“I keep him at home now.”
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
That night as my wife and I lay in bed and she dug through my fatpad and gripped my cock I thought about that very scenario. My wife all dressed up and ready to go out, then the ring of the doorbell and the sound of Susan’s voice as my wife and her chat. Then my wife asks if she wants to say hello to me. A moment later I hear the footsteps in the hallway and Susan’s voice again, faint at first then louder snd louder as she approaches the bedroom door while i lay there pinned to the bed under the weight of all my gluttony.
