Chapter 2

I was struggling to continue to eat. My belly was hard and round and I was forced to lean forward to let it hang out from my body. I managed to eat half of the bowl of noodles and I felt more stuffed then I had ever been before. I was hot and my belly felt like it was at its fullest capacity. Our host noticed I hadn’t finished my meal and he commented on the waste of good food, but I just couldn’t squeeze in another bite.

People started gathering their things and I flushed realizing I was going to have to stand up and act gracious. I leaned forward and held my handbag in front of me to try to disguise my very swollen belly. The men were lucky to have suits that hid their bodies more than my light dress!

Mr. Lee had the limo brought around front of the restaurant and we climbed into the back.

I tried to get comfortable, but I was having to take little breaths and my stomach was so round and firm it seemed fit to burst. Mr. Lee reached in to the mini bar and removed a little bottle of liqueur. He filled up a shot glass and handed it to me.

“For digestion” He said.

I didn’t know if I could hold even a shot of liquid, but anything to help ease my stuffed round gut. I shot it back. He refilled my cup and said:

“Two is better”

I shot the second one back and a warm relaxed feeling spread through my body. I felt so relaxed I stopped trying to hold my belly in and instantly I felt much better. I looked down to see my stomach pressing out into smooth round semi sphere. The liquor calmed me and dulled my embarrassment.

“You did well today. In Korean culture women have only recently been moving in to the man’s world of business and by dining with these important people you have proved yourself to them.”

Mr. Lee said.

He seemed very pleased with me.

As we arrived at the hotel he came around and helped me out of the car. As he did so he ran his hand lightly over my stomach, almost absently, and without comment. But the effect in me was dramatic. The path he traced over my distended middle was alive and tingling and I blushed as the tingling went lower centering in my special place. I almost swooned, but caught myself, and somehow managed to make it to my room to sleep off the immense amount of food in me.



The next three weeks Mr. Lee was very busy with his elderly family and I was left to go to many meals with businessmen on my own. I was stuffed time and time again. I was starting to get used to the discomfort. I found I was extraordinarily hungry every evening. I started to crave the large meals and I really enjoyed the amazing meals before me. My clothes on the other hand were starting to feel rather snug. Luckily I had many stretchy items, comfortable for traveling, but my few pairs of dress slacks were unwearable.

I came out of the shower one morning and caught a look in the mirror. A new smooth soft layer of flesh covered my hips, thighs, breasts and a slight potbelly! I had never seen my body look like this before. This trip was going to cost me a lot of hard work at the gym. I rubbed my little belly and was surprised to feel that same tingling return. It felt so soft and round and pleasant. I was quite taken aback by my thoughts. I liked my fat belly?