Morning Routine

Kate put on my boxers and fled to get a morning snack as she did every morning. It was early in the morning and I winced as the sun pierced the window shades in the kitchen. I was already down stairs. “So some ice cream is missing.” I mentioned lightly, Kate was still half asleep and I hoped to catch her off-guard.

“So? Why are you asking me?” Kate said as her dainty feet carried her to the fridge. Her exposed and uncovered belly was floating over the midriff of my boxers she was wearing and her thick, shelfy butt was rearing up behind her.

I didn’t answer; I knew when to keep my mouth shut. I turned back into the living room to search for my wallet. “Well I’m going food shopping and I just wanted to know what we needed.” I yelled across the hall as my fingers dug under the sofa cushions. I glanced back from the lack of a response; when ever I mentioned “food” she was normally eager to reply.

As I crossed back to the kitchen Katie put the milk carton to her lips and started chugging it down. I watched the half-gallon deplete into her stomach and I stared at the heaviness of it pushing down the waistband of my boxers. The strings pulled back as the tight fabrics made room for her tremendously gorged belly.

Kate had been like this for the past two years that I had known her, more so in the last 12 months; chugging milk, eating around the clock and bumping up her jeans size every month or so. She said she used to be a swimmer, one of the best in her college, but she had long since retired from that or any athletic activities.

The carton of full fat milk waved over her head precariously as she gurgled and chugged. I winced. How she ate and drank so much was beyond me. I heard her belly protesting and why did she keep eating.

She puckered and wiped clean her milk stained lips as she pried off the milk carton; she let loose a victorious grin. Not much milk was left, probably enough to make a cup of coffee, nothing more. But like I said earlier, this really wasn’t an uncommon thing for her to “accomplish”.

“Don’t forget pasta!” She mentioned as she threw the depleted milk back in the fridge. She pointed to the garbage can where three empty boxes of pasta lay, a mere fraction of last night’s dinner. “Buy the ones I like, ya know the ones that look like little bow ties…” Her voice trailed off as she stuck her curious head in a cabinet, no doubt snooping for another snack.

She stood up on her tippy toes as her belly extended, pushing up the T-shirt she wore. Her shorts bogged down exposing the crown of her rear end. I shuddered with joy as I reminisced on last night’s sex.

“We need Yodel’s also.” Kate added. She ripped apart the last Twinkie in the box, throwing away the empty container on the pasta boxes. I had been comfortable with my wife’s weight for months even after she started to gain. Although I did truly miss her swimmer’s body; swimming caused her to enter a semi-anorexic eating disorder and now anything was better than what her body and mentality before.

Her body was tolerable, but it wasn’t until 3 months ago when she tipped over 200 pounds that I really started getting worried. Not about her health but about our sex life. A little extra flab was nice to grab on to, admittedly I was turned on by how warm her body was, but 200 was going out of control. Many friends warned me about dating a recovering anorexic when I met her, and even more warned me when she stared gaining weight. But I didn’t listen I was addicted to Katie and her personality…but she was addicted to food.

I gathered my wallet and ventured back to the kitchen to get my keys. Katie immediately snatched me up, clutching me close to her swollen belly and protruding breasts. I smiled and rested a hand on her love handle and the other on her inner thigh. It was so strange! I hated her weight but I couldn’t get enough of her…

“Morning sex?” She smiled, her eyes flashed red and she lifted her leg up, pressing her thigh against mine. She inched closer and grinded slowly. Her tender and full belly was wrapping around my and I felt the warm blubber instantly arouse me. She dropped her shorts.

I knew then and there that I loved her. And I loved her body, she was addicted to food and I was addicted to her because of it. I love Kate, she loves food and that’s just the way I like it.