Chapter 2 - pie in bed

Jon and Margo wish everyone good night. They stand in the doorway and wave as folks drive away. They have a kitchen full of Thanksgiving leftovers to put away, dishes to clean, and some tidying up to do. But, all Margo wants to do is bone her husband.

After the last car drives off, Jon shuts the door. He loosens his belt and pats his belly, “Well, that was delicious, my dear.”

Margo reaches out and rubs her husband’s tummy affectionally. God, he’s huge.

“You really packed away that stuffing, huh?” she muses, a smile creeping across her face.

Jon grins, “Yeah – but, I think you packed away more.” With that, he pinches the fat along her waistline.

“Hey!” Margo protests, laughing.

She’s never told Jon about her . . . interests before. Does he know how much this turns her on? With how affectionate he's become in recent years, does he maybe feel the same way? Margo thinks about all the times he's encouraged her to eat more, to indulge in her habits. She thinks the clothes he's gotten her -- how he even bought a pair of pants that were two-sizes-too-big.

"Maybe you'll grow into them," he'd offered.

Margo studies her husband's eyes. Maybe he wants the same thing she does. Maybe he imagines her body expanding and jiggling too. Maybe this Thanksgiving she'll finally tell him about her . . . cravings.

“Hey, want to finish off those pies?” he asks, mischievously.

Margo laughs again, “Jon, I’m already so full!”

“Yeah, but don’t you have room for just a little more? C’mon, we can bring it into the bedroom and eat it on the bed.”

Margo arches an eyebrow. She imagines herself feeding him. Filling him up and watching his stomach get bigger, and bigger, and . . .

“Meet me in there. And bring the whipped cream,” she commands.

With that, Margo saunters off to the bedroom, pulling off clothes as she goes. She turns her head and looks back at Jon, “Hurry up, chubs.”

He smiles and hustles off to the kitchen, grabbing all the leftover pie and the can of Ready Whip, a hungry smile spreading across his face.