Chapter 1 - Coming Home

Jacob had always been a healthy, active kid, and that didn't change much as he got older. He wasn't too ripped or chiseled, he was toned and that was good enough for him. As of now he was 5'9 and 165 pounds, which most of was muscle. When he first started college, everyone told him to watch out for the "freshman 15", and that his "young metabolism wouldn't last forever". Jacob must have been one of the lucky ones, because he was already in his junior year, and instead of gaining, he had actually lost 18 pounds. As junior year was ending, he was dreading going back home for the summer.

After his mom died in the 7th grade, Jacob's father, Matt had coped by staying single and drowning himself in work. Until, Matt had found a new woman in Jacobs freshman year of college. Rowan Cooper was an exceptionally beautiful women with long slender legs, perky boobs, a sinched waist, tan skin, blonde hair and green eyes. Not to mention she was only 25 years old; 22 years younger than his father, and only 4 years older than Jacob. Which was just one of the many, many things Jacob felt uncomfortable about her.

A few months back, Matt and Rowan got married at a courthouse, and she moved in. They didn't want to have a full scaled wedding because of the judgment from both of their families for such a big age gap. Unluckily, his dad had forced him to come along, and that was the first time he ever met her. For him, it was awkward, that such a young, hot woman was going to be his step mom. Other than that one encounter, Jacob had pretty much avoided her as much he could.

On the first day of summer, Jacob pulled up to his father's house, suitcases in hand. Nervously, he knocked on the door, hoping for his father to answer it. Instead he was met with the face of his step mom. "Oh, um-" He started off, but was quickly interrupted by the blonde in front of him. "Jacob! Welcome home! It's so nice to see you again after moving in." She smiled, opening the door wider for Jacob. "Matt! he's here!" Rowan yelled, as she motioned for Jacob to come inside.

As Jacob walked in, setting his things aside, his nose was instantly hit with the smell of food cooking on the stove. Rowan must have seen him sniffing, because right away she said, "You came just in time! Dinners almost ready, so why don't you have a seat at the table?" A warm smile adorned her face as she walked over to the kitchen. Jacob obliged, and nodded his head with straight lips.

The man was met with his dad, already sat down. "Jacob, welcome back home! how's it been?" He asked his son, ushering for him to sit down next to him. The two talked and caught up with eachother until Rowan starting bringing out the dishes for dinner.

The woman, one by one, brought out various platters filled with food from greasy fried chicken to buttery mashed potatoes, sautéed vegetables, garlic knots, and finally, a dish of baked mac and cheese. Jacob's eyes jumped between all the dishes, and he felt his mouth start to water. "Sorry if I cooked too much, I just wanted you to come back home to a nice dinner." Rowan said as she sat down. "Alright, dig in!" She exclaimed with a smile as she picked up a chicken leg and put it on Jacob's plate. "Here, try this. I know you'll like my chicken. You're father can't get enough of it." She started to fill her own plate reasonably. "Oh and don't forget to try my mashed potatoes and Mac and cheese."

Jacob stayed still for a moment, feeling a little awkward until his father spoke up. "Son, listen to her and start filling your plate. She slaved over the stove for hours, just for you." He said sternly, bringing a big chicken thigh to his mouth. "Yes, sir." Jacob responded, and started to put a little bit of everything on his plate. He casually talked with his father as he ate through his first plate.

After he finished it all, he started feeling a little full and didn't planning on having seconds. Jacob began to excuse himself from the table until, Rowan opened her mouth. "You aren't going to have anymore? But I made so much for you." Her eyebrows scrunched together, and she looked at Jacob with sad puppy eyes, pleading for him to have more. With a soft sigh, Jacob tried to muster up a smile, "Of course I'll have more, everything's so delicious." He tried his best to sound sincere as he began to put heaping scoops of everything on his plate.

As Jacob began to shovel bite after bite into his mouth, he could feel his jeans getting tighter. Each bite was followed by a deep breath, and he was chewing so much his jaw began to ache. From the corner of his eye, he felt like he could feel eyes on him, lustful eyes, but he shook it off. Jacob continued to eat his second plate as his father and step mom conversed. He didn't want to upset Rowan because he knew it would only anger his father. And his father being angry was something he didn't want to deal with. After a few minutes his father excused himself from the table, heading upstairs to work in his office. Jacob was not thrilled that his dad left him all alone with Rowan.

As soon as he left, Rowan scooted over her chair to be closer to Jacob, who had finished his plate. He didn’t notice her, as he could only finish on how heavy his stomach felt. "Jacob, I don't think you've eaten enough. Ive made all this food and you've barely touched it." The blondes eyes scanned over Jacob, and before he could respond, she piled food as high as she could onto his plate. "Finish it." She said sternly, as Jacob stared at her with confused eyes. "You don't want me to make your dad mad, do you?"

Jacob could only stare, down at his plate and up at her. "What? ... I'm sorry, Rowan but I... I've already ate so much." He tried to force a lighthearted smile. The stuffed man's heart started to race, why was she acting so strange?

"I've made all this food, just for you and you've barely touched it!" Rowan started to raise her voice, becoming impatient. Startled, Jacob slowly picked up his fork. Honestly, he was starting to get a little scared, so he listened. Bite after bite, his stomach started to buldge, the soft skin rubbing raw again the waist band of his jeans. He could only continue as Rowan watched him like a hawk. Barely halfway through the plate, he took a deep breathe and his cheeks turned red as he heard a pop and clink. Jacob's jeans button popped off, flying across the room and hitting the wall.

His entire face was red as he looked down. Jacob's belly buldged out, laying on his thighs as his shirt started to roll up. But, for some reason, he continued to stuff his face.

When he was finally done, he let out a loud burp, which didn't even relieve any pressure from his taut belly. He sat back in the dining chair, moaning in pain as he rubbed his aching belly. "What a pig, I can't believe you really ate so much!" Rowan giggled, as she started to clean up the table as if nothing happened.