chapter 2

*Joelle*
I was looking forward to seeing Val and Rob for Thanksgiving. It was always nice seeing my big sis of course, but I have to confess I had ulterior motives. I first met Rob just a week after they started dating and I was curious if several months of being with Val would have a certain effect on his figure.

Val and I have always had a habit of slightly overfeeding our boyfriends. Don't know why we're like that, but I know I go cross-eyed (and cross-legged) every time a guy finishes a meal with a groan and unbuttons his pants to make room for his swollen belly. It just sends chills up my spine.

I had to stop myself from running downstairs when I heard them arrive. When I casually strolled into the living room, I had to stifle an audible gasp.

There stood Val, smiling in satisfaction with her left arm wrapped around Rob's waist and her right hand resting possessively atop his rounded stomach. He must have gained a good 30 pounds at least.

My lower stomach tightened and I tried to keep my face neutral. Val of course knew the effect his would have on me, she smiled brightly at me as she gently rubbed the swollen curve of his gut.

"Hi Jo!" she chirped.

"Hello Joelle, nice to see you again," Rob added.

"Great to see you guys too!" I exclaimed, going over to give Val a hug.

I hesitated for a moment by Rob, not sure if he was a hugger or not. Fortunately he spread his arms and I hugged him quickly, just long enough to feel his bulging middle press against my flat midsection. Val winked at me when I caught her eye mid-hug.

I managed to avoid embarrassing myself too badly, forcing myself not to stare at Rob's lusciously expanded waistline. That evening at dinner I didn't even offer him seconds of anything and was a little surprised when Val didn't either. Of course our mother did and he graciously accepted, but I don't think our mom has ever met someone she didn't instinctively try to feed. It was sort of a miracle the two of us were so thin.

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*Val*
On the drive up to see my mom and sister for Thanksgiving, I had reached over while Rob was driving to slowly run my hand up and down the inside of his thigh. He moaned appreciatively when I finally unzipped his jeans to release his very aroused manhood. Keeping him on the brink for nearly the entire hour long drive was not easy, but I used every trick in the book until he was nearly babbling for me to finish him off.

Instead, I tucked him back in right before we got to my mom's house. The poor thing had to sit there for about 5 minutes until he was less visibly excited. Of course I wanted him at maximum sexual frustration when we sat down for dinner, my personal experience had shown that was a very effective way to incite a binge.

That evening, as we were getting ready to turn in for the night in my old bedroom, I picked up where I had left off. After he got into bed, I slowly undressed until I was completely bare, his eyes greedily drinking it all in. I turned off the light and slid in next to him, running my hand down his paunch and slipping it down the front of his boxers.

He was already quite excited. I slowly stroked him as I whispered all the naughty things I wanted to do to him, his hips bucking and his breathing growing ragged. After five or so minutes of keeping him on the edge, I kissed him gently on the cheek, bade him goodnight, and turned my back.

I smiled in the darkness, feeling a familiar tingle between my thighs as I envisioned what tomorrow would bring.

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