chapter 2

"Ohmygosh, Stacy!" she exclaimed when she saw me. "Look at you!"


She grabbed my arms and looked me up and down. I was wearing fairly loose clothing but there was no way to hide an extra 30-plus pounds.


"Mm-mmm, you're looking good," she said, biting her lip. "Looks like you've been eating real well."


I blushed, very conscious of my extra weight.


"Well, there was a cruise and then a big project at work," I tried to explain. "I've been, ah, meaning to get back to the gym but now it's the holidays and . . ."


"Well I hope you're not going to try to diet today," Gabby grinned. "Thanksgiving is definitely not the day for limiting your appetite."


"Don't worry," I chuckled. "I have no intentions of holding back today."


"Mmm, good," she purred, biting her lip again.


I felt a little confused as we took our seats at the table for dinner. The way she was looking at me was rather . . . predatory? No, that wasn't it. But she was definitely eyeing me up in a way that made me feel kind of funny.


I stayed true to my word and did not hold back at all during dinner. Gabby still made a habit of dumping a spoonful of something on my plate each time a dish was passed around so I had a hard time keeping track of exactly how much I ate.


After about an hour I was starting to feel rather flushed with the all too familiar sensation of overeating. My formerly loose blouse now clung to my ballooning midsection and the waistband of my slacks was slicing into my bloated tummy.


"Alright, let's get this cleared up and I'll bring the pies out," Aunt Terri announced.


"I'll be *hic* right back," I said, excusing myself from the table.


I don't think anyone but Gabby noticed.


In the bathroom I immediately reached down and unfastened my slacks. The pressure of my overfull stomach also forced the zipper down. I turned sideways and lifted up my shirt. In the mirror I could see my belly jutting outward like I was seven months pregnant.


I rubbed my stomach for a few minutes and belched quietly. Knowing there was no way I was fastening my pants again, I took a hair tie and looped it around the button and through the button hole to keep them closed. I was able to pull my blouse down enough to hide the embarrassing evidence of my gluttony.


Back at the table I found a plate waiting for me with 3 kinds of pie and several scoops of ice cream.


"I wasn't sure which kind you wanted, so I got you some of each," Gabby grinned impishly.


I took a deep breath, hiccuped, and dug in. It never really occurred to me to not eat it all. After all, it was Thanksgiving.


We spent most of the evening with the rest of the family in the living room, everyone groaning about how much they had eaten. I noticed Gabby didn't seem to be as stuffed as most, but she was hitting the wine kind of hard.


Several hours later I was feeling less bloated and everyone else had left the house or gone off to bed. Both Gabby and I were staying in one of the guest rooms with two twin beds. She had gone back into the kitchen and I heard her rustling around a bit and then heard the distinctive beeping of the microwave. I went into the kitchen to see what she was doing, figuring that she probably decided it would be good to eat a bit more to soak up the alcohol.


"Getting hungry?" I asked as I walked in.


"Oh this? This isn't for me," she replied with a mischievous wink.


"No, really, I've had more than enough," I protested, seeing where this was going.


"Have you," she asked, sashaying over to stand behind me. "Are you sure you're not a wee bit hungry?"


Her hands snaked around my waist to squeeze my belly.


"Okay, very funny, I put on some weight," I replied, turning to face her.


"You certainly did, I couldn't believe my eyes when I saw you," she said, inching toward me as I backed up slowly. "My little Stacy got so . . . so . . . plump."


My bum made contact with the counter and I realized I had nowhere to go. I gulped loudly as Gabby stared at me, her eyes smoky and lips parted slightly. She pressed herself against me, her firm form molding to my softer body as she reached past me and opened the microwave. She extracted a plate full of leftovers and grabbed a fork from the counter.


"Open wide," she breathed.


I was shaking as she fed me the first bite, absolutely overloaded with conflicting thoughts and feelings.