Chapter 2

"Hi, honey," Mallory called from the kitchen. She was a graphic designer and ran her own business from home.

"Hi," said David, entering the room where his wife was cooking up a storm. "Wow, that smells delicious!"

"It will be, I promise you," said Mallory. She was a petite, ever so slightly plump woman, with her dark, curly hair pulled up in a messy knot on her head. There was a smudge of flour on her nose. David kissed her and wiped it off.

"Have a seat and I'll put everything on the plates," she said.

David sat. There was no point in going on a diet a week and a half before Christmas, he thought. January 1st, that was a good time for a lifestyle change. He wouldn't worry about eating less tonight. In fact, this might be his last chance to sample Mallory's buttermilk soaked fried chicken. He'd better do it justice. Mallory brought him a plate heaped with fried chicken, mashed potatoes slathered in gravy and steamed green beans with sautéed almonds. Then she pulled a pan of hot biscuits out of the oven, passing him the butter dish and a knife.

David savoured every bite of the juicy, tender chicken and the light, buttery biscuits. He ate the whole plateful and then wiped up the last of the gravy with another biscuit (his fourth.) He didn't protest when Mallory filled his plate again. He ate left and right handed, managing to finish off the second helping as well. His eyes widened when Mallory went to the fridge and pulled out a lemon cream cheese pie, his favourite. She slid a large slice onto a plate and set it before him, before taking a slice herself. Dave dug into the sweet, tart pie. He ate it slowly as he and Mallory chatted about the day. He popped the last bite into his mouth, thinking this could be the last lemon cream cheese pie I eat for a long time. The thought made him get up and cut himself another little sliver of pie, even though he was already very, very full.

He had already undone his belt. Now he reached down and undid the button on his pants. Relief. Mallory didn't say anything, although she was looking at him in an odd way. He burped and somehow found space for the rest of his piece of pie.

He heaved himself to his feet and helped with the dishes, then collapsed in the TV room, caressing his swollen belly. Mallory came and snuggled in beside him. Suddenly he felt her hands on the taut roundness of his abdomen, rubbing and stroking in a way that was entirely pleasurable. David let out another burp. He felt full and warm and adored, and, yes, there was definitely something else getting taut and swollen, if only Mallory would direct her hands down there....

She teased him, pretending not to notice his firmness as she brushed by his erect member. She concentrated on his growing belly. She could scarcely believe this was happening. David had always liked his food, but he'd never stuffed himself so deliberately as he had tonight. Was he starting to catch on to her desires? It wasn't exactly that she was trying to secretly fatten him. It was just that feeding him felt like an expression of her love, and each added pound and inch made him sexier and more gorgeous in her eyes.

She decided it was time to stop teasing him and put her own mouth to good use. She snaked a hand into David's boxers. He gasped. She knelt before him as he sprawled on the couch, legs apart. She tugged at his pants and underwear. He shifted enough for her to pull them off. She kissed him softly on his belly, then on his penis. She opened her lips and drew the length of him inside. She flicked her tongue around the head, then lingeringly travelled down the shaft, first slowly, then more quickly. She alternated between using her tongue and demonstrating how she had conquered the gag reflex. David gasped again and panted, then cried out as his semen gushed out into Mallory's mouth.

"Ah, sorry," he said when he had regained control.

"'S okay," said Mallory, surging up to kiss him on the mouth.

"You know," he said. "I could use something to take the taste out of my mouth. How about a beer and another little slice of pie?"

Mallory's eyes widened.

"Sure," she said.

She ran to the kitchen and returned with two bottles of beer and a plate holding a piece of pie.

David took a bite.

"I'm afraid I don't feel energetic enough to return the favour for you-"

"That's okay," said Mallory.

"-so why don't you go get your nice box of toys and show me what you can do for yourself?"

He grinned. Watching each other masturbate was a fantasy they'd discussed. Mallory jumped up and ran out of the room, returning with a plain box. She opened it.

"What should I choose?" she said. "Purple dildo, weird bunny vibe? Ah, my Erectomundo." She pulled out a dauntingly large sparkly blue thing shaped vaguely like a penis. A long, thick penis. She caressed her own breasts as she lay on the floor, pinching the nipples. She looked up at her husband. He was slumped on the couch, a plate of pie held against his naked paunch. She felt wet, even before sliding her fingers down to flicker against her clitoris. She rubbed and stroked herself in familiar ways before pulling off her clothes to allow the sex toy to enter her body.

David raised the fork to his lips again. The sight of his wife writhing on the floor before him, the post-orgasm lassitude and the feeling of being full all combined to make him feel blissful unlike ever before. Mallory shuddered and came as he watched. He finished the pie. Mallory crawled up and they lay together in blissful unity.