40 for 40, Chapter 4: The Plan

Chapter 4 of 15 of my new weight gain/stuck story, 40 for 40. 

CHAPTER 4: THE PLAN

Marion sat reading her book, but not really reading her book while she waited for Roger to brush his teeth and get into bed. How would she broach the subject? 

Roger came in, Marion put her book down and slinked under the covers, pulling them up to her chin. “Are you done reading? Should I turn the light off?”

Marion’s hands were shaking. Say it, say it, say it. She pulled the cover up to her nose, “I want to get fat for you.” She hid under the covers.

Roger sat on the side of the bed, stunned, confused, convinced he’d misheard something, “what?”

Marion peaked out from the covers, “well, fatter I guess. I want to get fatter, for you- for your birthday.”

She could see the fireworks in his eyes, even as he tried to play it calm and cool. She knew she’d said magic words, but wasn’t sure what kind of spell she’d cast.

“I-I, um,” Roger stammered. Marion worried she’d broken him, broken him with sexiness. 

“There’s 5 months left until your 40th birthday, my goal is to gain 40lbs.”

Roger slipped beside her. She could feel his hard-on on her hip, his hand was drawn to her belly like a magnet, “happy birthday to me.”

“I don’t know how yet, or what the rules are,” Roger chuckled at “rules” but Marion let it go, if she was going to do this she was going to do it properly, “how does this sort of thing usually go? In your fantasies I mean? Like, you can’t feed me and fuck me while we’re sitting down to family dinner…”

Roger couldn’t stop giggling, Marion was blushing, she really didn’t know much about how this was going to work beyond “Roger likes fat, I’ll get fat.”

“Well it’s a private thing, that we do in private, like feeding you a piece of chocolate in bed.”

“A piece of chocolate?” Marion knew that wouldn’t do, “That’s not enough to gain 40 pounds.”

“Well I mean that’s just what we can feed you, in private, for fun. To really gain weight, you need to eat… more. Every meal you eat more than you would otherwise, and your reason for doing so would just be our sexy little secret.”

It was surprisingly simple, thought Marion, just eating more. She’d already been eating more from Thanksgiving to her birthday to Christmas just by enjoying the holidays. All she had to do was maintain that feeling of overstuffed contentment?

“I’ve dreamed of you saying something like this since I met you,” Roger rubbed her belly as he spoke, “but are you sure you want to do this? You’ve always been kind of uncomfortable with my fat fetish, and 40 pounds is a big commitment, it’s a big change.”

That Roger was still looking out for her and giving her an out, even in the face of his wildest dreams made her love him even more.

“It kinda scares me if I’m honest. But also, if I’m honest, I’ve already gained more than 40 pounds since I met you. And you made my 40th such an amazing day, and you don’t want a party or things, but I could give you this, I could indulge your silly fantasy once in our life. One time only.”

“Once is enough, even if you don’t gain a pound, this conversation is the sexiest thing we’ve ever done together.” 

Marion laughed, “well that was easy. All these years I didn’t need to get fat, I just needed to talk about getting fat.”

“Haha, kinda!”

Marion kissed Roger deeply, she grabbed his hand and pushed it into her panties. Roger’s fingers found her, but he still stammered, “I don’t know if I can, I’ll cum too soon.”

Marion smiled a fiendish smile, “so cum already,” she pushed Roger onto his back and mounted him, she picked up her belly and plopped it down on his stomach, taking his two hands and placing them on her fat pounch, “Make me fatter Roger. Fatten me Roger. I want to get fat for you.” 

“I-I-“ She rode him fast, anticipating that he couldn’t last another moment. But surprisingly she hit the mark herself. She lifted her hanging belly out of the way and pushed Roger’s fingers into her clit, 

NNNNGH. “Make me-NNNG Make me ffff—fuck. MMmmm-ake mm-“ she lost her speech. She collapsed on top of Roger, her fat pushing his hand out of the way. She’s not entirely sure what happened. She thought she was teasing Roger, but then she came.

She nuzzled her nose into his neck, but then opened her eyes and lifted her head up, “I didn’t hear you cum.”

Roger was still stunned, he blushed, “I came the instant you got on me.”

They laughed.

Marion slipped off of Roger and rested beside him. They didn’t say a word for ages, but Marion’s head was racing.

“Ok, so here’s the rules.”

Roger laughed and covered his eyes with his arm.

“I’m serious, it’s the only way I know how to do this.”

“Okay, what are the rules.”

“I’m still not sure what I think of the word fat, I know you love it, but it still feels funny when I say it, I might never say it again, I just wanted to try something.”

“I’m fine with that. Thanks for saying it tonight, it was amazing.”

“And I’m not sure how much I want to talk about fattening or getting fatter, I’ll keep you posted as we go, this is all very new.”

“It’ll be our secret.”

“I reserve the right to give up at any moment, even maybe tomorrow morning.”

“Of course, it’s your body, it’s your choice.”

“I haven’t made up my mind about the rest of your weirdo stuff, the measuring, the weighing, I don’t know if I want to know or want you to know what I weigh.”

“I have a general idea.” Roger accurately guessed Marion to weigh just over 260 pounds, which would mean she would cross the 300 threshold if she gained 40 pounds, the milestone excited him.

“Keep it to yourself, I might lose my nerve if the numbers make it all too real.”

“My lips are sealed.”

“I’ll have to give up yoga, and swimming.”

Roger lifted his head, “no you don’t. You enjoy those things, they make you feel good.”

“Yeah, but I it’ll make it harder to gain weight.”

“I say focus on the eating but keep living the life you live, I don’t want you to associate gaining weight with feeling miserable because you’ve stopped doing all the things you enjoy.”

Marion did enjoy those things, but she also knew that behind it all was her fighting to keep her fatness at bay. She didn’t talk about it that way because she knew Roger didn’t like exercise for the purpose of losing weight or controlling weight. She’d assumed she’d have to give them up to gain any meaningful weight. She wondered how much more she’d have to eat to overcome her exercise habits. She might cut back a little.

“There’s probably more I haven’t thought of.”

“Your wardrobe,” Roger kept tabs on Marion’s size, she had already outgrown several clothing stores she used to shop in regularly, 40 pounds would put her strictly in plus size only territory which would severely limit her already limiting options.

“Oh God, my wardrobe!” Marion had forgotten that. Nothing will fit her 40 pounds fatter. “I don’t know what to do about that, I guess we jump off that bridge when we get there.” Her clothes were already noticeably tighter after the holidays, the bridge was already fast approaching. 

“So I take it then, the chocolate ban is lifted?”

“I didn’t BAN chocolate.”

“You absolutely banned chocolate, you got mad at me for buying chocolate chips when I was making cookies for the school bakesale.”

Marion was getting obstinate, “there was never a ban, I simply requested a brief respite after an overly indulgent holiday.”

Roger nuzzled his nose into her neck, she giggled, and relented, “yes, the ban is lifted.”

“I love you.”

“I love you too. I hope I can make your dreams come true.”

“You already have.”

Marion snuggled in. Roger was so easy, but she didn’t want that to be an excuse for her to go easy. 

She wanted to commit. 

She wanted to commit to getting fat.