Chapter 5 - time to confront ari

He could not seem to resist all of the wonderful things she feed him. Bite after bite he consumed almost with a madness he could not even begin to understand. It seemed the more he consumed the hungrier he became. He could not stop! In his dreams he became bigger and bigger it seemed as though he would almost pop. He could not longer see his feet, his tummy grew so large that he even had trouble putting his arms down to his side. Like Violet in the willy Wonka tale he grew fatter and fatter. He could not longer move as Ari seemed to push him backward onto a soft mattress and still she feed him even more. He could see his arms and legs wiggling madly in midair as his middle grew more and more outward. His clothing had long since split off his body and his stomach seemed to be nothing more than a large sphere. And yet it seemed he still could not be filled. Suddenly a loud noise startled him out of his slumber. His alarm had snapped him out of Ari's bed. Drenched in sweat he sat up the t shirt he had worn to bed was now riding over the top of a bigger dome than the night before. Rising from his bed he ran to the mirror.

Standing before his mirror his jaw dropped. He could not believe what he was seeing. Overnight he had to have grown at least another 50 pounds. His t shirt could not be pulled down anymore and his boxers looked ready to split the band cutting into him. He removed everything he had on and held his belly in his hands. It felt heavy and when he let go it almost bounced a bit. Turning to the side the whole of his belly did not fit in the smaller reflective surface. He ran for the bathroom and pulling his scale into the middle of his floor he stepped on and actually had to move his tummy out of the way to read the numbers. He was very close to right because the numbers showed not 50 ,but, 60 extra pounds! 110 pounds in just a few weeks how could this be?? Enough was enough he would find something he could wiggle into and it was time to confront the tiny girl who had done this to him.

The idea of finding something and actually doing so however proved to be more of a challenge than he thought. Trying to shower was a challenge he had not quite been ready for. Trying to scrub things around his huge belly was harder than he had ever managed. Trying to bend all the way to his feet was the most ridiculous thing he had ever experienced. Almost falling down on his face twice. It was an unweilding shape that he simply was not used to having any control over. And yet as much as he hated to admit it he actually enjoyed soaping that round middle. Finding almost against his will that he was aroused by it. Perhaps it was the memory of his dreams and his little mistress rubbing it as she fed him over and over and some of the other touches she gave as well. Shaking his head he came back into to the reality of the situation and quickly finished rising. He could no longer wrap his towels around his waist and drying himself was also a challenge he had to over come there were so many pudgy folds all over he thought it would take ages to get them all.

Finally dry his closet became the next challenge. All of his boxers were to small. Frustrated he began to pawn through his clothing trying to find anything he could even wiggle into. He grabbed his largest jeans and found that even though he managed to wiggle them past his hips trying to get the two sides of his waist band was going to be impossible. Laying across his bed he tried for several minutes to get the two ends to meet but it was not going to happen. He got the zipper halfway up and discovered they were not going to zip over his huge gut. He managed to get them back off still out of breath he found a pair of sweat pants that on his old body were pretty baggy now were skin tight. The would have to do he decided. Pulling a shirt off the hanger the largest shirt he had he sucked in as much as he could than buttoned it. The buttons pulled and strained to contain him. Running a very frustrated hand through his dark hair he found a pair of slip on shoes and pulling his coat off the rack buy the door he slammed the door behind himself.

Unlocking the door of his car he tried to slip behind the wheel of his car and found he did not fit behind the steering wheel. He bend down and had to pull the seat back. Leaving his driveway in a hurry he turned the wheel to head back out to the desolate road he had traveled that first night. He managed to find her driveway and speed up to the door. Opening his car door he was relived to unhook the seatbelt that had begun to dig into his belly. Walking up the steps to the door he was already slightly winded. He knocked loudly on the door. A servant opened and looked up at the large man standing on the threshold quickly covering her mouth at the rather shocking appearance of the man standing there.

Stepping inside after the maid Rob demanded to see Ari. The servant mumbled a quick yes sir and scurried from the room. The maid ran up the stairs to her mistresses room and knocking on the door quickly explained that they had a guest. She told her mistress that the man who had been there a few weeks ago with the car that had broken down was now standing in the front hall demanding to see her. Than she took a deep breath before she diplomatically explained that he looked a bit different. Ari laughed out loud in her delight and running a comb through her curls told her maid to bring her the prettiest dress she could find in the closet. The maid curtsied and quickly complied with her mistresses wishes. Moments later Ari was dressed and taking steps down the stairs trying to control her breathing. Would he truly look as wonderful as he did in her painting and in her very vivid dreams? She stopped in the middle of the staircase placing her hand on her chest she took one last deep breath her heart pounding and found herself at the bottom of the staircase.

Rob was faced away obviously agitated. When she softly cleared her throat he swung around. Ari caught her breath. He was amazing! In her wildest dreams she could not have imagined such a gorgeous creature. He was perfect! The man she had waited so many centuries of lonely thoughts and prayers for. She walked toward him as if in a dream. Her hand lifted toward him. Before he could say a word Ari stood before him her hand gently on his swollen middle. Touching as if to asses that he was indeed real. Rob could not move until she looked up into his eyes and as he took a breath just as in that first night a bottom popped right off his shirt. Seeing it go shooting across the room Rob opened his mouth to let her have the angry tirade he had planned when she looked down into her eyes and once again saw that look of complete worshipping arousal come into her eyes. Instead he was silenced completely when the widgeon actually stood on her tip toes and pulled his face down to hers kissed him with every ounce of passion she possessed . Ari had saved her hopes her dreams and herself for this very moment. Rob felt the anger drain out of his body as Ari touched him. She kissed him as if she would die if she could not. Finally she stepped back just enough to look up at him again. Then tearing her eyes away from his face she reached a trembling hand out to his chest feeling the heart beat there she smiled and surprised him even farther by sliding her hands to the middle of his chest where she began to unbutton that very tight shirt. Kissed each space as she exposed more that beautiful belly to her view. When she finished with the buttons she stepped forward and gently nudged his belly with her nose before kissing it again. Rob watched this little minx and could not deny the pure pleasure shining in her eyes.

Taking her cheek in his hand he gently tilted her head up. Looking into her eyes he cleared his own throat and asked her how this had happened. Ari came back into reality had the good grace to blush at her boldness. Taking his hand she led him to her room. The painting still sat upon the easel covered in a silk cloth. Letting go of his hand she stood next to the easel. Looking up at Rob again she told him a story... a story of a young girl who was given a gift. She told of the years she had searched through so many lands and how she had given up the night that a handsome stranger had knocked on her door asking for her help. Holding her hand out to him begging with her eyes for him to forgive her, but, that was the night she had lost the heart she had kept locked in a box afraid she would never be able to unlock it. The dust that had gathered so many years ago that she would never be able to feel what she did the moment she had looked into Robs blue eyes. She took a deep breath and explained that yes she had done what she had done out of desire and out of the love she knew was crazy to believe could be true but she prayed that it was. She looked into Robs eyes once more and than gave him the key. "Rob you can make things go back to what they were before all you have to do is destroy the painting behind that silk covering. I don't blame you for the anger I know you must feel, but , I beg you to please reconsider and be mine I would love you through all time and my heart shall forever belong to you."