chapter 5

“You know Jack, I did make one too many of these pies for today, what do you say to helping a gal out and finishing it off for me? You wouldn’t want my pie to go to waste, would you?” she asked, batting her eyelashes at the clearly full man.

“I... I couldn’t” was all Jack could manage but Marie had already retreated to the kitchen to retrieve the rest of the pie and the whipped cream.

“Oh, Jacky boy” she cooed “You probably shouldn’t but there’s no couldn’t about it because you can and you will” she smiled devilishly before setting the pie tin on the table and put the fork back in Jack’s hand.

Jack’s hand moved in spite of itself, ignoring the more than full feeling emanating from his stomach, seduced by the deliciousness of the pie and Marie’s sex appeal.

Soon enough, Marie could take no more and started readying Jack’s next bite for him while he chewed, his face smeared with pie filling and whipped cream from Marie periodically filling his mouth with it as he focused on the pie.

“Come on big man, show me how much you want my pie” she would tell him whenever he seemed to slow down, he dutifully continued on with his massive task.



When finally, the last bite was consumed, his poor shirt could take no more and three buttons pinged off, finding a home somewhere far across the diner.

Jack let out a mighty moan as his stomach surged forward through his shirt, delighted Marie before he let out a monumental burp.

“Whew big fella! I’ll take that as compliments to the chef!”

Jack just nodded his head as Marie took the opportunity to caress his stomach as he sat full to the brim, his umber skin stretched tight over his protruding gut.

He looked at Marie with a glassy look in his eye as she ran her finger over his cheek, sampling the pie filling that adorned his face.

“Mm-mm good, I can see why you got so out of control there, Jack” she said as she once again retreated behind the counter.



Jack sat there completely sated for a while before finally turning his attention to his little wardrobe malfunction.

“My... my shirt” he sputtered to Marie

“Here, put this on” she said as she slung a large garment over to Jack.

Unfurling it, he found it to be a 4X t-shirt, advertising the diner that read “I got my FEED on at Franks!”

“Be a doll and see yourself out won’t you Jack? I’ve got a little something to take care of back here” called Marie as she once again scurried off to the kitchen. “Don’t worry about your bill and make sure you come back soon!”