chapter 4

"Another beer?" Joe asked.

"Ah . . . sure," I replied, accepting the bottle.

It was my fourth in about two hours. I wasn't quite buzzed but was feeling a little bloated, especially because we had also been snacking on chicken wing dip, chips with guacamole, and other assorted snacks.

Every couple weeks we'd get together with our group of friends and hang out. Since it was football season, us guys were sitting in Joe's living room watching the game, drinking beer, and snacking away. The women seemed to bring a new dish to sample every time the food was running low, I wondered if Kelly was behind it.

A couple more hours passed, the late game started, and I was working on my 8th beer as it occurred to me that I had snacked my way into needing to loosen my belt. I got up to go to the bathroom but ran into Kelly in the hall.

"Almost ready for dinner?" she asked.

"What? Dinner? I, um, thought the snacks and stuff were it for food," I replied, realizing that I had been set up.

"What's the matter?" she teased. "Did you binge on snacks and beer and now you're feeling bloated?"

She punctuated her point with a firm jab to my bulging middle.

"Um, no," I lied, totally trapped.

"Good, because we made a ton of food," she grinned. "Tell the guys that dinner is in 15 minutes sharp and to bring your appetites."

In the bathroom I loosened my belt two notches, knowing I'd need the room. Unfortunately that was the last notch, so no more loosening would be possible. I made a note to buy a longer belt, but then caught myself. Kelly had really gotten into my head, I just assumed at this point that I'd gain more weight. Something had to be done.

After tonight, that is.

She definitely wasn't lying about the food. The table was filled with spaghetti and meatballs, lemon garlic chicken, mashed potatoes, salad, dinner rolls, and more. Kelly happily filled my plate for me, making sure it was practically spilling off the edges. I just smiled and remarked how good everything looked.

I was able to keep up a bit of pretense during the first serving, feeling my belly swelling more. Then of course dishes were passed around again and somehow I ended up with some of everything. I took it slowly, thinking that Kelly would not press the issue in public and I would be done afterward.

"Hmm, there's only a bit of spaghetti left. You'll take it, right Brett?" said Cindy.

I was so surprised I almost choked on my last bite. Before I could respond, she was scooping a generous serving onto my plate.

"And only two meatballs, silly to let them go to waste," she continued, adding them as well.

I stifled a belch and tucked back in.

"Only one more roll, who wants is?" Jamie asked.

"Brett will take care of it," Kelly volunteered.

I wasn't the only one doing "clean up", however, as all the other guys had their plates re-filled again. I thought I could discern a hint of a smile tugging at the corner of each woman's mouth as we were fed more and more.

I could barely stifle belches and groans as I ballooned further, my stomach stretching to contain an immense amount of food. The other guys were also starting to groan about feeling way too full.

Too proud to beg Kelly to stop, I finally finished every last scrap that she gave me.

"Did you have enough, dear?" Kelly asked with a glint in her eye.

I could have sworn I heard Cindy chuckle as I nodded and stifled a belch.

"Why don't you guys go watch a bit more football and we'll bring dessert down in a bit," Jamie suggested.

With some difficulty we all tottered back to the living room where we all reclined with a sign, unbuckling our belts and gently rubbing our swollen middles.

A short while later Kelly and Jamie came in with plates of dessert, giggling at the sight of us sprawled out in our seats, midsections bulging with dinner. We all accepted the servings of peach cobbler with vanilla ice cream, half-heartedly protesting that we were out of room.

When Kelly gave me mine she leaned over and whispered in my ear.

"I'm going to ride that big fat belly tonight."

Several hours later we were home and she was keeping her word. I was freshly stuffed with the leftover cobbler that we took home and she gyrating on top of me, straddling my hips and grasping my gut.

"Oh, yes, baby . . . you are getting so . . . so . . . fat!" she exclaimed.

For maybe the first time, I really saw the joy on Kelly's face. I knew she had enjoyed feeding me and watching me gain, but I don't think I ever appreciated how much it really made her happy. And really, if it made her happy, why was I afraid of it making me happy as well? I obviously enjoyed it on a very basic carnal level, so why was I reluctant to embrace something that made us both happy?

"Mmm, I am getting fat," I replied. "Look how big I've gotten. I feel so huge."

Kelly looked at me in surprise, but kept going with vigor.

"Tell me more," she moaned, biting her lip.

"I'm so full," I groaned. "My stomach feels like it's going to explode. I feel like a huge, fat, bloated, beached whale."

Kelly gasped in pleasure and her eyes rolled back in her head.

"I can't believe how quickly I packed on all this weight," I continued. "I'm getting so big. My gut sticks out so far that I can't even see my feet anymore. I'm so fat that I'm starting to waddle."

I felt Kelly tighten around me as she exploded in pure bliss, triggering my own release. Afterward she sank down to the bed, curling up next to me with her hand resting on the apex of my belly.

"That was amazing," she breathed.

I nodded and held her close.

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