chapter 2

I was shocked she had laid out a feast! I started to complain, “I can’t eat all this dear, I feel like I’m going to explode now!” She smiled coyly at me, “Yes you can dear, I will help you.” I was shocked, what was going on. She set a plate heaping with food in front of me. It was roast beef with Yorkshire pudding, mashed potatoes with tons of butter, several casseroles and fresh baked bread. By this time, my stretched out belly was ready to be refilled and refill it I did. I had three platefuls of food. My wife brought out a hot apple pie and a big container of ice cream and fixed me slice after slice.

By the time it was time to go to bed, I looked like I had swallowed a basketball. My belly was sticking out so far. My wife could not keep her hands of it either. I staggered to bed, she climbed in next me and rubbed my distended belly until I fell asleep.

The next morning after a shower, I tried to get into a pair of my trousers, no luck. I couldn’t fasten them around my still bloated middle. My wife giggled at my dilemma, she suggested a pair of gym shorts since it was going to be hot that day, pulled on a t-shirt which barely covered my belly. She fed me a large breakfast of pancakes and bacon.

She sent me off to work with a pat on my belly and a pinch on my butt!

By eight-thirty I had already downed a tray of brownies and was getting started on a tray of cookies. I felt much better without a belt or tight trousers to constrict my waist. I didn’t even notice how bloated my belly was becoming. It was only when I took a break and went to the rest room did I glance in the mirror and was shocked to see how huge my pot was! My belly was pushing down the waist band of the shorts and the t-shirt had ridden up on my belly. I couldn’t even use the urinal, my belly stuck out so far!

I did catch some production errors that morning though. The cookies had been baked to long and had a slightly burned taste to them. I reported it right away and was “rewarded” with another full tray to sample. This batch was much better.

Mr. Faber called another lunch meeting. We all managed to stagger into the conference room. He had it catered again! I did manage to eat two sandwiches, chips, potato salad, ice tea (with sugar) and several brownies for desert. Mr. Faber singled me out for catching the production problem that morning. He was dressed in sweats and looked even bigger than he did the day before. Some of the women looked fantastic, a couple of them seemed to be “getting into it” with all the sampling. If I hadn’t known better I would have thought they had become pregnant overnight!

After lunch, I had to sample trays of our new chocolate covered pastry and cup cakes. I called my wife and told her how bloated I was becoming. I was surprised by her reaction, she sounded happy almost giddy at my news.

By five that evening, I had trouble getting up from my chair and even turning around in my cubicle. I again had to help my co-worker up from her chair, this time even helping her walk out to her car and helping her in it.

When I got home, my wife met me at the door, she gasped at my appearance and with a big smile on her face, she literally purred as she opened the door for me. She placed her hands on my now huge, round belly, “Oh honey, you look fantastic!”, she gasped.
“Thanks, honey, God, I feel like I’m going to burst, I’m so stuffed.” I said. She smiled, “Let me help you lie down for a while and digest, I have a surprise for you”. “I hope it isn’t something to eat, I don’t know if I could eat again.” I replied. I pulled down my now very tight running shorts, revealing my distended belly bulging over my bikini briefs. I could swear I heard my wife gasp when she saw me. I lay down and she quickly lay down next to me. I asked her, “do you mind me getting so fat? I really like my job, but I’m afraid I will never be able to loose any weight working there.” She answered, “Oh Honey, I don’t mind at all, in fact, I want you to get as fat as you possibly can!”
I was shocked, “but I have tried to stay in shape all this time and you want me to get fat!”
“Yes dear, I do, I want this big, beautiful belly of yours to get just huge!” “I even want your bottom to get big and soft too.” She said, pinching by round butt. I leaned over, pressing my expanding belly onto her and kissing her hard. She reacted grabbing me on top of her. I asked, “Am I to heavy to be on top, love.” “No”, she gasped ,”I love to feel your belly pressing down on me,” she shrieked.

After some “exercise” she led me to my surprise. The dining room table was covered with boxes and pans from Boston Market, all of my favorites were there, including a huge pan of Mac & cheese. By now I had regained my appetite, plopped my self down in a chair and began gorging! I ate for nearly two hours, as my wife helped me eat, even feeding me. She rubbed my bloated belly to relief pressure when I slowed down, cut up food so I could eat even faster. I don’t know who was more turned on, me or my wife.

When I was so stuffed I could hardly move, she helped me waddle/stagger to bed, it was only nine thirty, but I was so full I could hardly stay awake. I sat on the edge of the bed, my belly, now a round orb bulging from my chest out on to my thighs. My wife could hardly keep her hands off of me. We spooned as we feel asleep.

The next morning after and great shower, rubbing my growing belly with soap getting so turned on it almost hurt. My wife had prepared a huge breakfast, French toast, pancakes, bacon and sausages. I gleefully stuffed my self as my bride watched with delight in her eyes. I staggered to the car, now wearing the only things that came even close to fitting, XXL sweats (elastic waist band of course) and a XXL t-shirt that barely covered my bloated belly.

I arrived at my cubicle to find it already piled with samples from the line. With new confidence, knowing my wife wanted me huge, I ate with abandon all morning. At lunch, I pigged out on the pizzas Mr. Faber had ordered. My gluttony was not lost on him, I saw him wink at me a couple of times and even complimented me in front of my co-workers for “working so hard” on my sampling.

That afternoon I had six trays of various products to “analyze”. My co-worker commented that I seemed to be really enjoying myself with the “sampling”. I confided in her that my wife wanted me to get a huge fat belly and round plump rear. She could not believe that I was even being stuffed again at home after eating all day long at work. She was envious that my spouse was not only supportive of my/our situation but that she encouraging me to enjoy myself too.