

She went from a skinny, healthy nature hiker to quivering, overstretched, overstuffed, obese cartoon fatso. We don’t hike anymore, or take walks, or swim, go bowling, or do much of anything physically anymore. Most of the days are spent watching a fat slob on a sofa cram things in her mouth, as her stomach grows further out into her lap, as her fupa grows over her panties, as her stretchmarks look to tear her belly apart, while a third chin forms and swallows her neck. My day involves hand feeding her, or watching in disbelief as she eats everything in the house, helping her off the couch which has been indented by her fat ass, walking her to the bathroom, walking her back from the bathroom and cleaning up after her. Wouldn’t have it any other way!