Chapter 3 - going home

She loved being spoiled, and I was going to spoil her rotten tonight, because as she finished off my meal and large soda, she uttered the words "I'm pretty full.." I closed my eyes and smiled "You won't be when you feast your eyes on our next destination," I teased as we pulled into the nearest Chick-fil-a. Her eyes widened on the neon sign of her favorite fast food joint. She loves their sandwiches and she is weak for fries. I pulled through the drive through once more, and ordered her one dainty chicken sandwich, but also three orders of large fries. She moaned the quietest bit at the thought of me enjoying seeing her like this, so helpless to the addiction to eating. Not wanting to stop, and fattening steadily. I looked over to see her top riding up on her belly, which looked pretty filled, but could down a few more stops. I wanted to spoil her until she slept tonight, meaning I was not going to stop. I pulled out of the Chick-Fil-A, watching her gorge herself on all the fries I bought her, box after box. She burped and sat in her seat silently, until she looked at me with urgency and stated, "Honey, you haven't eaten. I have literally eaten your meal twice. What in the world have I come to? Why didn't you stop me? I didn't need all that, I'm so selfish I-" I cut her off. "You, my love, are beautiful when you're full. You look so content and your belly is hot. You are so hot. I can wait if it means I get to spoil my baby with all the food she wants." She looked down at the seat and turned to face the window again, as she rubbed her stomach uncomfortably. I figured she had almost had enough so I went one step further. She was stuffed to the brim, so I let her stay in the car when I pulled up to the grocery store to pick up some things.

At home she walked straight into the bedroom and cuddled up in our blankets to settle her belly that was completely full. She turned on the TV, and started to nap. Meanwhile, I was in the kitchen cooking up her favorite foods and preparing her favorite snacks. When I was done preparing, and had the second pizza in the oven, I tiptoed back into our room so see my beautiful girl's eyes closed in slumber and her cute little tummy exposed from under her tank top. I crawled into bed directly beside her, and carefully laid my hand on her full little tummy to rub it and help her digest. She woke up a couple minutes later to me staring into her pretty eyes that made their way from mine to her stomach and my hand rubbing it gently to ease her tension. She sat up half way and faced away from me, taking my other hand to meet her side, and pushing my other hand to her other hip. I grabbed her soft love handles and she giggled. I rubbed my hands over her adorable little tummy and squished the new chubby arrangement around her lower belly. I picked her up and ran her to the mirror where we could see the new damage. I lifted her top half way, standing behind her, and revealed a fresh new fat little belly I had made that night. I liked in amazement at my beautiful woman, and ran my hands once more to meet her stomach, which was getting hungrier and emptier by the minute, this beginning to have a more doughy feel. I jiggled her new belly up and down slowly and watched her blush like crazy. I squished her love handles teasingly and then put her shirt back down and carried her to bed once more.