chapter 6

"Any wine for the table?" The server asked. "Oh, none for me." Jamie cooed eagerly looking at her menu. I was shocked. We were at the fanciest restaurant in Los Angeles. She had been dying to come for months. And frankly in the past year that I had known her, she had never once turned down the chance to over indulge on booze. "What's your most expensive bottle?" I asked casually. Both the server and Jamie looked up with some shock and amusement. Before the server could even respond. I replied with, we'll take a bottle. A small smiled spread across Jamie's luscious lips. "Maybe I can have just one glass". Good. I was nervous and there was no way I was going to get through this dinner without some alcohol.

I gazed across the table and too in how beautiful she looked this evening. She was wearing a tight black dress, which these days was looking even tighter. It was a dress purchased after the cruise, as she had discovered that yet again some of her clothing had shrunk. In the four months that we had been back though, I could see how she had filled out even more. The arm holes were tight on her arms and chest. Her breasts were so swollen I could see the seams struggling to contain her. The dress itself had seen the hemline rise about 3 inches, as Jamie's belly was now even rounder than ever before. Her squishy belly beneath the dress was a thing to behold. I could clearly make out the deep intend of her bellybutton, as it pushed forth. When she sat down in the car on the way to dinner I could see how her doughy midsection had spread across her lap, and the hem of her dress almost totally disappeared. There was something more round and firm about her belly these days too. Like she was almost always bloated.

She smiled at me as she caught me staring. She seemed to be glowing these past months. Jamie was becoming more tame, it seemed. She still had her spunky personality, texting me at all hours of the day to do the minor of things for her. Or pouting until I payed to take her somewhere nice. Or casually expecting gifts for the littlest accomplishments. But she had also become sweeter in our time together. She would lovingly make me breakfast in bed-- although she ended up eating most of it. She would dress up in fun outfits to surprise me. Or my most favorite, was that she seemed to be indulging more in food, because it made me happy.

This was I think a more recent discover on her behalf. A few weeks earlier I had come home from a meeting to find her sitting crosslegged on the floor of the kitchen stuffing ice cream into her mouth. She had gotten into a can of whipped cream, some oreos, and chocolate sauce too. It was all over her and the floor. At first she seemed embarrass. She obviously had wondered in from the pool, as she was wearing her now obscenely tight pink bikini. Before she could even response, I sat down on the floor next to her and began to rub her distended belly softly. I picked up the serving spoon that she had been using and scooped up a large amount of the double chocolate ice-cream. I brought it to her lips as she opened wide and fed her. There was a look that passed between us and we both recognized that we each were receiving a large amount of pleasure from indulging in this activity.

She let a moan of pleasure escape her lips as I continues to rub her belly and feed her. It wasn't until all the ice-cream and toppings were gone. Her belly engorged and tight in my hands. I could see that she was too stuffed, well beyond comfort. I picked her up in my arms and took her too the large master shower. She had defiantly put on some considerable weight, as it was becoming harder to lift her small 5'2" body. She undressed, as I ran a hot shower. She stepped in delicately and began to sud up her sticky plump body. I watched her intently from outside the steamy glass. It was becoming too much as I could feel myself becoming hard.

I watched as she let her hand drift down. I too let my hand slide down my own pants. She played and rubbed herself in the hot water, as I watched and did the same. We both began to rub vigorously until we each let out a cry of pleasure. I braced myself on the bathroom countertop, her letting her body fall against the shower tile. I composed myself, and fetched a large fluffy towel. She shut off the water and I wrapped her up. I again picked her up and placed her in the bed. She was tired with sleep and satisfaction. As she began to doze off, she let me rub and squeeze her belly to my delight.

It was a defining moment for our relationship, because after that day her stuffings became a typical event in our house. Something that much to my pleasure was really starting to show. She was happier it seemed too. She had moved her things out of her condo and into mine last month.

I had been lost on thought and nearly had to be shaken out of my daydream by the server. I quickly ordered the stake, and watched in delight as Jamie ordered not just an appetizer and entree but another entree to share for the table. We both knew that she was going to eat it all. Little did she know what I had in store for dessert.

I watched in awe as she stuffed down an order of spinach artichoke dip, a plate of rich Alfredo pasta, and finally a large stake and potatoes. She was considerably full by the end of her three course stuffing. She had a satisfied grin on her face and she was rubbing her beachball of a tummy under the table.

"Would you like more wine?" I asked noticing that she had barely touched the glass I had poured for her.
"No, babe" She said with a small burp. "I'm too stuffed. Plus there's something that I need to tell you..."
"Well I hope that you're not too stuffed," I said cutting her off. "Because I have a special dessert for you tonight."
She let out another small burp. "Oh really?" She said amused leaning back further in her chair.
"You know how much I love special things."
I felt her small chubby foot slid up my leg under the table. She had removed her heels, and her smooth stocking toes were inching up towards my crotch.
She breathed heavily as she watched me squirm in my seat.
"Jamie..." I started to protest. I loved her naughty side, but tonight I knew she didn't want me to cum in my pants before her big surprise.
She pouted her full lips. "What? Don't you love me?"
"Of course I do," I started.
"And you're love me no matter what... right?" She started to ask.
"You know I do," I said taking her foot into my hands under the table.
She smiled and wiggled her toes. "Good. Than I have something that I need to tell you."
"Wait, let's have dessert first." I said with a coy smile.
She smiled back. "You know me so well."

The server brought out the dessert. This restaurant was known for their decadent chocolate sculptures. They placed before her a bed of different chocolate cakes, topped with an artisan chocolate heart sculpture, accented with chocolate and raspberry sauces, whipped creams, and finished with edible gold leif. She seemed impressed with the presentation.

"Well, what are you waiting for?" I asked slyly. "Dig in."
She began to eat into the plate before her. It wasn't long before she had almost cleared the assortment of cakes, and was smashing into the chocolate heart. I watched as she broke into the chocolate heart and stopped with a confused look.
"There's something in this" She said.
She reached her little chubby fingers into the heart. She pulled out a small blue box. "Tiffany's" She squealed her eyes going bright.
Before she could open it, I was already down on one knee. It all was a blur. I can't even recall what I said. But I managed to get some words out and Jamie was in tears before she even opened the box to find the 2.5 carat diamond engagement ring.
"Of course!" She yelled, as the restaurant burst out into applause. I was able to squeeze her now pudgy finger in to the ring and we kissed passionately.

It wasn't until I was helping her into the car later that she was able to tell me her surprise. "Can we stop by McDonald's on the way home?" She asked.
"Jamie, we just had a very big expensive meal." I said amused at her request.
"Well, I need to keep my strength up." She said.
"Oh yeah? Being a bride means you need to be strong?" I asked playfully.
"No, but becoming a mother does." She said quietly.
"What?" I said. My mouth going dry.

She just looked at me with a shy smile. She grabbed my hand and placed it on her full belly. "Yeah... I was going to tell you tonight, but obviously we were celebrating something else." She said.

I was shocked. I didn't know how to respond. "Really?!" I blurted out.
"Yeah, almost four months along. Do you still want to marry me, especially now that I'm going to get all big and fat?" She said.
"Oh baby, I can't wait!" I said kissing her passionately. "Bring on the belly."