chapter 2

We go in the pool and swam around for about ten minutes. Debbie said, “Dave, I’m really hungry all of a sudden and there’s a buffet right over there, between the pools. I’m going to get something to eat.” Before I could say anything, Debbie was making a bee line for the buffet. I was hungry too, so I followed her, by the time I got to the line, Debbie had already filled two plates overflowing with rich, heavy food and she was heading back to our chaises. I filled a plate, I was trying to stay in control, I had heard of the rumors about Bellows Farm and I didn’t want to gain weight on this trip, and especially wearing the brief style swimsuit any dietary indiscretions would be show up for all to see. I got back to our chaises, Debbie was pounding down the food, she had nearly finished when I got there. I sat down and she got up and hustled over to the buffet again. It seemed to me, her bottom cheeks were bigger and softer than when we got here.

I started to eat my plateful, when Debbie came back with two more platefuls! “Dave the food here is amazing, I can’t stop eating! It’s so good.” I was getting more than a little turned on watching a hottie like Debbie gorge herself, this is awesome. “Your right Debbie, the food here is really good.” I tried to control myself and not go crazy eating like Debbie was doing. She got another helping after her second set of platefuls, then another. She giggled, patting her clearly bulging belly, “Dave, they have ice cream, do you want to make sundaes?” She didn’t have to ask twice, “Sure Debbie, that sounds like a great idea, let’s go.”

I follow her back over to the buffet and the dessert line. I couldn’t keep my eyes off of her bottom cheeks, they getting rounder and softer it seemed with every bite of food she took. Her once flat stomach, now had the beginnings of a pot belly too. We made huge sundaes each and stuffed ourselves, my own belly was bulging up in the air, Debbie’s belly too, was clearly bloated. We lay on our chaises for a while. After the sugar rush wore off, we were getting tired and it was getting dark. Debbie reached over and poked my belly, which was kind of weird since she had never touched me before, “Dave, what time is our meeting tomorrow?” “Debbie it is at 9:30. Do you want to meet for breakfast and then go over to HQ in the shuttle?” “Yes, that’s sounds good to me, say at 8:30? I can’t believe I’m going to eat again, I ate so much tonight.” “I’ll see you in the café at 8:30.”

I stood up, my belly, clearly bloated was lifting up the hem of my t-shirt exposing some bare skin just over the waist band of my brief. Debbie giggled, looking at my belly, then she asked, “Oh Dave, please help me up, I’m so full!” I pulled her to her feet, she nearly bumped me with her belly, but I backed up just in time to avoid getting bumped. She looked a little disappointed that I backed up. I followed her to the elevator, admiring what all of her indulgence had done to her bootie. Our rooms are adjacent to each other.

Getting ready for bed I notice how bloated my belly was. I gave it a pat, causing some jiggling, I thought, “I didn’t want to gain weight on this trip, now I’m worried how much weight I’ll gain on this trip.”

Debbie was having the same thoughts. She pulled off the now very tight bikini panty and pulled on her nightie panty, not without difficulty. Looking in the mirror saw the damage the evenings indulgence had done to her figure, especially when she reached around and touched her booty cheeks. She thought, “I’m just still bloated from all the food I ate, I should be fine in the morning.

I woke up early and took a shower, my belly was still there, just as big, if not a little bigger than it was last night. I pulled on a t-shirt and sweats and made a cup of coffee on the little coffee maker in my room. I was watching the news shows on TV when my phone rang.

I answered the phone, “Hello”. “Dave, it’s me Debbie, I need your help, I can’t get dressed, nothing fits, please come next door, please.” She didn’t seem panicked or overly upset, but I wondered what she meant by “I can’t get dressed.”

I got my room card and went out and knocked on Debbie’s door. She opened it, wearing only a super tight bikini panty, her belly bulging over the waist band, her thighs looked swollen, and they were so much larger. She had a bra on, barely, she had managed to button one button of a blouse, just under the bra, the rest of the blouse just hung open showing off her round belly.

“Dave, thanks so much. I can’t believe it none of my clothes fit me anymore, I’m so fat! My slacks don’t go up past my knees, my skirt is just a bad. I can’t even button my blouse over my fat belly, what am I going to do?” I trying not to let Debbie see how aroused I was, she looked so hot, all chubby and soft. I thought for a moment, “Debbie I can go down to the gift shop, they sell all kinds of women’s clothes. You can just charge it to your room.” “Oh Dave, that would be awesome of you.” I asked, blushing, “Uh, what sizes should I get?” Debbie giggled, patting her belly, “Dave, I used to be a size five, but looking at me now, you better get me some size sixteens.” My knees almost let go with that comment. “I’ll be back up in the few minutes, what clothes should I get you?” Debbie giggle, blushing, “Dave, get me some panties, bras, stretch pants, and a t-shirt too. I’ll go get a dress to wear to the meeting after breakfast.”