Chapter 4 - "i can't believe i ate the whole thing!"

"So you are my first victim - uh, I mean, first player in this game," she says, wicked tone returning to her voice now.

"Why the blindfold?" I ask.

"So you won't know how much I'm feeding you, and you won't be so concerned about whether you can eat it all or not." She talks some more, but her words fade as she pushes the glass of champagne to my lips and I take a huge gulp.

Everything goes a bit blurry after that. I just remember the two of us being silent as more and more and more food and drink are pushed between my lips. I chew quickly, swallow and open my mouth to more and more.

Finally, she stops and unties the blindfold. I see that I have eaten the entire huge meal -- everything except for a roll she is nibbling upon, her perfect pink lips looking so shiny and succulent in the candlelight.

"There, I fed it all to you," she announces proudly. "All except this roll."

"Gawd, I have never been so full!" I say. "I can't eat another bite."

"Come on, you only have one more roll," she playfully pouts. "Come on, eat it for little old me."

She pushes the roll to my lips, and I open wide as she stuffs it in. I chew it slowly for what seems minutes in the silence of her staring beautiful face. Then, I swallow and burp loudly, breaking the quiet atmosphere.

Her giggle again fills my ears. "You lied," she says playfully. "You said you couldn't eat another bite, and yet you could. Now that I know this - " her words stop, drifting off as she reaches over and touches my newly expanded girth.

I groan loudly now at her touch.

"Oh, how tight and hard your belly is now!" she nearly squeals, her eyes glistening with tears of joy. Then she goes silent before announcing, "Time for dessert, Big Boy."

"Ugh, I can't," I protest. "I'm stuffed full."

"Oh, I'll make all this worth your while," she says sensuously as she heads to the kitchen, her hips swaying seductively. Soon she is returning with the chocolate cheesecake dessert in a 9-by-14-inch glass baking dish. I pull myself forward to reach for my dessert dish, but she pushes me back in my chair.

"What the heck!" I moan.

"You won't need a dish, tubby," she says firmly as she gathers some of the sweet creaminess into a huge serving spoon. I see the determination in her eyes, and I feel myself tense up. She reaches over and touches my face, saying, "Relax, and let's have fun."

I nod my head, and I feel myself melting against the heat of her slender body moving closer to me, her face now just inches from mine, the spoonful of cheesecake between us.

I close my eyes, open wide, and I feel the chill and taste the sweet cheesecake upon my tongue. Oh, gawd, it is delicious! It's a recipe from my aunt who used to boast, "It's so tasty and addictive, it will put love handles on your love handles."

I feel the gargantuan meal settling some in my stomach, and I believe I do have more room left, particularly when I burp loudly after a few bites. Nancy chuckles at the reverberation of my burping, then scoops up another spoonful.

"I don't think I'll be able to move after this," I mumble between bites.

"Good," she says, now laughing like an evil mad scientist. "Bwhahahahah. Now, I have you just where I want you, dear," she says with a deep throaty voice. I feel a thrill at this point and shift my weight carefully in my chair.

For a while, she feeds me small amounts, graduating to heaps of the rich decadent dessert on the spoon, piled so high I can't get my lips around it without getting some on my top lip. Occasionally, she leans over and licks my lips and face clean, moaning, "Mmmm, you taste so good - I mean, this cheesecake is delicious."

She feeds me each spoonful slowly and carefully as if even she is afraid I might burst open at any moment. Before I know it, she's scraping the bottom of the baking dish, then pushing a few errant graham cracker crust crumbs into my mouth with her slender fingers, letting me suck upon them for a delicious moment of ecstasy.

"I can't believe I ate the whole thing!"

"You should be proud, and you made me proud, chubby," she says, wiping my face with a napkin. "Are you good and full and satisfied now?"

"Yes," I say. "Let's go to the couch - that is, if I can get up."

(to be continued)