Nobody Tells Jake What to Do

Originally posted on Beefyfrat, this story tells the tale of a man who gains to rebel against his wife's idea that she has control over him. That totally gets me. One of the most attractive things about a gainer to me is how he can take control over his own body. It also has the whole, very hot, newly married guy getting a gut theme. You gotta love it. One of many exceptional stories written by Mrs. Momona, this is def. a good read.


Nobody Tells Jake What to Do

By Mrs. Momona

All Jake's friends admired him. From junior high days, he had been reasonably good looking and intelligent. He was friendly, but with an "attitude"--just cocky and self-confident enough to be attractive to others without antagonizing them when they got to know him better. Women were drawn to him, He was a "nice guy" to women and fully aware that he would fall in love when he was ready--no girl was going to manipulate him into a relationship.



Jale was a pretty self-aware guy. He would never brag about his accomplishments--he never had to. Deep down inside, though, he was proud of what he had made of himself. He had always been an "average" kid when he was young--maybe a little pudgier than average, but certainly no stand out in athletics or academics.



The, in intermediate school, his life turned around. Like most guys his age, he dreamed of being an athlete. Jake loved football and baseball.



The first day of try-outs for intermediate football didn't go well at all. Jake tried his hardest, but there were plenty of guys in better shape, and with better skills, than he. The coach was nice about it when he suggested that Jake concentrate on a sport like bowling. The first thought that flashed through Jake's mind was, "Coach, you can't tell me what to do." The words that came out of Jake's mouth were, "Coach, just give me a chance, please. Let me show you what I can do."



The coach himself probably didn't know at the time why he gave this chubby kid Jake a chance, mentally assigning him to the third string. Jake took full advantage of his chance. By his sophomore year in high school, Jake was a first string member of the defensive line. Not very big for a lineman (5'9", 180 lbs his senior year), Jake always worked hard to develop his legs, glutes, and hips to the max. He always hustled, always gave 200%. His senior year, Jake was chosen team captain.



The same thing happened with baseball. Jake always dreamed of being a star catcher. Why catcher? Once, later on, when Jake thought about it, he realized his interest in being a catcher came from somebody telling him he had "a real catcher's build" when he was a chubby little kid. In intermediate school, Jake showed up at baseball try-outs only to meet with the same initial response as in football. He had the same reaction, "Nobody tells me what to do." He persuaded the coach to give him a chance. Jake worked hard and hustled, and by senior year Jake received "All City" honors in catching.



College sports were the same. Jake graduated from his small midwestern college proud of the fact that he never let anyone keep him from achieving his goals in football or baseball. Coaches in both sports tried to get him to concentrate only on their sport, but Jake loved both football and baseball and wouldn't be told what to do. Academics was the same. He did not accept it when his advisor told him not to take honors courses. He took the courses and did so well that he graduated "magna cum laude" with a business degree.



After graduation, Jake applied for jobs at top companies throughout the midwest. The raised eyebrows Jake noticed sometimes when he turned in his application and resume didn't discourage him. Nobody could tell him what to do--if he thought he qualified for a job, he'd try his best to get it, no matter what anyone else thought.



This attitude, as well as his excellent recommendations and his self-confident-bordering-on-cocky personality led him to be hired by a large firm, at a hefty starting salary, in their marketing department. Jake was good with people and he knew it, and his job evaluations were always positive.



Jake's high-paying job gave him the security to consider marriage. He proposed to Mary, his college sweetheart, and of course she accepted. On his wedding day, Jake briefly thought of how some of his friends tried to tell him his freshman year not to even bother to try to get to know Mary--she was too rich and too pretty. But, nobody could tell Jake what to do. "Now", he thought, "here I am getting married to the hottest girl I ever met."



The first six moinths of married life were good to Jake. He discovered that Mary was a much better cook than he ever suspected. Since Jake's salary was so good, and because Mary's wealthy parents were so generous to their only child and her husband, Mary didn't have to work. She joined civic organizations, volunteered at the local hospital, decorated the new home her parents had bought for them, gardened, and perfected her cooking skills. Everything about Mary confirmed Jake's love for her---and besides, their sex life was great!



About seven months after his wedding, Jake ran into an old college buddy he hadn't seen since the reception. He was somewhat surprised when his buddy greeted him with a pat on his stomach and a pinch at his side. "Hey, Jake, marriage is treating you well", the friend exclaimed, before Jake managed to change the subject. After the friend left, Jake rubbed his stomach for a minute, trying to organize his thoughts. What did his friend mean by those comments? Within seconds, though, his thoughts turned to what Mary wanted him to pick up at the grocery store on his way home from work. Was it whipping cream or ice cream?



One cloudy Saturday, eight months into his marriage, Jake was stretched out on the living room sofa trying to nap. It had been a long hard week at work, and that morning he had washed and waxed the two cars, his and Mary's. The substantial breakfast (eggs, sausage, pancakes dripping with butter and syrup, and a bowl of hot oatmeal with a double scoop of ice cream melting on the top) and huge lunch (three two-inch-thick, lavishly buttered ham-and-cheese-on-rye sandwiches, a large bowl of creamy potato/macaroni salad, and slab of peach pie a la mode) which Mary had prepared for him left him drowsy. All he wore was an old pair of cut-off sweats. The sweats were kinda tight--"Mary's a great cook but sucks when it comes to laundry", Jake thought, "all my clothes are shrinking." He snuggled into the sofa, trying to find a comfortable position, closed his eyes, and dozed off.



Voices nearby awakened Jake. He kept his eyes closed while he tried to figure out who was talking. He recognized Mary's voice, and then identified the other voice as belonging to Joanne, one of Mary's childhood friends.



"Oh shit", was Jake's first thought. Joanne was a real pain-in-the-ass. She always had to be the center of attention, and alwasy bragged about herself, her husband, their vacations, and all the luxury things they were able to buy. "Not my idea of a fun Saturday afternoon, entertaining Joanne", thought Jake. He then hit on the solution: he'd keep his eyes closed, breathe slowly, and pretend he was sleeping. Joanne and Mary would leave and he'd have some well-earned peace and quiet before dinner.



Jake kept his eyes closed and tried not to move. He could hear footsteps.



He heard Joanne's voice say, "So how's married life, Mary?" "It's great", replied Mary. Jake thought to himself, "Right answer, Mary!"



"Oh, there's Jake. I didn't realize he was sleeping." It was Joanne again. Mary replied, "that's OK---once he falls asleep, he's out for hours."



Joanne next said, "ya know, it looks like Jake is getting real chubby. He's really getting that corn-fed look. My husband put on weight too after we first got married, but not like Jake."



Jake hoped he wasn't blushing as he heard Joanne say this. And what was this "corn-fed"? He last heard that term when his college football coach used it to describe one of the heftier guys on the team.



Mary spoke next. "Yeah, he is getting kinda fat. It's actually a turn-on to grab his soft lovehandles and his big butt when we're in bed. Besides, it's all part of the plan."



"What plan?" asked Joanne. "Yeah, what plan?" thought Jake.



"Well," Mary explained, "my mom told me before Jake and I got married that I should fatten him up. That's what she did with my dad after they were married. If you've got a chubby hubby, it keeps all the other women away. They see a chubby guy and either figure he's taken or they get turned off if he doesn't look like a gym stud."



"I guess you're right", laughed Joanne. "So how much weight have you put on Jake since your wedding?"



"I don't know. Maybe around thirty pounds or so. I don't want to ask him to weigh himself because I don't want him to realize he's putting on some pounds", said Mary.



Jake was stunned listening to this exchange. Stunned and curious.



Joanne next asked, "So how fat are you going to get him?" "Yeah", thought Jake, "What's coming next?"



Mary replied matter-of-factly, "well, I decided that in about a week, I stop making all the high calorie goodies I've been stuffing into him, and we go back to regular eating. I don't want Jake to lose any weight---I just don't want him to get any fatter. Besides, it's been kinda hard to keep my weight down with all the butter and cream I've been adding to everything and the huge amounts I've been cooking."



"And he's gonna go along with this?", Joanne next asked.



"Sure", said Mary, "he automatically eats everything I put in front of him. He'll eat the non-fattening stuff, too. Jake will do whatever I tell him to."



At this point, Joanne and Mary started to walk away--at least Jake thought so---he still kept his eyes closed. He heard the door close, and shortly thereafter a car start up, and then opened his eyes. He was shocked and angry by what he had heard. He looked down at his chest, gut, and the rest of body as he had never done before. "Yeah", he thought, "I am chunking up." Somehow, though, the thought didn't really bother Jake. As he recalled what Mary said, though, he did get angry. "Jake will do whatever I tell him to," Mary had said. Those were fighting words to Jake. A plan rapidly formed in his mind. Nobody, not even his wife, was going to tell him what to do.



Jake rolled off the sofa and went to the bathroom. He found the digital scale. He hadn't weighed himself since he got married--not that he didn't want to, he just hadn't thoguht he needed to. Jake stepped on the scale and waited. The read out flashed: 237 lbs! Jake thought back--he must have been about 190 when he got married. Jake was a little surprised that he felt kinda proud of his 47-pound, eight-month gain.



Jake stepped off the scale smiling and considered his plan. He'd show Mary. She wanted him chubby? OK--he'd fatten himself up, and wouldn't stop until HE was ready to. Nobody could tell him what to do. Jake's smile turned to a grin as he thought of his friends from high school and college football---some of them were real porkers, corn-fed porkers. He recalled the kidding back-and-forth in the locker room over who had the biggest belly, widest ass, or thickest lovehandles. Jake was always the smallest guy in the group and only got kidded about his jutting bubble butt and thick thighs and calves. He had always secretly admired the big guys--their bulk set them apart everyone else. He'd turn himself into one of them, whether Mary liked it or not.



Over the next week, Jake put his plan into effect. After eating breakfast at home, he stopped at a fast food joint on his way to work and pigged out. At lunch, he consciously upped his intake. On the way home, he again stooped for fast food before pigging out at dinner. Three nights a week, Jake took a class at a local college to earn credits toward his masters' degree. Rather than coming straight home after clas, he stopped by at a local bakery/coffee shop for another pig out. By the end of week, Jake was able to eat a lot more than he had been at the beginning of the week. That was Jake--always up to a challenge to prove himself!



The next Monday, Mary's plan started. Jake had showered, shaved, and squeezed himself dress shirt and suit. He came down to breakfast to find two soft-boiled eggs, two pieces of toast with jam, and a half grapefruit, and a glass of milk. "What's this?" he asked his wife. "Well", she replied, "i decided we need to eat more healthy." "OK, Mary", Jake lied with a smile on his face, "whatever you say".



Jake obedienbtly ate his non-fatttening breakfast, kissed Mary goodbye, and left for work.The kiss was sincere--even though Jake was going to prove to her that only he was in control of his life, he still loved her. He was just going to show her that no one could tell him what to do.



Getting onto his car, Jake chuckled as he headed to the nearest McD's. Today he ordered four sausage and egg mcgriddles, two hash browns, and two cinnamon roles, double what he had ordered the week before. He knew his efforts to stretch his stomach capacity the previous week had been succesful as he scarfed down all the food while driving to work.



The rest of the day was the same---a huge business lunch with clients, expanded after work snack--this time at BK, then home for dinner. Mary had prepared broiled fish with a gourmet sauce, a baked potato without butter or sour cream, roasted vegetables, a salad, and fresh fruit for dessert. Actually, Jake thought to himself, the food was delicious---there just wasn't anything to it. That evening, he went to his college class, stopping to buy five candy bars to nibble on during the lecture before he hit the bakery on his way home. Jake was proud that he was able to eat a dozen jelly donuts in one sitting, washed down by a large coffee with extra cream and sugar.





Jake had to be creative to continue his secret stuffing on weekends. He made frequent trips to the hardware store or auto supply store on errands--each trip prolonged by an eating session at whatever fast food place was on the way. Sunday morning trips to buy the Sunday papers were excuses for a quick visit to the local IHOP. The staff there were always amazed by how much Jake ordered and how fast he ate it all. Jake bought bozes of candy bars and snack cakes and jars of peanut putter and kept them in the garage--Mary didn't bother him while he was tinkering with his car, and he developed the ability to put away large numbers of ho-ho's accompanied by spoonfuls of peanut butter scooped straight from the jar.



By the time of Jake and Mary's first anniversary, Jake had been following his plan for almost four months. It was a time of rapid change for him--change in his weight and its effects on him. Ripped seams, blownout zippers, and popped buttons happened almost daily. After work, Jake often stopped at the mall to buy a larger size of the trousers or shirt which had given up the struggle to contain Jake's expanding bulk that day, so that Mary wouldn't realize what was happening. After changing into the larger clothes, Jake headed for his pre-dinner fast food pigout.



Jake also kept an extra, larger pair of trousers and a bigger size polo shirt at work (many days he could get by wearing "business casual") to cover extreme emrgencies. They came in handy the day he returned from an extra-big lunch at the local Italian buffet, and went to sit at his desk. As his rapidly ballooning butt approached the chair, simultaneously his rear seam split loudly from crotch to waist, his zipper blew open, and his thigh seams suddenly gapped wide. If the waist button of Jake's trousers hadn't already popped offat the buffet, that would have blown to. Awesome!



Nobody at work commented on his gain. The secretaries often brought him home baked goodies but never commented on his size. Actually, during his annual evaluation, his boss told him he was lokking "substantial" and that he felt that Jake's ability to "impress" his clients was a factor in his positive job performance rating. (Jake had noticed that many of his clients were guys like himself--out-of-shape or fattenting ex-jocks who subtly encouraged each other to eat as much as possible during their business lunches.)



Mary said nothing about Jake's rapidly expanding physique. What could she say? She was preparing healthy food for Jake and was getting really hefty anyway. She figured he was pigging out at lunch but had no idea how much Jake was actually putting away--the extra fast food meals, bakery stops, jars of peanut butter consumed while "working on his car", and snack cakes and candy bars stashed away to tide Jake over until his next feeding.



She knew for sure her plan wasn't working when she noticed the bright red stretch marks Jake was developing on his belly, lovehandles, tits, and butt. She realized she really didn't mind--in fact, she found Jake's fat-swollen pecs, potbelly complete with cave-like bellybutton, bulging lovehandles, and plump thighs and legs a turn-on.

The biggest thrilll for her was Jake's big ass. She had been attracted to his jutting bubble butt in college. Now, Mary loved looking at him walk around the house in his undershorts, watching his enormous buttcheeks bobble up and down while they shifted from side to side, jiggling, quivering, and wobbling all the while. Jake was still the same hot guy she had fallen in love with back in college--there was just a lot more of him now!



On their first anniversary, Jake woke up early, went into the bathroom, and jumped on the scale. He felt his fat jiggle and quiver, and he glanced admiringly in the mirror before he looked at the numbers. 307! Wow! Almost 120 lbs in a year and seventy in the past four months. The competitor in Jake smiled broadly as his glance turned from the scale to the porker he saw smiling at him from the mirror. Jake's smile tuned to a salf-satisfied grin as he noticed his chubby cheeks lokking like two big round jelly donuts on either side of his face.



That evening, Jake came home from work early. He knew that Mary was going to prepare a special meal and invite friends over to celebrate the anniversary. Mary told Jake the meal was surprise, so he avoided the kitchen and dining room while waiting for the guests to arrive. The ddorbell rang and Jake went to answer it.



Jake laughed to himself as he saw that it was Joanne and her husband--really, he laughed at seeing the stunned look on Joanne's face as she took in his bulging physique.



Joanne hadn't seen Jake since that day four months before when he was "sleeping" on the sofa. She stood in the doorway, speechless. Joanne's hudband had a typical "guy" reaction--as he patted Jake's ballooning put belly, setting the flab quivering and jiggling, he commented, "Whoa, big guy. Marraige has sure been good to you". Jake's fledhy, chubby-cheeked, double-chinned face formed a smile as he replied, "That's the truth and I love it!"



They went into dinner and it was obvious that Mary had abandoned her plan--Jake could tell from just looking at the table. A baked ham, prime rib streaked with luscious fat, garlic mashed potatoes yellow from all the butter mixed into them, a cheese suffle, creamed vegetables, hot biscuits with butter and jam, and a pan of lasagna. For dessert, chocolate cheesecake with vanilla ice cream.



Mary and Joanne picked at their food, while Jake and Joanne's husband shoveled it in. Without either one saying anything, they seemed to be in a contest to see which one could eat the most. Jake continued to shovel in the food even after everyone else, even Joanne's husband, had stopped eating. Joann'es husband turned to Jake with a glazed expression on his face and said, "Hey, enough already, Jake. If you eat any more you're not gonna be able to move. Save some for leftovers!"



That only pushed Jake to clean all the last morsels from the serving dishes and bowls onto his plate, including the fat left on the platter which had held the prime rib, and shovel them in too. Jake then smiled at Joanne's husband and let out a loud belch. "Nobody'e gonna tell me what to do", Jake contentedly thought as he squirmed his enormous buns into the dining room chair and massaged his bloated pot belly