Chapter 4

They chatted gaily – so engrossed in conversation that they didn’t notice that between them they had devoured nearly most of the roast beef and all of the fixings. Sloane became slowly aware of this only when he discovered that he was having difficulty leaning forward – his belly a fat, tight ball. Jenna was similarly affected except she didn’t feel her waistband digging into her expanded middle since her button had never been fastened on her skirt. It had been held shut by a rubber band that had expanded with her.

Sloane felt wickedly bloated. “You know, Jenna, I’ve been worried about you,” Sloane began, leaning back in his chair, absently rubbing his overstuffed belly. “Are things going alright with Vince?”

Jenna’s eyes lowered to the floor. “Well, things have always been rather complicated when it comes to Vince. He’s a man who knows his own mind. You can’t have a different opinion especially when it comes to things at home. It’s always been his way or no way.”

“Don’t you have a say in what goes on in your own home at all?” Sloane asked.

“Not since I gave up my job to raise our four children. According to Vince, I’m not entitled to an opinion since I don’t contribute monetarily to the household. “Jenna stated.

Sloane shook his head. “That’s terrible, Jenna. I had no idea.”

“I’ve gotten used to it. But I have been working on putting my career back on track,” Jenna said, cheerfully. He doesn’t know that I’ve secretly gone back to work for the magazine I used to work for before Vince I were married. I’ve been working part time writing articles under a penname so Vince wouldn’t find out – that is until I’m ready to tell him. I just need a little more time.”

“Are you planning on divorcing him?” he asked.

“Yes, but I need to have some money put aside for a good lawyer. I know Vince will fight me for the children just out of spite. He’s an incredibly wealthy and well connected business man,” she answered.

“Is it all on the up and up or is he involved in something unsavory?” Sloane asked - his interest peaked.

“I’ve had my suspicions but can’t prove anything. . . I really don’t know anything about his business dealings other than accompanying him to an occasional company function. Anyway, enough about me… what have you been doing with yourself?” she asked.

Sloane told her the narrative of his current situation – leaving out that he was hired by her husband to beef her up, of course. He told her that his wife would be maintaining custody of his two sons and he would have visitation. They were being very cordial about the whole thing. It was something that they had both wanted for a long time.

Sloane then asked Jenna if she would consider accompanying him to the Isabella Stewart Gardner Museum. He told her about that there was an exhibition by Stefano Arienti called The Asian Shore he though she would enjoy seeing. After consulting with her mini-date book, she saw that Vince would be occupied and her kids: John (age 14), Devon (age 10), Meghan (ages), and Andrew (age 5) would be in school and involved in after school care or the sports program – so she agreed.

With that decided upon, Sloane served the cherry pie Jenna had brought for dessert. Jenna felt a sharp stab of pain as the rubber band holding together her skirt suddenly snapped. Jenna's stomach appeared as if it had been pumped full with several quarts of fluid, a round ball. With the skirt loosened, she felt herself widen flowing forward. Slightly embarrassed, Jenna excused herself to his bathroom were she was able to pin her skirt partially closed. Meanwhile, Sloane suddenly realized his stomach was stretched tight and beginning to ache, so distended from the massive quantities of food he had just consumed. Sweat was beginning to appear on his brow and ran down his face from the pressure that was mounting inside his filled abdomen.

“What’s the matter, Slim, full already? “Jenna teased, reentering the room. “I hope you have room for some more pie. I baked it especially for you.”

Knowing full well he had reached his limit, Sloane turned and shuffled over to the coffee table anyway and cut himself a handsome slice of the luscious pie. Jenna found herself enjoying the spectacle of Sloane trying to force in more into his obviously overstuffed belly. She looked on in awe as he wolfed down yet another slice – his belly pumped up like an over inflated beach ball. He then began to burp feverishly.

Sloane excused himself staggering slightly as if his newfound weight threw him off balance. He collapsed on the Sofa, rubbing his swollen belly which swelled over his belt. For the first time in a long time, Sloane was stuffed to capacity. He was painfully bloated, well past comfortably full. He found the pressure strongly arousing especially when Jenna placed her hand on his belly. He blushed furiously which set off a long string of grumbles and groans from his belly as well as a string of belches. Knowing Jenna was watching filled him with extreme lust, which made him pant quite hard and moan softly.