Darkness began to fall quite early that night, as it usually does inthe middle of January. John continued down the lonely, rural road, peeringout his windows to either side in search of a gas station or a pay phone.He was supposed to be meeting some friends at a hunting camp but felt surehe'd taken a wrong turn somewhere. He pulled off the road briefly and staredat the crude, hand-drawn map that was supposed to guide him there. Yeah,definitely a wrong turn somewhere, he thought to himself.
Looking up from his map, he could see some light in the distance and maybethe silhouette of a house. He started the engine back up and drove towardsit; maybe they had a phone he could use, he thought. He pulled up alongsidethe snowy driveway and parked. He made his way up the driveway and to thefront door of the smallish, neat little house.
Just as he raised his hand to ring the doorbell, the door opened and beforehim stood a gorgeous, voluptuous blond wearing a see-through black nightgownand black slipper pumps.
"Hello," she said in a quiet but throaty voice. "Did youbreak down?"
"No, but I would like to use your phone, if I could," he gulped,taken aback by the woman's beauty.
"Well, I'm afraid my phone hasn't been working properly for last fewdays, but you're more than welcome to come inside and warm up a bit,"she answered.
John eagerly complied. As he set about removing his snowy boots and coat,his hostess eyed him carefully and smiled mischievously. "I was justabout to have dinner," she said. "Would you care to join me?"she asked, helping him off with his coat.
"Well, ah, sure, I guess. If I'm not imposing," John hastilyadded.
"Oh no, it's no imposition at all," she said. "In fact,I've been dying for some company."
She led him into the small, cozy kitchen and asked him to have a seat atthe table. John couldn't believe his eyes! Spread out before him was a completeturkey dinner, as elaborate as you would expect on Thanksgiving day. Justlooking at the steaming bowls of potatoes and stuffing and buttered vegetables,the big, soft dinner rolls and of course the enormous turkey made his mouthwater.
"Wow, it looks like you were expecting company," he stammered,not knowing what else to say.
"Just you," his hostess cooed, removing a pumpkin pie from theoven and setting it on a cooling rack. "Now, let's eat. I bet you'refamished."
And indeed he was. They ate and chatted for more than an hour, when Johnfelt a sudden wave of embarrassment at how much of this stranger's foodhe had consumed.
"God, I'm sorry," he muttered. "I'm usually not this muchof a pig."
"Oh, you're not being a pig at all," she said. "In fact,you've hardly eaten anything!" John looked at her in disbelief. Shegrinned and stood up from the table, moving very near John. Then she pulledthe nightgown over her head, exposing her luscious, naked body, her large,pert breasts, her full hips, her sweet, creamy skin. John's mouth fell openand his eyes bulged. Swiftly, his hostess picked up a fork from the tableand loaded it with a big bite of mashed potatoes. "Now, can you eatjust a little more? For me?" she asked sweetly. John nodded vigorouslyand grinned. "Now that's a good boy," she said, carefully positioningherself on his lap. She guided the forkful of potatoes into his open mouth.
And so it went for several more hours. She sat on his lap and fed him theremainder of the meal, bite by bite, oblivious to his active hands and hisswelling belly. When all the food was gone, she got up from John's lap andwent over to the counter to get the pie.
"Oh God no," chuckled John. "I don't think I can eat anotherbite for a week,"
"But you'll look so much better with a little meat on those bones,"she informed him. "You're far too thin now." John knew this wasn'ttrue. At 225, he wasn't exactly obese, but he wasn't really skinny eitherand he knew he should watch his weight more than he did.
"But - but I don't want to be fat," he stammered, glancing downat his now bloated and distended belly which was threatening to burst thebuttons on his skin tight shirt.
"Yes you do," she said, emptying the contents of a tub of CoolWhip onto the pie. She set the pie before him, and then proceeded to kneelbetween his legs and unzip his fly. After a bit of fumbling, she freed hiserect penis. She began running her tongue over the tip slowly at first andthen a little faster, sending waves of pleasure through John's overstuffedbody. "Now, can you eat just a little pie? I don't think you want todisappoint either of us, do you?"
Without a word John began to eat the pie. As he ate, his hostess continuedto suck and lick his penis, pacing herself so he became more aroused asmore and more of the pie disappeared. Her sucking got faster and more furiousuntil she finally let him come just as he swallowed the last bite. Slightlyout of breath, she sat back on the floor, looking up at him. she observedthat his belly had become distended to the point where several of his shirtbuttons had actually given way, exposing his fat, round stomach.
"There, doesn't that feel better?" she asked.
John just moaned and closed his eyes, unable to believe what had just happened.
"Well, it's far too late for you to be traveling on these slick roads,so you can stay here tonight. I've prepared the guest room for you,"she said, rising to her feet. When had she done that? John wondered. Withsome difficulty John stood up and followed her down the hall. She showedhim into a small room dominated by a large bed, upon which was a heap ofsoft looking pillows and, unbelievably, a plate of cookies.
"I'll see you in the morning, then," she said, standing on tiptoeto kiss him lightly on the cheek. She then left, shutting the door behindher. As John undressed he caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror overthe dresser. As a reflex he tried to suck his stomach in, but try as hemight it wouldn't budge. Fabulous, now I look pregnant, he thought disgustedlyto himself, sliding between the sheets. He snapped off the bedside lightand lay in the darkness, trying hard to ignore the huge bulge in the covershis belly made. This all has to be a dream, he thought as he drifted offto sleep.