chapter 4

I was looking forward to Thanksgiving. My family usually left for the holidays but my grandparents decided to stay and host this year. Carol had always had issues with her parents so we just planned on staying at my family's house for the event.

We walked into the house with the most amazing smells. My grandparents were from the south and my Grandma's cooking was something words could not describe. Caro's eyes lit up.

We quickly began small chat, catching up, talk of the wedding plans of course. I finished my first plate and followed Caro up for another. She was working her third plate at this point. I noticed her yoga pants were barely containing the basketballs that were her ass cheeks.

"Babe, your Grandma's cooking is amazing." I smiled. I finished my ham and turned my attention to my fiance who was working on her 4th plate at this point. She had slowed down considerably but maintained determination on clearing the plate clean.

Unfortunately, due to the cold she had worn a hoodie, so I had no idea the damage that had been done. Regardless, I moved to the couch and let the women chat in the kitchen. Every few mins I would glance at the table to see Carol eating something else. Pecan pie, a cookie, bread with butter. Her mouth was always full for 3 straight hours.

Finally, the women came into the living room and we passed out for a few while watching football. It was the ride home that got interesting.

As she slid into the passenger seat I heard Carol moan for the first time. "Babe, I'm so tipsy and my stomach is soreeee." "Ok babe, lye down and relax." She quickly fell asleep on our drive home.

As we pulled into the driveway, she woke up with a new energy. We quickly moved inside and she popped open a beer. "Babe, can we chill with some TV? I just want to relax." I nodded. We shared a bathroom that we had both bolted to so we could get into some comfortable clothes.

"HOLY SHIT, babe you look pregnant with triplets!" I couldn't believe I had blurted this out. She had taken her tank top and bra off and it appeared she was wider than she was tall. Angry stretchmarks next to her love handles were clearly visible. Her belly was tight as a drum. It was almost a hilarious, impossible sight.

"9months with a food baby" she responded while rubbing her lower belly. We both started giggling. She walked to the couch cradling her gut. I had to touch it. I began rubbing circles across the top of her taught flesh. She instantly closed her eyes and started moaning.

"Can you rub everything..." as she turned on her side. Her belly instantly rolled over. I of course started on her back and made my way slowly to her side. Her back rolls had now formed into 3 small rolls right next to her arm pits. The moaning continued. I then worked my way to her side belly. The softness. Her belly, even beyond full, was so soft. I had been hard for minutes now. As soon as my hands had gotten below her lower gut and started rubbing, she spun over and grabbed my shaft. "Play time?" I smiled.