Chapter 17

"Have you tried my casserole?" Naomi asked.

"How about my fritters?" Beth added.

I told them both that I had, but each still piled more onto my plate. I loosened my belt in self-defense, feeling my stomach start to stretch as I continued to eat.

"Have some more ham, and finish up these green beans," Grace urged.

"I know you want more potatoes," Naomi told me.

"Just a few fritters left, you can take care of these, right?" Beth asked.

Shannon grinned at me in wicked delight as more and more food was put in front of me. My mouth seemed perpetually full. I unbuckled my belt, and even had to unbutton what had been my loosest slacks. My eating slowed, but her sisters didn't. More and more they cajoled me, coaxed me, urged me to eat. More and more I found myself stifling belches, leaning back, groaning softly, as my gut ballooned. I was full, stuffed, bloated, engorged, tumescent and bulbous. The buttons on my shirt started to gape, the zipper on my pants gave up ground as my middle expanded.

"Good job!" Naomi congratulated me.

"You really are a good eater," Beth observed, patting my stomach.

I sat back in my chair, my plate finally empty and not being refilled. Grace was already on her feet, Charles helping her clean up the table. Beth and Naomi told Shannon how lucky she was to have a husband who enjoyed his food so much. She just looked at me, eyes gleaming and cheeks dimpling.

"Yes, Tom likes to eat. Isn't that right, honey?"

I put a fist to my mouth, trying unsuccessfully to stop a long, rumbling belch. The three women tittered.

"Who's ready for dessert?" Grace called from the kitchen.

She and Charles walked back to the living room, bringing with them a chocolate cake, blueberry cobbler, and banana cream pie.

"Weren't sure what you like best Tom, so I figured I'd make a few different things and you could just try some of each."

I watched in a daze as three obscenely large pieces of dessert were place in front of me. Shannon chuckled richly and both her sisters patted my shoulder in encouragement. I clumsily picked up my fork, slowly transferring each bite from the plate to my mouth. My arm moved slowly, as if reluctant to add to my stomach's discomfort. With my pants undone and my overtaxed shirt slowly sliding upward, I could feel that my lower gut was hanging out in the open. Fortunately that evidence of my piggishness was hidden by the table, but I didn't know how I could hide it when I finally stood.

Ugh. My body rebelled at the thought of standing. I was ready to hibernate, barely able to keep my eyes open as I worked on finishing off my triple portion of dessert. I sighed in relief as the last bite slid down and not a single button popped off. Heck, I was frankly a little surprised that I didn't pop.

"Have you had enough?" Grace asked. "Can I get you seconds of anything."

"Oh *hic* no," I gasped. "Really, I'm *brrp* stuffed."

"You sure hun?" Shannon teased. "There's plenty left."

I would have glared at her if I had the energy. Somehow I managed to convince them all that I couldn't manage another bite. Shannon's father went into the other room to watch the news while Beth and Naomi helped Grace clean up. After a few minutes only Shannon and I remained at the table.

"Want to watch TV with dad?" she asked.

"I think I just want to lay down," I grunted.

"Ok, let's get you upstairs to the guest bedroom. I'll tell them all you had a long week and need a little nap."

I huffed and puffed as I scooted my chair back and slowly rose to my feet. Shannon's sudden giggle reminded me that my belly was peeking out from the bottom of my straining shirt. I couldn't fix it now so I just followed her upstairs to the guest bedroom, thankful that no one else saw me. With a groan I climbed onto the bed, sprawling out on my back.

"Boy, those buttons look ready to burst right off," Shannon observed.

She gently undid the lower buttons, revealing my protruding middle. Despite my best intentions, I had indeed ended the evening beached like an overfed whale. Shannon ran her fingers over the taut expanse of my swollen midsection, then slowly trailed her fingernails down in a straight line from my navel to the waistband of my boxers. Then her hand moved lower, caressing and fondling me through the thin fabric.

"You did such a good job tonight, I think you deserve an extra special reward when we get home," she cooed.

I sighed happily, extra special from Shannon was quite a wonderful experience.

"Do we, ahh, have to wait until, oooh, we get home?" I asked breathlessly.

She smiled in a wonderfully wicked fashion. "Oh yes. I'm pretty sure you'll be expressing your appreciation quite, um, vociferously. We don't want other people to hear, right?"

She winked at me and left the room. I was almost too excited now to sleep, but I dozed off after a few moments. A little while later Shannon was waking me up and helping me adjust my clothes. I managed to be more or less presentable as we went back downstairs. We thanked them all for a wonderful meal and made our way home.

An hour later Shannon was giving me her extra special reward and I was doing my best to wake the neighbors.