chapter 3 - the snacking begins

As they pulled out of the car park and headed for the motorway, Anne thought about how lucky she was to have such a thoughtful boyfriend.

“It’s so nice of you to drive me all the way there Steve”, she cooed, and planted a shy kiss on his cheek.

He smiled as a reply. Then Anne looked on the back seat and nearly yelped with a mixture of shock and excitement. A mountain of chewy sweets, crisps, chocolate and sports drinks stared back at her.

“When I said I wanted some junk, I meant just a lucozade and a Mars bar! Not all this!”

Steve chuckled, “it’s to share”

“Between who? The whole of my team?”

“Us two! You’re always telling me about all these calories you need to eat”

Anne shook her head, refusing to respond to such nonsensical pretend science.

A moment later she grabbed a bag of crisps and a bottle of lucozade and began to snack.

As the road dashed by beneath them, the channel tunnel came closer and closer and two share packs of crisps and two lucozade bottles lay in Anne’s footwell.

Steve stole a peek at Anne’s stomach. Not much change yet. The snacking would certainly help over the course of the whole journey, but he was going to have to introduce some substantial meals if he wanted to see a rounder Anne.

“Fancy something for breakfast?” He asked, expecting Anne to cite the two bags of crisps as a reason not to eat for the rest of the day.

But to his surprise, she agreed. She was hungry and needed to eat something “real”. They stopped off at a petrol station that had a McDonald’s round the corner. Whilst this wouldnt have been either of their first choice, the hunger was setting in and they decided to have a bigger meal each, with Steve opting for a 50 box of nuggets to ‘share’. He actually intended to eat about 5 and leave the box open on the arm rest for Anne to pick at.

Back on the road, and with a large Big Mac, fries and had a Diet Pepsi in her stomach, Anne was now looking a little bloated. Her lower belly bulged noticeably upwards above her track shorts. She sat slouched to comfort her full tummy.
Steve kept stealing glances at her as they talked about the true crime series they were watching together. He opened the box of nuggets and began to eat a few.

“Save some for me!” Said Anne with semi-feigned anger. Steve left them open and stopped eating them. He noticed Anne dip her hand into the box every 5 minutes or so until she complained that she was “too full”.

When they finally got to the Channel tunnel, Anne was asleep. Her belly protruded even more than the hour previous. Now her upper stomach looked tighter, as though someone was trying to push her abs out of her stomach. Her ribs were now framing the bulging foodbaby between them and the individual muscles between them were visibly strained. Anne sat low, almost lying down. Her stomach looked swollen and tight, but Steve knew he could push her further. With around 6 hours left of their journey, he knew he could get Anne much bigger before they arrived at the track meet.