Chapter 3

When I awoke, I found myself laying on my back in my deckchair next to the pool. I must have been asleep for quite some time because the sun was approaching the horizon. "Well, look who's awake," said Bob. "You've had a nice long nap. All that food made you sleep like a baby." I propped myself up on my elbows and blinked to wake up fully. My belly felt full, but not uncomfortable. I got to my feet and stretched. I noticed that my belly didn't stretch like the rest of my body, but remained stubbornly round and unmoving.

Jenny moved over and looked at my belly. "The other ladies and I calculated how many calories you put away before you took your nap. Conservatively, we figure at least 7000. Wonder where those will end up? She smiled and gave a poke to one of my emerging love handles.

Laura walked up and took my hand. "We should be going," she announced. "Thank you Wendy for a great party, and thank you ladies, for relieving my husband of his hunger." The ladies all giggled. "Look forward to seeing you again," said Bob. Wendy came forward and gave me a peck on the cheek. She stepped back and looked at my belly. "And look forward to seeing a lot more of you Mike."

As the laughter quieted down, Laura and I walked toward the side gate and out to the car. "I'd better drive," said Laura. "You're still a little sleepy." I nodded and got into the passenger side. I sat and felt my belly bulge outward. I gazed down at my shirt. My belly didn't compress at all, it just bulged out in the now common half moon shape. "Growing is right," I thought to myself.

Laura had been watching me. When I caught her gaze, she smiled, and we shared a moment where no words were necessary. We held each others eyes for about 5 seconds until Laura broke her stare.

"I'd better get you home," she said. "I think you deserve a reward for making my girlfriends so happy". I smiled and closed my eyes. I knew there was probably a pie in my immediate future, but there are worse things in the world.

The 2 weeks that followed are somewhat fuzzy in my memory. All I really recall is huge breakfasts, quick calorie-laden lunches, long naps, and massive dinners. Laura would always push the envelope in the evenings before bed. She had incorporated some salty snacks to be eaten between bites of the pies.

I played my part well, eating as much as possible without making myself ill. Oftentimes I would walk out to the kitchen for breakfast wearing a pair of my old pajamas. The button up top refused to close at the bottom, and the remaining buttons were so stretched that flesh peaked out at both sides of the button. The elastic in the waistband was continually stretched further and further. My appearance walking in and sitting down to breakfast never failed to elicit a smile from Laura.

On Friday of the second week, I came into the kitchen wearing my pajama top. If the buttons could have talked, they would have been screaming in agony with the strain of holding the fabric together. Laura looked at me in amazement. "How did you even get that shirt buttoned?" she asked, a huge smile on her face. "No problem at all," I answered. "They buttoned right up just like always."

Laura had unfortunately just taken a gulp of coffee as I answered her question. She just had time to face the sink before the coffee came gushing out of her mouth. The combination coughing fit and uncontrolled laughter lasted a good 2 minutes.

I waited patiently, an exasperated look on my face. "You don't believe me?" I asked as she finally got control of herself. This set her off again, and it took another 2 minutes before she could face me, tears of laughter cascading down her face.

"Sit down and eat, she said, wiping her face and giggling. I pulled out the chair and lowered myself to a sitting position. As my rear hit the seat, I felt my shirt release as the lower two buttons, at least the lowest two I could button, launched themselves toward the far wall.

As the buttons hit and rattled loudly on the floor, I looked up at my bride. Her face reflected a look of happiness and lust that I had seldom seen since our honeymoon. After taking a moment to regain her senses, she presented me with a plate piled high with Huevos Rancheros. She gave me a bawdy wink and started walking toward the door. "Finish up quickly and then meet me in the bedroom," she said in her sexiest voice.

Fifteen minutes later I walked into the bedroom. My pajama shirt had only the top button still engaged, my belly filled to the max and proudly jutting out without a sag or a wrinkle. Laura looked at me like she was starving and I was a banana split. Without warning, she pulled me down on the bed. She practically ripped my pajama bottoms off and rubbed my swollen belly and below.

A half hour later we lay together in the spooning position. She turned her body so that she faced me, smiled, and spoke. "I can not thank you enough for what you are doing. Every fantasy I have ever had you are bringing to life." I gently touched her face. "Your more than welcome," I answered. "But don't think that you're finished yet," she said, breaking the mood. "In fact, you've barely begun!"

I smiled up at her. "You still think you can fatten me up?" I asked. "You've done OK so far, but I think I've hit a set point and won't get any fatter. You'll just have to be satisfied with what you have."

A huge grin slowly spread across her face. "You just wait," she said, patting my belly. "I have plans for you."