Chapter 5 - The Morning After The Night Before

I woke up early in the morning to several angry texts from Charlotte. I spun an excuse that I got caught up with work and conked out on the sofa. I looked over at Bella sound asleep. I had to get out of here and get changed before going to Charlotte’s. I snuck out of bed and started to get dressed. Bella stirred, ‘Harry? What are you doing? What time is it?’ I bent over and kissed her on the head, ‘go back to sleep. It’s four o’clock in the morning. I’ve got to get home and change.’ Bella sat up sleepily, the duvet falling down revealing her boobs sat atop her belly. I smiled, ‘last night was great though.’ She flopped back down into bed and fell asleep. I was about to walk out the room as I noticed her clothes in her wardrobe, thinking back to the first morning she spilt ketchup on herself. She had complained how her clothes were too small. A truly evil thought entered my mind.

I left her building and caught an Uber home, getting in at 4:30. I showered, changed into clothes for the office before heading out to Charlotte’s. I walked there and popped into her local bakery, one she likes. ‘Morning, Sam,’ I greeted. Sam turned around and smiled at me, ‘hi there Harry. Same as usual?’ I reached the counter, ‘double it actually. I fell asleep on the sofa last night so Charlotte isn’t too happy with me. Sam laughed, ‘she does like her food, doesn’t she?’ I smiled, ‘more than you know.’ She nodded and prepared my order: six coffee frosted cupcakes, two salmon cream cheese bagels and two coffees, one black (mine) and the other with whole milk and whipped cream. Sam placed the order in a box for me and I paid. ‘See you soon, Sam,’ I said as I walked out. ‘Sooner than you think at this rate!’ She called back to me.

I made it to Charlotte’s building, not before picking up some lilies, and let myself into her flat. I set the box down and went about presenting the treats and flowers on her kitchen table. I sat and watched TV, waiting for her to wake up. About thirty minutes later, Charlotte came out in my football top and pants, both of which were far too small on her. I could see the material going white from where it was stretched over her belly. ‘What is this…?’ Charlotte asked, confused. I stood up, turning the TV on mute, and said, ‘I’m so sorry about last night. I’m an idiot; fell asleep after a long day. But, I come with a peace offering. Well, offerings.’

Charlotte wandered over to the table, a smile forming on her face. ‘For me? Now?’ She asked with glee. I nodded. She frowned, ‘only if you stuff me.’ I smiled cheekily, ‘well what else?’ Charlotte sat herself down on the sofa and I brought over the treats. She pulled the t-shirt over her head and sat there letting her belly hang out. I stroked it, feeling its mass push against my hand, and realised I had an erection. I wasn’t sure how I was going to keep up with this. I fed Charlotte the first treat, slowly and sensually. Once she’d finished, she pointed out the time and said, ‘we should get a move in if we want to get to work on time.’ We both laughed and I started to force feed Charlotte her bagel and cupcakes. She moaned and I could see her underwear starting to get wet. I ignored it, with time working against us. With three muffins to go, she uttered, ‘give me head, Harry. Please, I need it.’ I obliged and pulled down her pants.

I slowly licked her vagina, working her clitoris with my tongue. ‘Yes,’ she said, ‘more.’ I picked up the pace with my tongue and used my fingers to find her G-spot. I started to work quicker, she responded well. I paused just as I felt her about to climax. ‘What are you doing?’ She managed to ask. I told her, ‘finish yourself off.’ She put her free hand down, but I stopped her. ‘No,’ I said, ‘with your mind. As you finish that last cupcake, think about all those calories, building and building on this ever growing body of yours.’ I stroked her belly, wobbling it. ‘Adding layer upon layer of fat.’ I slapped her belly. ‘Feeding yourself to your deepest, darkest desires. Think about it Charlotte, my prize hog, you shall be the fattest girl in the whole office.’ Charlotte moaned with her last bite of the cupcake in her mouth, whispering, ‘say that again…’ I bent down to her ear and whispered back, ‘you’ll be the fattest girl in the whole… office…’ I kissed her on the neck as she climaxed.

Charlotte was breathing heavily, ‘wow, Harry. That was amazing.’ I sat beside her and admired her squishy form. I started to pull down my trousers but Charlotte stopped me. ‘We don’t have time for that,’ she said, with an evil smile. I smiled, defeated. That felt fair for leaving her high and dry last night.

She drove us to the office and we took the escalator up. First in the doors as per usual. ‘Do you want any breakfast?’ I asked Charlotte. ‘No, I’m stuffed,’ she replied and disappeared off to her office. As I walked to the kitchen, I calculated how many calories I had fed her. About 2,300 was my estimate. I entered and was surprised to see Bella there, munching on a bowl of Cookie Crisp. ‘Morning, Harry,’ she said, smiling at me. I beamed back, ‘hello, Bella. How are you feeling this fine morning?’ She giggled, ‘hungry…’ I was quite surprised, ‘really? After last night?’ Bella continued to giggle. ‘Please, sir, may I have some more?’ Now I was already very horny, so this sent me over the edge. I felt warm ejaculate in my pants, somehow still turned on my Bella.

‘What would you like?’ I asked. ‘Everything… and more,’ she replied. ‘More?!’ I said back, sounding like The Master from Oliver Twist. Bella smiled, before wincing. I noticed she was wearing her old suit and shirt. As I got started on breakfast, I asked, ‘didn’t you buy a new suit? A nice grey one if I remember.’ Bella nodded, ‘yeah I did. But for some reason, I just couldn’t find it this morning.’ I smiled to myself. See, my evil thought turned act was to take her new clothes and throw them under her washing. I was just curious to see what she would do. But as it happens, she put on her old clothes and oh my, they were snug. I couldn’t see below her chest at this point, but her shirt buttons were clinging on for dear life and her suit jacket was so tight around her shoulders, I could see the material digging into her back rolls.

I served her breakfast, even more than normal, and sat with her whilst she ate. It spilled over onto two plates now. She groaned, ‘oh my gosh, Harry. This is so good. What’s your secret?’ I shrugged, ‘I use a lot of butter and sugar in my cooking.’ Bella nodded as she wolfed down the food. I could feel my erection poking the underside of the counter, worsened as I looked at her side profile. She looked even podgier in her tight suit. Her skirt was straining at both ends, her belly melting over the waistband and legs bulging out the bottom. She turned to me, asking ‘what is it?’ I was caught in a daze looking at her chub, but managed to say, ‘you look like you want some more?’ Bella waved her head as she thought about it, but I was up and getting some more ingredients out of the fridge. ‘OK, what did you have in mind?’ She gave in.

I broke up some eggs and whisked them as I was boiling some potatoes. ‘It’s a Spanish omelette, with a special milkshake,’ I explained, turning to her, ‘I think you’ll like it.’ Bella didn’t look up at me, she was finishing off the fry up I had made her. ‘Are you a bit of a foodie then, Bella?’ I asked. She hummed a yes, ‘I am. Always loved my food. Probably a bit too much.’ I put together the omelette and said almost menacingly, ‘oh you can never love food too much…’

I put the six egg Spanish omelette in front of her with my avocado, coffee and oat smoothie. Bella smelled it and licked her lips, ‘wow this looks amazing, Harry. You know you could be a chef.’ I waved it off, knowing it would probably be my dream job. Imagine fattening up customers all day everyday. Someone like Bella would come for breakfast, lunch and dinner. ‘I don’t know about that, but I’m glad you’re enjoying my cooking.’ Bella tucked in, before saying, ‘you know, you could have made me breakfast this morning?’ I awkwardly looked around, ‘yeah sorry about that…’ I couldn’t think of anything else to say. ‘It’s fine. Just love the idea of being made breakfast and eating it in bed.’ I smiled, and cheekily suggested, ‘next time?’

Bella waved her head, mocking uncertainty. I knew I definitely wanted a next time. ‘I’ve got to take some calls, are you alright? Do you want anything else?’ Bella shook her head, ‘thank you, Harry. This is perfect. Just what I needed to start my day.’ I nodded and left the kitchen, making my way to my office.

I sat down at my chair and worked through the morning’s itinerary. Soon enough it was lunchtime and Charlotte came in with some cheesesteaks from the local deli. My favourite. We sat down on my sofa and caught up on the day. ‘So Dave loved the Instagram ideas, wanted a few tweaks made before he’d be ready to post them. You good to take care of those this afternoon?’ Charlotte nodded, her mouth full. She swallowed, ‘I got it yeah… say, what do you think of Bella?’ I replied, ‘I think she’s great. Been a good addition to our team and working well above what I expected of her.’ Charlotte nodded, ‘she’s gotten really fat.’ I coughed violently. After I composed myself, I came back with a cheeky, ‘says you.’ Charlotte laughed, ‘you know what I mean. I don’t know, it’s that suit. Really enhances her fatness. I’m actually kind of jealous.’

I smiled to myself, ‘really? Do we need to step up your regime?’ Charlotte looked at me with a smile, ‘I’m fine. Just -- I want that belly, Harry.’ Charlotte pulled up her shirt and folded her belly over her trousers. ‘Your tummy is lovely, Charlotte,’ I reassured, rubbing it, ‘it’s so soft and I love this fold here, where your trousers are digging in. I wish I could live in it.’ Charlotte giggled, ‘that’s hard work you know? Eight hours of pain Monday to Friday to get this.’ We both laughed.