My wife was only about 130 pounds when I met her (five years ago) and now she's around 215. For reference I'm at 160. Went from a B to a DD cup. She's on the border between XL and 1X at the moment that's kind of a shocker to her. Not into gaining or anything, wouldn't mind losing weight, but loves her body and loves being spoiled rotten even more. She's pretty evenly distributed which I'm grateful for, but she still has a pretty substantial belly that I can play with.
She initially freaked out at around 160 pounds about two years ago, vowing to lose weight and exercise, but it didn't last long. She also had a negative image of her body around that time (long before I met her, she was an anorexic teenager with verbally abusive parents). So she started gaining again. She hit 205 mid last year and was pretty stable at that point with the treat to normal meal ratio. I used the holidays this year as an excuse to push her over that hump and get her to indulge more. Boy has she.
More interesting to me though, has been her mental transformation, just becoming a lazy slob.
It's so easy to make her fat. Calling her to offer her something on the way home:
"I'm off work. You want me to bring you anything home?"
"Meow"
"You want something sweet?"
"....Can I have some chocolate cake...?"
"Of course. You want me to bring you one from Costco? They're a better deal than individual slices."
"...Mm... Mhmm..."
She devours the whole thing over the course of the week by herself. Then it's donuts, cheesecake, or something or other. She stains her clothes with food stains so often now. She sneers when I even bring up the mere idea of her getting up to get her drink herself. When I pick her up from work, she'll immediately unbutton her jeans and let her belly spill out onto her lap, even though she's starving. Then it's McDonalds or Taco Bell from there. Afterwards, she'll always want dessert, usually a hot fudge sundae. I'll come home when she doesn't want anything, and I'll find empty packs of ramen noodles in the garbage. Not fat by itself, but she'll have one of those in-between meals, and at 500cals each, plus butter, it's substantial.
Not to mention that in the last six months, she's gradually flown off the handle about farting and burping in front of me. We did that before, but now she really loudly burps and farts more often, louder, and generally comes off as more crass. A loud burp always follows a heavy meal she greedily sucks down. Never does that with people around though.
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