Chapter 2 Year 2

Luck has been in our favor, cheers to another year! *clink*

We made it another year as business owners, we were able to expand and grow as a business and as individuals. Henli and I, we're feeling good rolling into our second year of proprietorship. Sure it's stressful, and you really don't get many days off. But we were making it, having fun, learning, and making lots of friends. This was the year I started as a commis chef and we started a little restaurant in our little business.

I was learning a lot and jumping into it hard. I made lots of mistakes, but trial and error can be super tasty. I was trying all the cuisines I could find authentic ingredients for. When March came around we took a culinary trip to Ireland, and whew do they eat hearty. We had Dublin Coddle, Irish Soda Bread, Bangers n Mash, corned beef. You name an Irish classic and we made it. The food is not pretty looking, and the names aren't much help either....but they sure know how to turn a protein and a potato into a delicious meal. Henli is known to clean a plate or bowl spotless when she really likes something, and let's just say the dishes were to easy to clean, and the meals were easy to see. She had just started growing a little pot belly, and when she sat down that little pooch was the cutest little ball. I noticed her thigh gap had closed in as well. When I went to hold her in my arms I could no longer reach my own elbows. She had a bit more gerth to her, a little more to hold, and oh my did I enjoy it 😉.

The summer quickly rolled around and I knew we would have to start in the gardens and in the vineyards, hard work, long hours and manual labor. We were going to throw away all the food, snacks, beer and curvy nights under the sheets. I wasn't looking forward to it. The work started, the hot days hit, the sweat poured, and the work seemed never ending. So I volunteered to do most of it, and had Henli as my helper. She would open the store/restaurant in the afternoons and I would finish the outside work for the evening. I was burning off my winter layer, getting a little bit of a tan and overall having a good time watching the literal fruits of my labor. Henli on the other hand was able to chill in the ac, knock out her computer work and throw down a few beers after her couple of hours in sun. I had noticed her tummy had, in fact, not shrunk but had actually grown, and quite a bit!

One day she was helping me check the irrigation in the vineyard, we walked up and down each row making sure each vine was receiving a steady stream of water. I went to the truck to grab ourselves a water and noticed Henli rounding the row, her medium shirt tight over a ball of a tummy. I could see her belly button from 50 feet away. It reminded me of the center of a donut, a really big donut. I was instantly turned on and new we had a problem. She was gaining and I had my little secret. I loved it, I encouraged it, and I hid it. I also looked forward to fall and winter... I knew that tummy was going to stretch out those medium shirts a little more. Henli was clueless to how tight the shirts were getting. I noticed that she was the same way when she was in a small. It isn't until her "boobs are too big for these shirts" that she retires them.

Winter rolled around and so did our menu, we did German, Japanese, Korean, South African, Lebanese. I was meeting all these chefs, getting to work right beside them and take what I was learning home. I was developing my own chef skills. I was getting better, having fun.... a little too much fun. I noticed my clothes were starting to get a little snug, my jackets didn't zip like they had the year before. I was finally looking like I worked in a kitchen, and my wife was looking like she married a chef 😍. One day she was laying on the couch, and her hoody was riding up over her belly as she laid on her side. I saw she had a tummy roll laying on the couch! She had a tummy like mine! Her hip bones were covered by love handles and the slightest stretch marks, her tummy was overflowing her clothes, pant line and oh goodness I could not contain myself. I had to see more, I had to rub those curves, that belly, oh my goodness and her chest had grown massively her collarbones and ribs long gone. There was so much to wrap my arms around, I was turned on and I had to make her feel beautiful, I had to make her feel good, I had to *** right there on that couch. Our sex life was amazing, I had never been with a girl this fluffy and I was into every moment of it.