chapter 5

*Joelle*

I don't know why it took me until the last semester of my senior year to meet Brett, but I'm glad we finally crossed paths. Though he was a tall and lanky and you might not think he was my type physically, he had a great wit and sense of humor and quickly swept me off my feet.

Plus, he could really eat. Although he was quite thin, it was clear that he had quite an appetite and relied on his high metabolism and active lifestyle to keep him trim.

Enter me.

I started cooking for him regularly and encouraged him every meal to eat and eat until he could eat no more. After a month of dating he thought nothing of unfastening his pants after a meal. After two months he started commenting that he was putting on weight. After three months he was struggling to button his pants under his belly.

Every single pound seemed to go straight to his middle, which was just fine by me. I liked that he stayed kind of thin everywhere else, the contrast made his growing gut seem even bigger.

Fortunately we both stayed local after graduating college. We each had an internship during our senior year and ended up getting offered full-time jobs by the respective companies. That summer we transitioned into our adult lives, much of which meant sitting in front of a computer for eight hours a day for Brett.

Our places of work were quite close so we often met up for lunch. Brett would then slowly walk back to work while holding his overfull stomach. We had decided to get an apartment together even though we were just starting out relationship, partly because we just worked well together and partly for the financial benefit.

Dinners grew into more and more lavish affairs as I started experimenting more in the kitchen. By the time summer ended Brett was starting to waddle a bit with his gut that stuck out over a foot in front of him. By now his thighs and rear were starting to plump up a little too, although it paled in comparison to his bulging midsection.

With Thanksgiving around the corner I made it my mission to expand his capacity as much as possible. For too long Val had enjoyed being the queen feeder, I was determined to challenge her place on the throne.

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*Val*

I grinned as I got out of the car. It was Thanksgiving, my favorite time of year, and I had two big things to show off. The first was the rock sitting prettily on my ring finger. The second was the massive gut sported by my soon-to-be husband.

The last year had been pretty wonderful all around. Getting engaged to a wonderful, strong, loving man who was the delight of my life was obviously the highlight. Feeding him until it looked like I had knocked him up with twins was a close second.

I lightly rested my hand on his back as we walked up to the door, biting my lip slightly as I watched his belly bounce out of the corner of my eye. Rob of course indulged my odd preferences and had agreed to wear a rather snug shirt that did nothing to disguise his constantly expanding girth.

I had heard that Joelle was in a pretty serious relationship, but this was the first time I was going to meet him. She stayed rather coy during our conversations regarding his weight or appetite, merely mentioning that he was quite lanky when they met. I wasn't worried, I knew he wouldn't hold a candle to Rob.

"Val!" cried Jo when we walked in.

We hugged while the two men shook hands, then she introduced me to Brett. Possibly some signs of lankiness could still be seen, but I had to admit I was impressed with how much she had fattened him up in just six months or so. A generous belly spilled several inches over his waistband and was barely contained a clearly too-small t-shirt.

"I'm so glad to meet you," I greeted Brett. "It's always nice to have another guest at Thanksgiving."

"Just be careful," Rob warned. "These ladies are serious about their holiday eating."

"I'm not surprised," Brett chuckled, patting his gut. "I never weighed more than 170, but after six months with Jo I've put on almost 40 pounds."

"Eighty-three pounds in eighteen months," Rob remarked. "I guess you're on pace to pass me."

Joelle's eyes danced as we locked gazes. Oh, it was on.

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*Finale*

A long, rumbling belch broke the silence. For the first time ever, every dish had been cleared. And it was no mystery where the majority of the food now resided.

Rob and Brett sat across from each other at the table, pants open and grossly overstuffed guts bulging outward. Val and Joelle beamed at each other across the table, each trying to hide their excitement at the thought of dragging their bloated significant others up to the guest bedrooms for some good ol' fashioned adult activity.

Their mother surveyed the damage.

"I guess I'll have to make more food next year," she noted.

Brett moaned softly.

Two hours later the four younger adults sat in the living room together. Plates recently piled high with pie and ice cream were scraped clean. Val and Joelle each rested a hand atop a tremendously bloated paunch as their men succumbed to the inevitable food coma.

"I think this was a good Thanksgiving," Joelle noted.

"Quite good," Val agreed.

"Shall we do it again next year?"

"We must, definitely."

"I hope Rob will be feeling better by then, I noticed he couldn't quite manage a second piece of pumpkin pie."

"Well, that's probably because he ate nearly all the yams. It's a shame that Brett barely had a taste."

"Trust me," Joelle smirked. "Next year he'll polish them off if I have to use a plunger to get them down. As a matter of fact, I think I'll tell mom that she should double all her recipes next year, don't want to run out of food again."

"As always, you have the most brilliant ideas," Val smirked back. "I'd hate for either of these two boys to leave the dinner table still hungry."

"So . . . I think Brett could use a little, um, lie down," Joelle said, blushing slightly. "If you'll excuse us . . ."

Val smiled as she watched her sister lead her bloated boyfriend up to their guest bedroom. Then she let her hand trail down the front of Rob's swollen gut and squeezed him lightly.

"You remember what I promised you if you cleaned your plate?" she asked.

Rob could barely manage a nod.

"Let's go."

The End