Chapter 3

It was a good nap. I woke up as the little spoon with her arm around my belly and her belly in my back. I rolled over to face her. Still beautiful, more so even, with her messy bed hair. She opened her eyes. “Hello you.” She stroked my cheek and I could feel a lustful tingle. What the fuck was happening, I don’t think my libido was this high when I was a teenager.

She smiled. “Lunch first, okay?”. I gave her a kiss and a nod.
We got dressed. She threw on a summer dress and just looked like a beautiful glowing young mother to be. I, on the other hand, had a bit more trouble. I tried five of my seven button down shirts before I even found one that would do up. It was tight and a little gapey, but it would probably do. “Is this okay?”. She came over and ran her hand along the tight fabric. “Very sexy.” she said “Is it okay when you sit down?”.
I sat down on the bed. Immediately two buttons shot off. The others made a gallant attempt, but with their compatriots gone they didn’t stand a chance. A second later I was sitting in a shirt with one button left at the top and my stomach in my lap. Before I knew what was happening I found myself being straddled and kissed deeply. She reluctantly broke the kiss, gave herself a little shake. “Lunch first.” With one last kiss, she gathered her self control and hopped off.

The last shirt was a total bust. It was already tight, now the buttons and holes may as well have been on different shirts. There was no chance. Finally I found a plain T-shirt that had previously been over size so I’d never worn it. Nothing worse than a big guy in an oversized shirt - you’re not kidding anyone - anyway, it now fit perfectly.

The nearest town of any note was about an hour away. It was a quaint little village that had gained a bit of reputation for tourists and day trippers. It had a couple of antique stores, some boutique shops specialising in local produce, art, craft, things like that. But, best of all, it had several nice cafes and restaurants. On the weekend it would have been a nightmare with all the tourists but today it was very pleasant.

It was about eleven when we arrived. Still too early for lunch so brunch it was. We picked a nice looking cafe with an extensive menu. We decided to do a little comparison to this morning breakfast extravaganza by trying their pancakes, waffles and fried chicken, a full english and eggs benedict with salmon. Nobody seemed too shocked that a big guy and pregnant woman were ordering so much food. They obviously didn’t notice I was only having a small sample of each. We took our time working our way through the mountain of food. It was a very pleasant.

After brunch we strolled around, looking in shops, sampling gelato from each of the three ice-creameries scattered amongst the stores and restaurants, and by sampling I mean she had a triple scoop cone and a milkshake at each. Every now and then we would find a quiet spot and make out like teenagers.

When we arrived at the cafe this morning she looked about six months pregnant. By the time we decided it was time for lunch she looked more like seven. We chose a cool looking restaurant with a very modern vibe. It did relatively small serves, but the range of delicate dishes we sampled somewhat made up for that and the wine pairings were amazing. Nonetheless, as soon as we were done we decided, well she decided, it was time something a bit more substantial. We found a place that specialised in comfort food and had very, very big serves. Loosened up by the wine we were less self conscious and went a little crazy. Home fries, chicken fried steak, mac and cheese, fried chicken and biscuits with gravy and a mountain of mashed potato. Again, I sampled, she ate. After that we had a slice of every pie they had with ice cream and cream. By the time we were done I think I looked six months pregnant and she looked a week past due with triplets. Her summer dress was now stretching at the seams.

As we wandered out onto the street hand in hand I marvelled again at how I felt. I was full, well, beyond full really, but still felt good. No off beat heart, no indigestion, no heartburn. I wasn’t even breathing hard. The only thing I did feel was aroused. Very much so. I let go of her hand and slid my hand around her waist, pulling her to me, our bellies rubbing together, side by side.

I slid my hand down to her round and perfect bum and stroked her belly softly with my other hand. She closed her big, blue eyes in pleasure. She pulled me into a quiet nook and we kissed long and deep. One hand on the nape of my neck the other on my hip, pulling me in. Our tongues dancing as our bellies, full and firm pressed together. We only stopped when we heard voices coming towards us. We stumbled back into the path, holding hands once more and giggling as the owners of the voices passed us by, looking at.

It was getting to early evening, by the time we decided we were both at capacity. I knew I couldn’t eat another thing so we agreed it was time to go.

We were almost to the truck when we were both struck with a delicious smell and a small sign. It was a German restaurant, hidden down a laneway. I didn’t really know anything about German food. Sausages? But the look she gave me was irresistible. We got a quiet booth and ordered a platter for four, saying ‘don’t wait for them, they’ll be here soon. Just bring it when it's ready’.

A pork knuckle the size of a football, five different german sausages, sauerkraut, another mountain of mash and two wienerschnitzels. It would have been a big meal for four hungry people. It also came with four steins of beer. Steins! They were huge. I was already stuffed and was going to have to drive when all this was done so all I could do was watch. She ate. Slowly, Steadily and with savour. Her beautiful face flashing a mixture deep concentration and pleasure. As one stein was done I’d slide the next infront of her. It was impressive to see how easily she lifted the giant glass mug. I slid next to her and rubbed her belly, occasionally kissing her neck as she chewed. I was glad we were tucked away and private because the moans of pleasure she utter were unmistakably sexual.
Finally the last of the food disappeared and she sat back, eyes closed, enjoying my hand on her now unnaturally huge belly. Her dress defying physics by not exploding. She opened one eye and looked at me. “I think I’m ready for you to take me home”. I smiled. “Not yet.” I slid the last stein over. She gave a devilish smile. “Oh, yeah”, and grabbed it. It was unbelievable. She chugged away in big, slow swallows until it was done, then looked at me with a sweet smile. As she opened her mouth to say something a huge burp escaped it. Her look of shock and embarrassment, coupled with the burp itself, for some reason drove me crazy. I wanted to rip that sundress off then and there. I had to settle for grabbing her and kissing her, then whispering, “let's get out of here.” in her ear. I felt her shudder with pleasure.

As we got to the door I gently ushered her through saying. “I’ll be out in a sec. Just wait there.” On the way out I noticed they had a glass cabinet of desserts, strudel and things, and it was still a long drive home. I ordered a range of pastries and when I asked for the entire black forest cake the girl behind the counter laughed until she saw my face. A moment later I was walking out into the pleasant night air holding two boxes to meet my beautiful girlfriend. Her smile was radiant and filled with love. Unbelievable.

To Be Continued

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