chapter 3 christmas

The lead up to Christmas was busy. Fiona, as usual had done all the running around, doing all the shopping. She’d put all the decorations up, wrapped all the presents and made all the arrangements. George in the meantime had put in the same number of hours at work, attended a few Christmas parties and continued on as usual. All he’d had to do was buy Fiona’s present and he did that online.
On Christmas Day, they’d had family over. The whole place was buzzing with fun laughter and happiness. They had all been there in the morning to open their presents - well apart for a couple of late arrivals. The women gravitated into the kitchen to help Fiona with the dinner. There was so much food put out that it was a wonder the table was not groaning with the weight of it.
They all ate well, Fiona watched George closely as he piled his plate high and stuffed himself full, yet still found space for the Christmas pud! For the rest of the afternoon, he complained about having overdone it at the table. His hand went to his belly on several occasions.
Then at tea time, the table was filled again, but this time, with a range of cold cuts, sandwiches, scones, cakes, biscuits, cream cakes - shop bought and home made.
George stuffed himself once more, even though it had only been a few hours since he’d stuffed himself with dinner.
Fiona thought she should have been disgusted at him. She should have been thinking about putting him on a proper diet in the new year when the festivities were over. She surprised herself that watching him eat without abandon stirred feelings inside her that she normally only got in the bedroom. She sat silently while everyone chatted around her. She imagined what George might be like if he ate like that every day! She saw him with a big round belly that was too big to tie his trousers around. They had to sit underneath. It was so big that it rested on the top of his thighs when he was sitting down.
He was fat and greedy. Oh! Those very words caused waves of pleasure in her lower belly. She excused herself to go to the toilet for some privacy. Would he be like that if he didn’t go on a diet? What if she deliberately made him fat? The questions caused more pleasurable feelings inside her than the feelings of revulsion that she thought she ought to feel. She could feel herself getting wet between her legs.
Someone called to her. Was she all right?
Yes, of course, she hurriedly pushed the thought of fat George to one side, straightened up her garments and rejoined the party.
On Boxing Day, they were alone. Even though they’d given away more leftovers than they had kept, there was still more than plenty to eat.
Fiona made sure her husband got a much bigger breakfast than usual, a bigger lunch and a bigger dinner. In between meals, she opened some of the sweet treats that they’d both received as presents. She gave George double what she consumed.
In the evening, once again, he was complains about eating too much. His trousers were far too tight! He was going to have to go on a diet!
Fiona explained he couldn’t go on a diet yet. There were too many goodies and temptations around the house. It was a shame to throw them out when they had been given as presents. They would both have to eat their way through all of them. At new year there would be more celebrations. More to eat and drink. After that, she promised, they would both set to and get stuck in losing weight.
George agreed. He was enjoying himself! He knew that sometimes his eyes were bigger than his belly.
So, at every mealtime, she filled his plate with double the standard portions of food, while she ate normally. He got a cooked breakfast in bed every morning, got up just in time for lunch, then she offered him sweet or savoury snacks until dinner time. After a big dinner, with an indulgent pudding, they would relax together over a shared bottle of wine, or something stronger and eat more snacks.
By new year, it was clear that George had over indulged over Christmas while Fiona had been more restrained. His size 34 trousers were tight. He struggled with the waistband and said he was going to have to get some bigger trousers or go on a diet!
By then, Fiona had realised she did not want her husband to go back to his smaller size. She liked to feel the soft flesh of his love handles in bed. Watching him overeat turned her on. She had decided to make him even bigger!