chapter 2

George was one of the football coaches at the high school he was the offensive line coach. He had been a lineman in high school and college and loved to work with the boys. It was a rule that during football season, the “line” would eat dinner after practice at George and Madge’s house. Madge loved to cook huge meals for her “boys”. The town high school soon had a reputation for having the largest offensive line in the conference.

George retired from the railroad with a generous pension and Madge retired from the school system, also with a pretty good pension. He and Madge did a little traveling, but only a couple years after retiring George died of cancer.

Madge was saddened by the loss of her soul mate. She and George loved to eat and Madge also missed her job and the school. Madge continued to cook large amounts of food, she could not adjust her portions to just herself. She also hated to waste food, so Madge got into the habit of eating everything she cooked. She had always been plump, though fairly short, but the huge amounts of food she started eating caused her once merely plump figure to balloon! Balloon she did, Madge gained over a hundred pounds in less than a year, most of weight going to her bottom, hips and belly.

After nearly two hours of constant eating, I looked down at my distended belly, now bulging out onto my thighs. I looked over at Jen. She had a glassy look in her eyes, she was nibbling on bits and pieces on her plate, she looked pregnant her tummy was so distended too.

Madge looked up at me and smiled. Her own belly now pushing up against the table, she burped, “URP, excuse me, Now Ned you and Jen look like you need a rest, before desert!” I thought “desert! I feel like I am going to explode I am so stuffed, and Jen looks like she is going to give birth to triplets, how can she possibly thing we can eat desert!”

Madge, still sitting at the table suggested, “Ned, why don’t you help your lovely Jen up and let her lie down on the couch, it should help her tummy settle a bit, dear.”

I struggled to my feet, my belly bulging out over the table, I helped my engorged bride to her feet, (barely) we waddled/staggered into the living room and the couch. I lowered Jen onto the couch, causing her to burp, “BURRP, oh sorry honey, I am so stuffed, but I feel so good!” cooed Jen. I had to admit, though I looked like I was going to explode any minute I did feel pretty good.

I thought, “Oh shit! I should get a hold of our US Marshall detail they are probably freaking out that we have been either killed or kidnapped!”

“Madge, may I use your phone, I need to let some folks know where we are?” Oh, BURP, excuse me, certainly dear, go right ahead.” Replied Madge.

I called the senior Marshall, he answered on the first ring. “US Marshall Anderson, may I help you?” “Anderson, It’s me Ned Fox, I saw a couple of gang bangers pull up at the motel and Jen and I took off!” “Thank God, we thought you two were goners for sure. Where are you Ned?” “We are at a house a few blocks from the motel, wait, let me get the address.” I said. “Madge what’s address here? “235 West Elm dear.” Replied Madge. “Anderson, 235 West Elm!” “Ok good Ned, Hey what are you two wearing, we found all of your clothes and everything in the room?” I chuckled, “We barely have anything, just swimsuits and t-shirts, Anderson.” “We checked out that car and the “gang bangers”, don’t worry they weren’t who you thought they were, but I am glad you were so careful. I think we should have you two lay low for a few weeks. Can you stay where you are?” “We maybe able to. Can you and Marshall Combes come by and talk to our host, and bring our clothes?” “Yeah we will be right there, Ned.” Replied Anderson.

I told Madge that she was about to have more company. I explained to her what was really going on. She was adamant that we stay with her.

When Anderson and Combes arrived, they were taken aback by our appearance. They had noticed that we were gaining weight, but our present engorged state, plus being dressed only in bikinis revealed the true extend of our largesse.

They interviewed Madge, who insisted on them having something to eat. Anderson, was around my height, not as heavy as I am, especially now. Combes, is a female marshall, shorter than Jen, but thirty or forty (now) pounds lighter. She is known as the “aerobics nazi” at the office.

Madge’s food filled both of them up pretty well. Back in the car, Anderson said, “I think they will be safe there, I want to check with the local sheriff to be sure of Madge, but she seems genuine enough to me.” Combes burped, “Excuse me, I have never eaten so much in my life, no wonder that woman is so huge, and did you see Ned and Jen, they looked like they were going to burst!” Anderson chuckled, noticing Combes once flat belly now bloated. “Yeah they will be safe, but I think they both will be pretty fat, when Madge is done with them!” He did not notice Combes un-buttoning her suit skirt and un-zipping it to free her bloated belly from the now tight material.

Anderson stopped at the sheriff’s office. Combes now struggling to stay awake, stayed in the car. The sheriff knew Madge quite well. His son had been a lineman on the football team when George had coached. He told Anderson about the team dinners, and how big the boys got with Madge’s rich food and George excellent coaching and training. He said that Madge sometimes had some issues with the neighbor, mainly letting their kids eat to much at her house, she was a good citizen and would take good care of Ned and Jen. He did wink at Anderson and say they maybe a good deal bigger when he comes back for them.

Anderson went back to the car to drive on to Denver and the local regional US Marshall office. When he got in the car he noticed how bloated his partner was. He thought, “Geze, if Madge can get the aerobics nazi to over eat and gain weight, what chance do Ned and Jen have!”