Henrietta had worked hard for a quarter of a century to stay lean and fit. She maintained a weight of 120 lbs, right up through her wedding night.

The very next morning, she piled two breakfast plates high with fatty food. Her husband, Bill, did a double-take when he saw her eating.

“We’re married now, silly! Time to eat whatever I want!” she said.

She had laughed like she was joking. Bill had laughed along with her, nervously. She wasn’t joking.

She tried an experiment- just to see how much she could actually eat when she wasn’t holding back, she decided to just keep eating till she was full.

She made it through six full plates during her first breakfast as a married woman. Her food baby was easily in its second trimester, and had bulged so dramatically she popped the button on her jeans and couldn’t fit into any of her button up blouses.

Despite stuffing herself silly for breakfast, she was hungry again by lunch. And even hungrier by dinner.

On her second day as a married woman, she was nearly 30 lbs heavier. Her ass was too fat for any of her skirt, her thighs were too fat for any of her jeans, and people kept looking at her belly and congratulating her.

Bill would probably have been panicking, but all the carbs were giving her a lot of energy. Whenever Bill looked like he was about to bring up her weight, she would stop eating food and eat him.

In some classic operant conditioning, Bill soon associated her increasing weight with lots of really great sex. He was clearly enjoying her plump curves, her jiggling body, and the folds that were already visible in her sides.

Which was for the best, because she inexplicably gained nearly 100 lbs in their first week together. Bill made a weak joke about how he hoped she wouldn’t gain that much every week, but Henrietta didn’t respond. Instead, she just sex tackled him, and smothered him with her soft, jiggling body.

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Three months later, Henrietta woke up in bed, staring at the mountain of her gigantic belly. She reached for her stomach, and then for Bill.

She couldn’t reach all the way to the top of her stomach- it was too big- but she patted the highest point she could, and felt the whole thing jiggle like a hot tub full of jello. The jiggling shook down into the bed, making it wobble and creak on its legs.

She tried to find Bill, but her arm waved around in the open air by the side of the bed. After a minute, she remembered Bill hadn’t shared the bed with her in week. She’d gotten too big, and now her belly took up both sides of the bed. (It actually bulged over the edges just a little bit.)

Her belly growled, already hungry. Her hunger shook half the house.

“Aw, it’s okay…” she cooed, patting her monstrously flabby belly. “I’m going to get up and eat right now!”

With a grunt, she sat up, sliding her thick legs over the side of the bed. The headboard rose and the foot of the bed bent slightly as her weight redistributed.

Her big belly oozed and piled onto her thighs, then spilled between her legs nearly to the floor.

“One… two… hup!” she grunted, relishing the difficulty of pulling all her weight upright.

She rose up… and up… sighing when she saw her head was only two feet shy of the ceiling, which she could reach up and touch easily.

She had grown so fat so quickly she had gone through clothes almost daily. She’d barely realized she was growing taller until she noticed Bill was shorter than her.

Bill seemed a little weird about it, but to Henrietta growing bigger felt as natural as getting fatter. And Bill was still getting lots of sex, even though she was bigger than him and could easily force him to do anything she wanted.

Henrietta lumbered towards the double bedroom room, and ducked under the low frame. Her flab brushed either side of the double-doors, but could still fit through.

“Breakfast, hon…” said Bill, smiling up at her weakly. He looked exhausted, and that made sense- he’d probably been up for hours, cooking for Henrietta.

“Morning, tiny…” she said, towering over him and pushing him back just a bit with her giant belly. She was several times his size- big enough to easily crush him by falling forward- and somehow found that though both appetizing and sexually exciting.

Despite the difficult, she bent forward and squatted. She almost toppled onto Bill, but instead just managed to snatch the front of Bill’s shirt.

Bill squirmed adorably as she lifted him up to her eye level. His little legs kicked against her enormous girth. He felt comically light, and there was so much fear in his eyes.

She kissed, and he stopped writhing.

“Oh…” he said, weakly. “You wanted a kiss… cool…”

“What did you think I wanted?” she joked, not putting him down. “Did you think I was going to eat you?”

There was a long beat, and then she started laughing, and Bill timidly laughed as well.

Then her stomach growled loudly.

Huh, thought Henrietta, as she put Bill down. Actually… that idea make me sorta hungry.

She lumbered towards breakfast. She dropped down on a bench wide enough for half a dozen people, which was propped up and reinforced with cinder blocks.

Her special was set high, but her belly had grown, and she couldn’t reach over it. Bill jacked her table up higher, until it was up to his shoulders nearly, and pushed it towards Henrietta. Her gut pressed up against the bottom of it awkwardly, but now she could reach all her food.

She started by picking up a punch bowl of soup, and chugging it. Then she grabbed a stack of pancakes with one hand, and a stack of steaks with the other. Bill had put the bacon-wrapped chickens on a giant rod, which she picked up like a skewer.

She used to pick the bones out of chicken, but now it was easier to just unhinge her jaw, stretch her mouth, and swallow the chicken whole.

She reached for a ham, but it rolled away. She realized her belly grown enough to lift up the table from underneath, and all the food was sliding away from her.

“BILL!” she boomed, in a voice that was wonderfully loud and booming.

Moving with the speed only induced by terror, Bill managed to jack up the table before hardly any food rolled off.

That gave Henrietta an idea. She grabbed the table, lifted it up, and tilted it towards her mouth.

She opened her mouth wide- wider than she’d ever opened it- let the food slide in. She swallowed bowls, plates, entire hams, turkeys, plates of fruit, casseroles, and the cakes Bill had put out for desert.

She could feel her belly growing and body thickening! She felt the bench bend under her. She felt her flab ooze over the sides of the bench. She felt her belly bloat until it reached the floor and grow to cover the floor in front of her.

Bill made a noise like “eep” and Henrietta knew that was the noise he made when he had to back away from her to give her room to grow bigger.

She ran out of food, and threw the table across the room with a crash. She could feel herself growing as she assimilated the new food.

There was a bonk as her head tapped the ceiling.

“Hey! I’m so big my head just hit the-“

The bench broke under her, cider blocks and all, flattened by the immensitude of her ginormous ass.

She couldn’t see Bill, but he was probably standing on the other side of her huge gut. Looking from side to side, her flab was nearly as wide as the whole room- much wider than the double doors to her bedroom.

Sitting down, she could still reach up and touch the ceiling easily. She thought she was taller sitting down than she’d been standing up just a half ago.

She put her hands on her belly. She started a deep, rumbling belly laugh which was naturally loud enough to shake the whole house.

“Look at me!” she boomed. “I’m huge… literally giant! I’m so big, I fill up almost this whole room!”

She laughed some more, slapping her giant belly.

“And I sure hope you’ve got some more food for me, because even after all that… I’m still hungry!”

Her belly growled loudly in agreement.

“All you’ve fed today barely made a dent… I’m still hungry! I want to eat more… much more! I want to grow even bigger! I want to grow bigger than this house… and I think I can do that! I think I can grow bigger than that!”

Bill was saying… something. But he was tiny and quiet-sounding.

“God… all those years wasted dieting! If I’d known getting fat was this fun, I’d have let myself cut loose years ago! In fact… all that dieting probably stunted my growth! I need to eat more… do my best to catch up! Bill! You have more food for me, right?”

Comically tiny-looking Bill had walked around her belly to her side, where she could see him.

“There’s more food upstairs…” he said. “But I’m not getting any of it for you! Henrietta… something is wrong! You ate a lot this morning, sure… but you nearly doubled in size! Something impossible is happening with your metabolism! You eat a pound of food, but then gain ten pounds as you digest it! And they way you’re taller… that makes no sense! It’s like you-”

Henrietta watched him drone on as her belly growled louder and louder, drowning him out completely. She thought about jerking him off or sucking his dick… but the size disparity was too much at this point.

She unhinged her jaw, scooped Bill up, and tossed him into her mouth whole.

She felt him kick and squirm on the way down, then stop. Her belly stopped growling once he was inside of it.

“Wow…” she said, jiggling her sedan-sized belly from side to side with a loud sloshing noise. “Bill was…actually pretty satisfying. I might actually be full now that-“

Her head shot up, smashing into the ceiling again. Her belly ballooned in front of her, growing across the room into the far wall. Her flab pushed against the side wall, and her big ass bloated out behind her, smashing through the wall and into her bedroom.

A moment later, her head burst into the attic, where Bill had stashed his back up food.

“Neat!” she said, licking her lips and smashing her hands through to scoop food towards her mouth. “Bill might have had a point about my metabolism though… I’m growing way out of proportion to how much I’m eating!”

Her body was still blowing up to fill the entire downstairs. She scooped nearly a ton more food into her gaping mouth, accelerating her own growth.

The house rumbled, and Henrietta multiplied in girth.

Flab smashed out of the doors and windows, oozing into her yard. The walls bowed and bent outward, then exploded, and then a tide of Henrietta’s fat exploded out in every direction.

Her flab kept expanding, rapidly outgrowing Henrietta’s lot and enveloping both her neighbors’ homes.

By the time she was done, she was a mountain of fat, more than a hundred feet tall, and so wide she covered half her block.

“Neat!” she said, admiring her seemingly endless fat folds. “I’m like Godzilla… only really, really fat!”

Her belly growled, and she noticed a crowd of gawkers forming without the sense to run from the giant cannibal.

“Oooh…” she said, reaching down for a handful of people to eat. “Come to think of it… I’m still wasting away! I could stand to gain a couple thousand tons!”