chapter 2

Back at home the couple had collapsed on the couch and Amy was opening a large meat feast pizza 'to share', or so she had told James. She nibbled mouse-like at her first slice, managing only half of it before pretending to be struck by a fearsome headache. She made her excuses and quickly headed for bed; leaving all that temptation staring her weak-willed husband right in the face.

'Would he indulge?' thought Amy as she slipped under the bedcovers, knowing full well she wouldn't be able to sleep until she knew the answer. She listened intently to the sounds that crept up the stairs from the lounge. She swore she heard a loud belch after half an hour.

'Pig,' she giggled to herself beneath the blankets.

After about 30 to 40 minutes of dreaming pleasantly about James's growing waistline, James appeared next to her in bed, reeking of alcohol and pizza. His stumbling had woken her up. And as soon as he was settled beside her, she decided that she couldn't wait till morning to examine the scene of the crime - if in fact one had been committed at all. She got up quietly and headed towards the stairs, closing the bathroom door as she passed it, so James would figure that she'd popped to the loo if he was still awake, which she very much doubted given the snores that now came from the bedroom. Amy crept downstairs excitedly, her heart full of hope and her eyes shining brightly.

She must have surveyed the aftermath of her husband's exploits for a good ten to fifteen minutes, drinking the scene in. She counted four beers and found that the entire pizza was gone, crust and all. Even her own half-nibbled slice! And he hadn't even tried to hide the evidence; the bold glutton that he was. She even thought a few spoonfuls of ice cream had disappeared too, the mint choc chip encrusted spoon in the sink the only incriminating clue. She checked the tub in the freezer. It certainly looked a little lighter on contents than she could recall.

'Such a greedy pig!' she thought delightedly; rapidly trying to estimate the calories he had consumed that night in the lounge alone. 'Mmmm, he's gonna get so big,' she whispered to herself, before her subconscious interjected, 'and I'll help him'. She was so turned on by the evidence of his gluttony, his inability to say no to temptation, that she figured he'd more than earned his reward for tonight. And God did she feel like she needed it too at that point.

Her heart quickened as she crept back upstairs quickly, but quietly, opening the bathroom door gently and flushing the toilet to complete her call of nature rouse. She entered the bedroom and proceeded to slide back into bed beside a clearly bloated James. She kissed him gently on the shoulder as she used her supple hands to massage his body all over, rousing him and bringing him to attention, ready for what was to come.

'Whaaaa?' James mumbled drowsily as Amy got on top of him and began to ride him - cowgirl style - her hands exploring his bloated belly with carefree abandon - not uttering a word as the couple copulated vigorously in the dark. She figured there was now at least 25-30 lbs more to him than when they had first met. And as her eyes became accustomed to the darkness, she swore she caught glimpse of a double chin from her vantage point atop her husband as he lay there, trying - before he was disturbed - to greedily sleep off all that indulgence. They both climaxed within minutes, and whilst relaxing in a post-coital embrace, a confused James kissed his wife on the cheek.

'What brought that about babe?' he queried sleepily, but fortunately for Amy, he fell asleep before she had to concoct a credible reply.

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