chapter 5

Jamie's week in New York was a whirlwind. Every day was filled with the most flavorful and filling meals and nights getting tipsy off of craft beers and sugary cocktails while networking with acquaintances. It seems as if other industry big wigs were also noticing her impressive work, and she had to keep pace as she was wined and dined, even after an already long day of eating She often found herself unlatching the clasp on her tight business slacks in the cab ride back to her hotel so her stomach could breath. Any thoughts of her previous plan of limiting her consumption as a food critic was completely abandoned and she collapsed in her bed every night with a belly that was almost painfully stuffed. During contemplative moments where she was being completely honest with herself, she could see herself getting used to this lifestyle. She was happy with the new found freedom of being able to explore the diverse spectrum of the culinary world. Plus, all this would be ending in a few weeks time once her boss returned from maternity leave, then it would be back to the same old dieting and gym routine. Not to mention, the looks she got from the men she encountered on her trip told her that she was sexier than ever, and she took pleasure in turning down countless advances. As she got dressed in preparation for her trek home, she opted for her sports bra instead of a selection from her collection of expensive lacy underwires. It would be more comfortable for the ride. She had a new routine of clasping her bras on the loosest adjustable eye hooks, and her breasts seemed to overflow from the small B cups giving her cleavage for the first time in her life. This change was not lost on Gabe when she finally got home. After being away for a whole week, he couldn't keep his eyes off of her. When she stripped off her clothes and he got to glimpse her slightly rounder perky tits her couldn't contain himself. He took his time caressing her, pinching and teasing her succulent erect nipples. When things progressed, he found himself enjoying grasping her hips and thighs with each thrust more than he ever could in the past. After a very satisfying mutual orgasm, they drifted off to sleep in post orgasmic ecstasy.

The next morning after her shower and daily routine, Jamie pulled out her favorite pair of jeans that she had been longing to wear after weeks dressed in only her stuffy office business casual skirt and pant suits. As Jamie pulled on the jeans they were a bittttttt tighter than she remembered them. With more effort than usual Jamie pulled the jeans up her thighs and fastened the top button. Yep, these jeans were definitely tighter than the last time she wore them, almost uncomfortably so. She examined herself in the mirror and noticed the same thing that happened with her gym pants last week, except a bit more exaggerated. The tight waistband of the jeans pressed into the soft flesh of her tummy and caused the slightest bulge, a burgeoning muffin top. She sat down on the bed, slightly flabbergasted. Her tiny gut folded over the top of her jeans where the tight denim cut into pillowy skin. Jamie was stunned. She ran into the bathroom and jumped on the scale, the first time weighing herself in over a week and a half. The numbers "136" flashed before her eyes. "Gabe!! I gained 8 pounds when I was in New York! I'm such a pig!!" yelled Jamie into the bedroom. "Yeah, I think it went all to your tits." Said Gabe with a smile "You look sexier than ever, do you have any idea how hot the sex was for me last night?" Jamie took a second to play back her orgasm in her head "Well you are right about that. But look at me, I'm bulging out of my favorite jeans!!." Gabe looked over at her over admiringly "You look ***ing amazing, just relax. You're just filling out, that's all. Believe me the weight has gone to all the right places, you've still got a tight little tummy." This caused Jamie to relax a bit, maybe Gabe was right. It's amazing the lies that you can convince yourself of when you don't want something to be true. But nevertheless, she was going to go back her old calorie counting regime starting Monday morning. But today was Sunday, so she figured she might as well enjoy one more night of culinary bliss. At the end of the day she collapsed into bed still wearing her tight jeans, just as stuffed as ever from some amazing Spanish food. She drifted off to sleep with Gabe wrapped around her, his hand resting on the plump bulge just above her waistband.