chapter 2

Heather's mind wandered as she looked out the window. The fields had turned entirely into country now and she would only see a farm house or gas station every few miles. She wondered why Greg was taking her out into the middle of the country side for a surprise. It could not be something to do with her confession to him, could it? She realized that he intended to have sex with her, but she had thought it ridiculous for him to act on her words. However, she trusted him completely and knew that whatever it was, he would make it special for her.

Soon after, Greg pulled of the main road onto a dirt trail and she knew they were close. The road was bumpy and was obviously use infrequently. It was not too bad with the suspension of the truck, so it did not feel like long until they reached another small farmhouse just out of sight of the road along a small thicket.

"We're here," Greg said as he parked the truck and stepped out to go unlock the house.

Heather looked around at the large pens and saw a huge red barn, but no livestock.

"My cousin is away for the month. He has another place down the way that he just bought and has to get set up. If you can believe it, it's even bigger than this one," Greg took his key out of the door and went back to grab his bags.

Heather felt relived knowing that. It seemed a lot less ominous now. Although, she hoped that there would be a wardrobe left for her since she had not brought any of her own clothes with her.

She and Greg entered the small house and she was pleasantly surprised by how much bigger it seemed from inside. She looked around at the walls, decorated with paintings of grain fields and cows. The place had all sorts of farm themed decorations on the walls and on the shelves with some books stuck in between. There was a very large table in the dining room and all the door ways were double size.

"I wonder why such a tiny place need such big doors," Heather said.
Greg shrugged, "I think it's just to make it easier for multiple people to get through when guests are over. Owen does like to entertain during the holidays."

Heather paid it no more mind and made her way to the bedroom that Greg assigned for her. Inside, there was a giant king sized bed and a very long closet, but not much else. The room was pretty bare aside from a mirror along the length of the wall and the only window was coved in blinds. She did not mind though.

"That will make it easy to look at Greg while we have sex. It's like watching myself star in a porno," she thought.

She heard Greg call her to dinner from the other room. She was starving. It had been a long drive and she had not eaten anything but a pastry all day.

When Heather entered the dining room, she saw a huge spread of chicken, mash potatoes, corn, and plenty of other comfort foods to fill the selection. Her mouth dropped and salivated at both the sight and smell of the incredibly appetizing meal.

"How did you make all this so fast?" she said in awe.

Greg laughed, "It seems my cousin had some stuff already prepared for when we arrived. It's the county hospitality I guess. A bit reckless of him to leave stove on after he left though."

Heather sat down, not even thinking about how she was dressed. All she could think about was how hungry she was and how good everything smelled. Greg came from behind her and put his hands on her shoulders.

"You want me to take that coat off of you Beautiful? You can eat as much as you want. No point in leaving some when there's no one else to enjoy it. Don't be afraid to go for seconds."

Heather shook her head in agreement. She filled her plate full of corn bread with mashed potatoes and gravy, complete with a big chicken leg on the side. She ate ravenously until she caught a glimpse of Greg watching her and blushed in embarrassments. She was hunched over her food like an animal and was completely naked. She must have looked so shameful.

Greg saw her look away and reach out to her, "Hun, there's nothing to be embarrassed about. There's no one else here but me, and I think you look gorgeous when you eat. I like a woman that eats well."

Remembering what Greg told her, Heather regains her composer and then casts it aside as she goes back into a frenzy; a frenzy that quickly dies down as she finished her second helping.

"Ugh..." Heather groaned as she patted her distended belly, "I'm soooo stuffed!"

"Are you sure you can't have just one more plate Love?" Greg said with a calming voice. "There's so much more, I'm not sure it will all fit in the fridge."

"I'm not sure if I can even eat one more bite," Said Heather as she continued to rub her belly, feeling the pressure of its contents. "...But, I do hate having things go to waste."

"That's a good girl," Greg smiled and filled her plate for her, finishing the mashed potatoes and loading it up with plenty of gravy.

Heather had a few bites, but could not bring herself to pull the fork to her face another time. Greg walked over to the other side of the table and rubbed her bloated belly.

"Need a little help?" He said, but before she could even respond, he had grabbed the fork from her hands and stuffed her mouth full of chicken covered in thick gravy.

The gravy coated Heather's lips and tongue and tasted just as good as the first bite. She could not help but get lost in the flavors despite her gut being so painfully full. She panted heavily, trying to catch her breath in between bites and against her overstuffed belly. She looked like she was half way through a pregnancy with her food baby in her stomach. Before she knew it, she had consumed an entire helping and felt the consequences.

"Oooooh," She moaned, "I think that may have been a bit too much."
She laughed but was interrupted by a loud belch. Laughing only made her belly hurt worse.

"It's okay Baby," Greg said as he rubbed her belly with both hands. Heather did not even notice the huge bulge in his pants. "You'll be able to handle more than that after a few times. Now, let's get you to bed. You must want a nap after all that. It will help your stomach settle."

The only thing Heather heard was nap and nodded. Greg pulled out her chair and held out his hands for her. She grabbed them and he pulled her up, the shifting of her center of gravity almost causing her to fall forward, but she catches he balance. She grunted as she felt her feast shift around inside of her. She put a hand under her belly to ease the strain as Greg helped her to her room. He lays her down slowly and she closes her eyes right away. Laying on her side eased the pain and the smell of hay relaxed her. Almost immediately, she fell asleep and as Greg left, he caught a sight of his sexy girl. Her huge, stuffed belly looking out of place on her petite, elegant frame. Her arms and legs look like toothpicks stuck onto a mango. He closed the door and headed to the bathroom to relieve the pent up sensation that he had been feeling all dinner.