Chapter 4

Our first night back from the cruise, things changed drastically. I came back from a trip to the store, and was met by a wonderfully decorated dinner table loaded with my favorite foods. "Eat up," encouraged Laura, as she served portions of roast beef, mashed potatoes, kernal corn, and bread onto my plate. I smiled and dived in. I wondered, was this the feeding push starting at last? It seemed so.

As I finished my first plate, Laura was right there to serve me some more. "Come on there Honey, I know you can finish another," she cooed. I smiled and dug in. As I finished my second helping, I felt the effects of what the cruise had done.

Before the cruise I had a layer of muscle that covered my stomach, signalling me when I had eaten enough, and preventing my stomach from filling completely and bulging out. It had been one of the major reasons I had been able to fit into my suitpants the last two years.

Evidently, the three plus weeks of lazing on the ship had taken that away. Even though I had eaten more than any dinner in recent memory, my stomach didn't give me the full signal. Instead it just rounded out and expanded as I continued to fill it.

It seemed that Laura had predicted this. I caught her smiling as she again took my plate and filled it with more roast, gravy, Yorkshire pudding, and corn. Although I had to slow down, I was able to finish the third helping.

I finally pushed away from the table. "No more", I said weakly. I found myself struggled to get out of my chair and move to the living room. I plopped down on the couch and fingered the TV remote. My belly felt stuffed to the brim, but it was not uncomfortable.

After 45 minutes I roused himself awake. The heavy meal was making me drowsy. I forced myself to stay awake for my favorite show, but I felt myself dozing off again. A little before 10 PM, I gave up and went toward the bedroom.

I heard Laura out in the kitchen as I changed into my pajamas, brushed my teeth, and prepared for bed. I was at the sink when Laura appeared. "Ready to turn in," she asked, closing the door on the walk-in closet? "Sure am," I answered. A minute later Laura made her way out of the closet, scantily clad in the babydoll outfit she knew was my favorite.

I immediately realized the second part of Laura's cruise scheme. Laura had eaten freely for the entire cruise, and the results were now readily visable.

The seams of the lingerie struggled to keep her new pounds from bursting the garment. Her breasts, already considerable, threatened to pop out with every step. Love handles overflowed the top of her panties and jiggled freely. Laura stepped a few feet in front of me, placed her hands on her round hips, and smiled wickedly. "Like what you see," she asked?

I was lost for words. My drowziness was gone. After a few seconds with no response from me, Laura shifted her gaze downward. She smiled when she saw she was achieving the desired effect.

"Looks like your up for some playtime," said Laura. "I must warn you, things have changed since your retirement." I must have looked puzzled as Laura turned and walked back into the closet. She came out quickly, carrying two pies. Both had been pre-cut.

"Let's have a little game of Eat and Strip," she said. "For every piece of pie you eat, I take off a piece of clothing. But there is a time limit. I can't be expected to wait all evening to get some loving." She went to the pies and cut two pieces, one lemon meringue and one french silk, and put them on plates. "Ready darling," she said, shaking her breasts.

I was as excited as I can ever remember. Laura's added pounds were driving me wild. As quick as I could, I gulped down both pieces of pie. As I finished, Laura smiled, placed her hands on the outside of her panties, but then laughed and shuffled off her slippers.

"That was dirty," I said. Laura laughed and filled the plates once more. "Care to try again," she teased? "If I take anything else off, things may start to get exciting." I took huge bites of the pies and quickly finished. My stomach felt tight. I had never been this full. Laura smiled and took of her chimise.

"I believe you need to take off another item," I protested, while rubbing my stomach. I was amazed at how big it had become. "Oh, that's right," said Laura. She reached toward her head and took out the comb holding her long hair up. Her hair fell down past her shoulders and she shook it free, which caused the rest of her body to jiggle enticingly.

She looked down and examined herself. "Goodness, only my bra and panties left." She turned toward the counter and picked up the pie tins containing the remainder of the pie. With a challanging smile she walked up to me, and placed her body inches from mine. She tilted her head slightly to look at me. "Are you up to it," she teased?

I was out of my head. I grabbed the lemon meringue and started forking bites into my mouth. My stomach bulged further, but I didn't care. Five minutes later the pan was empty, and I grabbed the french silk. This one took longer, and Laura enjoyed herself as she smiled and watched. She put her hands around her back as if unsnapping her bra, but then hesitated. "Not yet", she smiled.

I continued to eat, closing my eyes to shut out how full my stomach felt, and also to stifle the excitement that was surging through my body. Finally, I finished, put the plate down loudly, and swallowed the last bite.

Laura smiled and walked over to me. She took her finger and traced the roundness of my overstuffed stomach. It was huge, and jutted out like a full half-moon. She laughed as she patted it. "Yes, fattening you up is really going to be hard, she said sarcastically, continuing to rub her creation. "I think your lustful desires may cause you to fatten up quickly; what do you think"?

I smiled and placed my hands on her wonderfully soft belly. She smiled and turned, presenting me with her bra clasp. "Would you like to do the honors there chubby," she asked?