chapter 5

It was a sunny Sunday morning when Paul woke up. He had a slight headache and he needed a bathroom. Tammy wasn't in the bed with him. He went to the bathroom and after a minute on the pot he was glad he had turned on the little exhaust fan. He felt ten pounds lighter after that. He came out, pulled on his jeans and shirt from the night before and padded out to the kitchen. Where he smelled the smells of breakfast.

Tammy was at the stove wearing a short robe, her chubby legs sticking out the bottom. Although robes are supposed to be one size fits all, in Tammy's case the robe had a long way to go around her middle. She had it tied, but the ends barely met, which meant that she was showing a lot of cleavage and a sliver of belly. Paul was reminded of just what a sexy fat girl she was. She saw him walk in, smiled and leaned over for a kiss. "Did you sleep well, sweetie? I figured you needed it."

"I slept like a hibernating bear," Paul answered. "and as much as I ate, I probably looked like one. Speaking of eating," Paul looked over the array of food on the stove and countertop, "it looks like you're picking up this morning where you left off last night." There was a plate piled with bacon, another plate pile with pancakes, and Tammy was just finishing the scrambled eggs. Butter and syrup were already on the table.

"Well of course, sweetie," Tammy purred, patting Paul's tummy. "We've got a contest to win."

"I guess you're serious about it, huh?"

"Hell yes, I'm serious about it!" Tammy was animated now. "Did you hear Christy talking her crap last night? How we didn't stand a chance? Well she's going to eat her words, come Independence Day! You're going to support me on this, aren't you, sweetie?" She gave him a doe-eyed look that he couldn't resist.

"Sure I am, babe," Paul answered. "Why not? So I eat good for a few weeks, put on a few pounds and we win the contest. You said you wanted to fatten me up anyway, right?"

"That's right, sweetie," Tammy said, patting his belly. "You're going to look so good with a nice round tummy." As Tammy put everything on the table, Paul wondered just how much weight she was planning to pack on him. He stopped worrying about it. It was only a little over a month, so it couldn't be too much. Tammy fixed him a plate, filling it with bacon, eggs and three big pancakes. She put it in front of him and passed him the butter and the syrup. Paul didn't know if he could eat that much after last night, but for Tammy he was going to try. He surprised himself by finishing everything on his plate. Maybe the gorging of the night before had stretched his stomach a little. He leaned back and was about to tell Tammy how good everything had been when she picked up his plate and put three more pancakes and the rest of the bacon and eggs on it.

"Wow, babe. I don't know..." his voice trailed off.

"I'll help you, sweetie." Tammy moved her chair over to his and rubbed his belly. "Oh, there's plenty of room in there for more." She continued to rub his belly as he ate the eggs and bacon. He smothered the pancakes in butter and syrup and started on them, but by then he was feeling stuffed. Tammy kept rubbing, but like the night before she was rubbing lower and lower. "Let's make sure you're comfortable, sweetie," and she undid his jeans and pulled down the zipper. "There, that's better." Paul ate another bite and started to say that he was giving up when he realized that Tammy now had her hand on his member, and was working it to an erection.

"You can eat some more, can't you, sweetie?" she said in a deep, soft voice. "This feels good, doesn't it, babe?" With the sensations from his crotch taking his mind off the pain in his belly, Paul was able to eat a few more bites. "You're almost there, sweetie. In more ways than one," she said with a mischievous grin. "You finish your pancakes, and I'll finish you." With renewed effort, Paul ate some more pancake as Tammy stroked him, a little faster now. "Just a few more bites, sweetie..." Paul ate another bite, and another. One more to go. He could hardly think. The tightness of his belly and the excitement as she stroked him was a sensory overload. He stuffed the last of the pancake into his mouth as Tammy stroked him faster, and faster, and off he went. He collapsed in his chair, spent in every way.

Tammy licked his cum off her hands, then took a napkin and wiped him off. "Felt good, didn't it Paul?"

"Like nothing I've ever felt before," he said, contentedly. Tammy helped him out of the chair and onto the sofa.

"You relax while I take care of the dishes. Maybe you'll take a nap." As full as he was, Paul wouldn't be surprised if indeed he did take a nap. Tammy went back in the kitchen and loaded the dishwasher. When she came back, Paul was asleep. She looked at him affectionately, thinking about good he was going to look with a nice, fat belly. She took a shower and dressed. He was still asleep, so she left him a note that she was going to the grocery store, be back soon.