chapter 3

Month 2

The rest of the first month flew by, and my eating did not slow down. It actually was increasing as well as my stomach capacity, due to all the food Bonnie and I had been eating. Bonnie would never miss an opportunity to feed me when she saw a chance to do so. Always pushing me on by saying things such as, "Ok Mike, don't tell me you are full? I think there is some room left in there" while giving me a poke in the stomach. Another line was, "You can do it Mike. I don't recall you giving up so easily!" and that would cause me to keep going. The mind games she played always seemed to work and get me to eat a bit extra. The stomach rubs had continued and happened more frequently, and Bonnie was really enjoying my growth. She had also started to eat more and grow as well, but it seemed I was ahead of her. There were days at work that if lunch or breakfast was brought it, I would find myself going back to take seconds or thirds of what was left over in the break room. Nothing was said to me about my increase girth, which was nice as people in my office kept to their own business. Now behind my back, sure I bet there was talk but nothing to me. Some times when heading home after work, I would stop to pick up some fast food for myself and eat it on the way home or would just wait until I was in the condo and plop down on the couch and dig in. Though that was rare, as the food usually never made it out of the car, and at those times Bonnie would come up with a pizza or even more fast food and see me. "Oh, seems like someone could not wait for dinner! Well mister, you had better eat what I got you!" or the nights she would cook, "You are going to eat every bite I put on your plate!" and if I slowed down or stopped, she would feed me the rest.

Later on in the month Bonnie received a invitation to a friends anniversary party at a hotel and it was a formal attire. I was going to be her guest and there would be a lot of food and drink. She was excited as she would get to see me stuff myself to max and we would not have to go far, as Bonnie got a room for us at the hotel. The day of the event, Bonnie came into my room early, "Mike wake up! I want to get another belly picture of us, before an massive amount of food gets into your gut!" and she threw the covers off me. "Oh, this is a sight to see!" and she started to take pictures. I was on my back in just my underwear, with my stomach sticking upwards. She grabbed my arm and started to yank, to get me to sit up on the edge, and when I did I let out a huge burp. "Still feeling the effects of last night?" and she giggled. Bonnie has made a lasagna feast, as I stayed a little bit later at work, so when I arrived at the condo, she was in the kitchen with two of the dishes on the stove, the third finishing up. I had almost finished off one tray, but we both did enough damage to all three dishes, even with Bonnie feeding me to my limit.

Bonnie helped me to my feet and made sure I was fully awake, as she was ready to stand face to face. Looking at her I could sense that our stomachs were close to touching and I looked down and was surprised as I could barely see my toes. Bonnie had taken her pictures and then we both took a look. "You are still beating me Mike! Though you may win with the amount of food you are putting away" and she poked me in my stomach. "Hey, what are you weighing this days? I know I have not stepped on the scale." I stood there thinking as the last time I weighed myself was before I agreed to do this with Bonnie. "Well I was 220 the last time I checked" and that put a smile on Bonnie's face, "Ok Mike, time to weigh you!" and she walked into the bathroom waiting for me. "Your joking right?" and nothing but silence, and so I made my way in and Bonnie was there with her phone ready to take pictures. "Come on now Mike, on the scale! Nervous?" and I had to admit, I was. Just how much did I put on since the stuffing began. I put my foot on the scale to activate it, and once it was ready I stepped on. What felt like forever, was actually seconds as the scale read out, "245" and my jaw dropped. "How, how is that even possible?" and I just continued to stare at the number. "That is 25 pounds Mike! I think you were meant to be a fatty!" and Bonnie just laughed. All that mindless eating, and with the feeding Bonnie was doing, the weight was coming on quick. I took a look at look at myself in the mirror, and my stomach was sticking out, as well as my sides had increased. "I cannot wait to show you off at the party!" and Bonnie left the bathroom to get ready.

I had put on my clothes and it took a few attempts to button my pants, and I had to suck in a bit to button them and my shirt. "Come on now Mike, relax a bit" and Bonnie stood in my doorway smiling. She was wearing a dress so she was able to hid a bit of her stomach, and when I did relax my stomach pushed forward. Bonnie came over and took at look, "Hmm, you are going to have to buy some new clothes soon. I do not think these will be able to hold up, the buttons are straining" and she poked me in my stomach. I looked at myself in the mirror, and sure enough, this shirt was holding on by a thread. I got my blazer on, and we made our way to the car and went to the hotel.

When we arrived, we got checked in and when we went up to the room, I entered first and before me was a king bed, and a couch, desk, television. "I think there was a mistake" and Bonnie looked in, "Well it's too late now, besides it's only weird if you make it to be. Now come, let's get to the party." We put our bags in the room and left to head to the main entertaining area, and in it was two bars, and a huge buffet and DJ. "Well, let's dig in shall we! I don't want you to starve" and Bonnie poked me in the side and I just rolled my eyes. I grabbed a plate and started to scoop up pasta, different cheeses, chicken, steak, and Bonnie made sure I got her steak as she could not have any. Next up came different sandwiches which caused me to get a second plate and Bonnie made sure it was full before we picked our seats at a table. Bite after bite went down and Bonnie was the first up to get me another plate, loaded with even more food and brought it back. As I started into the second round, Bonnie had left to go to the bar where she came back with two beers for me. "Since I cannot drink, you will have what I would get. To make up for all that I will miss" and she smiled. We talked with the people at the table, and the main couple whose party it was for, more so Bonnie as she knew them better. Every time it looked like I was going clean my plate, Bonnie got up and would return with another plate full of food or more alcohol. With all the food, the alcohol would take longer for my body to be affected, but my stomach started to get really full and tight. "Slow down Mike?" and Bonnie sneaked her hand to my stomach, "Pretty full, though I think it is time for dessert!" and she got up from the table again. I just groaned and tried to rub my stomach to help feel better, and before I knew it Bonnie had returned to the table with a plate of cakes for herself and I. I just grumbled before picking up my fork, as before me was about nine different slices. Picking up my fork and started on the first piece and the cake tasted amazing. Bite after bite, and soon the first piece was gone, and then the second. I was working close to the end of my plate when with the most recent bite, I had to take a breather, and when I leaned back to relax, the buttons to my shirt started to pop off as my stomach surged forward, then the button to my pants. Luckily with the music playing, and people talking they could not hear, and not pay attention to me as I was shocked. Bonnie saw my expression and reached her hand towards my stomach and smiled as she could feel my stomach as my undershirt had ridden up a bit. Bonnie was beaming and leaned over to me, "finish up those last slices and we can head up to the room so you can digest" and she got up from the table to head to the bar.

I had finally finished the last slice of cake when Bonnie returned with a tray of of four shots and placed them in front of me, "Ok Mike, end the night with a bang!" and handed me the first shot glass. Starting to feel the effects of the food and alcohol, I wanted to get through these fast, and so down went the first one which it was tequila. Bonnie then handed me the second shot, then the third and when it came time to the fourth I started to feel the effects. "Come on Mike, one last one! You can do it!" and with little shake of my head, down went the fourth shot of tequila. Bonnie clapped her hands together, "Good job Mike! Now you wait here, and I will go say goodbye to my friends and then we head upstairs" and I just nodded as I was not moving anywhere fast. Bonnie returned to the table and helped me, and I did my best to try and hide my exposed stomach, as Bonnie and I made our way to the elevator. Bonnie pressed the button and we waited what I thought was forever, and finally the doors opened and we got in. We were the only ones going up, and as soon as the doors closed Bonnie started to have her fun. She gave me a look over while moving her hands over my stomach, "You did excellent tonight Mike! Better then I expected. Especially seeing you now, stomach sticking out and, oh my the button to your pants gave way as well" and she giggled. She continued to rub my stomach slowly, and in my drunken and full state, I was getting turned on with no way to control it. Bonnie was in full control and I just leaned back against the elevator wall letting her continue to rub. As elevator stopped at our floor, Bonnie helped me down the hall to our room, and we got to the door, she put the key card in and opened the door leading us into our room. Bonnie closed the door, "Ok now Mike! Time for us to have our fun!"and she kissed me on the cheek.