chapter 5

‘Those the 68s?’ she asked, walking into the bedroom.

He failed again that morning to button his pants.

‘Yeah,’ he said, nodding, before turning to check his profile in the mirror on the closet door.

‘How’d I get so big?’ He asked.

'I know a reason or two,’ she replied, smiling. ‘And it’s often more like a dozen instead.’

He rolled his eyes.

‘Good thing I bought 70s for the closet,’ she continued. ‘Just in case.’

‘Smart move,‘ he replied, as he walked over and kissed her cheek.

‘Damn.’ She gasped, as she squeezed her fingers between his belly and the tight waistband of his pants. ‘You’ve really blown out of this pair.’

She patted his belly. ‘Another big month.’

‘And big results,’ he chimed, grabbing his love handles for show.

‘That damned baking of yours,’ he continued. ‘It’s simply too good to resist.’

She blushed as she prodded his belly. ‘Seems to be taking its toll, that's for sure.’

She stepped back and reached for her phone from the bedside cabinet.

‘Let me grab a pic of you struggling to do these up.’

‘You were barely out of 60s turn of the year,’ she added, checking the notes on her phone before she began to snap some pics.

He posed struggling to do up his pants, and she clicked on a series of images for their blog, which had blown up with his waist.

‘Fans will love these,’ she said, dropping her phone a little. ‘They still can’t believe you got so big.’

‘A seventy inch waist,’ she added. ‘Aren’t I the lucky girl?’

He turned to face her and grinned, and used his unbuttoned pants as a hammock to shake his big gut.

‘Tubby,’ she said, puffing out her cheeks, as she zoomed in on his waist. ‘Lotta meat on those bones nowadays.’

‘Busy chef,’ he chipped. ‘Extra calories all the time.’

‘Oops.’ She blushed. ‘I did try to warn you about that.'

His belly rumbled loudly as it shook.

‘Still hungry?’ she asked, not missing a beat, though his ‘home-time’ dinner was less than an hour old.

‘I could go a burger or two.’ He cradled his gut in his arms. ‘That’s for sure.’

‘Fill up this ol' bottomless pit.’

She smiled at him. 'Bet I can find the bottom if we tried.’

‘How many pounds,’ she continued. ‘Since I warned you about cutting back?’

Her question was moot. Because they both knew he had gained a whole one of her and then some since back then.

‘Certainly a pound or two,’ he said, to tease her.

‘Would you even go so far as a few?’ she asked, a wry smile on her face.

‘Sure,’ he said, glancing over. ‘Why the hell not.’

‘A few pounds or two then, … give or take.’

‘Although if I didn’t know any better,' he continued.

He shook his belly again. ‘I could swear you were tryna call me fat.’

‘Sure,’ she said. 'And more than that, because you’re more like practically obese.’

‘But who’s counting?’ she added, further, with a grin. 'Except those pesky little scales l hid away this month.’

‘Tease.’ He launched himself at her and gave chase.

He was a little slower off the mark these days, but still caught her by the door.

Face-to-face in the doorway, between the two, it now quite a squeeze.

‘Damn.’ She gasped again, as he exhaled into her and pinned her up tight against the frame.

‘You really have gotten fat!’ Her eyes grew wide as it took the sheer size of his belly in.

They both looked down and laughed.

‘Kinda snuck up on me, I s’pose,’ he said, scratching at the back of his head.

‘Sure-sure.’ She teased him. 'One pound at a time, no doubt.’

He nodded and kissed her lips quietly.

‘How big d’ya think I'll get?’ he asked, a little tentatively, as their lips parted.

‘Depends,’ she said, dropping her hands to the sides of his gut.

She patted it softly as she spoke.

‘Piece of pie or two there, ….’

‘Slice of cake or more here …, ’

‘And a burger ‘n fries and a coke twice to go.’

‘And you’ll start to blow up some more.’

‘That’s just a snack.’ He smirked.

She kissed his cheek. 'Yes, to a fat man.’

‘One way ticket to Gainsville.’ She pulled an imaginary locomotive horn. ‘That’s where you’re headed Mister.’

‘That's for sure.'

‘Still blame your baking,’ he said, as he dropped his hands to her hips.

‘Keep saying that,’ she said, with a sly grin.

‘Difficult to stop,’ he continued. ‘When I have a partner in crime to spur me on.’

‘Keep going.’ She purred, as she kissed at his cheek, clearly becoming turned on.

‘But you’re making me hungry,’ he said.

She laughed a little. ‘Well that’s kinda the point, dontcha think?'

He kissed her lips, then asked. ‘Is it time to test that bottomless pit?’

‘Sure is,’ she said. ‘But I can ease up on the baking if you like.’ A sudden pang of guilt took a hold.

‘No-no,’ he said. ‘Don’t do that.’

He took her hands in his and squeezed them tight. ‘You’re too good a baker to give that up.’

‘And I’ve still got room to grow,’ he added.

‘Just not in this doorway.’ He looked both ways. ‘That’s for sure.’

She giggled and smiled at him cheekily. ‘Can’t stop now, huh?’ she asked.

‘’Least not till I’ve had my fill,’ he said, dropping his eyes down to her chest.

‘Oh really,’ she remarked, playfully. ‘And how do you propose to do that?’

‘You’ll see,’ he replied, inhaling a little to set them both free. He took her hand in his and led her toward the bed. Pushing her back onto it, he clambered over her on all fours. He dropped his belly heavily onto her midriff, because he knew it would drive her wild.

‘Like that, don’t you?’ he asked, teasing her.

She nodded.

‘It’s certainly bigger than before,’ he whispered. ‘And I think l know who’s to blame.’

‘Bottomless pit’. She mouthed excitedly at him, as she reached up for a kiss.

But he pushed her back down and began to plant sweet kisses along her neck. She sighed as he spoke next.

‘First to come buys dinner.'

‘Deal?’ He checked her eyes for confirmation.

She nodded as she began to fumble with the buttons on her jeans. 'Deal,' she said.

‘You can even chose my dessert,’ he continued.

‘Desserts.’ She corrected him.

‘Whatever you say,’ he replied. ‘Because the dinner's on you.’

His kisses continued down her waist to between her thighs.

‘If it’s dinner you want.’ She gasped as she finally broke free of her jeans. ‘Let’s eat out all week, my treat.’

‘Funny,’ he said, parting her thighs with his hands as he smiled.

'I know just the place to begin.’