chapter 1 cont

You might think that after the first 24 hours of our bet, my confidence would be flagging. Truth be told, I really wasn't that worried. I knew more calories would be coming in, but I also knew my already fast metabolism would speed up a bit to take care of them. Plus, it's not like I would be spending every single minute with Vanessa. I would have ample opportunity to get some exercise.

After breakfast on the 2nd day, she ran out for a few errands while I got down to work. I would have gone straight down to the basement to exercise but I was feeling a little queasy from the incredibly large, heavy breakfast. After an hour or so getting some work done, I was merely feeling a little bloated. I threw on my workout gear and went downstairs.

It wasn't a pleasant experience, as my still full stomach protested every time I did something strenuous. I definitely felt sluggish and lethargic, but I told myself that every little bit would help. I really, really wanted to keep my total gain under 20 pounds.

After my workout, I took a shower and fantasized about what it would be like to feed Vanessa for a year. I had all sorts of ideas of exactly what I'd do. The mental image of a much plumper Vanessa spilling out of her clothes, groaning and holding an incredibly stuffed belly, was enough to help me ignore the bulge of my own midsection.

When I got out of the shower, Vanessa was waiting in the bedroom.

"Have a nice workout?" she asked with a smile.

I eyed her warily. There was nothing in our agreement saying I couldn't exercise, so I didn't need to act like I got caught in anything. On the other hand, I didn't want to tip my hand to how I planned on keeping my weight down either.

So in the end I just grunted something noncommittal and started to get dressed. Vanessa was unpacking a couple bags of clothes, which seemed to include some men's sweatpants.

"What are those for?" I asked.

"Oh, I think you'll eventually need something with a stretchy waistband," Vanessa winked at me.

"You know I hate sweatpants," I replied. "There's no way I'm wearing those."

"Give it time," she giggled. "By the time falls comes around something tells me you're going to have a hard time squeezing into any of your jeans. Pretty soon you'll be growing a big ol' gut and these sweats will be the only thing your *** will be able to fit into."

I just shook my head and scoffed. Of course I didn't believe that would ever be true, but the way she said it still sent chills down my spine.

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The next week or so went by pretty much as you'd expect. I didn't get too much free time, so I was only able to squeeze in two short workouts. The middle-of-the-night feedings continued which also negated a lot of my plans to exercise.

I'm not sure how best to describe the experience, other than to say it was "uncomfortable". Never one to overindulge in the past, I now found myself having to eat past the point of comfort several times a day. In fact, there were some days that I felt constantly gorged and bloated from the time breakfast ended to the time I went to bed.

Vanessa did a good job of mixing up the snacks and meals so that there wasn't too much repetition, but they did all have some things in common. Everything I ate was loaded with fat, carbs, and calories. It was one thing to simply eat a little too much. It turned out to an entirely different experience being stuffed to the gills with fatty, sugary, carb-laden fare.

The time spent recovering from each meal grew longer, not to mention the innumerable snacks that filled up the time between meals as well. No matter how many times Vanessa stuffed me, I just couldn't get used to the feeling of bloated discomfort.

While I wasn't yet really worried about the eventual outcome, I did find myself hoping that she would at some point lose interest in this. It wasn't too surprising that she was so excited about this at the beginning of our little bet, but it would be nice if she lost some momentum as time went on.

Probably the most noticeable change so far has been my capacity. Even after only a week or so of stomach-stretching stuffings, I was already eating much more per day than I ever thought I could. This was another reason I was hoping Vanessa would let up soon. At the current rate of increase, I'd be eating a truly ridiculous amount of food each day by the time this whole thing ended.

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"Hey, we're getting some responses already," Vanessa called to me from the computer.

I was sitting on the couch, shorts unbuttoned as I drowsily rubbed my achingly full stomach. After a large breakfast, two sizable snacks, and a heavy lunch full of fried foods, I was feeling swollen and lethargic.

"Oh yeah?" I replied, wincing as I stifled a belch.

"Mm-hmm," she smirked, glancing over at me. "JoBo451 says she's really excited to see you pork out big time. She thinks I can probably fatten you up by at least 30 pounds and is looking forward to seeing you pop all the buttons off your pants."

I grunted noncommittally. That was not a mental image I wanted to dwell on.

"BrittanyBellyBuster says she's really looking forward to the before and after comparison shots. She also says she wants to see pictures of you lying down after a big stuffing with your stomach sticking up so much you can't see the rest of you behind it."

This was not getting any better.

"Scotty96578 says he's rooting for you, he's hoping that you'll win the bet and fatten me up by at least 100 pounds."

I smiled, now this was more like it.

"But he's a little worried by how much I'm planning your feedings," Vanessa continued. "And he thinks at this rate your chances aren't looking good."

I scowled as she looked at me and giggled.

"I'll be fine, we'll see if you're still laughing in six months," I told her.

"Yeah, we'll see," she shot back with a grin. "We'll see just how long it takes you to waddle down to the kitchen in the morning for breakfast with your fat gut sticking way out in front of you."

"You're ridiculous," I sighed. "Just have your fun while you can. I don't want to hear you complaining in a year when you're only halfway through your feedings and can barely cram your giant ass into size 14 jeans."

I could tell Vanessa was getting a little aroused as we went back and forth, and I have to admit I was as well. We both really enjoyed the thought of the other one ballooning up helplessly. Our teasing grew in intensity until she joined me on the couch, her hands rubbing my middle as we started undressing each other in a frenzy.

A while later we were sprawled out on the floor, trying to catch our breath. I had my eyes closed as I continued to imagine a much larger Vanessa struggling to pull size 14 jeans up over her inflated thighs. My reverie was interrupted by a jab to my stomach.

"Ready for a snack, tubby?" she asked.