Chapter 30 Pulverising expectations.

403 pounds.
Four hundred and three pounds.
Four hundred....

We fell silent . If was as if time was held still.
The scale was the first to talk:

"... Goodbye.. " It said with it's mechanical voice, completely unaware of the significance of the information it had just unleashed upon us.

"Try again" I said, not knowing really why, maybe just hoping to hear the number again.

".... It's ... Four... Hundred and... three point.... Four... Pounds"

Holly Mother of God. It was still unreal somehow. My wife, my Rachel who had once been 150 pounds was standing there, huge distended belly and engorged breasts, unable to see the number through a sea of her own fat. The number that proved beyond the shadow of a doubt that she had become a true fat girl, like a really big one, not just your average smaller fat that you see on the street most days, but a proper porker a distinctly large person that you don't often come across.

I snapped out of my train of thoughts and I hugged her. I could feel the enormous bulk of her body pressed against mine.

"I can tell that you're happy about it" She said, noting my more than evident erection. "Doesn't happen everyday to see you lost for words, but I think I get the message" And she had a feeling of my cock through my trousers

"Beyond happy" I said, almost moaning with pleasure. " Its even better that anything that I could have expected"

"I tried my best" she said with a mischievous smile. "Now.. don't I get a reward for how good I've done it?"

Right, right. The cake.
I got the thing out of the fridge slightly afraid that Rachel would tell me to bugger off for how big it was.
The millionaire shortbread cake looked imposing. It was meant to be more than 20 servings and more than 10.000 calories and I put the metaphorical cherry on top by writing 400 hundred with whipped cream.

But my wife didn't disappoint. She was already wearing nothing but her knickers, even though you could barely see them through the huge folds of her fat. She just proceed to sensually kneel on all fours while arching her back, her belly touching the floor and her rotund ass wobbling hypnotically and started eating with her bare hands.

For a solid 10 minutes there was nothing but munching and moaning with bliss. Rachel on a trance like a state of utter indulgence.

When she was around half way through, her breathing started to change, getting more labored and changing pace.

Around two thirds in, she just collapsed on her side. Her mouth, nose and cheeks were covered in chocolate and caramel syrup that went all the way down through her double chin and generous chest. Her breathing was heavy and her belly was going up and down with every painful breath.

"You're gonna have... to help me" She could barely talk among the heavy panting.

You know me by now. I'm an obedient and diligent feeder, wouldn't let my huge pig of a wife to waste away.

I started massaging her very hard belly while feeding her mouthfuls of cake. She looked at me like a lamb, completely under the spell of this ultimate test of glutony and indulgence. Her mouth just hanging half opened but she kept taking big mouths of cake and swallowing. Pain and pleasure mixed in equal parts.

Eventually she stopped eating all together. She could not talk, but she kept on moving her mouth away from any more bites. There was barely 5 o 6 servings left, this wouldn't do.

I put the remaining cake in the blender with a bit of heavy cream to give it a better consistency. The result was nearly a pint of dense and rich milkshake.

I grabbed the funnel and went back to my struggling wife, still lying on the floor exhausted.
I put the tube close to her lips, and she put them around the spout. Such a good piggy. She started chugging sheepishly but evidently trying to keep nausea at bay, with every chug her belly convulsed outwardly.

Finally, she finished the last drop and collapsed again with the shadow of a smile drawn on her chocolate covered face.

It took her nearly 6 hours to start moving again. And by 7 pm she managed to get to the shower.
I pretty much gave her the shower myself while she was fighting to stand still. The mesmerising size of her body had me spell bound, my inner teenager was still trying to process it:

400 pounds. Holly fuck.