Chapter 4

Kate woke up slowly the next morning. She felt terrible. Her head was killing her. “I’ve got to stop going overboard with the booze” she thought to herself. Then she realized that she felt all sticky. She rolled over and saw that her sheets were covered in globs of melted ice cream cake. As she shrieked and jumped out of bed, she stepped on the cake’s empty box on the floor.

“What the hell happened?” she asked out loud as she wiped ice cream off her chin. She looked down and saw that ice cream had dribbled down her chest and gotten all over her bra. It was then that she caught sight of her full, protruding stomach, which was still swollen and stuck way out in front of her. She grabbed her belly, which ached almost as much as her head. Just then, the door opened and Jeff walked in. By the looks of it he had been off taking a shower.

“What the hell happened last night?” asked Kate. “I must have blacked out. I don’t remember anything. Did we actually eat a whole ice cream cake between the two of us? How come you’re not all bloated like me?”

“The benefit of having a fast metabolism, I guess” said Jeff with a laugh. Of course, he hadn’t touched one piece of the cake last night; Kate had eaten the whole thing herself.

“Lucky bastard” laughed Kate. “My metabolism sucks.” She began wiping some of the ice cream off her bra when she furrowed her brow, then laughed. “I just realized I’m only wearing my bra and no panties. I take it we had sex last night?”

Jeff just nodded in response. He was daydreaming about the previous night’s feeding frenzy. It got him so worked up that he had jerked off in the shower thinking about it. But he knew it couldn’t happen again. There was no way Kate would do that if she hadn’t been so hammered.

“Wow, I need to stop drinking so hard when we go out. I’m sure the sex was great, though, babe” said Kate with a sexy smile, even though she was ashamed that she got so drunk as to forget sleeping with her boyfriend. She slipped her panties back on and saw that she still had some ice cream on her hand and she licked it off.

“God, that tastes so good” she said. “This is by far the best ice cream cake I’ve ever tasted. If only I could remember eating it last night.” With that she began to clean up the disaster area on her bed.

Jeff looked at her, puzzled. It was regular ice cream cake that you could get from any grocery store. He’d seen her eat it on many occasions. Was her drunken brain somehow connecting the ice cream cake to the pleasure from the wild sex they’d had the night before? That’s when it hit him. It was so simple. Last night didn’t have to be a once in a lifetime thing. He just had to get Kate drunk more often. She couldn’t say no to alcohol and, after a few too many, she’d be ready and willing to take part in any food-related sex game he could come up with. Plus, she thought he had pigged out too, so she wouldn’t accuse him of anything other than being a drunk over-eater like her. She didn’t seem to mind gaining weight that much, so who would he be hurting?

The couple spent the rest of their Sunday morning cleaning up the mess they had made the night before. Whenever Kate would bend down to pick something up, Jeff could only stare at her ass and wonder what it was going to look like with a couple extra pounds on it.