She was the one – I couldn't let her get away. My pulse quickened and my palms felt sweaty – I had to talk to her and I had to make a good impression. As I was contemplating what to say to her, she made her way towards me.

“Wanna dance” she smiled.

There was no music playing so I smiled in return.

“Tango?” I replied.

“Very good. My name's Elise, are you a friend of Bobby's?”

Before I could answer she took hold of my upper arm and giggled “Of course you are, otherwise you wouldn't be here now would you? See my great deductive reasoning skills at work – are you impressed – you should be.”

“So, I noticed that you've been watching me; did I rip my dress, wear too much eyeliner, what?”

I was overwhelmed. I didn't know how much to say, but I decided to take a chance. “You're the one, aren't you?”

“Nice of you to notice”, she immediately shot back with a smile.

“Well, or course I am – wouldn't be here talking to you if I wasn't. So, Mr. Mystery man, got a name?”

“Nick” I said.

“Well Nick, what's a girl got to do to get a drink and some hor's d' oeuvres round here – seems like this restaurant is sorely lacking in the service department.”

“There's a table set up in the dining room; let me bring you something. What's your pleasure?”

“I'm sure you'll find out.” She replied. “But as far as the buffet table is concerned, surprise me; just as long as you serve it with a Bombay tonic a twist and a smile”.

“Your humble servant” I bowed and walking on air proceeded to the dining room thinking 'this can't be happening”. Elise was just too perfect. Five foot two, maybe three, with long jet-black hair cascading in waves halfway down her backside. An oval face with strong, high cheeks that dimpled when she smiled. A wide, inviting mouth with luscious, full lips. And her eyes; dark obsidian pools that you could dive into and never come up for air. She was voluptuous, with curves in all the right places. Shapely legs, long waisted, and high ,firm, full breasts; all packaged in a simple black cotton dress, cut low, and ending at mid thigh.

She wore black pumps with three or four inch heals (that made her legs look fabulous) and no other adornments. She didn't need any.

Truth be told, she would probably tell you, like all women, that she needed to lose fifteen pounds, but from where I'm standing she was quite the vision – and it sure seemed that she was honey to the rest of the male bears at the party. I looked back at her from the dining room, and was not surprised at all to see her surrounded by men; circling like sharks.

If she was the one, then that was all fine by me.

I perused the buffet table and wondered about her preferences: what would she like?

I decided to fill her plate with a couple of puff pastries, some chips and guacamole, hot wings and a generous slice of cheesecake.

When I returned, she accepted the drink, took a healthy swallow, gazed at the plate I offered her and smiled. “Good boy, I told them you held promise”. We made our way over to a pair of chairs where we could watch the party unfold. We talked about everything and anything – music: she sang in gospel choir, and loved big band production numbers. Art: had been to Paris and was taken by Monet's Waterlillies.

Movies: her favorite films ranged from Lawrence of Arabia to What's New Pussycat; and yes, she loved Peter O'Toole in Night of The Generals. All this information was filtered through an almost constant stream of observations about the people at the party. Gossip about who was with who, who used to be, who wanted to be, it was like she was information central. About halfway through a discourse on why Sandy had colored her hair (to attract Jim, who was with Cindy, but on shaky ground- at least that's what Mary said, and she should know-) she looked down at her empty plate and said “you know, that cheesecake was divine. Think there might be another slice left?”

I told her that it would be my pleasure to find out.

“See what other kinds of goodies are there, while you're at it. I feel like indulging my sweet tooth tonight”.

“Your wish is my command”.

“Yeah, yeah, just keep it that way. Now go!”

I couldn't believe what I was hearing. It was magical. I was experiencing a waking dream. It couldn't be just a fluke, could it? I mean, here was the woman of my dreams blissfully stuffing herself full of fattening deserts right before my eyes, and we had just met. If this were a habit, she'd surely be larger than the 130 she was carrying. Could it be a display, a show put on just for me; as if telling me that yes, she was the one. She knew it and I had better not miss the cues.

I almost couldn't believe my eyes as the second plate, another slice of cheesecake, a piece of chocolate meringue pie, and a brownie, disappeared in short order. All that was left on her plate were a couple of ladyfingers. She picked one up and pushed it towards my mouth.

“Open sesame” she giggled, and, as I accepted the morsel, smiled and said

“O.K., now your turn”.

As I guided the ladyfinger into her luscious mouth, she reached out, held my wrist, swallowed, and began licking my fingers with her long, pointed tongue.

“So Sugar, remember that I said I wanted to indulge my sweet tooth?”

“Yeah” I almost moaned, short of breath from the rush of her tongue against the palm of my hand.

“Well, you're looking an awful lot like desert to me. What say we blow this Popsicle stand?”

“You don't have to ask twice” I drooled as we got up and made our way towards the door, pausing just long enough for her to grab a couple of cookies from a plate and pop one into my mouth.

“Sweets for the sweet” as she took my arm, placed it around her tight waist and leaned into me, just like we'd been together for a hundred years.

BOOMERANG

Chapter 2

We drove from the party out into the sloughs that our city fathers had the foresight to develop into “condoland”. Elise gave directions to a brown three story that overlooked the small harbor, and then led me up the stairs to the top floor, down a long, narrow hallway to the end unit.

Once inside she led me to her bed where we proceeded to make love, off and on, the rest of the evening and through the next day. We were both ravenous. Drinking in each other's aura; feeling each other's flesh, melting into a one-ness where we instinctively knew each other's thoughts, wants, and needs. She was the one, I knew it, she had to be. I'd never experienced an evening of lovemaking that was quite as powerful, sensual, and magical. We were hard, soft, fast, slow; all things at all times and all things at once, but there was just one other thing. I suspected, but it was way to early in our relationship to know for sure. I must bide my time and observe.

Early in the afternoon, as we held each other closely, she asked me if I was hungry. After such an evening of strenuous exercise, of course I was, so I said so.

“Me too, but I don't want to leave the house right now, do you?”

“Like pizza?” I asked.

“There you go.” She purred. “Combo with everything 'cept anchovies?”

“Absolutely” I replied. “A large?”

“Sure, sugar”. She giggled and then, suddenly, a strange look came over her. Her eyes seemed dead, her smile vanished and she seemed a million miles away.

“Excuse me a moment” she whispered, then slowly got out of bed and headed toward the bathroom.

After several minutes her head popped around the corner, all smiles and sultry. “Hey, sugar, I've got a better idea. Why not make it two pizzas; one combo and one meat-lovers' with extra cheese?”

“My, you are hungry” I chortled.

“You make me so, you stallion. Got to keep my strength up, the way you keep ravishing me.”

“Want some more?” I asked slyly, patting the bedsheets.

“Make the call first you Satyr.”

She handed me her phone and said “hit speed dial three.”

As I ordered she playfully caressed my chest, let her tongue circle my nipples and her teeth nibble. It was all I could do to maintain my composure and get the address right.

“Be there in half an hour” said the pizza boy.

“We've got a half hour” I told Elise.

“Then we'd better get crackin '”.

She moved her lips down, slowly passing my belly and ended up in my crotch.

“Mind if I partake of a little hor's d' oeuvre?” she asked coyly.

“Be my guest' I weakly replied.

She licked, sucked, and caressed me for several minutes before moving upward, to gather herself up and then lower her sweet ass onto me. Sweet Jesus, what a vision. Her breasts swaying to the motion as she arched backwards, and then forward over me. Her breasts now moving just inches from my tongue. I managed to get one into my mouth where I gently sucked . She started moaning, louder and deeper until, as I bit her nipple, she screamed, her whole body convulsing in our mutual ecstasy.

She collapsed on top of me, our bodies slick from sweat. I felt her belly rise and fall as we both fought to regain our breath. No words needed to be said. When the pizza arrived she quickly threw on a robe, accepted some cash from me and brought the two boxes back to our bed. We were both ravenous and half of both pies disappeared in no time. Elise leaned back on the pillows. Her robe falling open around her waist, and sighed “Doesn't get much better than this, does it Sugar?”

I noticed a line of grease traversing from her luscious mouth to her chin so I bent over her and, starting at the underside of her chin, began slowly licking upward until I arrived at those gorgeous, full lips; first licking, then nibbling, until she opened her mouth to let our tongues meet, mirroring each other in perfect harmony.

Finally she broke off and half out of breath exclaimed “My god, give a girl a little rest will ya . . . Hey, don't pout now . . . I know, why don't you feed me another slice of pie”.

I opened the box, broke off a piece and straddling her, eased it towards her waiting mouth. She closed her eyes in anticipation but just before sliding the piece into her salivating maw, I pulled it back and said “You'll have to come and get it”.

“You little tease”, she complained. “OK, fine. Happy now?” as she bent forward and her robe fell open further, exposing her soft belly, with the beginning of a roll just over her belly button.

I relented and slid the pizza into her mouth and in four large bites and gulps it was gone.

“Got another, Sugar?” she said dreamily as she sunk back into the pillows. I got another piece; she took a bite, swallowed, grabbed my wrist and said “I've decided to share. Your turn.” And pointed the slice into my mouth. We finished the rest of both pies this way, and then fell into a blissful sleep in each other's arms.

When I awoke, the sun had set and Elise was no longer beside me. I heard rustlings coming from the kitchen, so I rose to investigate. I turned the corner and saw her from behind, bending into the refrigerator, beautiful ass sillouhetted in cameo by the refrigerator light.

“Trying to answer the age old question whether the light stays on when the door is closed?” I asked.

She hurriedly closed the door and darkness enveloped us.

“Got a surprise for you Sugar. Now turn around and close your eyes.”

I complied and said “Ooh, this sounds interesting”.

“Quiet!” she commanded. “Take three steps forward and then turn right, then stop.”

As I did this I heard the refrigerator door open again, then close. I heard the soft patter of her feet and the swishing of her robe as she moved towards me and put her arm around my waist.

“OK” she purred into my ear. “Take five steps forward, then stop.”

Her lips close to my ear she even smelled sweet, like some confectioners' masterwork. I assumed we were heading back to the bedroom, but after another series of directions, she had me turn left. The cold tiles on my bare feet confirmed that we were in the bathroom. She marched me forward then bade me step into her shower and keep my eyes closed. I heard a familiar sound and realized that she was using a whipped cream can!

“You can open your eyes now” she whispered “but you've got to promise to lick it all off”.

She didn't have to ask twice as she stood in front of me, her breasts covered with a thick layer of cream. I dove in greedily, lapping up the cream and then sucking her nipples, tasting the sweetness on my tongue. Then I followed the white line of cream between her breasts, down towards her belly, following the circles that she had drawn around her belly button. My hands on her ass, I reveled in the softness of her skin, the hint of roundness to her stomach. I heard the spray can go off again and the next thing I knew she was kneeling beside me and offering me her lips. I tasted the sweetness on her lips and when my tongue entered her open mouth I was surprised to feel it full of whipped cream! What a sensation! My tongue felt like it was floating on a cloud.

We fell into each other's arms and joined, still locked in the sugar kiss, exploding together almost immediately and then laughing giddily like two crazed love junkies, fixed at last.

We showered together, wiping off the sticky residue from each other, interrupted by several hugs and kisses.

“You are the one, aren't you?” I sighed.

“We'll see won't we” she giggled cryptically. “I guess you'll be seeing more of me now won't you?”

I thought I caught her meaning, but I couldn't be sure, and didn't want to risk my stay in paradise.

“I hope so” was all I could think of as an innocent reply.

“Listen, Sugar” she said as she brushed the tangles out of her hair. “ I've got to work manana, and though it's not 'till twelve, still, a girls' got to get some beauty sleep; and frankly, you've just about worn me out. Now, you can stay the night if you want to, but you've got to promise you'll let me sleep, OK?”

“No problem, darlin', you've tired me out too; but still, I can think of nothing better than to drift off while holding you in my arms, so, if it's all the same to you, I'd prefer to stay.”

She looked at me via her mirrors' reflection and a smile crossed her face. “Sounds dreamy, why don't you make the bed and I'll be right there.”

We held each other close, our breathing in unison, until it slowed and deepened and we fell into blissful sleep.

I awoke the next morning to find Elise still sleeping soundly next to me. I lightly brushed her hair away from her face and spent several minutes gazing at her beauty; her defined cheekbones, her sensual, full lips; I knew right then that there was no way I could ever forgive myself for ever losing her. I had to hold on tight and never let go, no matter what.

I gently untangled myself from her grasp, pulled on my pants and tee shirt and padded into the kitchen to prepare my love a royal breakfast. Three egg omelet, bacon, sausage, toast with blueberry jam; all right, all the ingredients were available in her kitchen. I began my culinary mastery, and was just contemplating getting Elise out of bed when I felt her wrap her arms around my waist.

“And just what do you think you're doing, Buster?

“This is my kitchen, and I told you I had to work today”.

“Yeah, I know” I admitted, “But I just couldn't send you off to a hard days work without a proper breakfast”.

“Sit, and prepare to be amazed”.

“Well, I usually don't eat breakfast, unless it's just a cup of coffee or something. But I guess it's late enough, I'll just skip lunch. OK, what ya got?” “One moment, Madame”, I turned back to the stove, got a plate, and seconds later presented her with a heaping plate of hot delights.

“Umm, looks good – smells heavenly” she sniffed.

“And tastes?” I questioned.

She forked a bite of omelet into her mouth, closed her eyes, chewed and swallowed.

“Wow, where'd you learn to cook like this – this is delicious!”

“A chef never reveals his secrets” I said haughtily. “Besides, I was inspired to be preparing a meal for one of such rare beauty”.

“Stick to cooking, Romeo” she giggled, you'll never make it as a stand up comedian”.

“Ah yes, I see you've noticed that my true talents lie in activities of a more horizontal nature.”

“Does self delusion run in your family?” She chided.

“My ego is only outdistanced by my talents” I replied.

The banter continued as I watched her eat, plowing her way through the huge omelet in large gulps, pausing only to attack another strip of bacon, or to butter her second, and then third piece of toast, washing it all down with several glasses of whole milk.

She came up for air, pausing long enough to say “See what you've done! All of yesterday's activity has made me famished. I feel like I could eat a horse” “Madame, I assure you, only the finest quality pork has gone into those sausages!”

She laughed heartily, then took my hand and looked directly into my eyes.

“You're priceless. I gotta tell ya Sugar, I think I'm falling in love with you.”

“I fell for you the moment I saw you” I replied. “I just didn't dare believe that you were really the one”.

She used the last of her toast to scoop up the remnants of her omelet; picked up the last sausage (were there originally five or six?), looked at it quizzically for a moment and then finished it off in two big bites. She then tilted down her milk glass, letting it's contents flow down her throat; blotted her lips with her napkin, and said “One and then some, Sugar.” She patted her full tummy

“Keep feeding me like this and there'll be two of me”.

“Double your pleasure, double your fun” I panted.

“Speaking of which” she said “I think we've got time for a quickie, if you're interested.”

“You don't have to ask twice” I replied and then picking her up, laid her good and proper right there across the breakfast table.

We parted company soon thereafter, but not before confirming our schedules for the next week. Elise worked as head of customer service for a large department store and her hours changed day to day, sometimes working ten to six, other times twelve to eight, or sometimes she worked closing, four to ten (which meant that she was off by eleven).

With my hours being somewhat flexible as a freelance graphic artist, we were able to get together for lunch on Tuesday; she spent the night at my place after doing a twelve to eight on Wednesday (I had home made Tomales and a hot groin waited for her when she arrived – she partook of both with great relish). And then made plans for dinner and dancing on Saturday night (with the caveat that we would of course spend Sunday together until she had to report to work at four).

I spent all of Thursday and Friday dreaming of the upcoming meal. I chose an Italian restaurant that was run by a client, knowing he would treat us right. Finally the big night arrived. I picked Elise up at seven. She answered the door wearing a deep purple velvet dress with spaghetti straps (how apropos) and a slit up the side that went almost to her belly button. She was wearing purple pumps and her legs looked fantastic. Her calves so well formed, her thighs so solid and shapely! Ah, it was a wonder I didn't take her right there on her foyer; but managing to control my base urges I managed to squeak out a breathy “Wow”.

She smiled and then twirled round in front of me, stopping with her back turned to me, then, looking back over her shoulder and giving me a coy look said “Like what you see?”

“Wow” was all I could muster. “God, you're beautiful”.

“And all yours” she purred as she reached up and kissed me passionately.

I felt her body melt into mine – what a rush! She was so soft and curvy, and the velvet only made her feel more so. As we finally came up for air she took a step back and brushed her long ebony mane away from her face.

“Turn around again, real slow” I pleaded, and then drank her in as she complied.

The dress was cut low in the back, and while her back was a little fleshy you could still see her spine well enough. As she came around sideways I got a good glance at her profile: her high firm breasts, and the slight lower tummy bulge as the dress clung to her tightly. As she came back around to front I got a good eyeful of her wonderful cleavage, exposed through the v slit at the top of her dress. What a goddess!

“Seen enough, you lecher?” she chided.

“Like a work of art, one can never see enough” I murmured honestly. “ You are a stunning vision”.

“Careful, sugar. Keep talking like that and you're liable to get a girl into the sack with you”.

“And that's a bad thing?” I queried.

“When I've been waiting all day for dinner, you bet it is! I'm likely to mistake you for the main course. Better feed me now!”

“OK, OK” I can take a hint. Let us be off before you turn completely cannibal on me”.

As we were seated at the restaurant I told Elise that this was a magical place and that everything on the menu was fabulous. She told me she could hardly wait and when the menu's arrived we ordered Bruchetta, and Antipasto Misto for appetizers. A bowl of the creamy portobello soup (that she just had to try). A first course of sundried tomato risotto for her and a gorgonzola gnocchi for me (more of half of each for both as we were sampling). The main course was chicken saltimboca for her and osso bucco for me (again planning to share). We drank a glass of pinot grigio as we grazed through the appetizers, I munching slowly, savoring each bite, while Elise vacuumed it up between pieces of sweet Italian peasant bread soaked in olive oil. I got a chance to just watch her eat and see just how much he was enjoying herself and the feast as her soup course arrived and then disappeared in short order, sopping up the thick creamy porridge with more bread, pausing only long enough to offer me some, which I partook of two or three spoonfuls.

I had ordered a bottle of Brunello, which by the time the first course arrived, had opened sufficiently to be served. While sampling the fair and sipping the wine we both exclaimed that the food was magnificent.

Elise told me then that she thought that going out to dinner – really going out to dinner – not just fast food or some convenience dinner like Denny's or something – was the next best thing to good sex in all the world. She apologized for being so piggy, but told me that, like sex, she wanted it all, and on special nights like this; at a great restaurant with good company, she just wanted to let go and enjoy to the fullest.

I said “Hey, you got no problem here” and she just smiled and picked the last gnocchi from my plate and slid it into her mouth.

“Ummm, delicious” she mumbled, her mouth still full. “If heaven is better than this then, lord I am impressed”.

As our waiter removed our plates Elise sighed and her left hand disappeared beneath the table. She made small talk, but I could tell that she was gently massaging her belly.

“Feeling full?” I asked

“A little” she replied sheepishly. “But don't worry, I'll be alright. Can I have a little more wine please?” as she tipped her glass towards me.

I poured and shortly thereafter the main course arrived. Elise swallowed a bite of her saltimboca, closed her eyes, sighed and said “Oh sugar, you've got to try this. This is to die for”. She cut another piece, sopped up a little gravy and leaning into me guided the forkful into my mouth.

“Like food for the gods” I whispered. “Angelo has really outdone himself tonight. But here, have you ever tried osso bucco done the old fashioned way?”

She shook her head no. “Gimme, gimme”, she pleaded as she closed her eyes and opened her beautiful mouth in anticipation.

The look was so angelic, yet so carnal and sensual that I began to stiffen right there; the placing of the forkful into that luscious mouth actually started my member to throb.

We continued to feed each other this way, the heightened sensuality of it all completely masking how stuffed we were.

Finally, as the last bites were consumed we returned from our joint reverie, and looked around the room almost as if we were wondering just how it was that we were there.

“My god, was that . . .”

Yes, for me too darling” she replied.

“I have never felt anything like that before, ever . It's almost as if we were the only two people on the planet” her voice was deep and dusky.

“We were” I interrupted.

At that point our waiter returned find us with our hands clasped firmly together, our eyes locked on each other, finding that deep place within where two souls become one.

He cleared his throat and said “Then I guess you two will forgo desert?”

Elise gazed up at him, a big smile on her face. “Nonsense. Tempt me.

Whataya got?”

After reciting his mantra, Elise looked at me earnestly and said that she couldn't decide over the tirimisu or the creme broule.

“It's been soo long since I've had either one. Sugar, can you order one so I can have a taste?”

“Your wish, my love. Tirimisu and creme broule for the lady and an extra spoon for me”.

As the waiter left Elise whispered “Thanks, sugar. I don't know where I'll put any of it; I'm so full. But I've just got to have a taste”.

And then she leaned towards me and whispered quieter still “Baby, my belly is so full, and we're in this booth here in the back, kinda where no-one can see us. Do you think you can rub my tummy and maybe make a little room for me, please.”

I leaned forward, shielding her from any wayward eyes and then reached over towards her belly. My fingers first feeling the smooth velvet and then the round hardness underneath. Her gut was really distended and high, feeling almost as if she had swallowed a bowling ball and it was sitting just below her chest. As I gently rubbed I felt all of her roundness; the stomach that was near flat and smooth when we started was now several inches protruding outward. I moved my hand down towards her lover abdomen and felt her legs spread as wide as the tight dress would allow. It almost felt as if her gut had drooped down between her legs, but that just couldn't happen, could it?

No, it just felt that way.

Elise moaned softly as I continued to rub, but then put her hand over mine to stop me as she could see our waiter approaching with our deserts. He made a grand presentation and then departed. Elise looked down at the ladyfingers greedily and almost salivating said

“Ooh, look at that! Yummy! Ya know, thanks to your magic fingers I'm feeling much better. I bet this is going to taste fabulous.”

She then forked off a big slice and brought it to her mouth. She swallowed

“Umm, so good. Sugar, I'm sorry if I'm being so piggy, sometimes I just can't help myself.”

“Don't worry sweetie, you are turning me on beyond belief.”

“Really? So gluttony turns you on?”

“Well, only when it's you. I mean, seeing you deriving such pleasure from food just does it to me.”

“No kidding? Well then, hand over that Broule, Sugar. I'm feeling frisky.” I watched as spoonful after spoonful disappeared. She stopped at some point and sent a couple of spoonfuls my way before scraping the container clean.

“I can't believe I ate the whole thing” she giggled.

“Oye, but the evidence is all here” she said patting her puffy tummy. “Lord, I hope I can stand up! I've probably gained five pounds tonight.”

“Maybe we can exercise away one or two tonight, darling. I can't wait to get you home” I confessed.

“Just be gentle, I'm afraid I might burst with you inside me.” Then she reached over and kissed me, her breath still sugary from the confections. “You can have your way with me, my stallion.”

I flagged down our waiter and asked for the check. Paid it via credit card; left him a healthy tip for his discretion, and eased out of the booth. Oof, Elise wasn't the only one who had overeaten tonight. But I was so horny that I felt that all the food I had put away was giving me a heightened sense of power. I knew I could go all night long if Elise was game.

She struggled to her feet, smoothed the dress over her torso – oh yes, it was stretched tight around her newly bulging belly – you could see the indentation of her belly button the cloth was so tight! She took my arm and we both literally waddled to the car.

BOOMERANG

Chapter 3

I proposed the next morning. Elise figured she need three months to make proper preparations, so the date was set.

It was a hectic time for us, but we did manage to set aside evenings that could be spent just for us and what Elise affectionately called “ food play”.

When she was working through the dinner hour our days were normal, but if she was off by five or six she would call me during a break and tell me what she was craving for dinner. The several courses were described in very sensuous and loving detail, and I could close my eyes and just imagine feeding her, mouthful after mouthful and then massaging her hard, distended tummy so I could fit even more food into her until she'd finally beg me to take her to the bedroom for some hot, steamy lovemaking.

I was pretty much ruined for the rest of the afternoon. It was hard to concentrate on video editing minutiae with visions of her heavenly, swelling body swimming through my head.

There was one night in particular, about a month before the wedding, that I remember fondly. She called and said she craved a breaded shrimp scampi, smothered with tons of butter and olive oil; with garlic and capers, resting on a bed of saffron risotto.

“That's all?” I questioned, a little concerned.

“Yep, just that Sugar. Two or three platefuls with a nice Chardonnay.”

OK, fine. That would work. Little did I know that she was planning on stopping at the bakery on the way home and arriving with a large chocolate cheesecake and a half gallon of buttermilk. “Good thing I'm not lactose intolerant” she chortled as she presented me with the goodies.

“Why don't you slip into something more comfortable and be seated; dinners' ready.”

She kissed me aggressively and then sashayed down the hallway, my eyes following lustfully. She was wearing a light tan business jacket over a cream shell, with matching short skirt. The skirt had two side darts and was belted with a thin black belt. In the three months since our first night together Elise had put on a good ten pounds, and all of her clothes were getting tight on her: this ensemble being no exception. The skirt clung to her hips like a second skin, the darts doing nothing to disguise her swelling tummy. I noticed that her belt was on its last notch and still seemed to be cutting into her belly, forcing a role to form over the top of it.

She blew me a kiss from the doorway, and then disappeared around the corner, only to return a short time later in a loosely belted red silk kimono style robe. I placed a heaping plateful of scampi in front of her and sat down opposite with a plate of my own. We talked about our days as we dined, toasting our love with the wonderful Chalone Chardonnay.

About halfway through the plate, Elise put down her fork and in a small voice asked me “Daddy, can you feed me tonight? Pretty please.” She gave me a little girls' coy look; not that I needed any extra encouragement. I reached across the table with a forkful.

“Umm, you're so good to me, Daddy. And the food always tastes better when you feed me. See? Here, you try.” As she sent a forkful my way.

We finished the first plate and then the second in this fashion, towards the end with me feeding her more than she did me. It was almost like she was so wrapped up in the sensuality of it all that her whole existence became nothing more than swallowing and then awaiting the next morsel.

At the end of the second plateful I told Elise that there was more, but she began to protest, saying that she wanted to save room for the cheesecake. I told her that there was a reward for eating thirds and placed another heaping platter in front of her. I placed her fork into her hand, harpooned a shrimp, and as I guided it towards her mouth, let my hand drop below the table and begin to caress her thigh. As we repeated the procedure, I moved my hand up her thigh and after the third or fourth forkful began a slow rhythmic fingering of her crotch.

She began breathing deeper and as she increased the speed of intake, I increased the speed of my fingers.

“That's the idea” I murmured as I crawled under the table, letting my tongue do my fingers work, freeing them to caress her thigh and round, full belly. Faster and faster we went, until finally, in an orgasmic rush that made her whole body tremble, she exploded as she grabbed the remains of the entire plateful and crammed it against her open maw. Gobbling frantically and smearing the buttery concoction all over her face and spilling it down her chest. She shivered uncontrollably and finally screamed in rapture, plate coming to rest on her lap. I moved the plate aside and began licking the sauce off her protruding belly and ample chest. Finally, after kissing her deeply, I lifted her out of her chair by grabbing her by her sweet, swelling ass, and, bending her over the dining room table, made her scream again.

We lay side by side on the kitchen table for a time, sated and blissful. Then Elise rose and went to the refrigerator. She returned with the cheesecake and the buttermilk, which we shared while still atop the table, rubbing each other's bellies and consuming until there wasn't even a crumb left. We kissed passionately and then I took her from behind, my fingers free to caress her swollen tummy.

“I love you, Sugar. I've never had anything even close to how I feel now.

You've made me so happy” she literally purred into my ear.

“And you are beyond any fantasy any man has ever had, my love. You are more beautiful every day.”

And I believed every word.

It was a gorgeous late September day when Elise and I walked down the aisle. I swelled with pride as I stood at the altar and gazed lovingly as she approached. Her white lace dress, cut just a little daring, showing just enough of her beautiful breasts. She dieted like crazy the last week and still barely managed to pour herself into the dress that she had had fitted only one month before. Now it clung lovingly to her midriff and hips, accenting beautifully the 142 pounds she was now carrying. She was a true vision of pulchritude; so sexy it was all I could do not to attack her right there on the altar. Our kiss at the end of the ceremony could have generated enough electricity to light up the whole city, and as we walked back up the aisle together, we knew that we were truly blessed.

The honeymoon was a 10- day cruise along the Mexican Riviera. I chose a cruise line that had a stellar reputation for great and abundant dining, and yes, the advance work was correct. A sit-down breakfast and formal dinner were the linchpins, but there was a 24 hour deli, a pastry shop, and (our favorite hangout) a replica of an old fashioned hamburger joint – complete with huge burgers and malts served in the metal mixers.

Our daily itinerary went something like this: wake up sex (to wet our appetites). A hearty breakfast ranging from waffles covered with powdered sugar, eggs Benedict, buttery croissants, honey baked ham, bacon, sausages, sticky buns, glazed do-nuts, bear claws: it took us a couple of hours just to get through it all. I ate my fair share and then watched and waited until Elise said that she was satisfied.

We then headed arm in arm back to our cabin to change into our bathing gear so we could proceed to stake our place poolside. We spent the next several hours in and out of the pool, working on our tans and imbibing pina coladas. The black lowbacked one piece that Elise was wearing was getting tighter and tighter by the day. It hugged her like a wet suit, forcing her flab to the point of least resistance; the low cut backside, where two vertical rolls had formed, starting at the edges of the suit and meeting at mid spine.

At midday we adjourned to the aforementioned hamburger stand, making a pit stop at our cabin to sate one appetite and rev up the other. After watching Elise put away a couple of cheeseburgers, a basket of fries and large chocolate malt, we retired back to our cabin for a little tummy rubbing and an afternoon nap.

We awoke refreshed and after showering dressed for the formal dinner which was quite a spread. Foi Gras and caviar for appetizers, a hearty soup course, Caesar salad, and entrees that would knock your socks off. Beef Wellington, quail stuffed with sage and sausage, grilled salmon with a dill sauce, lobster, medallions of beef in a brandy cream sauce. Every night different taste sensations to titillate our taste buds. And the deserts! Cherries Jubilee, soufflé, rum torte, two chocolate bomb, puff pastry with creme fresh. I ordered one and Elise usually ordered two and then finished most of mine as well. She was really in her element, enjoying all the rich, high caloric food. I watched with glee as she continued to stretch out her stomach, eating a little more each meal.

After the first week all of her formal wear was bursting at the seams. We gave up trying to close the zipper on her beaded formal and the button on her St. John knit pantsuit just wouldn't close, so Elise did an emergency surgery and moved the button. This didn't make the pants lay right, but a stretchy pullover black dress was the only other option.

It didn't help matters that after watching the evening cabaret show, and then a little cabaret show of our own in our cabin, we always seemed to find ourselves at the all night deli or pastry shop, chowing down on a midnight snack.

The last day of the cruise we followed the same ritual. Mountainous breakfast of pancake stacks, cheese omelet, hash browns, and pastries, followed by a trip back to the cabin. Elise struggled to get her bathing suit stretched over her swollen belly, but once that was accomplished, there wasn't enough material left to make it up over her ponderous breasts. Even loosening the straps all the way still left her breasts half exposed and in extreme danger of flopping out of their confines completely.

“I think I've put on a bit o weight” she said in a silly Elmer Fudd voice and then laughed.

“In all the right places I might add” I chimed in.

“Oh, yeah, like there's a wrong place?” she retorted.

“Sure, who wants a fat nose?” I replied matter of factly.

“I teen I need a new wardwobe” she said as she looked down at her protruding gut. “I no teen I'm a size eight no mo” and then fondling a breast said “or a 36C either”.

“D as in delightful” I opined.

Elise finally decided that if she was going poolside today she would have to bite the bullet and wear the bikini that she had kept hidden until now. It was an itsy bitsy (well you know the rest) and on her it looked even itsier. Her belly spilled out over the bottoms and her widening rear could no way be covered by the small expanse of cloth. The C cups barely contained her, pushing her breasts together like the ultimate wonder bra, adding to her already substantial cleavage. She looked so yummy I could hardly wait to parade her around the pool, catching all the awestruck stares from the rest of the passengers. Yep, it's all real and all on display, ladies and gentlemen. Caste your eyes on that soft pillowy belly. Notice the gentle arc as it protrudes away from her ribcage. And see how her ample hips are rising up to meet and support that tummy. Isn't she lovely? Don't you want her for your very own? Too bad, 'cause she's mine, all mine.

That evening Elise struggled into her stretchy black dress and we made our way to the dining room. The staff, as it was the farewell dinner, had prepared a gala celebration: foods from around the world! There was pizza and pasta from Italy; veal cordon blu and coq a vin from France; sauerbraten and schnitzel from Germany; Peking duck and chow mein from China; and tomales and tacos from Mexico. A fine wine or beer also represented each country from the area. Elise sampled everything. Some of the items we shared but most were full helpings that she somehow managed to pack away. I was amazed at the way she was going “round the world”. She was forking a last bit of chow mein into her mouth when the lights dimmed and a huge, flaming baked Alaska was wheeled into the dining room. Everyone applauded, and Elise just stared at it, glassy eyed. She pushed her chair back from the table, rubbed her belly and looking at the desert longingly said “I don't know where I'll put it, but I've never had baked Alaska before. I've just got to try it”. Our waiter carefully cleared the seven or eight empty plates from in front of Elise and then set down a huge helping of the rich desert. I was stuffed myself, so I informed the waiter that I would just have a taste of hers. He shrugged and got me a fresh spoon, leaving us to assess the concoction in front of us. Elise gingerly spooned a portion into her mouth, closed her eyes and let it slide down her throat. “Oh my god” she exclaimed. “This is fabulous”. She sent a spoonful my way and our eyes met. This was the pinnacle of goodness. The nexus of sensuality and taste. We were here together, the only ones in the world, and so in love. We fed each other the remainder of the heavenly desert, waddled out of the dining room and back to our cabin to share in that love; my fingers gently caressing every inch of her zaftig form, her tummy hard and swollen with all the best cuisine the “world” had to offer. We made love gently, then harder, then in a frenzy, then back to gentle to start the process all over again. Late evening, or maybe early morning I stole out to retrieve Elise an assortment of pastries. She giggled with glee, clapping her hands and then grabbed the box from me. “ooh, look at all those goodies. Where to begin?”

She decided on a sticky bun, biting into it in a way that was almost sexual, and then licking the goo from her fingers. She placed the box between her spread legs, her belly still bloated like a small Buddha, and leaning back literally poured the rest of the bun into her maw. She arched her back, Buddha belly still protruding, then came forward, leaned over, exposing a good belly role, and selected an eclair. As she bit into it's phallic shape some of the custard filling squirted out of the side of her mouth and landed on her globulous left breast. I leaned forward and licked it off, tasting the sweetness and then feeling her nipple rise.

“More” she said in a weak voice, suddenly out of breath. She took the bitten end of the eclair and smeared it over her other breast, mixing the creamy chocolate with the custard. I moved to that side, and as I was lapping up all the goodness Elise grabbed a apple turnover from the box and crammed it into her mouth. “More, more” she cried again, mouth full, as I began sucking on her hard nipple. As I continued down her body, nipping and gently biting the area around her fleshy belly, her hand did a blind fishing expedition into the box, rewarded with god knows what, as it quickly disappeared into her mouth. “Mmm, Mmm” was all she could say, mouth full, as I moved my tongue down and stroked her clit. I heard the box rustle again, felt her shudder, her padded thighs jiggling and spasming against my head. I raised my head up, repositioned myself over her and looked into her eyes. She was gone, gone, gone. Nowhere on this earth. Her fingers pressed against her puffy cheeks, her mouth open like a fish out of water, gasping for air. I took hold of her wrist and brought her chubby fingers to my mouth, and tasting the sugary sweetness, entered her for the fourth or fifth time that evening, her tight canal wet and ready to receive me. We bucked and frolicked for an eternity, until finally spent ,I collapsed into her awaiting softness.

We slept, tangled in each others webs, until late morning, almost missing our debarkation. We dressed hurridly Elise in a white tank top and green shorts that she recovered from the bottom of the suitcase. The shorts bit into her fleshy thighs and it looked like the button was going to go flying across the room at any moment. The zipper could only be half done up and you could see a sliver of flesh in the gap that the zipper was unable to close. The tank top was way too tight as well, mashing her breasts into her chest and down over the rising curve of her belly, pushing them almost to her belly button. The stretched material was woefully unable to cover her midriff, which swelled like an inner tube over the top of the too small shorts. Her flab threatening to come cascading over the breach at any moment.

We finished packing and then stepped off the boat and back to the real world.