chapter 7 more, more, more

Sarah had a week's holiday to take from work. Unfortunately, Jason could not get the same week off work. She would have liked to go away somewhere, or visit friends, but she didn't like to without Jason. That prowler still had not been found. She was worried that if she went out alone, she could be the next victim.
On Friday, when they had both finished work, he decided not to cook. Unusually, he ordered pizzas for delivery. There were two ten inch meat feasts, one ten inch pepperoni and a free ten inch garlic bread pizza and a bag of chips.
He had her sit at the table and placed one of the meat feast pizzas in front of her on a plate. He sat opposite her and appeared to be eating the same thing, but it was an illusion. He had a triathlon race on Sunday. He had to load up with carbs. He had a plate of pasta in front of him with a healthy, low fat tomato sauce and chicken.
Sarah finished the first pizza with ease. She alternated between the pizza slices and chips, that Jason had coated with a liberal sprinkling of salt and tomato ketchup.
Jason opened the next pizza box and added a second layer of pepperoni from the fridge and a second layer of cheese. He put it in the oven to warm up and melt the cheese. The garlic bread was already covered in olive oil, but he thought it looked very dry to eat on it's own, so he added large knobs of butter and placed it in the oven to melt.
He placed both of them in front of Sarah and told her to eat them. The added ingredients made for a very messy meal. They simply slid off when she was lifting a slice to her mouth. The garlic bread was the worst. the melted butter had just slipped off the bread onto the plate, but the longer it sat there, the more butter the bread absorbed into it's core. When she picked it up, the grease would be dripping from the bread. It was all down her chin and down her front, but Jason would not allow her to wipe anything up.
She'd eaten three quarters of the second pizza and half the garlic bread when she felt full. She'd drank some fizzy orange pop to try and make room for another slice. She had to carry on. She was not allowed to stop. Her eating slowed down dramatically, but she forced the two pizzas down.
Then Jason put another pizza in front of her. Where had that come from? If there had been three pizzas and a garlic bread, he'd eaten one and she'd eaten the rest...? It didn't make sense!
She couldn't eat another pizza. Most definitely not! Two pizzas was enough for anyone and she'd eaten all the garlic bread and all the chips as well. Her belly felt tight and distended. Even her stretch trousers felt tight.
Jason sat beside her and fed her the pizza, slice by slice. There was no slacking when he was around! Somehow, he got the last piece to fit. Sarah was a mess. She had tomato and grease stains down her chin and all down her front. Her giant belly stuck out about a foot from the rest of her torso. He could see the skin shiny and tight because her tee shirt was so tight and had ridden up above her stomach mound. He pushed her stretchy trousers down underneath it and started to massage her.
"We need to make room for your ice cream" he told her.
Sarah wanted to object, but did not feel it was her place to. How could she possibly eat ice cream after eating the equivalent of four pizzas? She was distracted by the sensual rubbing of her tummy. Oh that felt good! Oh! Oh yes!
Within an hour, she'd consumed a whole tub of mint choc chip ice cream.
Jason helped her up the stairs and took her to bed. He really did know how to please a girl!
The next morning he served her usual breakfast in bed, but when she finally surfaced, still feeling bloated from the feast the night before, he had a full English fry up waiting for her plus a new addition to her diet, a milk shake. She'd only had one as part of a meal replacement slimming programme she'd once done. This shake was not like that at all. It was sweet and creamy and tasty. She was not to know that it contained double the recommended dose of weight gain powder, double cream, ice cream, melted chocolate, sugar and chocolate syrup.
She was not bothered about the fry up, but once she started eating she enjoyed the spiciness of the Cumberland sausage, the crispness of the bacon and the gooey eggs.
When she was finished she felt almost as full as she had last night.
Jason helped her to the sofa and turned on the telly.
He let her doze for an hour or so, then he woke her and turned on the games console.
She was drawn into the realms of fantasy. She did not notice Jason surrounded her with snacks and she did not notice when she started eating them.
The next day, Jason made sure she was comfortably ensconced in front of the video game machine with her new daily milk shake and snacks before he left her to compete in his triathlon.
On his return, she looked like she had hardly moved, but now she was surrounded by empty packets and empty glasses.
He smiled. That was exactly where he wanted her for her entire holiday. He might not be able to get time off, but he could make sure she got little exercise and plenty to eat!