chapter 2 - beguiled

So the food thing started. When we started going out, she let me do most of the ordering but gradually over time started gently dictating the order based on my preferences, adding some things, encouraging me to try different and increasing amounts of foods. After each of these and other stuffings, she would intensely and erotically massage my belly. She was a phenomenal cook and started doing most of the cooking at her place. Plying me first with alcohol or a joint and appetizers, we - really, I - would wade into multiple courses with a variation of tastes and textures that resulted in me into eating a lot more than I normally would. It always ended with me overstuffed and uncomfortable, lying on her sofa while she cleaned up and prepared dessert. After a while, I would be able to sit up to have another joint and/of after-dinner drinks and - too much - dessert and watch comedy on television. As I sobered up a bit, I'd be given chocolate or a sorbet before we retired for some intense carnal pleasure preface by a tummy runb.

She also found out quickly that I was a sucker for touch - and her touch was like a drug. Her touch could lull me into such a relaxed and suggestive state, I'd be putty in her hands, so that if I was worked up about something work-related or another idiot driver, she could have me calmed to placidity within a minute. After large meals when I'd be stuffed to the gills, she would gently but firmly touch and stroke me paying particular attention to my distended middle. I didn't notice the pattern at first, but it seemed when she thought I was ready for seconds or thirds of dessert, her hand would slowly drift down my stomach and under my shorts - which with a shirt became the only things I'd be wearing after dinner - where she would softly rub me fully erect. By then, she'd have worked my shorts down to my knees or ankles, then firmly kiss my cock, and tell me to stay where I was while she got up and lilted off to the kitchen. Returning, she would tease and feed me until I was ready to explode, both gastronomically and carnally. Then, depending on her mood and appetites, she'd either pull me on top to mount her or get on top of me and mount me, blow me, or have me orally bring her satisfaction and then mount her.

I ended up spending more and more time with her at her place so that after six weeks, I gained about eight pounds and have to admit I was a little weirded out by it - I really thought my metabolism was too high to really gain.

She suggested I think about moving in with her - it would save me money and she'd be happy to take care of meals, cleaning and me. I said that I couldn't have her doing all the work and that I'd want her to count on me for the heavy lifting. She gave me her delicate, sweet chuckle and said I shouldn't worry, that I'd be "doing a lot of that anyway." And before I could even think about a response, she sprang up and kissed me, and went to make tea.

I went by the store one day at lunchtime and she ushered me to the back office leaving her mother in charge of the store. She was wearing a tight v-neck red sweater and a skirt that clung to her full round hips and ass. We started kissing and I couldn't keep my hands off her, wanting to touch everything she had and was. I soon had her red lipstick all over my lower face and was extremely worked up. I pulled her close and she put one hand on my chest and the other on my crotch, firmly massaging me there while she told me I had some work to do before we could do any of that, on the tiny office desk, she had laid out 3 big bacon-cheeseburgers, a huge order of fries and two large milkshakes with a litre of coke at the ready. I looked at her with an "aw, come on" expression, only to be told there wasn't much time and that I had to finish in the next 15 minutes before her mom came back. She sat me down and unwrapped the first burger and pushed it into my mouth forcing me to take a huge bite. She said that I had to chew faster, that there wasn't much time and began cramming the burger into my mouth before I had enough time to finish chewing the previous massive bite. After every few bites, she'd shove a huge mouthful of mayonnaise-laden fries into my overtaxed mouth. After the second burger and most of the fries I started to complain about being full which would get a response of "Sshhh! There's not much time!" and another huge mouthful of food.

My gut was stuffed and my pants and belt were digging into me so I fumbled to release my belt. This got me a "Stop that and pay attention! You can do that later," and I obediently moved my hands back to the sides of the chair. I somehow managed to chew and swallow all the burgers and fries. She then pushed a straw into my mouth and told me to suck and swallow. She soon became dissatisfied with how slow this was going and pulled the straw out of my mouth, the top off the shake and told me to tilt my head back and open my mouth. Putting the container to my mouth she started pouring the shake into me, fast enough that it started running out the sides of my mouth. I didn't want to get it on my shirt and suit and was told to swallow faster. My mouth and throat were freezing from the cold liquid and I barely noticed when she switched the empty container for another full one. I was so full I was in pain and a bit disoriented when I finished the second shake and had the coke bottle pressed to my lips and was told to keep swallowing. After about six swallows, I suddenly had to burp very badly and pushed her hands and the bottle away in time to let out a resounding belch that must've been heard throughout the store.

The release of pressure was a tremendous relief, and I flopped back exhausted. "C'mon, you have to drink at least half of this," she said and pushed the bottle into my face. I sat back and resignedly drained the bottle. I half-laid back in the chair with my legs spread to accommodate my painful, overstuffed and bloated gut while she smiled excitedly and rubbed it. "Wow! You did really, really well honey, you've got a big tummy now!" She delicately let my belt out till my pants took the strain, giving me and inch or two of relief.

"Now you sit here while I clean you up." She went over to the little sink and ran the water until warm and wet a face cloth. As she wiped up the lipstick and food, she told me how much she loved me and that I'd get a nice, big reward that evening. I smiled wanly as she helped my stand. She straightened my tie, smoothed my shirt to make me look at least somewhat presentable. "Oh my," she exclaimed, "you're going to need some new shirts" as she tried to adjust the gaps as my belly strained against the shirt buttons. "Your tie will cover most of it," she grinned slyly, patting my bloated stomach.

It was painful to walk as I made my way through the store, saying good-bye to her mother. "You too," she answered grinning. And steeling a glance at my swollen belly, she said, "Don't you work too hard. You should have a nap."