Chapter 2

Marge did discreetly mention to Heather, that I thought she was cute. But we both were quite busy and never had a chance to hook up.

I arrived and the holiday party alone, as usual, again. But I did not really mind, I was hoping to see Heather there, I did see her, but I was always tied up talking with my co-workers, or my boss and his wife.

It was getting late and I was getting ready to head home. When one of the waitresses came up to me, “Excuse me sir, are you, by chance, Matt from marketing?”

A bit startled, I replied, “Yes I am, may I help you?” “Yes, there is a young woman from you company, who has, to say the least, has over indulged, she asked if you could help her to her car or even take her home.” She answered.

I sighed, thinking, “It was our little bimbo receptionist, got drunk, great!” “Yes I can help her.” I said. “Where is she?”

“This way sir.” She led me back toward the buffet to a table in the corner. “Miss, your friend is here to help you.” The waitress turned and left. I looked expecting to see our receptionist. I was startled to see Heather, sloughed back in a chair, her dress riding up on an awesome, bloated belly!

“Heather, are you okay?” I stammered, not being able to take my eyes off her ballooning abdomen. “Burp, excuse me, Oh thank you Matt, thank goodness you are still here. I am so sorry, burp, excuse me again, Oh dear I have really had way, way, too much to eat tonight! I feel like I am going to burst I am so stuffed!”

I sat down next to her. “Heather it is okay, I will take you home if you want, don’t worry, I won’t leave here with out you!” I assured her.

Heather started to tear up. “Oh thank you Matt. I don’t know what came over me. I have been a bit down lately breaking up with Allen and I gained so much weight at my Mom’s house over Thanksgiving, I I just lost control tonight and binged.”

“Hey Heather it’s okay, you don’t have to explain anything to me. Can I help you up?”

“Oh yes Matt, I really need to use the bathroom right now!” I helped get to her feet. She was a little wobbly and very bloated. Her dress rode up on her distended belly showing off her panties, I loved it! She blushed, as she smoothed her dress down over her belly.

I helped her to the rest room and waited. She came out in just a few minutes. She looked even more bloated and I could barely keep myself from staring at her glorious belly. She giggled noticing my rapt attention to her “condition”.

“I took off my panty hose, the waist band was cutting into my tummy, making me really uncomfortable!” She giggled.

I blushed this time. “Sorry Heather I did not mean to stare at you. Are you ready, I would be happy to drive you home.” I said.

“Oh thanks Matt I would really appreciate it. I don’t think I can get in my car right now!” she replied.

As we walked out of the restaurant Heather took my hand. She was tearing up again, “Matt thank you so much for helping me, I am so embarrassed at how much I ate tonight! I am going to get so fat, if I don’t start cutting back!”

“Heather, don’t cry. You really look great tonight, I think you are really hot!” I blushed as I said it to her. The last thing I wanted her to do was to stop eating!