u/Ancient_Persimmon502

I've put more of an effort into getting my wife to gain recently. Been getting her takeout at least once each day and ice cream most nights. Additionally I've been giving her bigger portions and trying my best to keep her on the couch. All of these things put together have led to her getting steadily bigger.

Honestly, I've probably been paying closer attention to how she looks than she has been. Every little detail on her body has caught my eye. Her shirts are getting tighter on her sleeves and back, her hips are getting even wider, and her tummy might be sticking out a little bit more now.

We've done some weigh ins and have both seen the number on the scale going up. I've asked her how she feels now that she's gone from 230 to over 240 in two months. She said that she doesn't really feel like she's put on any weight, maybe a few pounds at most. Hearing her say that was such a turn on to me. I know that she's been gaining. I can see it on the scale, I can see it in how her clothes hug her now, I can feel it when she rides me, fuck, I can even see it a little bit in how her arms stick out a bit more when she walks, making her walk look more like a waddle. She's gaining a pound a week and the most she'll admit to is maybe a few pounds.

By the time she admits that she's actually turning into a blimp, how big will she be? 250? 270? Maybe I should stop weighing her so she has absolutely no clue how heavy she is.

Thought I'd do a write up about my wife's gain over the course of our relationship. I get a lot of people asking about her story so it's easier if I type it all up once!

We met in college and started dating. Back then she was about 170lbs and I would best describe her as thick. She had great proportions and a big ass, but I wouldn't have even called her chubby. At this point, I was pretty comfortable with being a FA/feeder and even had helped an ex gain 10-15lbs, so I was pretty open about it being an interest early on. Given that we were still in the early stages of dating, I said it more as a way of opening up as opposed to trying to get her to gain.

We both graduate and went long-distance while she finished some post-grad stuff. While long-distance, we decided to dabble in gaining to experiment with things we could try out remotely. The arrangement was basically me just offering to buy her doordash and her stuffing herself. It was pretty fun, but her weight didn't go up all that much over a few months. But then Covid happened... Combine a partner who wants to see you get fatter with an academic lifestyle that keeps you from being active with a pandemic that keeps you locked up and you have the best stretch of gaining I could have ever imagined.

I was making pretty good money and had nothing I really wanted to spend it on, so I took every opportunity to buy her doordash. In my eyes I would be much happier seeing her grow than buying any new game or getting any new piece of tech. Almost every day I would be buying her food and she would be staying at home eating it in her sweatpants barely going outside. She would send pics of her full tummy and talk about how full she always was. She started the year at about 190lbs which was getting into the chubby territory for her.

For the next year she ballooned. Sure I saw the pics of her body getting bigger and bigger, but when I would see her in person, it was like those wg fics of a soldier coming back from overseas and finding out his wife had become a pig. Every time we were together I got to rediscover her body, her curves, her rolls. Everything felt different and I let her know.

At the end of the year, she finished up with school and moved in with me. At this point, she was over 215lbs. For a lot of people, 25lbs in a year isn't much, but I was on cloud 9. Just looking at this voluptuous goddess that I had pushed from thick to obese was more than I could have ever asked for. Her ass was massive, her thighs jiggled when she walked, her arms were so pillowy that every shirt hugged them tightly, and her tits bounced everywhere when we had sex.

At this point, I should point out... she is not a feedee. She gets no sexual pleasure out of gaining but she loves my reactions and attention to her gain. I've asked if she'd lose the weight if she wasn't with me, and her answer was just that she wouldn't try to lose it, but if she did, she'd be indifferent.

After moving in together, gaining took a backseat. I know in a lot of stories, this is where things get really serious, but the dynamic was different: we both had to work our jobs, covid was ending, and we just took a different direction. It became something we mostly joked about. Like I would ask her if she wanted dessert at a restaurant and she would joke about me just wanting to get her fatter (which I 100% did). Or I would make a passing comment about her walking speed and she would stare and say "you made me this way."

She passively gained a bit and by the beginning of this year, she was about 225 or 230. Due to my job, she was able to stay home and not work and I'm WFH as well. This is where things begin to look more like a fantasy. I realized that I would be able to take everything off of her metaphorical plate and put a lot onto her physical plate. It's tricky to juggle everything, but I've gotten into a groove of taking care of most responsibilities. I'm able to work, clean, run errands, and most importantly, get her food. It takes a lot of energy, but something clicked in my brain around this time where I'm able to find the energy to do anything if it means that I can keep her on the couch and eating.

It's hard to make that sort of lifestyle change and not get a raised eyebrow from her. We talk about it all, and she's approaching the situation with the "if I gain, I gain" mindset, but I'm making it really hard for her to say no to food. I'm counting calories in the meals I make her, I'm calculating her TDEE to make sure she's eating enough, I'm spending my lunch breaks getting her takeout and I'm spending my evenings cooking her delicious meals and getting her ice cream. Like I said earlier, she's not a feedee, but she's living the feedee's dream. If she wanted to gain weight at all, she'd be a blimp by now, but I'll settle for her being a plump princess.

From the time I met her to now, she's gone from about 170lbs to 235lbs. It's so hot to think about how this is all my fault, and that if I didn't date her, she might have been fit, maybe even an athlete with a toned body, but I took that thick figure and pumped over 65lbs of fat onto her. Everything shakes when she walks. Her ass and tummy stick out and she's only getting rounder.

And this is where we are now. I'm weighing her weekly and the scale is going up. Might be too early to call, but she's putting on like 1lb/week. We'll see where things go, but given that my weight limit that I'd want her to get to is much higher than what her limit is, it's up to her to say when she thinks she's big enough. But given that I'm taking care of all of the work and errands, I'm making it as hard as possible for her to stay her current size.

Let me know if I glossed over any aspect of gaining that you'd like to hear more about.