chapter 3

*Rob*
Val once again teased me until I was ready to explode, then turned away from me and fell asleep. I didn't know what she was up to and I almost didn't care. We hadn't had sex in almost two weeks and I was so hard up I could barely think.

The next morning I awoke and rolled out of bed. I was standing there, stretching and working a couple of kinks out of my back, when Val came walked out of the adjoining bathroom wearing a towel.

"Down boy," she teased, swatting my engorged member. "Save that for later."

I desperately hoped she was serious this time, I didn't think I could last another day. The day was nice and relaxing, we mostly hung around and chatted. Some of the afternoon was passed playing games with Val and her sister. Joelle was a cute kid and I was glad she got along well with Val.

We didn't eat after breakfast as Val's mom didn't want us to ruin our appetites. I had offered a few times to help in the kitchen but her mom insisted she would do it all. As the afternoon wore, delicious scents began wafting in from the kitchen and my stomach started to grumble audibly.

"Easy tiger, we'll eat soon," Val laughed after a particularly loud rumble.

"I hope so," I joked. "I feel like I could eat the whole turkey."

Two hours later I was feeling like I had. I could see most of it sitting on the table in front of me, but I couldn't understand why. The aching stretching of my overfull stomach was telling me that I must have eaten a good 10 pounds of it. Plus potatoes, squash, rolls, corn, stuffing, green bean casserole, mac & cheese, and more.

"Want some more potatoes?" Val asked while she spooned some onto my plate.

"Don't forget to give him gravy for it," her mom instructed, passing the boat to Val.

"Here's some turkey, and have another roll," Joelle said from my other side, helping her sister refill my plate for the umpteenth time.

A belch rumbled up and I could only half-stifle it, which made both Val and Joelle beam in delight. I let my belt out to its last notch but didn't gain much relief, I still felt like I was being cut in half.

By the time they stopped refilling my plate, I felt ready to burst. The three of us retired to the living room while Val's mom cleaned up. I sat there, bloated and logy, while the sister chatted and caught up.

Barely had I started feeling some relief from my overindulgence than their mother popped in with plates of dessert. I noted that both girls got a tiny sliver while I had full-sized plate that could barely contain the three slices of pie plus ice cream.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~

*Joelle*
My mouth went dry as I watched Rob struggle to finish dessert. I was so distracted I could barely keep up my end of the conversation with Val and I'm sure she noticed. He seemed to puff up more with each bite, I was frankly amazed that his belt didn't explode from the strain of holding in his steadily expanding waistline.

When he was finally done he groaned softly and placed his plate on the seat next to him, leaning back on the couch in what I'm sure was a vain attempt to find relief from the pressure of his grossly overfull stomach. His shirt came untucked and slid a few inches up his bloated middle, treating me to the sight of his plump flesh spilling over his tortuously tight belt.

Val openly grinned at me as she reached over and softly massaged his exposed flesh. I felt quite flushed.

"What's the matter Jo, little warm in here?" Val teased.

"No, I feel quite fine," I lied, trying to keep the tremor out of my voice as I leaned back and crossed my legs nonchalantly.

Rob barely seemed aware of us, his eyes barely open as he struggled to stifle a belch. Val sat there looking as smug as the cat with the proverbial canary, lightly licking her lips as her fingernails traced patterns on his swollen paunch, "accidentally" easing his shirt higher and higher.

"Had enough to eat, babe?" Val asked Rob.

"Unnh, stuffed," he grunted, shifting slightly on the couch which only served to bare more of his succulent flesh.

"I bet, look at this this thing," Val giggled, patting his gloriously bulging midsection. "You look ready to . . . pop. Doesn't he, Jo?"

"Nothing wrong with a good appetite," I said, painfully aware of my quickened breathing and slight rasp of my voice.

"Rob certainly has that," she agreed, her hand continuing its navigation of his bloated equator. "Today was especially impressive. Sure you don't want seconds of dessert, babe?"

"No way," he groaned. "I'm so full I can't move. Stuffed to the rafters. You'll have to *brrp* roll me out of here."

"I'll be right back," I suddenly announced, getting unsteadily to my feet. "Just have to, um, run upstairs."

I silently cursed Val as I fled the room, her light laughter following me. Breathlessly arriving in my room, I immediately locked the door behind me before flinging off my clothes and throwing myself onto the bed. I gazed sightlessly at the ceiling as my mind's eye was filled with images of post-thanksgiving bellies, belts unbuckled and pants unbuttoned.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~