Chapter 9 - part 2 cont

Just weeks later it was time for the infamous Thanksgiving dinner. I think Laura was more excited to make the meal than I was to eat it, and I was really looking forward to it. The wonderful smells began to waft from the kitchen around noon, but Laura kept me away until it was time to eat.

My stomach was grumbling and my mouth was watering by the time we finally sat down. I was not wearing maternity pants but I had indulged Laura's request to wear an old pair of leggings and a sweater that now barely covered my midsection. The waistband of the leggings was elastic, but it still dug into my soft middle and created a very noticeable muffin top.

"This is so amazing!" I exclaimed.

The meal looked like something out of a magazine, every dish was picture perfect. Knowing Laura, it would taste even better than it looked.

"Eat up," she winked at me.

I didn't need a second invitation. I tried to eat slowly to savor the delectable dishes, but my first plateful was gone before I knew it. Laura just smiled as I loaded up again, she knew I was just getting warmed up.

Three plates in, my belly felt warm and happy. After four I felt a familiar tightness as my stomach expanded. During my fifth plate, I paused a few moments between each bite as I started to reach my capacity.

"More?" Laura asked when I finished.

"Ooh, no," I sighed. "I'm stuffed, babe."

"Okay, I'll go get dessert," she grinned.

As full as I was, those words still made me excited. Laura brought out all the desserts and began to serve them up for me without even asking what I wanted. I ended up with a full dinner plate containing apple pie with vanilla ice cream, pumpkin pie with whipped cream, pecan pie, and a couple cannolis.

I leaned back slightly and slid the waistband of my leggings down under my swollen gut. Laura caught the move and bit her lip, which of course caused a certain warmth to build between my thighs. Our eyes locked as I began to eat, my glutton transforming into foreplay.

We were both breathing quite heavily, although probably for different reasons. Laura's face became flushed, she gripped the table and her bosom heaved. I was burping quietly every few bites, desperately trying to get every morsel into my ballooning belly. My thighs rubbed against each other as the pressure built, the naked desire in Laura's eyes spurring me on to new levels of indulgence.

Finally I dropped my fork onto the empty plate and groaned loudly. "I'm soooo full."

"Can you get up?" Laura breathed.

"Only if you *urp* help me," I told her.

In a flash she was by my side and holding her arms out. With her assistance I did manage to rise to my feet, arching my back to offset the weight of my heavy gut. I waddled up to our bedroom, Laura by my side every step of the way, her hands kneading my meaty rear.

In the bedroom I stopped and gasped as I saw my reflection in our full length mirror. With the waist of my leggings slung beneath my belly and my sweater retreating upwards, my bloated lower belly was now bared.

"I'm so fat," I said, wide-eyed.

"You're perfect," Laura whispered in my ear. "Now let's get you more comfortable."

In moments I was naked and falling on my back.

"Oof, can't," I groaned. "Not . . . on . . . my . . . back."

"I have an idea," Laura told me.

She arranged a couple pillows on the middle of the bed and helped me onto my hands and knees. I felt ridiculous, face down and butt pointing up, but it did relieve the pressure on my stomach.

"That does feel nice," I told her. "But I can't really do anything from this position."

"Don't worry, I'll take care of everything," Laura reassured me.

"What do you mean, everything?" I asked. "I feel like a stuffed turkey here."

"Well then I guess I'll have to eat you up," she purred.

"What do you - oh!" I exclaimed, my eyes popping open. "Oh, ah, oooooh, baby!"

Some time later I was laying on my side, spooned by Laura, catching my breath as my eyes slowly uncrossed.

"Thank you," I murmured. "That was so . . . perfect."

"Thank you," Laura replied, pressing herself tighter against my back.

We drifted off to sleep with her arm draped over me, hand resting on my belly.

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