Chapter 7

She opened up the bag and examined the new clothes. Then she stood up and tried on the new pants. They were a good fit, a little room to expand, but still reasonably tight on her butt. She left on the torn shirt. I looked over at the clock, it was a little after 4. I got up and starting getting some stuff out to make her dinner. I had enough food for a couple more meals, but i looked around the freezer and found a pound of bacon and got an idea. I had flour, milk, eggs, and some baking powder, so I decided to make some pancakes from scratch. I mixed up the whole mess and made a batter, and thawed the bacon. She watched me from the kitchen table. “I didn't know you could cook.” she said.

“Yeah, and normally I can do fancier stuff than this, but I think this will be perfect. Plus I have enough butter and syrup for a big stack.”

I poured out the batter in one pan and fried up 4 bacon strips in the other. After a few minutes I had a nice stack of 3 for her and the bacon was done. I loaded the pancakes up with a few pads of butter and brought the syrup and a plate to the table. She started eating while I went back to the range to make up a second batch. She had almost finished the first plate by the time I brought her a second. She laid into those and I went back to make some more. She looked up at me while I was working and asked “just exactally how many are you going to make?”

“As many as you can eat.” I said.

As the second plate disappeared, the third neared completion. She stood up and slipped out of the new pants. Then went back and finished her plate. When I brought the third plate over, she was reclining in her chair with her hands on her tummy. “This is going to be all I can handle.” I sat down with her and encouraged her a little bit. “Just think about how round and soft you're going to be, and I think you'll be able to handle it. You're doing such a good job.” “Some fluffy pancakes to make you a fluffy girl.” “I love how these flat cakes are gonna end up nice and round.”

She had some trouble getting it all down, but managed with my encouragement. I got up and made 3 more. “No way am I going to be able to eat anything else. Those had better be for you.”

“I'm afraid not. But, you can take as long as you need, and I'll have something to eat too.”

She rubbed her belly and I finished cooking. I brought her the last plate and set it down. “Now I have a deal for you....I will keep eating, as long as you keep eating too.” She looked confused. I sat down in front of her and slid down her panties. “and you'll notice that I pulled down the cutains.”

“You're an asshole.” She picked up a fork. “I'm going to eat these really slowly. I hope you know what you're in for.” and she started eating. I dug in and so did she. She made good on her word. It took her 10 minutes to eat the first one, and my face was already getting wet from her. I had made a deal though, and I intended to keep my end of the bargain, no matter how long it took her. It took her another 15 minutes to eat a second pancake, and my tongue was getting numb. She wriggled around the chair while I worked from below. Every now and again she would put her hand down and play with her clit for a few seconds while I did my part. By now my whole face was moist with her excitation. I slowed down, and finally stopped....reminding her that if I was going to eat, then she had to as well. She finally started the last one, and I resumed. She wiggled and wormed around while she chewed. I stuck my finger deep in her belly button and fingered it while I licked from below. She started getting really wet and I could feel the heat radiating up from her groin on my lips. After a few minutes of my fingering her belly button and eating she grabbed the table and moaned. Her back arched up and her abdomen swelled up into the air, erupting from her torn shirt. She shook her body and I ate her harder and deeper to stimulate her as much as possible. She went limp and collapsed back in the chair.

“Thank God”, I said. “I thought you were never going to come.”

“Oh. I came more than once.”

It took her almost an hour to finish that last plate. “I dont think I have ever gone down that long.”

“Well, I don't think I have ever ate 12 pancakes in one sitting either.”

I looked at the plate and saw half of the last pancake left. I stood up, and finished it myself.

“I feel like I'm going to explode. Will you rub my belly in bed for a while? I need to lay down.”

“Yeah, of course.” I helped her up from the table and slung her arm over my shoulder. I helped her up the stairs and laid her down on the bed. Her belly stood up, rigid from all her eating. I sat down and tucked my legs under hers. My feet went almost up to her head. “We should get you on the scale later tonight and see what the damage was today” I recommended as I started softly rubbing her firm belly.

“Not now, it hurts to breath.”

“Whenever.” I rubbed until she closed her eyes. “Get some rest, I'll get you up in a couple hours.”