Chapter 19

I crossed the kitchen, saying hello to everyone I passed, then walked up the stairs. I tried to think of what outfit Shannon would have ready for me, but all I found was a pair of black shorts. Made of Lycra. Typical Shannon, I knew she'd get a thrill from this. Muttering to myself good-naturedly, I disrobed and then pulled on the shorts. They stretched as I tugged them past my thighs, but getting them over my flabby rear was quite an effort. I grunted, wiggled, and pulled with all my might. Finally they slid up enough to cover me. Well, enough of me.

"Woohoo!" Julie yelled as I walked back into the kitchen.

The other women whistled and cheered appreciatively. I did my best not to turn bright red.

"Oh yeah, that's hot," Shannon observed. "Now you can eat!"

I took a seat at the table, and the women gathered around to arrange plates of food for me.

"Have some cinnamon rolls, hash browns, and fresh fruit," Julie urged.

"And you have to have these banana pancakes with some eggs," Cynthia added.

"How about french toast and bacon?" Brie asked shyly.

"Oh don't worry, he'll eat it all," Shannon giggled.

I just smiled and took a plate. Once it was clean another was set before me. The women and other men chatted gaily while I simply concentrated on enjoying each bite.

"You've done such a wonderful job with Tom," Brie told Shannon as she watched me eat. "Do you have any tips?"

Shannon grinned wickedly at me. "Men are pretty simple creatures," she responded. "Just tie eating to something he really, really enjoys. Make him earn it. Once I started rewarding Tom for really pushing himself, he started ballooning in no time."

"Oh yeah," Julie chimed in. "Also, incorporate food into Jeff's favorite activities."

Brie blushed and the other women laughed.

"Not just that," Julie winked. "For instance, Frank loves to spend a Saturday or Sunday watching football. Make lots of goodies and extra-fattening treats. Keep bringing them out and he'll eat without even thinking. Shakes are good, too. Get some weight gain powder and make Jeff a thick chocolate shake to go with his meals. I have a recipe that's both delicious and sure to pack on the pounds."

"Thanks guys," Brie replied. "Jeff will eat pretty well, but usually doesn't take more than seconds. I want to stuff him until his stomach sticks way out and he has to undo his pants."

"It's like I always say," Cynthia chimed in. "If he can move, then he's not really full. Just tell Jeff that as long as he can raise his fork to his mouth, he's not done eating."

"I can tell you guys are going to be a wonderful influence," Brie laughed. "Jeff will never know what hit him."

They all laughed some more. Shannon rested her hand on my bare shoulder and gave a squeeze. I knew she was in heaven.

About an hour later I had finished off all the breakfast food. My gut was significantly distended, forcing me to lean back in the chair.

"So do we *brrrpp* weigh me now?" I asked.

"No way," Shannon replied. "That was just the first course. This is an all-day event mister. Now you go into the living room to rest a bit."

I groaned and the women chuckled. Grunting a bit, I managed to get to my feet.

"See what I mean," Cynthia said. "If he can move, he's not full yet."

In the living room I got seated on the recliner. Three stools were arranged around it. Shannon sat on one and picked up a bottle of lotion. She squeezed some out onto my swollen middle and started rubbing it in. Julie stood behind the recliner, her strong hands massaging my neck and shoulders. Brie and Cynthia each sat at my side. They held bowls of snacks, and took turns feeding me handfuls. There were salted cashews, honey-roasted peanuts and chocolate-covered pretzels.

The men sat on the couch and put on a ball game. There were also an assortment of snacks for them, which they ate heartily. I allowed myself to be rubbed, fed and pampered. Occasionally a straw was put to my lips and I took a sip of a thick chocolate shake. It was undoubtedly laced heavily with a weight gain powder, but it still tasted delicious.

A few hours passed like that, and even though I was eating almost constantly I didn't feel uncomfortably bloated. Once Shannon announced that a late lunch was ready I moved the recliner back to an upright position and attempted to stand. The women watched and giggled as I realized my plight. Even though I didn't feel too stuffed, my gut was so heavy that rising in a normal fashion was impossible. I scooted to the edge of the seat, spreading my thighs and letting my swollen belly spill between them. I put my left hand on my lower back and pushed against the armrest with my right hand, groaning out loud as I slowly rose to my feet.

"Howya doing, big guy?" Julie asked.

I shifted my stance a little, leaning back to offset the weight of my sagging gut.

"I feel huge," I admitted. "I don't know how much I can eat for lunch."

"Don't worry hun," Shannon said. "It's just a light meal."

The other women laughed out loud, and as we entered the kitchen I realized why. Now the table contained chicken tenders, mozzarella sticks, cheese fries, mushroom poppers, mini burgers, and loaded nachos.

"See, just a couple appetizers," Cynthia snickered.

I sat down and started eating as Shannon handed me an ice-cold bottle of beer. The food was so packed with sodium that I found myself downing beers at a fairly rapid pace. My belly puffed out, protruding as I ate and drank and ate and drank and . . .

Shannon took a number of pictures as I ate, chatting with the women about the next set on our blog.

"Some of my favorites were when he tried on his old clothes," Brie remarked.

"Ah yes, that's certainly a popular one," Julie commented. "There's just something about seeing a guy sucking in his gut as much as he can but still not quite able to get those pants buttoned."

"I remember once we got Bill into this old dress shirt. Somehow he sucked in enough to get them all buttoned, but as soon as he exhaled all the buttons popped off and went flying around the room!"

As the women reminisced about past feedings and photo sets, I continued to eat. Of course, the other men were handed plates of food, but it was very clear that all the food on the table was for my belly alone. I'm no lightweight, especially at around 300 pounds, but I was still quite buzzed when the last morsel of food finally slid down my throat into my jam-packed stomach.

"Oof, done," I panted.