Chapter 2
~*~*~*~*~*~*~Michael shifted in his seat, his full stomach feeling pinched by his waistband. Gina had prepared a pot roast for dinner, and true to his word Michael was matching her bite for bite. It wasn't an easy transition for him. While he had always admired Gina's appetite for food (and for life in general), he hadn't realized exactly how much she could pack away.
Michael scraped up the last bit of potatoes on his plate, relieved to finally be done eating. Then he groaned out loud as Gina helped herself to another serving.
Gina giggled. "What's the matter, can't keep up?"
Michael reluctantly piled another helping onto his plate. Gina thoroughly enjoyed the sight of him struggling to finish it all, puffing for breath by the end of it. After dinner they retired to the living room to watch some TV. Gina noticed that Michael still looked uncomfortable, his bloated stomach bulging over his straining waistband.
"Here, let me help you," Gina said, leaning over and unfastening his jeans. "You'll learn that it's easier to digest a big meal if you give yourself some breathing room. Don't worry, I'm a pro. We'll take it slow for the first month or two, just working on increasing your capacity. Then we'll really start packing you full."
Michael groaned again, thinking about what was in store for him.
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Over the next couple months Michael became accustomed to the larger meals and frequent snacks. Gina was also quite skilled at keeping him in a state of arousal to persuade him to eat just a little more even after he was achingly full. Michael noted with dismay that his body was quickly going to pot. It seemed that in no time at all his muscular form was coated with a layer of softness, his flat stomach rounding out like a slowly filling balloon.
Gina enjoyed taking him shopping for new clothes, making sure that what he bought had "room to grow". His new jeans and khakis required a belt to keep them up, but he knew he'd probably outgrow them eventually. At work he generally had to wear slacks and button-down shirts. By buying clothes a couple sizes too large, he could disguise the extent of his gain for the most part.
But it couldn't last forever. Even his larger pants soon began to grow snug around his inexorably expanding waistline, the buttons on his shirt starting to strain as his belly swelled out like an inflating basketball. Try as he might, Michael couldn't keep his new pounds a complete secret.
"Whoa buddy, I think you're supposed to stop putting on that holiday weight after New Year," remarked his co-worker Tom. "I mean, it's almost May now. Might want to shed some of that gut for swimsuit season."
Michael tried in vain to suck in his protruding midsection, flushing slightly at the comment. He muttered something about not running in a while and scurried off to his desk.
"Is, um, Gina pregnant?" Lori asked later that day.
"No, why?" Michael replied.
"Well, it's just that . . . y'know, some guys put on some weight when their wife is pregnant. I just noticed . . . "
"You're porking up a bit," chimed in Brenda. "You were always such a skinny little thing and now you're sporting a belly. No offense, of course."
Michael could feel his face turn red as his co-workers openly appraised his new shape. "I supposed I have put on a few," he admitted, patting his thick middle.
"More than a few," Brenda remarked with her usual lack of tact. "When I saw you leaning over earlier to grab that toner cartridge I was afraid you might split your pants in two! If you don't watch out that gut might get so big that you won't be able to reach your keyboard."
Again, Michael muttered something in defense and sought refuge in his cubicle. He knew that he had better get used to those kinds of comments, since Gina would certainly ensure that he grew bigger and bigger in the coming months.
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