Chapter 2

Kelly just stuck her tongue out at me and continued to examine herself in the mirror. We were making our fourth stop so far, but fortunately Kelly’s spirits remained rather high despite not finding many flattering outfits.



“What size are those?” I asked, trying to be nonchalant.



A pause.



“Fourteen.”



“Wow,” I chuckled. “Might be time to try the plus size stores.”



That earned me a glare to freeze winter itself. Kelly turned back to the mirror, doing those weird poses that women do when they try on clothing. I admired the spread of her hips, the way her paunch pushed out over the waistband, the slight jiggling as she turned side to side.



“I guess these will have to do,” she sighed. “C’mon, let’s get something to eat, I’m starving.”



“Tell ya what,” I offered. “I’ll make you a deal. Indulge in a little game at lunch and I’ll pay for those clothes.”



She looked at me with unveiled skepticism. She was sure I was up to something, but was trying to weigh the possible consequences against free new clothes. I couldn’t say I was surprised when she capitulated.



Twenty-five minutes later we pulled up in front of an All-You-Can-Eat buffet. We walked inside and I told her to sit at the table.



“What kind of game are we playing?” she asked suspiciously.



“It’s called ‘how much can Kelly eat’,” I grinned.



“I knew I should’ve said no,” she grumbled as she sat down.



With a sigh, she reached down and loosened her belt a notch. I had to turn and walk away as I felt a bulge starting to form in my pants. It seemed that Kelly was going to willingly stuff herself silly just like I had dared to hope.



A few minutes later I returned with several heaping platefuls of fried chicken, glazed ham, pork roast, mashed potatoes, fries, fettuccini alfredo, and a couple rolls. We chatted as she ate quickly but without haste. When she was down to about half a plate I went back up for “seconds”. She just sighed again when I returned and loosened her belt another notch.



After my third trip up, she was visibly flagging. I moved around to her side of the table, sliding next to her in the booth. She paused from eating her humungous chunk of lasagna for a moment as I placed my hand on her taut midriff. As my fingers moved in slow circles she let out a low moan.



“You can do it,” I encouraged her.



Kelly took a deep breath, then reached down and completely unbuckled her belt. I snickered out loud. She also wormed the button on her jeans free, letting her overfull tummy expand out even more.



“Are those new jeans?” I asked.



She nodded.



“Looks like maybe you should have gone up another size,” I teased.



She glared at me out of the corner of her eye, but spoiled it by raising a fist to her mouth to stifle a belch. Doggedly, she ate on, breathing heavily as she cleaned the last plate.



“Ready for dessert?” I asked with a poke to her love handle.



“I feel like I’m going to *urp* explode,” she grunted, leaning back in her seat.



Her belly stuck out, round, proud, and spherical. Her blue and white horizontally striped shirt clung to her tightly, leaving nothing to the imagination.



“You look like you’re about to pop,” I agreed. “But I know fatties like you always have room for dessert.”



She stifled another burp, groaning softly. I took that to mean that she thought dessert was a great idea. Even if she didn’t, I sure did. I actually had to stop myself from letting loose an evil cackle as I filled up a dinner plate with slices of pie, cake, and cheesecake. Riding a deliciously diabolical urge, I also put together a decadent ice cream sundae.



“Are you trying to kill me,” Kelly whined when I returned.



“Some sweets for my sweet,” I replied with a peck on her cheek.



She was confused and it showed plainly on her face.



“Now eat up piggy,” I commanded, grabbing and jiggling her bloated paunch.



She did her best, I’ll give her that. After about twenty minutes it was rather obvious that she wasn’t going to be able to finish. Reclining in the booth with a slack jaw and glazed eyes, it almost looked like she was about to pass out.



“You did good,” I told her.



“I can’t *hic* eat another *hic* bite,” she gasped, her globular gut bouncing slightly with each hiccup.



“It’s ok,” I assured her, “I’m very impressed with how you did. We might have to go clothes shopping again soon, especially if you keep on porking out.”



Kelly just grunted, unable to respond. After another fifteen minutes or so I escorted her out to her car. She had managed to buckle her belt back up but the jeans were still unfastened underneath.



“Going to the fair this weekend?” I asked her when we got to her car.



“Maybe, but I haven’t found anyone to go with,” she replied, glancing at me from the corner of her eye.



I was surprised that she so obviously wanted me to ask.



“I’ll pick you up at nine,” I said.



Kelly smiled at me, but it faded as I added, “Wear clothes with some give to them, I’m gonna make sure you try every single food stand there.”



I grinned as I walked away, already looking forward to Saturday.