Chapter 8 - eight

"Honey....J...." Luc whispered, gently nudging his slumbering wife.

"Mhmmm....what...." Jess groaned, still deep in sleep.

"It's time to go home, J" Luc replied, still whispering.

"Hu-what!" Jess cried, awkwardly sliding out of bed. "Oh god, what time is it!"

Luc shushed Jess and continued, "It's around 4 but the parties over, time to go home."

Jess looked around the cabin and was mortified. The dishes from last night's feast covered nearly every inch of the floor, barely leaving any room to stand. Carmen was slumped over, her body and robe stained with various debris. "Did I really eat all of that? How am I still alive?"

"Here grab this." Luc interrupted, throwing Jess a large towel.

"Why?"

"Becaus e of that," Luc replied, pointing towards Jess's middle.

Jess looked down and struggled to suppress a yelp. She had busted her swimsuit! The top had managed to stay on, but her bulbous belly had shredded the bottom leaving her mostly exposed.

"I...I think I flashed your boss's wife..." Jess stuttered.

"Yeah, I think you did." Luc laughed.

Jess secured the towel around her waist, protecting her modesty, and the two made their way home. Jess was relieved to see other stragglers drunkenly sleeping on deck, although none of them seemed to have split their swimsuits through sheer gluttony. "No, that's my cross to carry."

The couple even waved goodbye to Andreas, energetic as always, as they left. They made their way to their car and made the long drive home. Jess did her best to hold a conversation with her husband, but it didn't take long for fatigue to set it. Leaving Luc to carry his food laden wife up to their apartment. Upon entering their bedroom Jess began to stir.

"Sorry Luc, just give me a minute." Jess panted, as she clumsily tried to remove her torn swimsuit.

"Let me help you with that," Luc replied, reaching to help.

"NO!" Jess grunted, pulling away from him. "Just let me..."

Jess drunkenly fumbled with her now two-piece swimsuit until Luc intervened. Luc cut the remaining fabric and placed the suit in the trash, allowing Jess to finally relax.

"I'm sorry I made such a mess," Jess mumbled, making no effort to hide her embarrassment. "That suit cost, like $250..."

"Who cares?" Luc shrugged, taking off his own swimsuit.

"I care!" Jess replied. "I think it's a really big deal that I ate myself out of a swimsuit!"

"Really, cause I don't." A now naked Luc replied, snuggling closer to his worried wife.

"Seriously?"

"Seriously."

"Becaus e I'm probably fifty pounds heavier than you, Luc."

"How much do you weigh?"

"230 something..." a blushing Jess replied.

"Well, then you're only forty pounds heavier than me."

"You say that as if it matters!" A now exasperated Jess cried, throwing her hands up in frustration.

"I think you're beautiful," Luc replied, kissing his wife's soft neck.

"Seriously Luc, don't call me beautiful. I know what I look like."

"Don't say that," Luc replied, whispered into her ear. "Don't put yourself down like that."

"Luc, you don't have to pretend to be into this all right? I'll lose the weight." Jess sighed.

"Jess, I'm from Miami," Luc replied, firmly planting his hand on his wife's gut. "A little bit of cushion never scared me."

"Y-you sure?" Jess stuttered, flustered by Luc's strong grip.

"Absolutely," Luc growled.

Before Jess could respond Luc pushed his wife onto her side, taking care not to upset her overstuffed belly. Luc grabbed her right leg and dragged it over his hip. He then, carefully, angled his erect member up and into his wife. His girth parted her lips and drew a gasp, then a shudder.

"Ah!" Jess panted, her walls beginning to spasm.

Luc, an expert of Jess's body, began to proceed slowly. Teasing her outer layers, waiting for her body to adjust to his thickness. As her walls loosened, and the juices began to flow, Luc increased the tempo. He used his left hand to stabilize, leaving his right free to explore. His hand began at Jess's breast, caressing and tweaking her nipples. But slowly it began to move downward, up and over the curve of her bloated belly and down the expanse of her legs. Luc had to admit, making love to his wife's new body was different. In the past she was lively, constantly contorting and moving to the rhythm. But the new overly indulged version laid still, simply waiting for whatever he could provide.

"She's really gotten big..." Luc thought, hypnotized by his wife's jiggling flesh. "I've really spoiled her this year..."

"M-m-more...." Jess grunted, drool starting to pool. "N-now..."

Luc, always eager to please, obeyed. He pressed deeper, plunging all he had to offer into her. Each stroke sent a wave through Jess. Her mind, already hazy from alcohol, could barely process the experience. The sex, the booze, the food it was all too much for her to handle. All cognitive ability was lost and all that remained were the basest senses. Luc only managed to last for ten minutes, but for Jess, it felt like hours. As Luc withdrew, Jess appeared near catatonic.

"Can I get you anything?" Luc asked, holding his wife.

"Some water would be nice..." Jess panted, still drunk on pleasure.

"All right, be back in a minute," Luc replied, kissing her forehead.

"He's so good to me." Jess thought, rubbing her belly.

As Luc was in the kitchen Jess began to reflect on the evening. Despite her embarrassments, it was a wonderful night. Letting go and indulging all her desires, gorging on food and sex was incredible. Jess had never felt so aroused, so womanly, so spoiled, so peaceful. "Today was perfect..."

Her groaning belly broke Jess from her thoughts. Whether her belly growled from indigestion or hunger was a mystery, but Jess didn't care to learn the truth. She knew what she wanted, and Jess wasn't in the business of telling herself no.

"Luc?" Jess called. "Are there any truffles left in the kitchen? There should be some in the refrigerator..."

"Yeah! A couple." Luc replied. "How many do you want?"

"All of them."