OC: The family that eats together...

     Lana grunted as her stomach pressed against the kitchen counter as she reached forward to grab the bottle of seasoning from the shelf. With a monumental jiggle she stretched forward to grab it, before rebounding back, her whole body shaking. Grinning with success, she pinched a little out and sprinkled it onto the steak in front of her. Having finished the dish, Lana pushed it to the side and began to prepare for another meal.

     If one were to look into that kitchen from outside the house, they would see what looked like a boulder rolling around the kitchen, as though the people living there were very dedicated rock collectors, willing to lug one of their possessions around as they cooked. If you could see inside the kitchen you would see that the boulder was actually an avalanche of a women called Lana. Having layers upon layers of fat piled onto her it was an easy mistake to make. She stood in the middle of the room, plate after plate of various food surrounding her, ready for her husband's return, as they let off a delectable aroma that permeated the room and took Lana's incredible will to resist eating. She had managed to pull herself to the immense size she was not just through indulgence, but by a practice and dedication to feel as full and as happy as a body like this could give her.

     That willpower radiated off her, even with how she looked now, a mammoth of a woman clad in nothing more than an apron in a room filled with professionally made meals. Wanting to be a chef for as long as she could remember Lana had always been cooking. She had made delicacy after delicacy, getting better and more delicious with each sampling. Of course, she had to sample all her meals, both the good and the bad, and along with eating her regular meals the pounds had started to pack on as her career grew. Yet rather than find it revolting she had fallen in love with it, wanting to be nothing but bigger, and so she had become.

     With only an apron on, her body held no secrets from the observer's eye. Her face was the smallest part of her, cheeks slightly round, looking more swollen than fat, with two icy blue eyes peering out at the room. Her long blond hair framed her head, keeping her in an eternal glowing halo. The two perky breasts sat bulging below that were large, yet still not remarkably so, as they still seemed to fit under the apron, albeit snuggly . Trailing down to her back was where her tremendous size started to shine through, as it was a flowing tapestry of love handles and folds, that flowed downward to meet a rear made of quivering and dimpled orbs, that with every movement would fight to see who could rise above the other. Support her large frame were a set of tree trunk thighs that touched and molded on each other all the way down to her knees. Yet her most prominent feature had to be her belly, which jutted forward a good three feet in front of her, making any attempt to see her lower body herself impossible. It rolled over itself, forming a second stomach roll below the first that reached down to her mid-thigh, which served to keep her more modest than the apron did, as it had run out of fabric long before that point. Despite all of this, she held barely any cellulite, her skin glowing an alabaster shine from being well kept, as well as a lack of sun exposure.

     Taking a moment to cuddle and fondle her 350+ form, she stood there as she felt the flesh of her lower stomach fold ooze through her fingers. It sent a shiver down her spine. Having taken that moment to indulge, she set back to work cooking for her husband.

     Now, one might be wondering, as you doubtlessly are, why would a woman of such clear size and gluttony be cooking such a gigantic feast for anyone other than themselves. To tell that story we have to go back and perceive the marriage between Lana and her husband, Jeffery. Lana was a demanding woman, powerful and strong-willed, she would very rarely let anyone tell her what to do and how she should do it. She had taken this motto when her friends and family had told her that the weight she had was disgusting, and had never let it go. By comparison, Jeff was anything but strong, willing to let anyone walk over him should they feel the need. When he and Lana had met, he had been struck by her bountifulness and beauty, himself a lover of larger women, and when the two had gotten to know each other, he had found that his heart cared for her more for who she was, rather than just a symbol of sex, and they quickly became star-crossed lovers.  He was often subjected to Lana's whims, as she could throw her weight around quite well, both literally and metaphorically with her overpowering personality. Still, they loved each other deeply, willing to do anything to make each other happy, from Jeff helping Lana turn her body to a temple of growth, to Lana protecting him from the more aggressive aspects of the world.

     Except for the last couple of weeks. Jeff had been coming home sad, and sometimes drunk, after his job at a banking firm. The normally docile man had become angry and short-fused, willing to argue with his wife over the most minuscule detail. Barely managing to pry the story out of him over dinner, she had learned that a new (and handsome) assistant at the firm had been given the promotion that Jeff had been working towards for the past two years. At least, that's what Lana thought had happened, as she had trouble trying to pull it out from the many comments her husband made out his boss being a no good [EXPLICIT] willing to do anything to get another guy on the payroll willing to do [WOW THIS IS EXPLICIT] to her.

     Lana had thought long and hard about what she could do to help her husband feel better about himself, and after some soul searching, she thought she had found the answer.

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     Jeff sighed as he pulled himself out of his car, locking it, and proceeding up the driveway up to the samll house her shared with his wife. It had been another long day at work, having to sit there knowing that his horny boss would only ever want to work alongside single men. Well, fuck her! What did she know about men! Jeff thought as he took stock of himself in the car's mirror. His flat brunette hair was cut close to his skull, and two tired green eye leered beneath his brow. He wasn't a half bad looking guy, wiry and thin, he managed to keep off the weight that he wife was all too eager to take onto herself. He had a beautiful Venus of a wife that he loved more than anything, her kindness and assurances a constant source of warmth, and he would let something as pathetic as this get him down. Or that's what her tried to tell himself. Yet still, his wife had called him, asking him not to go to the bar, but instead come home. Maybe she had a surprise planned? Shuffling through the door, engrossed in his thoughts, it took him a moment to take in the scene in the living room.

     The room itself was the same as always, a single four seater (or his wife and two people) couch, and large plasma TV, a six by three foot coffee table that separated the two, and set into the far wall was the door that led to the kitchen. The late night had left the room in a low lighting that stretched the shadows. The oddities of the room came in a set of three. The first was the food that was spread all over the table, with some plates having been put on the floor from a lack of space. They came in all forms, from meat to vegetable to candy, prepared in every way, let loose a truly incredible smell. In the corner of the room, pizza boxes were stacked, with a pile of Chinese takeout lying on top, clearly even more food to add to what his wife had managed to cook. The second sign was a waterproof plastic sheet had been placed over the couch. The third change was his wife, who leaned against the kitchen doorframe smirking, naked. The nudity was nothing new, as Lana had continued to pad herself out, clothes were a chore that didn't seem necessary in the privacy of their own home, so she had forsaken them, electing only to dress on occasions where she had to leave the house or they had visitors. But as she stood up and sashayed/waddled over to him seductively, he couldn't help but feel it meant something.

     She must have been planning a stuffing session tonight thought Jeff. It had happened before when Lana had wanted Jeff to stuff her with as much food as her gargantuan gut could stomach, sometimes spontaneously, sometimes planned, like this must be. As she walked towards him, Lana picked up a wedge of cheese in her hand. "Hone-" Jeff started, a suave line planned, only to find his mouth filled with a warm and creamy flavor. Swallowing, Jeff tried again to speak, but the second he opening his mouth, a spoon filled with curry wormed its way inside his mouth to silence him. Jeff's surprised expression met Lana's loving one has she used her now cheeseless hand to push him towards the couch.

     "Jeffery," Lana whispered "you've been good to me for so long, tending to my every desire, helping me to pursue my pleasures and dreams, and helping me to becoming one of the biggest chefs in the city, in every meaning." By this point Lana had placed herself and Jeff down on the sofa, and leaned over him, causing her thighs and stomach to ooze onto his lap. "Yet now that you're hurting, what have I done yet to help you feel better? Nothing. So tonight, I thought I would teach you why all the changes I let us make to my body could make me so happy, so that it make feel the same for you."

     And so Lana began to give Jeff a night he would look back on fondly. Taking the nearest dish in hand she would feed him, letting each piece go smoothly down, waiting for him to finish chewing before having another portion ready. From sweet to spicy, salty to tart, Lana kept pushing more and more food down Jeff's gullet, taking food from a wide variety of the lessons she had been taught, and the recipes she thought up herself. As this went on they found themselves exploring each others' bodies. Lana had little time to focus on fondling her husband, as she had to break each time he swallowed to feed him again, but in the times between she found herself softly rubbing and admiring her husband's growing belly. Jeff had no such qualms with admiring his wife. He would first cup her breasts, squeezing them gently as she would let loose coos of pleasure. Moving down to her belly he would place both hands on it before shaking it, watching as the two folds would jiggle and bounce, Lana's giggles soft in the background. Finally he would take bug handfuls of her thighs, letting it ooze through his fingers before he shook them, and her whole body responded as it quivered, the foundation's jiggles moving throughout the rest of her mass. Then the cycle between them would repeat.

     Lana, however, refused to let the moment grow stagnate for even a second, using a variety of ways to keep it interesting between them. First she had taken a large plate of spaghetti and had woven the strands between her fingers, letting Jeff slurp and suckle the pasta off her fingers. During this time Jeff dimly realized that he was only in his underwear, but whether he had taken his clothes off, or Lana had, he couldn't say. Next she had taken a large pitcher of chocolate sauce, and in proving why the sheet on the couch was necessary, poured it over her breasts and stomach splashing both of them. Pushing Jeff onto his back she held herself over him, letting him lick the chocolate pools off of her. Every time his tongue grazed her skin through the chocolate it sent shivers through her body, letting all of her adipose jiggle. Finally Lana pulled over the remaining pizza boxes and gently lowered herself onto Jeff, making sure not to hurt him under her massive weight. Jeff wheezed slightly as he felt Lana's huge volume cover every inch of him, par his head. Staring into each others eyes, Lana reached over and took a slice of pizza, rolling it around itself until it was only a tube. Placing it between her teeth, she brought herself down to Jeff, letting him chew the pizza from her mouth himself, before meeting lips together in a messy and saucy kiss. They kept as this food filled make out until the rest of the dinner was gone.

     Content, if a bit empty that she didn't eat any food, the obese women leaned back to admire her handiwork. Jeff was still lying back on the couch, a look of delirious joy on his face as he stared off at nothing. His whole body seemed plusher, his body no longer thin and lean but plump, as though he was a piece of rising bread that was road to cook. Every part of him seemed to have gained weight, as Lana couldn't help but drool over. The most prominent change, however, was his belly with know poked a good six inches out further than it did before, as it was attempting to devour the waistband of his underwear. These changes took a trained eye like hers to see, because the two of the were still cover in scraps of the feast, bits of every color smearing their faces, while both of them had a thin coating of chocolate over every other inch of their bodies, as well as most of the couch's sheet. Maybe lying on him while covered in chocolate wasn't the best idea Lana thought as she giggled. Hearing his wife's chuckles Jeff stirred.

     "I-" Jeff burped out "I'm glad this is as big as I got" he mused as he held his globular belly. "If we keep this up" Jeff yawned "I'll be as big as you in no time." With that last bit of conversation out of him, Jeff finally fell asleep. But in doing so, he failed to see the look of absolute lust on his wife's face. She could imagine it now, him quickly catching up to her size with her encouraging him, them both growing fatter and fatter as she became a better cook, the two of them each taking up a room of the house, her selling recipes, while he worked the computer at home. The jiggling of their two bodies as each gluttonous inch pressed against each other. Smiling down at her husband, Lana lay down next to him, the two messy eaters curling up in the stained sheets on the couch, surrounded by bare plates, as one slept off the meal, and one dreamt of the mutual stuffings to come.