Chapter 2

That morning, Tom came downstairs to the kitchen and sat down at the table, awaiting the amazing breakfast that Alyssa akaways prepared for him.

"Good morning Alyssa," Tom beamed at the busy maid, her backside to him as she hustled and bustled about the kitchen.



"Good morning sir," Alyssa called merrily over her shoulder. She was frying bacon and sausages, stopping to flip over pancakes and scrambled eggs.

As he eyed the massive buffet before him, which could feed six, he began to dig in, just a couple pancakes with a few strips of bacon and sausage. It was all delicious but he could barely finish a third of what he had. Catching Alyssa's hungry expression, he asked "Would you care to join me for breakfast? You look half starved."



Blushing furiously, she replies "Well... I just seem so hungry this morning. I had my normal bowl of cereal and a couple waffles but it felt like I hadn't eaten at all. Before I knew it, the entire box was empty."

"Well then, have a seat," he gestures to a chair derectly across from him.

Shaking her head, courtesy overriding desire. "No no, I couldn't. It's not proper."

Grinning genially he replies "But Alyssa, someone has to eat all this. We can't let all this food go to waste."

Seeing his point, she daintily sits down and at the same moment, her stomach rumbles audibly. With slightly red-tinged cheeks, she carefully cuts a pancake loaded with maple syrup and chocolate chips. As she takes a bite, she lets out a deep moan of pleasure. She then becomes ravenous, slicing and dicing her food in a frenzy, cramming bite after bite into her mouth with almost no restraint. Sticky syrup and crumbs found their way into her deep cleavage. As the last greasey bite entered her syrup coated lips, she leans back. Her blated stomach noticeable in her maid's uniform.

Repressing a belch, Alyssa mumbles "I'm sorry you had to see me like that Tom. I don't know what came over me."

Chuckling good-naturedly, Tom said "It's not trouble at all Alyssa. You were hungry and you deserve a good breakfast." Getting to his feet, he reminds her "I'll be gone for most of today. I have to play golf with the the CEO Mr. Hall. I need to persuade him to give more money to my department. I should be back around seven 'o clock."

Around four-thirty, Tom pulls into the driveway and enters his living room and is met with a new sight. Lying fast asleep, was Alyssa. Her duster lay abondoned on the mantel and around her feet were two empty pizza boxes. A third, partially eaten pizza lay on the couch beside her. Her face was smeared with sauce, a string of cheese plastered to the side of her face and a single slice of pepperoni lay on top of her right breast. Her already large breasts were showing a bit more than usual. Her belly was taut as a drum, stuffed to almost full capacity. She had the look of a woman several months pregnant, stretching her already tight uniform further.

Gently shaking her shoulder, he awoke Alyssa from her nap. Startled awake, she looks around the room confusedly and mumbles "Hullo Tom, how was golf?" Spotting the time on the clock she looks back, "How come you're back so early?" she yawns, unconsciously rubbing her belly.

Fighting the urge to stare, he brings himself to look into her face. "Oh it went well. Mr. Hall is a notoriously bad golfer and his bad temper got us kicked off the course. Again." He rolled his eyes at the memory.

Smirking, Alyssa adds, "Hey, you got to admire the man's perseverence." Her lovely blue eyes twinkled as they both laugh. After their laughter dies, Tom surveys the carnage of Alyssa's afternoon binge. "Well Alyssa, I see you've been rather busy." You smile at her.

Her eyes wander to the pizza boxes scattered around her and her eyes widen as she counts them."Yeah after you left, I started cleaning and I got so hungry again. I ate a bolw of ice cream and I began craving pizza as I watched TV and saw Dominos commercial. So I ordered a couple pies," she giggled self-consciously.

"That's ok," Tom said seriously. "You can relax every once in a while. You should go finish your nap. But" he adds grinning, "You should go clean yourself off."

As Alyssa hobbles up to the staircase clutching her swollen belly, Tom grins to himself. Everything was going according to plan.....