Chapter 20

"See, that wasn't bad," Shannon said. "I knew you could do it. Why don't you go back to your recliner and take a nap. We're gonna make a real lunch for the other guys, then start working on your dinner. I'll wake you up in a few hours."

I grunted my agreement with the plan and staggered off to the living room. It didn't take long before I was passed out in the chair.

"Wakey wakey," a soft voice cooed, seemingly only moments after I closed my eyes.

I awoke and peered around blearily. Shannon stood there with a wide grin. The other guys were sitting on the couch with their belts unbuckled, rubbing noticeably puffier midsections. I could smell a variety of pleasant scents wafting from the kitchen. I glanced at the clock, almost three hours had passed.

"Ready for the last meal of the day?" Shannon asked. "You've been such a good eater so far."

"Ok, let's do this," I sighed.

As I heaved myself up, I became conscious of my increased girth. It felt as though I had added quite a bit of weight over the course of the day, as if all the food I ate had quickly converted into pounds and pounds of fat. My love handles swelled out in a thick ring of fat, my gut surged out so far in front that it began to droop slightly. Even my plump thighs seemed to rub together more than usual as I walked back into the kitchen.

For dinner I faced a slab of steak roughly the size of a dinner plate and about two inches thick. For sides I had a mound of mashed potatoes the size of my head, a salad drenched with dressing and several hot, crusty rolls. I eased myself into my seat and rubbed my swollen belly.

"This is it," Shannon said. "Just one measly little steak and a couple tiny sides."

"More like half a cow and most of Idaho's annual output," I grumbled.

"Oh c'mon, it's just a snack to a big guy like you," Cynthia teased.

It was delicious, I'll give them that. My heavily engorged gut pressed down on my lap as I kept packing in more and more food, my legs becoming numb. The ladies urged, cajoled, and once or twice even picked up the fork and fed me a bite. Slowly the food disappeared, my lungs compressed as my stomach expanded, my arms growing so heavy that lifting a fork became quite a chore.

Then one small piece of steak remained. I grunted as I stabbed it, gasping for breath as I lifted it to my mouth. A few chews later it slid down my throat, joining all the rest in my incredibly distended middle.

"Good boy," Shannon cooed, leaning over and kissing me on the cheek. "Ready to be weighed?"

I wasn't ready, I couldn't even imagine getting up under my own power. Cynthia called for the other guys to come in, and it took all three of them to get me on my feet. My legs wobbled as I lumbered over to the scale on the floor.

"307!" Shannon crowed.

The others cheered, celebrating our accomplishment. Shannon got out her camera and started snapping pictures of me as I stood there huffing and puffing. Julie and Cynthia wrapped a 60" tape measure around my middle, the two ends unable to meet around my circumference. Shannon chortled in delight.

After a few more minutes of this, they finally let me sit back down. The other three couples got ready to the leave, the women each made sure to give me a hug goodbye, each of them gently patting and rubbing my protruding paunch. Shannon led them all out the front door, returning after a moment and favoring me with a truly wicked grin.

"So . . . three hundred pounds," she mused, her eyes gleaming. "How does it feel?"

"Ooh, woof *brrrrp* unngghh," I groaned.

"Ah, just like I imagined," she giggled. "Now, are you ready to go upstairs for a truly special reward?"

"I don't *hic* think I can move," I gasped.

"On no?" she asked.

Keeping her eyes locked on mine, she slowly unbuttoned her blouse and dropped it to the floor. Her pants joined the blouse, followed by her bra and panties. Stark naked, she stood there with a smile.

"Can you move now?" she asked, cupping her full breasts.

It was like a perfect storm, and suddenly I reached a state of arousal that I didn't know was possible. It took a superhuman effort, but I was on my feet and following her to the bedroom in mere seconds. I leaned back as I waddled along, my gut bouncing with each step.

Once in the bedroom I wasted no time climbing into bed. I had to lay on my side, my overstuffed stomach pressed against my lungs too much for me to lay on my back.

"Oh, one last thing," Shannon said, darting out of the room.

She reappeared moments later holding the camera.

"Now get on your hands and knees," she commanded.

I groaned, but complied. Maneuvering my bulk into position was no easy task, but -

Hold on a second, what was this? I was up on my hands and knees, my back bowed from the weight of my hanging belly, but I still felt fabric brushing the front of my abdomen. Was my belly so big now that it actually touched the bed?

I turned toward Shannon, my mouth agape and eyes wide. The flash on the camera went off.

"Perfect," she grinned.