chapter 4

*Val*
Even though I enjoyed teasing my younger sister and watching her get all worked up, I had to admit that I was affected just as much by my boyfriend's exploits at the dinner table. He was well and truly stuffed, a state that very much lit a fire in my own nether regions as well.

"Alright big boy, let's head upstairs for a bit," I told him, unable to wait much longer before pouncing.

"Ugh, really?" he asked. "I'm so bloated right now."

I leaned over and whispered in his ear the many things I'd do to make it worth his while, still pressing my palm against the taut expanse of his stomach. In the end I had to help him to his feet and couldn't help but giggle as waddled, swaybacked and moaning softly, up the stairs to the bedroom.

Once we were in the room and the door was closed (and locked), I helped him shed his clothes. In just a few minutes he stood there, completely naked and swaying slightly as he rubbed his impressively swollen gut.

My lips curled into a wicked grin when I saw something else was impressively swollen as well. He stood transfixed as I disrobed as well, leaving every stitch on the floor.

"Looks like you enjoyed your meal," I purred, standing so his firmly rounded belly just touched my own flat midsection.

"It was good, but I'm soooo full," he moaned, stifling another burp.

"I know, just look how far you stick out," I said, nodding to the floor length mirror next to us.

It was a pretty incredible contrast between my slim figure and his fattened form. He turned to look at himself and I stood behind him, reaching around to rub his protruding belly. When I lightly smacked the side of his gut I was rewarded with a satisfying thud, he was most certainly packed full.

Then I slid my hands lower and gripped him firmly.

"Let's get you comfortable, big guy," I purred in his ear.

I tried to be somewhat gentle as I rode him, but the sight of him laying there holding his overstuffed belly spurred me on. His audible groans and half-stifled belches had me soaring to completion quite quickly, and I wasn't the only one.

Afterward I laid next to him as he drifted off to a much-deserved nap, stroking his domed middle.

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*Rob*
The morning after Thanksgiving Val walked around a huge smile on her face. After a ridiculously large breakfast (I was still full from last night), we hung out for a little while before heading home.

On the car ride back, she was driving for a bit so I had opportunity to take stock of my recent changes. I noted that the buttons on my shirt seemed to be straining a bit to contain my new girth, making me wonder how much weight it was possible to gain from one meal.

I also decided that I owed Val a bit for the teasing she had done on our drive up. I made a point of stretching in an exaggerated fashion so my shirt slid up a bit and she could see that my jeans were unbuttoned.

"On man, I feel like I gained 10 pounds there," I remarked, patting my paunch. "I might have to go clothes shopping tomorrow, can't even button my jeans anymore."

Val glanced over and licked her lips slightly.

"I mean, it doesn't make any sense to diet during the holidays, right?" I continued. "I'll have to make sure to buy some clothes with some room in them. If I keep eating like this, I'm going to pack on some serious weight."

I bit back a chuckle as I saw the number on the speedometer slowly increase. I kept at it for the rest of the ride, talking about how fat I was getting and how all the larger meals were having such an impact on the size of my gut.

I think that day we set a record for the trip between her mother's house and her apartment. When we got back, we took our luggage in and she immediately tried to pull me up to the bedroom.

"I dunno babe," I hesitated.

"What is it?" she asked, looking almost frantic.

"I'm just really hungry," I told her, fighting to keep a smile off my face as I rubbed my stomach. "I think I could go for a pizza from Nick's Pizza Palace."

She had her phone out immediately and was placing an order for a large meatball and sausage pizza, my personal favorite. I overheard her promise a $20 tip if the driver could get it here in less than 30 minutes.

We unpacked a bit while waiting for the pizza, Val fidgeting and constantly glancing at the clock. When the doorbell rang she sprinted to the door immediately and practically threw money at the poor kid.

I took my time eating, partially because I really wasn't super hungry to begin with. It took a good amount of effort, but I forced down every single slice before leaning back and unzipping my jeans.

"Ooh, I feel ready to pop," I said quite truthfully. "I don't think I can even move."

Val then stood up in the middle of the kitchen, took off all her clothes, and knelt down in front of me. I sighed in pleasure as she unbuttoned my shirt and began a very sensual massage of my swollen belly. Finally I gave in and suggested a trip to the bedroom, I of course waddled there slowly while she practically sprinted, already completely naked and in the bed by the time I arrived.

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