chapter 10

As November unfolded, Mary continued to eat whatever she wanted, as much as she wanted. And she wanted a lot. As the weeks passed by, she added more weight, and went up another size. Rob continued to eat moderately, although allowing himself more treats, exercising a little less. Not enough to make a real difference. Not yet.

By Thanksgiving week, Mary gone from her starting weight of 145 pounds to 170. She now had a real pot belly. It would have stuck out past her boobs, but her boobs and grown also. Her butt was certainly bigger, round and jiggly. Rob loved it.

Thanksgiving week was the official start of the holidays, and Mary made the most of it. Her company had closed down for the week, and she used the extra time to cook extravagant meals. Rob would come home and find Mary putting the finishing touches on a huge, rich dinner. Mary would fill their plates, and then fill them again. When Rob would start to say something, Mary put a finger on his mouth and whisper "Hush. It's the holidays." He went to bed every night with his belly feeling like there was a basketball in it.

Thanksgiving Day they spent with Mary's family, and it was a magnificent feast. They started in mid-afternoon with the turkey and all the trimmings, followed by dessert. Then more dessert. As they sat in a collective stupor, watching football, they just kept eating. On one of the rare moments that Rob was upright, padding to the restroom, he noticed Mary in the kitchen with her mother. Who was a substantial woman. She patted Mary's pot belly, gave her a wink and hug.

The day after Thanksgiving was spent with Rob's family. The Thanksgiving meal was the one time where his family set all restraint aside and ate with abandon. After the previous day's gluttony, Rob wasn't sure he was up for it. As it turned out, he was. Maybe Mary's attitude was rubbing off on him. Maybe his stomach had stretched with the huge meals that Mary had been serving. Maybe both. Whatever it was, Rob ate like his family had never seen him eat. Firsts, seconds and thirds on dinner. Then some of every dessert on the table. Seconds on the pumpkin pie. With plenty of whipped cream.

In the aftermath, Rob leaned back in his chair, with his distended belly showing a food baby. Mary sat next to him, with her own belly bulging comfortably out. Rob's mother looked at the two of them, sated and contented. "Rob," she announced. "I think this girl has finally taught you how to eat."

The rest of the weekend was more gluttony. Both families had given them huge portions of leftovers. So much so that Rob was sure that they would have to throw most of it out. That was not to be. They ate leftovers morning, noon and night. There didn't seem to be a waking moment where they weren't eating, recovering from eating, or having sex. They stayed in the apartment, never feeling the need to go anywhere.

Monday morning and it was back to work and reality. Rob and Mary got up and went through their normal morning routine to get ready for work. Rob grabbed one of his khaki trousers, pulled them up and... couldn't fasten them. He was shocked. Had they shrunk in the wash? He peeled them off and grabbed another pair. Even worse. He sucked in his belly as much as he could, and there was still a gap that he couldn't close. That's when Mary walked in, wearing yoga pants, which stretched over her plump belly. She immediately saw Rob's situation and stifled a grin. Instead, she strolled over to Rob and put her arms around his belly. "Finally, you've got some meat on your bones." She took him by the hand and led him to the bed. She helped him out of his pants and made passionate love to him. The intensity of their lovemaking caught Rob by surprise. He'd come to accept that he was turned on by Mary's fatness. But Mary's passion, fueled by seeing Rob's belly pushing past his pants, was epic.

After they were spent, Rob lay back on their bed. "I'm fat. And I'm late for work. And I don't have any pants I can wear for work."

"Didn't I tell you? I bought you some pants and after I got them home I realized they were too big. I haven't had a chance to take them back. Maybe they'll fit you."

Rob was no fool. Mary had to have been planning to fatten him up. He found that he wasn't mad at her. After that intense session of sex, he couldn't have been. He heaved himself up. "Okay, babe, where are these fat pants?" Mary laughed, got a pair of khakis out of her closet and threw them to him.

"Try this, lover." Rob put them on, and they were actually a little bit loose. He put his hands into the gap around the middle.

"Planning on fattening me up some more?" Mary smiled a little smile, patted his belly, and said, "We're late for work, lover."