Chapter 2

Ten minutes after getting home I was stripped down to my boxers and sitting up in bed. Shannon had just handed me a glass of fizzy.

"Drink that down and you'll feel better in no time," she promised.

My distended stomach didn't like the thought of swallowing down anything, but I figured it was a little pain now for a lot of comfort later. I chugged it down and barely swallowed the last drop when a huge belch erupted from my mouth. I opened my mouth to excuse myself but an equally large belch followed.

"Feel better?" Shannon giggled.

I nodded, it did help a little. Shannon put my glass down on the nightstand then straddled my knees. She started rubbing my taut, aching belly, starting in small circles at the top. A few smaller belches followed, but soon the discomfort was dulled and I was growing sleepy. Also, for some reason, I was tenting my boxers quite noticeably. If I was perfectly honest, I would have to admit that there was something sensual in this act of excess, glutting myself and letting her rub me down. While I might have felt a little better, my poor stuffed belly still stuck out like half a bowling ball. It felt as heavy as one also.

"I never want to eat that much again," I moaned. Shannon 's hands briefly paused, then resumed rubbing. She had made her way lower on my stomach, now rubbing larger circles on the lower half of my abdomen.

"Never?" she inquired with a raised eyebrow.

"Look at me," I groused. "I feel so stuffed and bloated and I look like I swallowed a watermelon."

"Stop being such a baby, Your stomach is a little round, but that's all. Maybe if I fed you proper your stomach would be more used to eating so much."

"If you fed me like this all the time I'd be over 200 pounds," I retorted.

Shannon grabbed my hard-on through the thin fabric of the boxers. "One part of you doesn't seem to mind."

"Oh babe, I don't think I can do that-"

I broked off as she tightened her grip slightly. Maybe I could after all. With her help, and a couple of belches, I managed to slide off my boxers. Shannon stripped down in no time at all and then we were laying down on our sides, face to face. Her hand gripped my dick again, slowly sliding up and down.

"Get on top," she coaxed me.

I grunted as I shifted, getting onto my hands and knees. My heavy stomach seemed to hang down beneath me. As our bellies pressed together I belched again.

"I'm sorry," I blushed.

"It's fine," she reassured me. Gently guiding me into her waiting canal, I had to focus completely on not getting off too soon. It seemed that for some reason my skin was extra sensitive and hyper aware. As her slim hands cupped my butt cheeks I had to bite my lip to keep from losing it.

As we slowly rocked back and forth, finding our rhythm, she leaned forward slightly so her lips were at my ear.

"Never again?"

I was lost somewhere in space, barely cognizant of the question.

"Never eat like that again?"

It slowly dawned on me what she was talking about, but I couldn't think of a response.

"What a shame that would be. To never indulge. Never give your wife the satisfaction of seeing her man well-fed. Never being able to feed you until you have to lean back......undo your belt.......oh! oh!........undo your pants........oh!..........rub your belly!"

With the telling of that strange fantasy, she climaxed, her muscles clenching around my member. I came with a stifled cry, her legs tight around me until I had pumped out every last drop.

I rolled over, panting. I was still aware of my stuffed stomach, but now it glowed in warm satisfaction. I feel asleep to Shannon whispering . . .

"Never again?"