Chapter 1

“We can stop on the way to the lake and get some food. The hot dog place is running a 12 dogs for 12 bucks special. French fries are a dollar, too. That will make it four hot dogs and some fries for each of us... Can you eat that?”

Bill replied that he could, and Amy said that she should be able to, but she didn't inspire much confidence. So, we stopped, got the food and headed to the lake. It was a nice drive, but the day was starting to heat up. Bill and I brought fishing poles, and Amy brought a blanket to lay on. Amy is Bill's sister, and she's been coming with us more often lately, not that I mind.

The access road for this part of the lake has a gate, for which I have a key. The only other way to access it is by boat. I unlocked the gate, drove through, locked it and put the truck in four wheel drive. It's just one of those great real estate deals that you seem to only hear about from other people. One day, I'll build a house here, but that day is in the future.

We arrived at the sandbar, and set up in the shade to eat. It seemed that as the temperature increased, appetites decreased. I guess Amy and Bill were more used to air conditioning and being inside.

Not surprisingly, Amy was the first one out.

“Sorry guys, I guess 2 hot dogs and some fries are my limit today. I'm going to go lie down and digest.” She had stripped down to a bikini to catch some sun.

“I guess that's more for us”, I said, looking over at Bill.

“I'll finish the rest of these fries, but I think 3 is my limit”, he said as he went to cast out his line.

“They won't stay good for very long in this heat. I guess I'll try to finish the other three.”

The most hot dogs I've ever eaten has been 8, but I didn't have fries with them. It feels like my stomach has stretch out lately, so I didn't think it would be a problem. Number five went down fine, as did number 6. I could feel my stomach stretching a bit with number 7, though. Fortunately, Amy rolled over and asked if there were any fries left.

“I'll just take a few more, you can have the rest”, she said.

“I'm not sure how much more I can cram in here”, I said as I patted my belly, which was now visible through my shirt.

She started talking, telling me a bit about herself, and as she finished talking I noticed I had finished the rest of the fries.

“Well, I'm going to lay here a while longer, while you guys fish, before I get in the shade.”

“Okay”, I said as I finally managed to stand up.

Bill had moved down the bank a ways, so I went over to see what he was using.

“You know she likes you, right?”, he said as I walked up.

“Huh?”, I said because he caught me off-guard.

“You know she likes you, right?”, he repeated.

“I'm getting that idea...”, I replied.

“Well, you don't have to get that idea, I'm telling you for sure. If you do go out with her, just be careful.”

“Why is that?”, I said.

“Her last boyfriend dumped her after a month. He said he'd gained 15 pounds during that month, he didn't like it, and sent her a text to break up. She likes to watch guys eat, and has been known to buy extra food to help with that. Fortunately for the guys, she still likes to get out and do things and doesn't want them trapped at home.”

“I must have put on a show today...”

“You do look like you've swallowed a volleyball... About the show today, I must confess that I probably could have eaten another hot dog, and I bet she could have, too. As her brother, I just want to see her happy, so I went along with being full. Don't feel like you have to go out with her, just because she's my sister, but I think you two would be good together.”

“I see... So much to think about...”

We fished a while longer. As I walked around, the pressure in my belly eased up a bit. Soon, the occasional cloud had departed giving way to direct sunlight and an increase in the temperature. I noticed Bill and Amy had both retreated to the shade. I cast a couple more times and headed over to join them.

As we sat there, Amy spoke up, “Does anyone want ice cream? My treat...”

Bill said he could go for some. I said I probably could.

“There's a little shop over on the other side of the lake”, she said.

“I've seen the sign for it, but I've never stopped there.”

“You've been missing out then”, she said.

We loaded up the truck, and headed back to the main road. It is a crew cab truck, on the way up she sat in the back. On the way back she sat in the middle up front. I felt her elbow brush the side of my belly a couple times as we headed around the lake. We pulled in the lot and got out of the truck. She got out the driver's side, and seemed to stumble as she got down, so I caught her. I didn't notice her hand on my belly until she took it off.

“Thanks”, she said, “you guys go sit down while I order.”

Bill and I sat down at a table over looking the lake as we waited.

“Are you still thinking?”, he asked.

“I'm thinking yes”, I said.

“That's good. Well, I hope you're ready for this...”, he said.

Amy arrived at the table carrying a tray.

“These are their special banana boats...”, she said.

Banana boat is a bit misleading. These were more like banana battleships; three mounds of ice cream about six inches tall, with a banana on each side, chocolate, strawberry and pineapple toppings, whipped cream, and three cherries.

Bill's seemed to be a bit smaller, so he finished first and said something about the bait shop, and left us there overlooking the lake. We talked between bites of ice cream. We had to eat fairly quickly because of the heat, but I noticed her slowing down. She was wearing shorts, but hadn't put her t-shirt back on and was still wearing the bikini top. As she stretched, I saw why she was slowing down. She was definitely getting full, her belly was sticking out quite a bit.

“I guess I'm about done”, she said as she put her hand on her belly, “do you want the rest of this?” She had finished the bananas and part of the rest, leaving some melted ice cream.

Somehow, I had finished mine as I was watching her. I felt like I had swallowed a battleship...

“Are you sure you don't want it? It's melted enough that you could probably drink it...”, I said.

“Well, maybe a little more...”, she replied.

I scooted even closer and held the boat up as she drank the melted ice cream. Before long, she too had finished.

“I look like I've swallowed a volleyball... a very cold volleyball... Feel it.”, she said as she put my hand on her belly. It was very cold and very firm.

“I think I'm more basketball sized...”, I replied.

Bill happened to show up, and we slowly headed for the truck. I helped her up in the truck, and she dozed off on the way to their home. She was still in an ice cream coma, so I helped her out of the truck, and Bill helped her into the house. He came back out to get his fishing equipment out of the back.

“Like I said, I think you two would be good for each other...”

“Have her call give me a call when she wakes up...”