Fit Pretty Girl Needed To Destroy Me

My biggest flex

I outgrew the patio furniture a while ago so my wife bought me a heavy duty bench seat. It’s 48’ wide and now when I sit on it my fat spreads me the width of the bench and more. My hip fat has started to hang over. And my ass fat lifts me up a good foot from the bench. But still it holds me and I will often sit on it naked in the back patio to get some sun. This weekend I was doing just that when my wife came out back with some hot dogs for the grill. I was sitting there shirtless and she came up behind me and dug her hands into my back fat. She lifted up my massive tits which now wrap around into back rolls and started to squeeze and jiggle all the fat on my back. “My gosh. This is new,” she said. “Your back is getting so squishy.”

As my wife grilled the hot dogs I caught a glimpse of myself in the sliding glass back door. My god, I thought. I’ve become a massive blob. When the hot dogs were done my wife pushed a tray table in front of me. I counted a dozen hot dogs on the plate and looked up at her. “We already ate dinner,” I said. She gave me the kind of stern look I had come accustomed to whenever I answered back. “Eat them all and I’ll drain your balls,” she said.

It was all she had to say. I’ve always been sex motivated. So I started eating the hot dogs. One after another. And while I ate the hot dogs my wife stood behind me sinking her hands into back fat and gliding her hands over my tits and belly rolls. “My god you’re going to be 500 lbs soon,” she said. “It’s a lot of weight for you, isn’t it baby? You’re a shorty. I know it’s a lot of weight.”

I was too busy shoving hot dog into my face to answer her. While I chewed one hot dog I had another ready to go gripped between my sausage fingers.

Then my wife got a phone call. It was her friend Susan. They used to go out to karaoke together but they hadn’t seen each other in about three years. I used to go from time to time also.

As my wife started talking to Susan she stood a few feet in front of me. I must have slowed down my pace cuz she mouthed “keep eating” and gave me this stern look. Then she returned to the conversation with Susan. They were going to meet up for karaoke next week and catch up. Then a moment later my wife looked at me

“Susan’s asking if you’re going to join us at karaoke next week, baby” my wife laughed. Before I could say anything my wife answered for me. “No, I keep him at home now,” she said and between my wife’s giggling I could hear Susan laughing on the other end. When my wife got off the phone I asked her if Susan knew about our lifestyle. “All she knows is that I own you,” she said. “She used to domme. She’s kink friendly. Don’t worry.”

I wasn’t really worried. In fact I wanted Susan to see me. To see what my wife really meant by “I keep him at home.” To see how much weight I’ve put on since I last saw her, how helplessly fat my wife has made me

I have this fantasy where my wife cucks me. I don’t think I would want it to really happen. And it’s not something either of us have ever talked about. But sometimes I think about it.

In this fantasy my wife comes to me and says she wants to cuck me. That i’ve gotten too fat to fuck her and she has sexual needs. I protest and say that I could lose weight. She laughs this off and says she”s not done fattening me and she wants it all. I become kind of bratty and say something like, “fine. If I end up 600 lbs you can cuck me.” My wife responds gleefully and I instantly regret it because I just gave her the incentive to be as aggressive as she has to.

The next day she starts aggressively overfeeding me and a day doesn't go by where I”m not overfed. I steadily put on weight over the next year and at around the two year mark I’m just a few lbs from 600. The day i reach 600 lbs my wife squeals in excitement. She gives me the new rules. On days she brings a man over to fuck her she will move me into the spare room. She says that I can wear headphones so I don’t hear them but I admit to her that I am turned on by it and want to hear her get fucked while I am pinned to the bed with all this weight she’s put on me.

A few days later she comes home from work and tells me she has a date. She helps me out of bed and moves me to the spare bedroom. A little while later she comes into the bedroom and she’s wearing a tight red dress. She bends over and lifts up her dress. “I’ve always wanted to cuck you, baby,” she says. “I’m so wet knowing you, my pig hubby, are so big you’re stuck in bed during my dick appointment.”