so much in just 5 months! I swear to god I’m so wet we’re going to slip and fall on our way back to bed.”

Josh laughed, then sighed, slumped in his seat.

“Baby, what’s wrong?” she continued. “Look at how sexy you look!” She lifted his belly and dropped it, letting it bounce above his waistband. “You were just telling me how sexy you feel! Are you going to let 2 pounds change that?”

“I mean I know you’re right,” he defended, “I just REALLY wanted to see 200 on the scale after 5 months of having no idea what I weighed. I was fantasizing about how you’d react. And I feel weirdly competitive about the whole thing and just want to ‘win’, you know? Kinda feels like I didn’t win the game here.”

“Babe, I could not be more turned on. Seriously. I love how big you look, I love how fat you’re getting, I love what a huge appetite you’re getting.” she slowly slid her hand between his legs. She gently nibbled at his neck as he leaned back in his chair. When she felt him begin to harden in her hand, she continued: “And besides...I promise I’ll have you at 200 before the day is over.”

She bit her lower lip and chuckled deep in her throat as Josh moaned and threw his head back.

“That’s a good piggy. Now, why don’t you give me one last memory of what it’s like to get pounded from behind by a man in his hundreds...”