chapter 4

One Sunday afternoon Kelly and I were watching a baseball game on TV. Matt had been gone for a month. Kelly still hadn't used me as a sex toy, and I began to think that I wasn't going to be required to "step up." We were on the sofa drinking beer and sharing some cheese and crackers. Kelly was wearing her usual tank top and panties, watching the game. I glanced over at her, then took a longer look. Was I seeing a change?

Kelly had always had moderately sized breasts, maybe a C cup. When she wore a tank top, it would be tight across her breasts, and stop right at their base. Then her exposed belly would be flat all the way down to her legs. She had never had a six pack, but her belly had always been flat, gently rising and falling with her breathing. Today though, I saw a little difference. Starting down from her breasts, her belly was as flat as ever. My eyes moved down her belly, examining it, and got to a couple of inches above her belly button. Right there was a rise to her belly. It was a gentle slope up, and rounded over her belly button, then gently sloped down to the top of her panties. From the top of her belly button, her rounded belly even more gradually sloped to each hip. I found myself staring at it. Just how much of a bulge was it? From the flat part of her belly to highest part of the new bulge was how much? An inch? Maybe an inch. Maybe even a little more. Or was that my imagination making it bigger than it really was? I'd seen and lusted after much bigger bellies that this. But there was something that stirred in me as I looked at the evidence of her excess. There was an element of excitement, although I was surprised that such a tiny pooch could excite a chubby chaser like me. I was usually after much bigger bellies. But there was an element of guilt, too. I'd promised my twin brother that I'd keep on her about diet and exercise. There was the evidence that I'd done neither. Maybe, as long as it didn't get any bigger, he wouldn't notice. No, he'd notice. But as long as it stayed this size, maybe he wouldn't mind too much. He'd get her back in the gym and back on her diet and work it right off.

As I continued to stare at Kelly's little bulge, she absent-mindedly reached across and lightly scratched it. She had slowly raised her left hand and reached over her belly. She lowered her middle finger and let the nail rest on her belly, and pulled it gently over her belly button. She pulled it back up, then lowered all four fingers and let her nails trace a short path across her belly. Her nails were a deep burgundy today. I was fascinated, watching her neatly trimmed nails gently scratch around her belly button. I imagined her with a great, round, fat belly, her nails dragging across it's expanse. I knew I shouldn't be thinking about Kelly with a big, fat belly. She was my brother's girlfriend, damn it. But at that moment, the fantasy held me transfixed. And at that moment, Kelly looked up and saw where my eyes were pointing. I was caught. I looked up, and Kelly and I looked eye to eye. I couldn't look away, that would be too obvious an admission of guilt. I couldn't think of anything to say, either.

"Noticed my little tummy, did you, Jeff? I guess I haven't been very good about diet and exercise."

"It's not much," I stammered. "You can work that off before Matt gets home."

"Maybe so," she answered thoughtfully. "But it's here right now. And you like it, don't you?"

"Well, you know me, chubby chaser."

"You're turned on, aren't you, Jeff."

"Kelly, you're my brother's girlfriend..."

"And he told us that he wanted you to screw me if I got too horny."

"Well, yeah..."

With that, Kelly got up and faced me. I was still sitting on the couch. She straddled me, put her arms around me and whispered in my ear. "It's just a small tummy, Jeff. But you can imagine that it's a big, round tummy, can't you? That fantasy will work for you, won't it?" She was running her fingers down my back and nibbling on my ear. And how did she know that talking about a fat belly would be such a turn on for me? At that moment, I wanted her, desperately.