chapter 2

The morning after, I woke up to find Tracy looking at me wth that flirty little satisfied look I had come to recognize. She had a good time. I glanced over at the package of cookies. They were half eaten. I reached out to caress her body.
"Good morning." She smiled. "You want some breakfast?"
"That sounds great."

The days that followed were different. She started wearing leggings and oversized boyfriend sweaters. And she was baking all the time and she never talked about dieting. We didn't talk about that night but one day, with the counters covered in dozens of cookies she had been baking for her mother's church party, I experimentally picked one up and shoved it into her mouth as she came in for a kiss. Her eyes went wide with surprise then, as she chewed, kind of glazed over.
She had been so busy and stressed out with the holidays that she'd failed to pay attention to her eating habits and all the baking was lending itself to lots of snacking opportunities and excuses to stress eat. I could feel the results as I wrapped my arms around her and lovingly groped her curvy body. If I wasn't mistaken, her tummy was already a little full from a morning of absent-minded munching. I kissed her ear and she writhed against my body with unsatisfied frustration.
She looked at me with a hunger in her eyes and I looked at her with a mischevious glee. I pulled her by the hands into the livingroom and had her lie down while I went to the kitchen and rounded up a quantity of cookies and milk.
When I came back into the living room she gave me an exasperated look.
"Eric," She whined, "I can't. I'll get fat!"
I grinned. "So what?" I sat down on the couch next to her and held a cookie in front of her mouth.
"What will your mother think?"
"Shhh... just eat."
She looked nervous. But she took a bite and closed her eyes, a look of bliss crossing her features as she relaxed and let me feed her. And I was proud of her. She ate bite after bite and I washed it down with plenty of wholesome milk. When she got a little too full, she let me slide the waistband of her leggings down to make more room. And when she was really stuffed, rubbing her belly and groaning, I started stroking her crotch. She wasn't wearing any panties and her juices were already starting to dampen her stretchy leg coverings.
She spread her legs and bucked her hips, her head going back in her involuntary pleasure response.
I slid her sweater up to admire her tight, round belly.
"I think you need one more."
She looked at me with a nervous look. "But I'm so full. I'll get fat."
I don't think I was able to hide the amused expression on my face. "One cookie won't make you fat." I whispered as I brought the cookie up to her lips. On her other lips I made slow, soft circles with my fingers.
She closed her eyes and whined as she opened her mouth and let me put the whole thing in all at once.
Now, I was hard and ready to finish stuffing my plump little girl. "Good girl." I whispered as I gently pressed her belly, adding pressure and gaging the fullness as I rubbed her wetness a little faster. I could feel her lips swelling beneath the thin, stretchy fabric. Her wetness soaking through now. She was ready but I wasn't going to let her get off without a soothing belly rub.