chapter 5

He was up on time the next morning with only a small hangover. He allowed Catherine to sleep on a bit longer while he got ready for work.
He still felt full from last night's meal. He felt marginally better after his abolutions, but his belly was not flat by any means.
He thought it was probably best to eat something before he left the house as it might settle his stomach. He did not usually bother with breakfast, but a couple of slices of toast would be enough, he was sure.

Later that morning, he was on his way to speak to someone in another office when Emma, one of the secretaries called him over. She had been baking for Sue's birthday. She'd made a lovely chocolate cake. Would he like a slice?
He did not want to offend of disappoint anyone. It was a birthday cake. He took a medium sliced slice on a paper plate as it was offered to him. He took a small bite. 'Mmmm yes delicious!' He told Emma. 'Happy birthday Sue!' He shouted across the room with his mouth full.
Half an hour later, Ian was returning to his own office when he noticed Emma had left her station. She was off at the other side of the room, doing some photocopying. There was still some cake left. Surely she would not mind if he took another slice. He cut himself a larger chunk this time and sneaked off with it into his room unseen. The sponge was so chocolatey in flavour, the icing was so sweet with buttery chocolate goodness! Within a minute, it was gone!

The golf club had a hotel attached to it and that was where the party was being held that night. Catherine was his 'plus one'. She was still feeling 'delicate' from last night, but Ian considered he had fully recovered.
It was another three course, silver service, but mass produced Christmas dinner.
Yet again, Ian finished everything that was given to him, including half of Catherine's meal because she 'was not up to it' and an extra portion of apple pie and ice cream because Benny had left early and not cancelled his dessert.
He ate three mince pies that were served with the coffee.
Catherine started to feel better as the night drew on and she hit the dance floor to 'get down and groove'.
Ian sat, watched and drank cocktails from the bar.
Yet again, his stomach felt heavy, hard and tight. He loosened his belt to make more room. It did not seem to make much difference because his trousers were so tight.
Something else was going on down there in his trousers. It seems it was not only his stomach that was round and hard. His penis was too!
He tried to work out what had turned him on so much. It was usually Catherine's breasts or her cleavage, but both were very well covered up this evening.
He paid a visit to the toilet to try and relieve himself. Alone, locked in the cubicle, he could not resist giving his bloated belly a rub. Oh! It sent spine tingling shockwaves through his body! He rubbed some more, his penis jumped to attention once again. Oh! He had never felt like this before! He rubbed both sensitive areas until he came to a climax. He leaned back on the toilet cistern feeling flushed and slightly breathless. He had drank too much. It was probably time to go home.

The next morning, Catherine was up before he was. She made them a big cooked breakfast to 'soak up the alcohol' that was still in their systems.
Ian did not hesitate to tuck in. He was only slightly hungover this morning, but he was VERY hungry.
Ahh yes! That felt better! He thought as he felt the now familiar tightness around his waistband. Feeling full was becoming his default condition... and he didn't dislike it.