Chapter 14

***Laura****

I whimpered slightly, puffing for breath. My big Thanksgiving plan was totally backfiring. Instead of enticing Alan to gorge himself to the point of surrender, I was the one pigging out. I had untied the top of my teddy when I started feeling short of breath from my extreme overeating. My terribly bloated stomach was resting on my thighs, taut and turgid.

"That's it," I gasped, finally dropping my fork.

I just couldn't do it anymore, this was stupid. What had I been thinking?

"I give up, you win," I said to Alan. "Ooh, my stomach . . . I feel so disgusting."

"What do you *hic* mean?" Alan asked. "I win what?"

"This whole stupid thing. You won. I'm fat."

"Oh, no babe. I give up. This was stupid, I let this get out of hand. I don't know what I was thinking, things just kind of spiraled out of control. Shoot, look at me, I think I gained more weight than you did."

I giggled, then groaned when my overfull stomach complained. "I did enjoy watching you gain too. At first it was just revenge, I was mad at you because I didn't have any self-control. I know that's stupid, and I don't know why it bothered me that you like me heavier."

"I love you at any weight, really. Let's stop this silly thing. We'll lose all this weight together."

I looked at him for a moment. "Maybe we don't really need to lose this weight."

Alan's eyes widened in surprise. "Really?"

I leaned back in the chair, absentmindedly rubbing my midsection. "I have to admit, I've honestly thought it was a little hot to see you pork up too."

"What? Really??"

I could feel my face warming. "Yeah, I dunno, maybe I'm just a perv like you. And I know I made a big deal about not getting fat myself, but you obviously like me this way and I'm not sure why I made such a fuss about staying skinny. But now that I'm all plump for you, you better not even think about leaving me."

Alan just smiled at me. "Fat or thin, I'm yours until I die."

His eyes shone with tender love and I felt so ashamed that I had acted so childishly. "I love you, hun. Happy Thanksgiving."

"Happy Thanksgiving, indeed," he chuckled. "If I could get out of this chair I'd suggest a trip to the bedroom."

Bracing my hands against the edge of the table, I rose awkwardly to my feet. I slipped off the top and stood there clad in only a tiny pair of panties. The look on Alan's face was priceless, it reminded me of our wedding night.

"Maybe I can move after all," he said.

I walked around the table and helped him to his feet, frankly amazed by the size of his swollen ball of a belly. We staggered upstairs, the sexual tension palpable. Once in our bedroom I helped him strip naked and fall into bed. When I went to pull off my panties the elastic waistband snapped apart and they just fell off. Alan practically yanked me onto the bed next to him, then it all got rather hazy.

His hands and mouth were everywhere, exploring every inch of my body. I couldn't keep my hands off his gut, it was incredibly firm to the touch. The sex was fantastic, weeks of frustration building up to a climax that almost broke our bed.

Winded, we lay next to each other and tried to catch our breath. Our fattened forms lay there glistening and naked, fingers still tracing each others' contours.

"So, you really . . . find this . . . sexy?" I asked, still puffing a bit.

"You tell me," he grinned.

"Maybe you were . . . onto something . . . after all," I admitted. "Y'know . . . there are two pies down there still."

"Well what are we waiting for?" he asked. "Last one to the kitchen has to eat their pie with no fork!"