chapter 3

Heather woke up from her food coma and could feel the moist spot where she had laid on the bedsheet.

"Must have been hot," she thought, "It looks like I sweat a river."

She pushed herself up, her belly feeling much more empty, but it still looked like she had just eaten a meal. It was not a huge difference, but relative to how skinny she usually is, the extra pounds were already showing. She just thought that she must still have a full belly and had gotten used to the feeling. She looked around and saw the clock above her head. She had slept for nearly twelve hours. Her belly grumbled, and her mouth dropped in shock. She stepped down onto the floor from the wide bed and walked over to the closet to look for a change of clothes. She saw nothing but extra bed sheets and a small set of shelfs loaded with folded cow print stockings and black heels. She turned and started her way to the kitchen.

"I'm going to figure out what this is all about," she said under her breath.

When Heather entered the kitchen, she was greeted by the smell of pancakes, eggs, bacon, and all the things that make hungry girls' mouths water. She saw that Greg had been busy preparing a large breakfast for her. As soon as she smelled the food, her tummy let out a huge growl and she had forgotten any concerns that she had. Greg turned to greet her.

"Good morning Baby. Why don't you sit down and have some breakfast? I'll bring it right over to the dining room."

Heather made a sound to acknowledge his request. "Sure thing, I just wanted to ask..." her mind was getting lost in the scent of all the delicious food, "I was wondering..."

"Yes?" Greg smiled innocently.

"Oh, nothing. I just wanted to know what the surprise was. Surely it wasn't just a big dinner since you're also making me a huge breakfast."

Greg laughed, "I'm glad to hear that you're so eager. I'll show you once you finish breakfast.

He put a container that he had beside the batter back into the cupboard and Heather went to the dining room to take her seat and wait for her loving boyfriend.

Greg entered the room with platters of pancakes and eggs, then went and came back with even more food. The smell of bacon grease and maple syrup filled the room. Heather picked up the serving utensils from the tray and filled her plate to the edge with eggs and sausage. She could hardly contain herself. She felt like she had not eaten in days. She picked up her fork and starting stuffing bite after bite of warm, moist eggs into her mouth. Greg had already cooked the salt and pepper into the eggs making the flavor even greater. She then forked the big sausage from her plate and ate the five-inch bratwurst in two bites. It had been cooked in the bacon grease and tasted like heaven had melted in her mouth, her lips shining, covered in oil. She made sounds of pleasure and licked the rest of the grease off of her plate before reaching for the pancakes.

Heather grabbed the turner and stuck a whole stack of pancakes onto her plate, then grabbed a spreading knife covered in Nutella and smeared it all in between with half a stick of butter wedged under each cake. She finished it off with a waterfall of syrup and a handful of bacon. She looked like a gluttonous queen with a tower of cake and sugar. She had never felt so hungry in her entire life.

Once she had finished her creation, she looked down at her plate and saw that her belly was again swollen, but this time, was covered in remnants of the food that had fallen out of her mouth during the mauling of her course. Nutella and syrup was smeared and coated her breasts and belly and dripped down like they would off of a shelf. He skin was flushed and her belly forced her legs apart to accommodate its girth. She had made such a pig of herself and she could feel her face get beat red.

Greg came over to her and took a lick of syrup from Heather's chest. He then took a finger swoop of Nutella and brought his hand down to her waist.

"What are you doing?" Heather said with labored breath.

"Don't worry about it Honey." He rubbed the chocolate nut spread on her clit, the feeling sending shivers through her whole body. "You look so sexy when you treat yourself and let go."

Her mind drifted away as she lost her senses to pleasure. They both kissed as Greg fingered her, his sugar coated fingers making a mess of her cunt. He rubbed her belly as he stuck his tongue in her mouth which made her moan load and throw her back into an arch. The pressure now shifted, caused her stomach to feel even more strained which brought her to orgasm. As she wet the seat, she felt something unlike anything she had ever before.

"C'mon," Greg helped her out of her chair as she moaned and rubbed her distended belly. "I'm going to show you your surprise."

Greg led Heather to her room and laid her on the bed. He then walked out and returned with a bucket of water and a sponge in hand.

"So Honey, your surprise is a two-parter," Greg said as he laid the bucket down and opened her closet.

Heather lay dazed and barely able to follow what was going on around her, burps forcing their way through her maw in between breaths.

"I'm going to give you exactly what you wanted Love. You are perfect. When I met you, I thought you were such a great girl, but once you told me what you wanted, I knew I had to make you mine." Greg set aside a pair of stockings and dipped the sponge in the bucket, squeezing out the excess water. "You may not need to bath this way yet, but pretty soon you won't even be able to fit in a normal bath."

He approached her with the sponge, wiping down her whole sweaty, messy body, making sure to wipe all the sticky syrup and chocolate that Heather had got on her during her feeding. His scrubbing was gentle and the feeling soothed her. She cooed happily as her lover cleaned her and kissed her bloated tummy. Once he had finished, Greg unfolded the stockings and lifted heathers delicate leg. He pulled it all the way up her shin and to her thigh where it grabbed loosely.

"This is the smallest size," he said, "Pretty soon these won't fit you, but first we have to fill you out a bit."

Heather passed out and while she was, her lover went back to the kitchen to prepare her next meal.