Bellows Farm, a Prequel

Chapter 1

The company I work for, Dyna-Tech, located off of Route 128 in Massachusetts was planning on opening a new headquarters on a very large tract of land in Mississippi. The owner and chairman of board wanted to celebrate the decision by having a festival on the property prior to construction beginning. I was a junior executive with the company at the time and helped plan the event.

We hired a caterer who had worked with the previous owners of what had been a very large hog farm. While discussing the contract with them I noticed an extraordinary amount of food being provided/planned for. I asked why so much food, for only around two hundred people, the guy I was working with, who was quite fat by the way, said, you’ll see. I left it at that, thinking they know what they are doing.

When the company purchased the land, no one realized the ground water and soil were heavily contaminated with some of the enzymes and chemicals used to fatten up the hogs. Though thinking back when I attended the real estate closing with my boss, I noticed how obese the owner and his wife were. He had to weigh over four hundred pounds and she was nearly three hundred pounds. I didn’t think much of it at the time, thinking, “The deep south has reputation of obesity.”

My name is Matt, by the weigh, my boss who is an executive vice president is Joe. Joe is on the heavy side, as am I. His wife, Jill is slim, a work out nut, she a bit of a “trophy wife”, Joe knows this and tolerates her exercise obsession. My girlfriend, Claire is cute, a bit plump, and constantly worrying about her weight.

The “festival” was going to be over several days. Many of the company employees were invited and the cost of getting there was covered as were meals, lodging and transportation once there. We could bring spouses, but no children. The accommodations were tents, but this was what they now call “clamping”.

People start arriving, many went to their tents, which each had a shower facility with water provided by one of the wells on the property. After showers, quite a few people were quite hungry, especially the women. That’s when things started to get weird or to some of us, quite enjoyable.

Joe, Jill, Claire and I all went to the food area. Joe and me were surprised when Claire and Jill broke for the food lines, piling their trays with plates of heavy, rich food. We got trays as well, we were hungry, but not in the league with the women. Both of us watched in awe as Claire and Jill gorged themselves with the rich food. Then getting up, both sporting bloated tummies and got more food. We watched as Jill’s yoga pants got tighter and tighter on her expanding belly and booty. Claire’s shorts were also getting tight cutting into her now pronounced love handles and thickening thighs.

I looked around and all, I mean all of the women were doing the same thing. I saw co-workers who were vegans and vegetarians stuffing themselves with bratwurst and burgers. One of my friends at work, who I knew was a workout nut, was stuffing herself. Carol didn’t have a boyfriend and came down by herself. She saw me looking at her, giggled and patted her clearly bloated tummy bulge.

I was trying not to show how turned on I was watching all of these women binge eating. I did overeat myself as did Joe, but not in the league our “SO”s were eating.

Finally we managed to pry Jill and Claire from the food tent and go to one of the presentations by the chairman of the board. The girls squirmed and fidgeted during the whole talk. I noticed nearly all the women were doing the same thing. Many were looking back toward the food tents, licking their lips. I noticed more “wardrobe” malfunctions too.

The presentation ended and Claire and Jill announced they wanted to get some refreshments at the food tent. Well that was the excuse to go stuff themselves again. They went ahead of Joe and I, we got to the tent and watched again as all the women were stuffing themselves. Several had gone to their tents and changed into sun dresses to ease the feeling of too tight clothes as they gorged.

I noticed Claire had un-zipped her shorts and Jill yoga pants were nearly transparent showing off the pattern of her bikini panties. Joe nudged me, “Matt, are you as turned on as I am?” “Oh God, yes, Joe this is awesome!” We went and sat by the girls watching them gorge themselves. Just when we thought they would finish, they drank huge glasses of sweet tea and were hungry again! We drank tea, too, and indulged too.

We heard a “rip” and Jill giggling, “My booty just popped out of my pants!” A few minutes later Claire giggled, “I just broke the zipper on my shorts and the button popped off the waist band.” Claire and Jill high fived each other after poking their respective bellies.