Chapter 4

Andre woke up early on Gemma's couch with a blanket over him. His belly was still so full, his pants were tight to button. He left the button open while he maneuvered himself up. It was pretty early, with morning light just coming in, and Gemma was in her bed.

His head! So much beer and so little water. He wiggled his still bloated belly to a standing position and shuffled to the kitchen to get a glass of water. Glass after glass after glass, it took three glasses before he didnt feel completely parched. He filled it up again and a second glass, and walked to Gemma's door. He called out, "Hey Gem, can I come in?" First he heard a little groan, but then, "Yeah, of course."

Gemma was beneath her white blanket, in the middle of her full sized bed, brushing the hair from her face. "Oh, water sounds great, thank you! I ate like, 5 of those yeast rings last night."

"Well I had like, 5 pints of beer," Andre reminded her while laying down next to her. They were friends, but were comfortable enough being close to each other. Andre sometimes wondered why they never did more together, or why it never progressed into a relationship, but they'd been solid friends since school, and had a natural state together.

"Haha, you also had 4 burgers!" Gemma couldn't help herself, and patted his tummy. "It still feels full!"

"Of course I'm still full!" The thirst returned, and he chugged his 4th glass if water. He moaned as he laid his head back and rested his hand on his stomach, this time filled with water.

"It looks like your button would have a hard time there..." Gemma was full-on inspecting Andre's bloated belly, but she looked away when Andre looked at her.

"Ah, I need to get it together, there's my cousins graduation party at noon today. What are you going to do today?"

"Grandma wanted me to have this first Saturday completely off, so I'm free... am I invited?" She grinned at Andre.

"I dont know why you weren't." Andre's family knew Gemma and treated her like a family friend. She'd fit in well with the crowd. "Shall we get going then?"

"Yes, and we need to make coffee," Gemma said as she walked to her bathroom to shower, leaving it Andre. Andre buttoned his pants while laying down, then went to relearn Gemma's coffee maker from the last time he had passed out on her couch. By the time Andre was bringing a cup to her door, she was smoothing a dress down over her stomach. It was not a tight dress, but not flowy either. A maroon colored jumper, she had a white baby T underneath. What Andre immediately noticed was what Gemma was holding her breath to hide. She exhaled, and a little round belly emerged through the fabric. Andre felt a little rush.

"I think I ate too much last night too," she confessed, frowning slightly.

"I know what youre thinking, but you look really great." Andre was impressed he found his words quickly enough, and handed her the warm cup. She mumbled thanks, then said,

"Well, it will have to do!" She patted his cheek and smiled and walked past. "Time to get you looking presentable!"

At Andres house, Gemma flipped through a two day old newspaper while he showered and changed. She turned to look as he came out of his room. He had tried to look nice in khakis and a short sleeved, patterned button down shirt, but she could see his belly pressing against the buttons just a bit and his pants looked a little tight. She smiled.

"You look great yourself! Nice shirt!"

"I think last night did a number on my waistline... I am still so bloated! Worst of all, the food is wearing off and I'm getting hungry."

"Well, good thing we're going to a party. Let's consider this a cool down from your training last night, and see if you can get a little more in there!" She laughed as she got up and got her things together.

They arrived at the party, and of course there was tons of food and even a keg of beer. An uncle pushed a cup of beer into Andre's hand near the keg table and immediately started talking while Gemma cheerily smiled, waved and wandered off to mingle.

45 minutes and 3 cups of beer later, Andre was slightly buzzed and ready for a snack. Finally Gemma came back and gave Andre an excuse to get away by offering him a plate of food and a place to sit down.

"Oh yes, this smells so good!" It was roasted lamb and bread with rice and salad. It was a proper lunch. Andre ate his plate quickly, while Gemma snacked on a smaller plate. Feeling refreshed, the two got up to mingle more and nibble on finger foods galore. This time Andre found himself at the snack table, eating chips with a fresh cup of beer in his hands, talking with his cousins.

With friends and family and beer flowing, Andre had a great time and forgot all about his bloated stomch until he went to sit down again to eat some cake. The pants were straining and pushing uncomfortably against his full stomach. He tried to to maneuver his belly slightly, but it was just a little too painful. He looked around before subtly reaching underneath the table to undo his pants button for the second time in 24 hours. That was relief! Now this cake looked heavenly - olive oil and lemon, with a light icing. As he was finishing, Gemma came over with a plate of dessert items.

"Did you see all these??" She put an almond cookie on his plate while having one herself. Her belly was even rounder in her dress now, after her own beer and food. Andre realized be was glad her belly was at his line of sight, but was jealous of her stretchy dress. Andre helped her finish the plate of desserts and polished off his beer. An evening nap sounded divine!

In a stroke of good memory, Andre remembered to close his pants button before standing up, but the motion did not escape Gemma's knowing glance. He saw her stifle a smile before turning her head to go put the plates away.

Andre realized he had been eating and drinking for 3 hours, and put his hands on his again expanded abdomen. Why had he been able to eat so much? Maybe Gemma really was stretching his stomach, expanding his capacity. He couldnt think about that for long, because soon they were saying their goodbyes and congratulations and making their way out.

Both Gemma and Andre, each snug in their own beds later on, settled in for a little evening post food and beer nap, gently rubbing their full tummies, wondering when they would feel hungry next. Gemma awoke and wondered to the kitchen to find two yeast rings she had forgotten from the day before. She warmed them up a little, while having a cup of evening tea and reading a book. Even stale, these donuts were so good. She thought about Andre's bulging belly and why she liked looking at it so much. She wondered how much she could get him to eat next Friday. Distracted from her book, she got up and went to the pantry. Leftover chips from dinner the previous night! They sounded so good after sweet donuts. She happily munched the rest of the bag while reading.

Meanwhile, Andre had made himself a quick, carb heavy instant noodle bowl, adding cheese to make it a meal, before settling in for some evening television. The soup broth felt good filling his tummy again, as he chugged a glass of water to help with the saltiness. Sitting back, he gave his tummy a little pat, and thought of Gemma's little belly in her dress. He wondered if Gemma would slow down on the yeast rings when she realized her belly would become a regular friend if she kept eating those bready confections. It was then he realized that he actually wanted to see her belly get bigger and watch her continue to indulge. How interesting, he thought. He got that rush again. Good thing she will be back in the bakery on Monday!