chapter 3 - at home

The next couple of days, Kat stuck to her diet as usual. Disheartened by her desire to remain slim I found myself fantasising about our date at Giulio's, the tight white dress and her enormous appetite.

The memory of her hot little moans as she ate and her distended stomach fuelled my passion.

She was busy setting up her online marketing business and I understood that. She was stressed and the strict exercise regime she swore by helped let off some steam. But I really wanted to show her that a little bit of comfort food could go a long way and oh boy did she have a sweet tooth...

"Hey Chris, I was wondering if I should cancel my gym membership. I feel like I won't have much time to go with this whole entrepreneur thing. What do you think?" Kat called out from the couch one lazy morning.

I had just come home from my daily morning run and her words froze me in my place. I didn't want to sound too keen so I made a non commital noise.

"I mean we'd save lots of money, and I promise I won't let myself go, I can easily work out at home babe." She continued.

"Well if you're sure, I think it sounds like a good option." I replied keeping my excitement in check.

"Oh okay, I'll call in later to cancel." She said with a sigh of relief.

I took my shoes off and wandered into the living room. To my sheer surprise she was still dressed in her pyjamas, loose fitting shorts and a tight blue tank top. I could tell she wasn't wearing a bra as the stiff peaks of her breasts swelled underneath the shirt due to the chilly morning breeze. She looked so relaxed and comfortable... it was nice, more than nice.

Clearing my throat I promised to make her breakfast and darted into the kitchen. I was acting like a schoolboy but a plan was beginning to form in my head.

It took me no more than half an hour to cook breakfast. I served two massive plates and set them on the kitchen counter. Three large waffles with strawberries two scoops of vanilla ice cream, caramel sauce and whipped cream each as well as two mugs of rich hot chocolate.

I called Kat over hoping she wouldn't reject the food. "I hope you like it!" I grinned as soon as she walked into the kitchen. Her eyes went wide and her mouth hung slightly open. She was just too cute.

"You can't expect me to eat all that, Chris! I just told you I quit the gym!" She exclaimed, looking slightly horrified. "I'll get huge!" She whined.

'Good', I secretly thought.

As she sat down I got a call from work and left the room to answer it, disappointed id be missing the show. It was a conference call that took longer than expected. When I got back, I froze in place.

Both plates were empty. And so were the mugs of hot chocolate.

I stared at Kat. That's all I could do.

She was leaning back on the kitchen stool, head tilted upwards with her eyes closed. Her long, lean legs were spread open to accomodate the masterpiece that was her stomach. She was breathing shallowly, while one slender hand fluttered shyly over the tight, distended mound that was her tummy. It stuck out from her slim torso like a ball of lead. It was spherical in shape, accentuated by the tightness of her tank top which rode up to reveal a sliver of pale hot flesh in between the hem of the shirt and the waistband of her shorts which had been lowered so as not to put pressure on her new belly.

I was awe struck at the sheer amount of calories she must have consumed in one sitting.

"Whoa someone was hungry!" I said cheerily, my eyes glued to the slow rise and fall of her stomach.

"Ohh sorry, i thought it was all for me, I didn't want it to go to waste, I'm so sorry" she moaned as her eyes shot open.

"Nah baby don't worry, I had breakfast before I went for a run" I lied.

"Alright, i don't feel as bad now." She giggled.

"Why don't you get your hot ass to bed huh? I'll be with you in a second after I wash the dishes." I smiled rakishly.

Blushing she struggled to get off the stool, groaning as the movement jostled her engorged form. With both hands cradling the protruding orb, she slowly made her way to the master bedroom and I could only watch her walk away wishing she had a bigger ass and thicker thighs.

Incredibly turned on by the thought I rushed to clean up.

I was called again from work on my way to the bedroom and told I was needed to go in to work for an emergency with one of the clients. Frustrated beyond belief I had a cold shower and changed into my suit. I left Kat rubbing her tender belly and typing away at her laptop.

As I arrived at work all I could think of was the way she moaned with her full belly and the way she touched it shyly. It was turning me on.

Without thinking I called the local pizza place and asked them to deliver two cheese lover deep dish stuffed crust pizzas with extra cheese and asked them to deliver it to our house. It was the ultimate decadence but I knew her weakness for easy meals.

The day at the office went by like a blur and by the time I got home I was starved. The house was oddly quiet so I ate some fruit and rushed up the stairs to our bedroom.

And there she was.

Even more beautiful and tempting than before. She wore a tight black tube top with tight denim shorts and she had makeup on as if she had been planning to go out but it clearly hadn't happened.

Kat lay in the bed, her shorts unbuttoned, the flaps wide open, pushed apart by a perfectly round and tight stomach, fully exposed as her top had ridden up all the way, creating a bunch on the shelf of her belly. It was hot.

That's when I i realised she was asleep, and on the side table, stacked on top of each other there were two empty pizza boxes. But the bedsheets were also littered with empty wrappers and empty bowls. The gluttonous remains of a feast I had sadly missed.

I told my self I was happy because she was relaxed and clearly at ease but the pangs of arousal I felt whenever I pictured myself rubbing and soothing her aching tummy were something else entirely.

Maybe I wanted her to gain a bit more than just healthy weight. Maybe I wanted her fat...