Over the next two weeks, the love struck pair fell into a delightful routine. They would wake up early, and eagerly head down to the dining room, where Carla would do her best to transfer the entire breakfast buffet into Turk's stomach. Waffles, bacon, bagels, scrambled eggs... everything. When service ended, Carla would grab a few boxes of pastries and lead her bloated husband back to their suite for an extended sex and stuffing session.
Around noon, when Turk could eat no more, Carla would head to the beach or into town, leaving him a little time to rest and recuperate. He would laze around and watch TV, usually massaging his stuffed gut and snacking on sweets from the minibar, dressed only in a pair of tight boxer shorts.
When Carla returned, usually around two and always with some sort of fattening treat, they would get ready for the beach. Carla loved rubbing sun cream into Turk's softening body, especially his rounded potbelly. Turk enjoyed it as well, and became so aroused that the application was always interrupted by an impromptu lovemaking session.
By the time they got to the beach, and Turk had squeezed into a swimsuit that was rapidly becoming indecent, most of the heat was gone from the day. That didn't prevent Carla from insisting that Turk 'cool down' with an array of ice-creams, ice pops and ice cold sodas. No sooner had the growing surgeon finished one delicacy then another was being pressed upon him by his doting wife, who was constantly darting back and forth between their parasol and the concession stand. She would sometimes feed him herself, shoving the thick ice-cream into his mouth with girlish glee. For Turk, it was like being in heaven. Sun, sex, plenty of food and a smoking hot wife who loved to watch him grow.
After watching the sunset from the comfort of their deckchairs, they would head back to the hotel and shower (together), before heading out for dinner. Turk would wear his loosest shirt, loving the feeling as it got tighter and tighter as he ate. Wherever they went to eat, he would always order enough for three people, while Carla made sure to order food that she knew Turk would love.
He would eat until he was stuffed, and then Carla would feed him the rest, ignoring his moans of protest. By the time they staggered back to their room, Turk would be looking about nine months pregnant, and would collapse heavily on to the bed. Carla would delicately remove his straining clothes and rub his swollen belly, giggling as it gurgled, before straddling her chubby hubby and making love into the small hours of the morning.
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All this excess had a price, of course, and the effects were soon to be seen on the once athletic young man's frame. Eating all day, every day had meant he gained weight at an unbelievable rate. His belly bulged outwards magnificently, hanging over the waistband of his pants, with doughy love handles forming on either side. His butt expanded, stretching the seat of his underwear until the curve of his butt cheeks was clearly visible through the thin material. His legs had also gained, and even the legs of his swim trunks cut into his chunky thighs.
By the fourth day of the honeymoon, he had had to buy new shorts, and on the seventh day he burst his way out of his only remaining shirt, a fact that drove Carla wild. She had put on a little weight herself, as watching Turk eat made her hungry as well as horny. It was a modest gain, a small pot belly and a little extra jiggle in her step, and it paled in comparison to Turk’s, who had moved way past potbelly and was well into beer gut territory. By the final morning of the trip, Turk was fat, Carla was chubby, and they had both never been happier.
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