Chapter 7

The next day I awoke in a very pleasant way. Shannon's hand had wormed its way down the front of my boxers and she was gently fondling my my favorite parts. I groaned in satisfaction, very happy to realize that all of her bravado the previous evening was just empty blustering. I knew she wouldn't be able to hold out for long.

"Oh, is someone waking up?" Shannon cooed when she noticed me stirring.

I grinned and leaned in for a kiss, which she returned quite enthusiastically while her grip tightened slightly. Now this was more like it.

"Ready for breakfast?" she asked, pulling away.

"After," I smirked, leaning back in for another deep kiss.

This time I met nothing but empty air. My eyes opened to see Shannon standing by the side of the bed, her eyes lit up with mischievous delight.

"On no," she chuckled. "You have to 'earn it', remember?"

I was confused. Since when was I the one trying to earn it? And when did "it" change?

"C'mon down when you're ready," she told me, then giggled as she looked at my hard-on. "Maybe we can do something about that later. If you earn it."

I waited a few minutes after she walked out, hoping she'd return with a laugh and admit that it was all a big joke. However, it soon became apparent that this wasn't the case, so once "little Tom" calmed down a bit, I climbed out of bed, pulled on some pajama pants, and plodded downstairs.

The sight that greeted me was rather shocking. The kitchen table was covered with plates of pancakes, bacon, and sausage, while bowls held scrambled eggs and home fries. The sheer amount of food was staggering, and I again berated myself for getting into this position.

"Let's play a little game," she said, her mouth quirking at the corner. "If you finish two plates, I'll give you a nice tummy rub after. Three plates and you get a very special topless belly rub. Four plates gets you a hand job, while eating five plates means I'll take off every stitch of clothing, do a sexy dance for you, and then give you the best blow job of your life."

As she went through the list, her voice and eyes became smoky and sultry. My physical response was immediate and very strong. When I had planned this out, I envisioned myself as the person in control, having Shannon tempt me sexually in hopes of getting me to eat more. Now it seemed that she held the upper hand, and I found myself all too willing to gorge myself if it meant a special treat from my wife. I sat at the table and grabbed my plate.

"Oh no," Shannon scolded me, taking the plate from my hand. "I'll be the one filling up your plate for you. Don't want any cheating now, do we?"

My eyes widened as she stacked four pancakes on my plate, then heaped eggs and potatoes several inches high before topping it with six slices of bacon and four sausage links. After drowning it all in syrup she placed it in front of me with a wicked grin.

"Bon appetit," she smirked.

Like a man possessed I started shoveling food down into my empty stomach, my libido overwhelming my better sense. Shannon beamed as I gorged myself, finishing off the serving in record time. She loaded my plate again, and I wasted no time cramming it down. My stomach started sending me "full" signals after the second plate, but I did my best to block it out. The third mountain of breakfast goodies took longer than the first two combined. The pancakes sat heavily in my gut like a bowling ball, while all the grease from the bacon and sausage sloshed around uncomfortably. I'm sure my eyes were glazed over as she loaded up a fourth plateful. I took a sip of OJ and stifled a belch, then loosened the drawstring on my pajama pants.

My gut was packed tight, the undershirt giving up ground as my belly swelled outward from my gluttony. I knew I was pushing myself past my limits, but was still too horny to think straight. Puffing for breath, feeling warm and flushed, I started in on my fourth serving. Each bite was a challenge, my aching stomach stretching as I forced down each morsel. Despite my best effort, I barely made a dent before dropping my fork in defeat.

"Tch, only three plates," Shannon shook her head as if she was disappointed by my failure.

I slumped in the chair, lightly pressing against my taut and tender middle as I tried to bring up a belch. I needed some sort of relief from the pressure, each breath echoed the dull throbbing of my distended abdomen. Shannon grabbed my hands and tugged me to my feet, then helped me stagger out into the living room and collapse onto the couch. I felt a little better as I got stretched out, my head resting on a pillow. My shirt had given up completely, my bare gut was a true mountain of pale flesh.

"Ready for a special topless belly rub?" Shannon asked.

I nodded weakly, so swollen I could barely move. Humming lightly, Shannon shimmied side to side as her slim fingers worked their special magic down the front of her shirt. After each button was undone, she pulled it off in such a sexy way that I could barely stand it. I was rock hard again by the time she unclasped her bra and dropped it to the floor. Her perky breasts were perfect handfuls of soft, silky flesh. If I could have moved I would have cradled them as she knelt down next to me.

I moaned deeply as her fingers pressed against my taut, full middle. I burped a few times as her gentle massage slowly relieved the pressure of a very over-stuffed stomach. Several times she leaned forward, her hanging breasts gently trailing against my skin. My cock twitched each time, I was dangerously close to release.

"Feel better?" she asked eventually.

"Almost," I said, gently taking hand and moving it lower.

I nearly lost it completely as she gave me a quick squeeze, but to my dismay she then gathered her clothes and got to her feet.

Shannon winked at me. "Maybe if you eat well at lunch."

She giggled as she walked away, leaving me on the couch like a beached whale.