Chapter 4

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The warm summer faded into the cooler fall. Gina made a couple more trips to have Michael's pants taken out as his gut inexorably surged outward. She especially liked the way he started to unconsciously rub and cradle his paunch, his hands seemingly exploring his new girth of their own accord.

Then Halloween finally rolled around, the day Gina had been looking forward to for quite some time. She had come up with what she thought a rather devious plan, and she couldn't wait to put it into action.

"Whoa, that's a lot of candy," Michael said as he came home on Halloween. "How many trick-or-treaters are you expecting?"

"Oh, only some of this is for the kids," Gina grinned. "Remember this?"

"Ah yes," Michael chuckled, looking at the costume held up by Gina. "The infamous Superman costume of 2003. Where did you find that thing?"

"Oh, it was in the closet," Gina replied with a mischievous smile. "Care to try it on?"

"Are you crazy?" he guffawed. "It was skin tight thirty-five pounds ago. I'd be bursting out of it now."

Gina's smile widened. "That's the idea, big boy."

"No, no way," Michael protested. "There is no way . . ."

Gina's grin didn't waver for a moment. "Why don't you go up to the bedroom. I'll be up in a couple minutes, see if I can change your mind."

Michael just shook his head and laughed. "Well, you can give it your best shot, but I'm not promising anything."

Ten minutes later Michael was on his back on the bed, naked and gasping for breath. Gina had his member firmly between her plump lips and was sucking away as if her life depended on it.

"Oh, oh gosh . . . oh please!" Michael cried, clawing at the bedsheets.

Gina's head popped up, her dark eyes twinkling. "So will you wear the costume?"

"Okay, fine, whatever you want!"

"Oh, and one more thing . . ."

"Yes, anything, please finish!"

Gina smirked with satisfaction, returning to where she left off. A few moments later Michael had came with toe-curling intensity, his rounded stomach rising and falling as tried to catch his breath.

"Oh . . . oh, wow. Okay, you always win. Now what was that other thing?"

Gina told him, laughing as his eyes widened in surprise.

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"I feel like an idiot," Michael complained.

"Stop being a baby," Gina chided him. "Besides, I think you look really hot. Got your bowl of candy ready?"

"Yes," Michael grumbled, regretting his rash promise earlier in the bedroom.

He stood there in his Superman costume, which was pretty much blue spandex with a red Speedo on the outside. The spandex had been form-fitting when he first wore it a number of years ago, now it stretched snugly around his rounded abdomen, even highlighting his soft pecs and plumper lower body. He felt tubby and pathetically out of shape. It didn't help that he had promised to do anything that Gina had wanted as she was pleasuring him. It turned that that what she had in mind was a little candy-eating game. Michael would eat one piece of candy for each piece that was given out to the trick-or-treaters. He knew he had a long night ahead of him.

"Oh, one more thing," Gina added as if an afterthought.

Michael watched as she drew out a small pair of scissors. She pulled his costume out away from his body a little, making a three inch incision right around his navel.

"What was that for?" Michael asked, looking at the small tear.

"Well, think of it as a way to measure your growth tonight. The more you eat, the more your costume will reveal your wonderful round belly. I want to see if we can have you popping out by the end of the night."

Then Gina got out her camera and pointed it at the scowling Michael. "Say cheese!"

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"Tw o peanut butter cups, three Kit Kats, and a Milky Way," Gina called out after closing the kitchen door behind another group of costumed kids.

Michael was lying on the couch in the living room, close enough to hear everything Gina said. He rummaged through his half-empty bowl of candy, searching for the right candy. He stifled a belch as he fished them out, already feeling a little queasy from all the chocolate and sugar. As he shifted slightly on the couch he heard a faint ripping sound, letting him know that the slit on his costume was growing longer.

"I really will be bursting out of this," he mumbled as he stuffed a peanut butter cup into his mouth.

Michael continued to cram the candy into his mouth every time Gina called out to him exactly how much she had given away. What she didn't tell him was that she often was giving a single trick-or-treater a few pieces of candy just to increase how much he'd have to eat. Michael helplessly watched his swollen stomach balloon as he pigged out on sweets.

Finally Gina closed the door behind the last group of kids and went into the living room to check on Michael. She found him asleep on the couch, chocolate smeared around his mouth and almost his entire spherical belly exposed. The short cut she had made on his costume now ran from just below his sternum all the way down to just above his groin. It was well over a foot wide in the middle, allowing his overstuffed gut to pop out.

"Oh my, this is too precious," Gina said to herself.

She reached down and tickled the sole of his foot. "Wakey, wakey."

Michael stirred and opened his eyes. "Mmf, stop tickling," he muttered.

"I just want to take a couple pictures, then you can waddle off to bed," Gina told him.

With her help, Michael managed to stagger to his feet. Still groggy, he stood there obediently as Gina snapped a few photos, one hand supporting his lower back.

Gina sniggered.

"What's so funny?" Michael asked grumpily.

"You look like a pregnant superhero!" she laughed. "I guess they don't make maternity outfits for Superman, huh?"

Michael just grumbed to himself as he walked off to bed. Gina admired his enlarged rump moved as he walked, he was definitely starting to develop a bit of wobble.