chapter 1

“Baby, where are you? I’m so hungry! I need you to feed me!”

She called out to him from the bedroom where she lay scantily clad upon the bed, licking her chops and rubbing her overinflated gut as it lay before her like a giant fatty slab of meat.

“I’ll be right there, sweetheart!” he called to her from the kitchen. He quickly loaded up a tray full of goodies that he knew his beloved wife would enjoy and scurried off toward the sound of her voice.

“Ah! There you are,” she said to him as he entered the room; she smiled brightly at the sight of all the delicious delights that he held in his hands. “Ooh, and you’ve brought me breakfast in bed. I knew there was a reason I married you. Bring it here!”

He put the tray down beside her on the bed and watched as she tore into it ravenously. She had no sense of decorum when she got this hungry; she just stuffed her face like a madwoman.

“Mmm, look at these stacks of pancakes and waffles, sausage links and strips of bacon, ham steaks and home fries — yum!”

Retreating back to the kitchen, the young husband stacked up yet another tray full of goodies for his wife, as he knew full well that what he had just brought her would only hold her over but for so long. When he returned to his wife’s side he observed that the huge plate of food he’d just brought to her was now empty, and her big full belly seemed to look a big bigger and a bit fuller.

“Ooh, are those donuts?” she asked.

“From Kane’s,” he replied, having gotten up at the crack of dawn to do some major food shopping as well as stopping at a few of his wife’s favorite bakery. “I know how much you love their donuts.”

“Oh yeah, baby,” she cooed as she grabbed a donut in each hand and began stuffing them in her mouth. “You know just what I like — let me get more of those. They’re so good, keep ‘em coming!”

Seeming to be content for the moment, the man set the box of donuts within his wife’s reach and collected the empty plates before leaving his wife to enjoy the sugary treats. He went back to the kitchen and started cleaning up, when a voice in the back of his mind told him that he’d better start cooking some more food because the lady of the house was still going to want more. Sure enough, not even a full twenty minutes later he could hear her calling again from the bedroom.

“Baby, I’m running out of food!” she cried out, sounding almost as if she were in pain. “Where are you? I need more!”

“Coming, dear!” he answered. Once again he quickly loaded up another tray full of food and hustled his way back down the hall and into the bedroom.

Upon entering the room, he couldn’t help but notice his wife looked considerably bigger and rounder than she had just moments before; at was as if she were growing and expanding right before his very eyes.

“There you are!” she playfully chided. “What took you so long, baby? I’m still so hungry!”

“Here you go, sweetheart,” he said as he put the tray down on the space next to her and removed the discarded pile of dirty dishes.

“Ah, scrambled eggs and steak — perfect for midday brunch.”

The hungry young woman grabbed a fork in one hand and began shoveling the cheesy scrambled eggs down her gullet, while with the other hand she picked the steak up whole and intermittently tore into it with her teeth between forkfuls. In a matter of moments the five-egg scramble and entire two-pound steak were gone, stashed away inside of her.

*BURP!*

“Oh, excuse me,” she said, dabbing daintily at the corners of her lips with a linen napkin, “I don’t know what’s wrong with me — *hiccup!* I’m such a pig today. I’m so full, but I’m still hungry. I want more! Feed me more, baby!”

Suddenly a large basket of crispy French fries materialized in the young man’s hands. “Here you are, love,” he said to her, and at once she grabbed for the basket and began to mercilessly cram them in with her bare hands.

Just then the young man heard the doorbell ring, which was odd because he hadn’t been expecting anyone. He dashed off to see who it was, and to his great surprise there was a pizza delivery man standing there with boxes and boxes of food.

“You guys ordered the party pack, right?” he said.

“Ummm, I guess so,” the young master of the house responded, even though he totally didn’t remember ordering anything.

“Okay, boys!” the delivery man shouted. “This is the place! Bring in the giant sandwich!”

“Giant sandwich?” the young husband thought to himself, and just then a massive submarine sandwich as long as a football field appeared and started hoisting itself through the front doorway to his home.

“Sign here, please,” the delivery man said, who suddenly seemed to sharply resemble the young husband’s childhood pediatrician.

“Doctor Goldsmith?” he said, looking and sounding befuddled as he squinted his eyes at the delivery man’s face, trying to decipher what he was seeing.

“Have a nice day,” the mysterious delivery man said before vanishing into thin air.

As if driven then by a motor, the young husband immediately began lugging the metric ton of food that was just dropped off at his front door into the bedroom where his very hungry wife was waiting eagerly.

“There you are, baby,” she said upon seeing him enter the room. “Thank goodness! I’m still so — *hiccup!* — hungry. What have you brought me now?”

Looking at his wife, he noticed that she had doubled in size once more, her gargantuan belly taking up most of their king size bed now. She seemed to be growing fatter by the second.

“Ooh,” she chirped. “Pizza! Bread sticks! Chicken wings! — *hiccup!* — and just look at the size of that sandwich!”

The corpulent beauty’s long tongue came dangling out over her lower lip and she began to salivate like a wild beast as gobs of drool came dripping down from her voracious maw. Her hands ran over the rounded curves of her distended belly, the juices inside of her churning as her stomach worked overtime to digest her endless feast.

“Mmm, come to mama!” she purred pruriently, beads of wet slobber sliding across her face as she licked her lips. “I want you! I want all of you inside me now!”

The young beauty wrapped her chubby little fingers around the girth of the massive sandwich and began sucking it down at an impossible pace. Errant shrapnel fragments of meat and cheese and breadcrumbs were flying every which way as she demolished the oversized hoagie — and within seconds the whole things was gone, packed securely away inside of her.

*BUUURP!!!*

“Oh my, excuse me again!” she exclaimed as she licked the remaining sandwich residue from her fingertips. “I’m sorry that I’m — *hiccup!* — being such a fat piggy today, baby — *hiccup!* — but I’m still so hungry; I just can’t get enough — *hiccup!* — I just can’t seem to stop eating!”