Chapter 2. Thanksgiving stuffing (part I)

As the weeks leading up to Thanksgiving slipped by, Ace felt increasing confidence and excitement that his plan for the big night was going to go off without a hitch. He worked from home, so he had access to a fully stocked pantry at all hours of the day and he was going all out in order to impress his girl. He became accustomed to keeping himself as full as possible at all times and eating almost non-stop throughout the day, steadily increasing his portion sizes for the major mealtimes. He quickly stopped wearing clothes around the house, as he found them annoying and restrictive. No, he was much happier without constricting shirts and increasingly tightening waistbands getting in his way. Sapphire did not complain once about this development, and he enjoyed how her eyes roamed hungrily over his body as he strutted around, proudly on display for her eyes only. She didn’t make any comments on his changing habits, but that didn’t bother him. He would get it out of her soon enough.

When Thanksgiving came, it was finally time for Ace’s plan to be set into motion. He had taken the day off just for this, so he would have the whole day free to cook a feast fit for his queen. By the time Sapphire came home, the scene was set. The table was barely managing to hold up all the food that had been piled on it. A glorious turkey was the centerpiece, and all around it were various appetizers and side dishes, complete with a mashed potato tower with an elegant gravy boat at its base. Sapphire’s eyes widened as she took this in while Ace beamed at her, dressed in one of her aprons over his favourite pair of jeans and a button-up shirt. His trusty jeans now barely managed to button under his belly. After a long struggle he had somehow managed to wrestle into his shirt and do up the buttons, but he looked downright comical with big spaces in between the protesting buttons as they tried and failed to cover his midsection with the insufficient amount of fabric provided. He had put this outfit on with a very specific goal in mind, one he was determined to carry out tonight.

“Wow, baby, you really went all out this year!” she exclaimed.

“I wanted to impress you,” he admitted.

“Well, you’ve done that already. I can’t believe you put all this together by yourself, let’s dig in and enjoy it while it’s hot!”

She wasted no time in assembling a plate for him, heaping on generous portions of anything and everything in her reach. He practically licked it clean in his eagerness to show off for her, show her just how devoted he was to satisfying her preferences. She finished her own modest plate quickly and spent the rest of their time at the table keeping his plate piled high. She did this so seamlessly that he started to feel like he was eating from a bottomless plate, and he was in heaven. As he plowed through the tremendous amounts of food he had been training his stomach to handle for the last few weeks, she kept him entertained with chatter about her day, her progress at work, and anecdotes about her co-workers.

As the dinner wore on, Ace became more and more uncomfortable in his clothes. Even with the zipper of his jeans fully down and his belly spilling into his lap he felt suffocated and like he needed more room to expand. His shirt was riding up, and it was so tight it felt like a straitjacket. Finally, his big moment arrived. With a small ‘pop’, one of the buttons on his shirt gave up its impossible task and flew off, skittering across the kitchen floor.

Ace put his fork down and made deliberate eye contact with a shocked Sapphire as he prepared to deliver the line he had agonized over crafting, re-imagining this moment over and over again so many times.

“Honey, it looks like I’ve gotten too fat for my clothes,” he whined.

He made his best puppy dog eyes at her and stuck out his gut as much as he could for maximum effect. He had forced her into the open, where she had to talk to him about this now. Sapphire blinked at him, mouth slightly open in a soft ‘o’ and gaze focused on his straining excuse for a shirt. Then she regained composure and it was like a mask slipped on (or was the mask simply coming off, after keeping up decent appearances for so long?). Her innocent and surprised expression was replaced by a cocky smirk. She leaned over and poked his stuffed belly, now a massive firm dome.

“You have, have you now?” She purred, then stalked forward. “We’ll have to be getting you out of these then, because that simply won’t do.”

“Yes please,” he sighed, relishing her gentle touch as she skillfully removed the shirt and shimmied the pants with some difficulty off of his legs. They didn't button when he had underwear on beneath them so he had decided to go without, which meant his arousal and excitement for her was clearly visible.

He was now fully naked at the table and fully aware of how his thighs rubbed together, how the texture of the chair fabric felt against his bare cheeks, how Sapphire stood over him still fully clothed in figure-hugging jeans and a cozy knitted sweater with a plunging neckline that showed off her luscious cleavage. He tried to paw at one of her breasts, tease it out of the sweater, but she slapped his hand away.

"Uh-uh, you naughty boy," she reprimanded him, "you're going to have to finish all your food to be rewarded."

His engorged cock thrilled at her teasing.

"But baby, I want you now," he complained.

"Don't be a brat. Eat." She commanded. "Finish your plate and then I've got something else in store for you."

Ace had never been so turned on in his life, his whole body was thrumming with anticipation. He felt so full already, but for Sapphire he felt like he could do anything. He dug into his plate again with renewed vigor, so much more comfortable now without his tight jeans digging into his waist.

Once he managed to clear his plate for a final time, Sapphire took his hand and led him to the couch in the living room. He felt so large and ungainly with his full belly weighing him down and pulling him forward.

"Sit," she instructed. He obliged. A few minutes later, she returned with a tray that had an entire apple pie on it, topped with a mountain of ice cream and whipped cream to boot. The apple pie was steaming, the ice cream was quickly melting. Ace was so stuffed it took a concentrated effort to breathe, his stomach felt so stretched out he felt like he was almost ready to pop. Almost, but not quite. He looked at her expectantly and licked his lips. He was already salivating. There wasn't much space on Ace's lap with his belly between them, but Sapphire straddled him with ease and grace, dug into the treasure on the tray and lifted the spoon to his mouth. She smiled, while his heart did somersaults.

"Are you ready for dessert, baby?"