chapter 5

Brittney had almost two weeks to work on Matt before the cruise. She wanted him to get used to eating large meals. She hoped that he would be ready to really chow down on the unlimited heavy meals that the cruise ship would offer. She worked as a Pharmacist’s assistant from 7:30 to 4 on weekdays, which gave her plenty of time to go grocery shopping and have dinner cooking by the time Matt got home at six or so. When he got home she’d get him a beer while she finished making dinner. She’d get him another beer before dinner was ready and usually he was on his third by the time it was ready. She fixed various casseroles, with plenty of sauce and cheese. Also some Italian dishes, like cannelloni, Chicken Marsala, and Scaloppini. All with rich sauces.

She always fixed enough for six people, (“I don’t know how to make them smaller, and besides we’ll have leftovers,” she’d say). She’d serve them both a generous portion. She wanted to make his bigger, but she was trying not to be too obvious about pushing food on him. She would be sure to eat more slowly than Matt, so he’d finish first. “Oh! I must not have given you enough, babe,” as she’d pile another helping on his plate. If he showed any reluctance, Brittney would use her puppy dog eyes as though it would hurt her feelings if he didn’t eat it all. After dinner they would watch a movie. She would get them each a bowl of ice cream, this time with his more than hers. She would say it was the perfect way to settle their stomachs as she would cuddle up against him.

By the time the cruise date arrived, Brittney had had Matt on the all you eat diet for two weeks. As they got dressed Sunday morning, Matt had to suck it in a little to get his pants on. “Babe, I think I’ve put on a little weight. These are tight on me.” This was the perfect time for Brittney to appeal to his vanity.

“Oh babe, you look as awesome as ever. Maybe better than ever. If we didn’t have to get to the port…” she let the sentence trail off. She gave him a leer that left no doubt what she wanted to do to him.

“Maybe we’ll have to make good use of our cabin when we get there,” Matt replied, with a leer of his own.

It was only a little over an hour’s drive to Port Canaveral, and they made it through security with no trouble and got to their cabin a little after three. The porter was right behind them with their bags. They settled up with him, closed the cabin door and looked at the bed. “Now, then,” breathed Matt. Brittney didn’t give him time to finish. She jumped on him and they fell onto the bed. They tore each other’s clothes off and made love, with a passion neither of them expected. Brittney ran her hands across his middle and could feel a slight thickness that wasn’t there before. It excited her, and she wondered why. Was she excited because she was exercising control over him? His new layer was because of her. Was it the idea that she put it there why she felt the tremble of excitement? Or was the it the thickness that she liked? Did she enjoy the feel of the slight pad over his muscles? Did the idea of that pad getting thicker turn her on? She didn’t have time to dwell on it. Matt knew what she liked in bed, and he was doing it very well today. Between what he did and the excitement of his changing body, Brittney came over and over until she was exhausted. Sometime in the midst of her orgasms, Matt also finished with an intensity that pleased her.
After their breathing came back to normal, Matt sat up. “I don’t know about you, but after all that, I could use a drink.”

“They’re having a welcoming celebration on the main deck,” Brittney answered. “We should join everybody.” They dressed in shorts and aloha shirts and walked outside. There were several bars with bartenders busily making fruity tropical drinks for the passengers. In between were tables covered with appetizers. Little roasted meats, buffalo wings, chips, dips, cold shrimp, and more. They each got a Mai Tai, cold, slightly sweet and tasty. They grazed the buffet, trying a little of everything. As they wandered the celebration, Matt thought about their lovemaking session. Sex had always been great between them, but this afternoon was more intense than he ever remembered. Was it the anticipation of the cruise? Was Brittney putting extra effort into the sex as part of her plan to fatten him up? He doubted that. Her passion was too real to be faked, even a little. Was she turned on that he had actually thickened up a little? It was only a little. His stomach was still flat. His abs were no longer defined, instead his stomach was smooth, with maybe just a little bit of a bulge along the top of his shorts. Nowhere near fat. But Brittney sure was turned on.

They met some of the other passengers and chatted as the afternoon celebration transitioned into dinner. Since all the food was included, people seemed to want to be sure to get their money’s worth. New buffet items came out, with larger plates and larger portions. All diets seemed to have been left at the dock. Brittney and Matt filled up their plates and shared their table with a couple from Ontario. They were a little chubby, and didn’t seem at all embarrassed about filling, then refilling their plates. Brittney and Matt followed suit. The food was delicious. And the waiters kept replenishing the buffet tables. Brittney tried to restrain herself, but the food was to die for. And as long as Matt was eating more than she was, well if she had to gain a few pounds to fatten him up, it was worth it.
Just when she thought she couldn’t eat another bite, they brought out the desserts. Plates and plates of cakes, pies, pastries, torts, crumbles, puddings, it seemed to be an endless variety. “Hey babe, first night of the cruise, we should see how many different desserts we can eat,” Matt said, laughing. But he was serious. They walked down the dessert table, picking up three different desserts each. By the time they finished, they were too stuffed to move. Brittney looked over at her husband as he leaned back in his chair. There was no doubt this time. He had a food baby. She laid her hand on her own belly. She had a food baby of her own.