~BHM/~BBW, Stuffing, Romance, ~SWG - a WG writer meets a fan and they both wind up being projects
I’m out of control…or should I say – out of my control. Before today, I had always been in complete control of my situation. I had utter control of my parents by the age of three. I had them wrapped around my little finger.
My parents divorced when I was seven – that’s when I really began to get whatever I desired. They were guilty for breaking up the family, especially my mother, who had double the guilt because she pulled out me out of the school and neighborhood I had know since I was born and thrust me into a new situation. So, she had appeased her conscience by stuffing me with sweets…overloading my poor puny belly with extra helpings of stew, macaroni and cheese, and meatballs and spaghetti. My belly ached every time I left the table, swollen into a large sphere…too stuffed to go out and play. I retreated to my bedroom to lie flat on my bed, rubbing my tortured middle as I watched TV.
My father was no better. Although he complained that I was transforming into a “little tub”, he wouldn’t be outdone by my mother.
“It’s the park for you, my boy – get some exercise. You’re getting fat,” he’d say to me. “Bill, you need to run around to get the fat off of you.”
But, the candy shop was on the way to the park and I’d be allowed to fill my pockets with Oh Henry bars, Bit-o-Honeys, Bazooka gum, and jelly beans. We’d walk in the park for awhile and then back to the candy shop for a banana split, egg cream, or malted.
Between the gorging at every meal and candy runs every weekend, I got FAT…FAT…FATTER…
”Hey Tubby!” the neighborhood kids began to shout at me. And, then there was…Porky…Fatty…and the best - Lard Butt. Larry, the class clown would jump up behind me, grab my distended gut and jiggle my fat violently yelling,
“And Bill is getting LARGER!” And he was right. I was. I got bigger and bigger and bigger. As I got larger, I got greedier. I manipulated my parents and friends and got fed more food. “Pork Butt” became “Round Boy” and then “Balloon Belly Boy”.
This went on for some time until one day I sat on the class bully in the school yard – grinding ounding him into the courtyard pavement. I was left alone after that.
Don’t get me wrong. I had plenty of friends. I became really popular…especially when I could get practically anything I wanted from my parents. So, I was usually the first to get the new toy, Atari game system, cable TV, etc… I had many friends…well not real friends, but close enough for the time being.
But, I digress. It’s best to say that I took full advantage of all the opportunities afforded to me…and then some. I took from the best – the best education, grades, job – and women…well perhaps not in that category. It was difficult to find someone that met my requirements…refined, beautiful, a woman who knew her own mind and had half a brain…But the added fat on my already ample figure sometimes made it hard to attract who I wanted.
I few years ago I came across some fat acceptance websites. Some actually promoted corpulence. I was intrigued. I was always fascinated by fat. Perhaps it was because my weight had always fluctuated so much in my life. I always tended to be on the pudgy side. Now I was beyond pudgy – a very rotund 350 pounds to be exact –well, ok 352 pounds.
I was in good health although my feet and knees ached from a touch of early arthritis. My doctor had recommended a diet. Surely, a substantial weight loss would lessen my difficulties. I did try, but failed miserably. I just enjoyed everything and anything that involved or revolved around food.
Soon after I moved into my first apartment with two former roommates from college, my weight ballooned –rising almost 80 pounds in less than years time. Two things changed for me during that time – limited money for good, lower fat foods and learning to cook from local television cooking shows. So I learned how to cook l01 ways using pastas, tuna, rice, chop meat, etc. My room mates’ weight skyrocketed as well. Between my good home cooking, trips to burger joints, and beer runs, we didn’t have a chance. The three of us ballooned.
And, as I went from “Balloon Belly Boy” into “Balloon Belly Man”, my fascination with weight gain was magnified. I began to stuff myself even more, enjoying the feeling of being full, taking pictures of myself and posting them for my many admirers. I even tried my hand at some weight gain fiction. I was very successful.
At least I was successful in that. Living on the West coast proved to have some disadvantages for a man of “greater weight.” For one thing, the heat of the summer made me sweat buckets, perspiration dripping into my folds of fat and beading up on my great bulbous gut. The other thing was the weather always tended to be mild. Residents dressed sparsely in bathing suits, shorts, and other summer-weight clothing, heavier people especially of my advancing size would stick out like the proverbial sore thumb.
As I beefed up, I noticed that I needed to make some changes in my life style. Riding my motorcycle into work became increasingly difficult. My bulk swelled out before me preventing me an easy access to the handlebars of my Harley. Eventually I was forced to garage my bike and purchase a dependable pickup truck to get me into the office. These days I tended to do a lot of work from home, making my amply supplied refrigerator too accessible to my growing body.
Soon I was moving from the Men’s department to the Big and Tall Shops. This is where I was eventually to meet Elizabeth. It was a warm day when I realized I had yet again grown out of my clothes. My belly literally bulged out of my white tailored dress shirt, swelling plumply from the tightened dress slacks especially after the particularly large lunch I hind just devoured.
Elizabeth, a saleswoman at the Big and Tall Shop seemed very helpful and knowledgeable. She was a pleasingly plump brunette of Mediterranean descent. Her long wavy hair cascaded down her back. I quickly realized that her piercing green eyes were glued to my protruding gut.
Goosebumps popped up on my skin as I felt her greedy eyes drinking me in… her fingers prodding my overfilled belly…the feel of her tape measure wrapping around my thickened waist. I felt myself blush when from her slight teasing about his hulking flesh.
“You’ve put on a little weight since the last time you were here – it looks well on you,” Elizabeth remarked with clear admiration in her voice.
“Thank you,” I said, steadily. I was a little confused. I didn’t remember ever seeing her in the store before. I straightened a little, sucking in my gut out of reflex.
“I haven’t waited on you before. It’s usually Marta or Ed who get that pleasure. I have only admired you from afar ‘”she added. She firmly poked me in my gut causing a great exhale and my belly to puff fully outward once again.
“Sorry, I need to get a true measurement. You shouldn’t be ashamed to let it all hung out,” Elizabeth explained.
“I’m usually not. I guess I’m a little self conscious around beautiful women,” I replied smoothly.
I gasped in surprise when she grabbed firmly onto my big belly and gave it a good jiggle. I literally became weak-kneed, feeling my shaft becoming as engorged as my belly clearly was from all her special attention to my fattened form.
“HMM m… 51 inches around,” Elizabeth observed. “A BHM indeed.”
We chatted for awhile as Elizabeth outfitted me with new clothing, her hand often coming to rest on the top of my rotund middle. When Elizabeth told me that she was a “FA”, it freed me to discuss the fact that I was a regular contributor to several online weight gain sites.
“It’s not that I’m a gainer,” I told her. “It’s just that I enjoy food and have quite a bit of experience…as you can see from my size.” I told her I had written several narratives under a pen name. She seemed genuinely impressed when I revealed my penname.
“Oh, my lord!” Elizabeth exclaimed. “You’re him! I’m a huge fan of your work.”
She leaned in to him. “I’m curious…have you ever actually been fed like your characters?”
“Only in my imagination,” I said with a chuckle. “Most people find my…interests a little strange. I usually keep my fantasies to myself. Or should I say, for my short stories.”
“I’d love to be your muse, Bill. Would you like to actually experience something your characters do? You know, for real?” she asked, taking a more serious tone.
“Well, I don’t know…yes…yes, I would…would you...you know…would you…” I began, not believing what I was hearing coming from the lips of this lovely, young woman.
“Yes, Bill. I’d love to feed you. How about meeting me here tomorrow…say around 11:30? We can eat lunch somewhere nearby,” she suggested.
“Aren’t you working?” I asked.
“Only the morning…my boss will be taking over for me in the afternoon.”
“Great, it’s a date,” I said.
I was so excited. I paid for my purchases and rushed home. I couldn’t wait for my date with Elizabeth. That evening I choose my clothing very carefully. I had to go to a meeting in the morning, so I decided on the crisp dress shirt and slacks Elizabeth had chosen for me. I added a blue paisley tie from my closet and shined my black shoes until they sparkled.
I tossed and turned most of the night in anticipation. The next day, my meeting went smoothly as expected and I rushed to be with Elizabeth. I arrived just before 11:30. The mall was moderately crowded as I walked confidently up to the Big and Tall Shop where Elizabeth worked. I spotted the lovely Elizabeth right away in her bottle green, low-cut silk dress and silky black stockings and pumps. She was truly a vision of loveliness.
She kissed me on the side of my cheek and said, ”I’m so sorry, Bill, but my boss needs me to work until 6.”
When she saw my smile begin to falter, she cut in, “But, we could still eat in the mall…that is if you’re still into it. And, then perhaps a nice dinner after I get off work?”
I considered it. It was a long way to travel home and I could easily walk around the shops after lunching with her while I waited for her to eat with her again. So, I said yes. She smiled at me, taking my hand in hers, and led me to a table in the food court just a few short yards from her store. We swiftly decided on pizza. She told me to sit and she’d go and get us the lunch.
I sat down. My dress shirt was somewhat loose in fit in spite of my large protruding gut. But, when I spotted Elizabeth returning with several large boxes, I knew that my buttons would definitely be straining…and soon.
“Well, you said you wanted the experience of being fed,” she began. “And, I intend on making sure you experience it FULLY.” She thumped my belly, looking at it thoughtfully. “I can’t wait to see your expression as you begin to blow up in front of me…really fatten…getting huge.”
I was getting really turned on in spite of myself. She opened the box and took out a greasy slice. I opened my mouth wide as she fed me all of it…and then another…and then another…and then before I knew what was happening, I was working on the other pie. I felt myself being stretched larger and larger. The feeling was exhilarating. I leaned back in my chair.
“Oooff! I’m getting really tight,” I said, rubbing my bloated stomach.
“Oh, come on. You’ve barely started,” Elizabeth said, softly. “Won’t you eat more for me..just a little?”
How could I resist her?
Then she began to speak softly, sitting closer. “You are hungry indeed my fat darling,” she crooned. “You are a fat one, aren’t you? I bet there’s no filling you up.”
"Oh, man!" I thought to myself. "I can’t believe this. It’s beyond my wildest dreams. What great material I’m going to be able to get for my stories. But, oh man, I’m getting soo bloated…"
And with every bite not only did my belly grow noticeably larger and larger, but if I felt as if passersby could actually see the rest of me thickening, too.
I couldn’t believe that people didn’t stop and stare at the spectacle. But, everyone just seemed to be concerned for themselves and didn’t pay an iota of attention to my situation. I guess I just was being overly sensitive. But, my senses were on fire. I felt all eyes on my expanding gut and the beautiful woman feeding me.
“Elizabeth, I feel like I’m gonna explode…” I mumbled between bites.
“Nonsense,” she exclaimed, smiling brightly. “Oh, Bill, you know you are so greedy. You know you want so much more…you’re getting so round… my little fatty boy.”
She was making me more excited and she knew it. I had some difficulty leaning over the table, but Elizabeth took care of that. She had me lean back farther, pushing my legs apart, so my expanding gut was cushioned as it grew rounder.
The pizza was followed by dessert. She slid the 2 lb container of rice pudding in front of me.
“Now, I have to go inside to check on a few things. So, I want you to eat every bite for me,” she instructed, stroking my bulging belly. “And, I’ll be watching your progress from the window over there.”
Elizabeth walked slowly to the store as I looked with trepidation at the large portion. I rubbed my distended stomach slowly. Would I be able to get this all into me? Then, I looked up and saw Elizabeth wave. I knew what I had to do. I leaned over the table as best as I could, and shoveled in the pudding like I hadn’t eaten in days.
Stuff…stuff…stuff…BELLY FILLING…stuff…stuff…stuff…BURP…chew…chew…chew…BELLY GURGLING…And with a final gulp and swallow, I sighed with relieve as I finished the last grain of rice.
Elizabeth came running from the store. “Oh, darling, I’m so proud of you!”
She helped me to my feet. I could barely stand. My belly bowed out like an overinflated beach ball. My buttons were definitely straining now.
“I can barely move,” I groaned. “I don’t think I’m gonna be able to walk around the mall in this condition.”
“Hmm…” she said, thoughtfully. “I think you’re right. Perhaps I can have you lay down in the stockroom and take a snooze for awhile. No one will be the wiser. What do you think about that?”
“Won’t you get into trouble with your boss?” I asked, belching slightly.
“If she knew, which she won’t. Come on, I’ll give you a belly rub before I go back onto the selling floor,” she replied.
I agreed somewhat reluctantly. I didn’t want to cause a problem for her, but I also knew that I was so stuffed…I really needed to lay down for a bit. She led me to the rear of the store where the changing rooms were, but then changed directions suddenly and pushed me into the stock room.
Inside the stock room, there were shelves packed with brown boxes. Several crates were near the door. Elizabeth pushed against one, pressing it against the other crate forming a bed for me. She helped me up. My swollen belly stuck straight up in the air, stretching out my new shirt. Elizabeth began to rub my stomach gently. After awhile, I yawned widely and felt the world…slowly…fade…
A Fortuituous Encounter
By Lizzy
(Dedicated to Built4com4t)
By Lizzy
(Dedicated to Built4com4t)
I’m out of control…or should I say – out of my control. Before today, I had always been in complete control of my situation. I had utter control of my parents by the age of three. I had them wrapped around my little finger.
My parents divorced when I was seven – that’s when I really began to get whatever I desired. They were guilty for breaking up the family, especially my mother, who had double the guilt because she pulled out me out of the school and neighborhood I had know since I was born and thrust me into a new situation. So, she had appeased her conscience by stuffing me with sweets…overloading my poor puny belly with extra helpings of stew, macaroni and cheese, and meatballs and spaghetti. My belly ached every time I left the table, swollen into a large sphere…too stuffed to go out and play. I retreated to my bedroom to lie flat on my bed, rubbing my tortured middle as I watched TV.
My father was no better. Although he complained that I was transforming into a “little tub”, he wouldn’t be outdone by my mother.
“It’s the park for you, my boy – get some exercise. You’re getting fat,” he’d say to me. “Bill, you need to run around to get the fat off of you.”
But, the candy shop was on the way to the park and I’d be allowed to fill my pockets with Oh Henry bars, Bit-o-Honeys, Bazooka gum, and jelly beans. We’d walk in the park for awhile and then back to the candy shop for a banana split, egg cream, or malted.
Between the gorging at every meal and candy runs every weekend, I got FAT…FAT…FATTER…
”Hey Tubby!” the neighborhood kids began to shout at me. And, then there was…Porky…Fatty…and the best - Lard Butt. Larry, the class clown would jump up behind me, grab my distended gut and jiggle my fat violently yelling,
“And Bill is getting LARGER!” And he was right. I was. I got bigger and bigger and bigger. As I got larger, I got greedier. I manipulated my parents and friends and got fed more food. “Pork Butt” became “Round Boy” and then “Balloon Belly Boy”.
This went on for some time until one day I sat on the class bully in the school yard – grinding ounding him into the courtyard pavement. I was left alone after that.
Don’t get me wrong. I had plenty of friends. I became really popular…especially when I could get practically anything I wanted from my parents. So, I was usually the first to get the new toy, Atari game system, cable TV, etc… I had many friends…well not real friends, but close enough for the time being.
But, I digress. It’s best to say that I took full advantage of all the opportunities afforded to me…and then some. I took from the best – the best education, grades, job – and women…well perhaps not in that category. It was difficult to find someone that met my requirements…refined, beautiful, a woman who knew her own mind and had half a brain…But the added fat on my already ample figure sometimes made it hard to attract who I wanted.
I few years ago I came across some fat acceptance websites. Some actually promoted corpulence. I was intrigued. I was always fascinated by fat. Perhaps it was because my weight had always fluctuated so much in my life. I always tended to be on the pudgy side. Now I was beyond pudgy – a very rotund 350 pounds to be exact –well, ok 352 pounds.
I was in good health although my feet and knees ached from a touch of early arthritis. My doctor had recommended a diet. Surely, a substantial weight loss would lessen my difficulties. I did try, but failed miserably. I just enjoyed everything and anything that involved or revolved around food.
Soon after I moved into my first apartment with two former roommates from college, my weight ballooned –rising almost 80 pounds in less than years time. Two things changed for me during that time – limited money for good, lower fat foods and learning to cook from local television cooking shows. So I learned how to cook l01 ways using pastas, tuna, rice, chop meat, etc. My room mates’ weight skyrocketed as well. Between my good home cooking, trips to burger joints, and beer runs, we didn’t have a chance. The three of us ballooned.
And, as I went from “Balloon Belly Boy” into “Balloon Belly Man”, my fascination with weight gain was magnified. I began to stuff myself even more, enjoying the feeling of being full, taking pictures of myself and posting them for my many admirers. I even tried my hand at some weight gain fiction. I was very successful.
At least I was successful in that. Living on the West coast proved to have some disadvantages for a man of “greater weight.” For one thing, the heat of the summer made me sweat buckets, perspiration dripping into my folds of fat and beading up on my great bulbous gut. The other thing was the weather always tended to be mild. Residents dressed sparsely in bathing suits, shorts, and other summer-weight clothing, heavier people especially of my advancing size would stick out like the proverbial sore thumb.
As I beefed up, I noticed that I needed to make some changes in my life style. Riding my motorcycle into work became increasingly difficult. My bulk swelled out before me preventing me an easy access to the handlebars of my Harley. Eventually I was forced to garage my bike and purchase a dependable pickup truck to get me into the office. These days I tended to do a lot of work from home, making my amply supplied refrigerator too accessible to my growing body.
Soon I was moving from the Men’s department to the Big and Tall Shops. This is where I was eventually to meet Elizabeth. It was a warm day when I realized I had yet again grown out of my clothes. My belly literally bulged out of my white tailored dress shirt, swelling plumply from the tightened dress slacks especially after the particularly large lunch I hind just devoured.
Elizabeth, a saleswoman at the Big and Tall Shop seemed very helpful and knowledgeable. She was a pleasingly plump brunette of Mediterranean descent. Her long wavy hair cascaded down her back. I quickly realized that her piercing green eyes were glued to my protruding gut.
Goosebumps popped up on my skin as I felt her greedy eyes drinking me in… her fingers prodding my overfilled belly…the feel of her tape measure wrapping around my thickened waist. I felt myself blush when from her slight teasing about his hulking flesh.
“You’ve put on a little weight since the last time you were here – it looks well on you,” Elizabeth remarked with clear admiration in her voice.
“Thank you,” I said, steadily. I was a little confused. I didn’t remember ever seeing her in the store before. I straightened a little, sucking in my gut out of reflex.
“I haven’t waited on you before. It’s usually Marta or Ed who get that pleasure. I have only admired you from afar ‘”she added. She firmly poked me in my gut causing a great exhale and my belly to puff fully outward once again.
“Sorry, I need to get a true measurement. You shouldn’t be ashamed to let it all hung out,” Elizabeth explained.
“I’m usually not. I guess I’m a little self conscious around beautiful women,” I replied smoothly.
I gasped in surprise when she grabbed firmly onto my big belly and gave it a good jiggle. I literally became weak-kneed, feeling my shaft becoming as engorged as my belly clearly was from all her special attention to my fattened form.
“HMM m… 51 inches around,” Elizabeth observed. “A BHM indeed.”
We chatted for awhile as Elizabeth outfitted me with new clothing, her hand often coming to rest on the top of my rotund middle. When Elizabeth told me that she was a “FA”, it freed me to discuss the fact that I was a regular contributor to several online weight gain sites.
“It’s not that I’m a gainer,” I told her. “It’s just that I enjoy food and have quite a bit of experience…as you can see from my size.” I told her I had written several narratives under a pen name. She seemed genuinely impressed when I revealed my penname.
“Oh, my lord!” Elizabeth exclaimed. “You’re him! I’m a huge fan of your work.”
She leaned in to him. “I’m curious…have you ever actually been fed like your characters?”
“Only in my imagination,” I said with a chuckle. “Most people find my…interests a little strange. I usually keep my fantasies to myself. Or should I say, for my short stories.”
“I’d love to be your muse, Bill. Would you like to actually experience something your characters do? You know, for real?” she asked, taking a more serious tone.
“Well, I don’t know…yes…yes, I would…would you...you know…would you…” I began, not believing what I was hearing coming from the lips of this lovely, young woman.
“Yes, Bill. I’d love to feed you. How about meeting me here tomorrow…say around 11:30? We can eat lunch somewhere nearby,” she suggested.
“Aren’t you working?” I asked.
“Only the morning…my boss will be taking over for me in the afternoon.”
“Great, it’s a date,” I said.
I was so excited. I paid for my purchases and rushed home. I couldn’t wait for my date with Elizabeth. That evening I choose my clothing very carefully. I had to go to a meeting in the morning, so I decided on the crisp dress shirt and slacks Elizabeth had chosen for me. I added a blue paisley tie from my closet and shined my black shoes until they sparkled.
I tossed and turned most of the night in anticipation. The next day, my meeting went smoothly as expected and I rushed to be with Elizabeth. I arrived just before 11:30. The mall was moderately crowded as I walked confidently up to the Big and Tall Shop where Elizabeth worked. I spotted the lovely Elizabeth right away in her bottle green, low-cut silk dress and silky black stockings and pumps. She was truly a vision of loveliness.
She kissed me on the side of my cheek and said, ”I’m so sorry, Bill, but my boss needs me to work until 6.”
When she saw my smile begin to falter, she cut in, “But, we could still eat in the mall…that is if you’re still into it. And, then perhaps a nice dinner after I get off work?”
I considered it. It was a long way to travel home and I could easily walk around the shops after lunching with her while I waited for her to eat with her again. So, I said yes. She smiled at me, taking my hand in hers, and led me to a table in the food court just a few short yards from her store. We swiftly decided on pizza. She told me to sit and she’d go and get us the lunch.
I sat down. My dress shirt was somewhat loose in fit in spite of my large protruding gut. But, when I spotted Elizabeth returning with several large boxes, I knew that my buttons would definitely be straining…and soon.
“Well, you said you wanted the experience of being fed,” she began. “And, I intend on making sure you experience it FULLY.” She thumped my belly, looking at it thoughtfully. “I can’t wait to see your expression as you begin to blow up in front of me…really fatten…getting huge.”
I was getting really turned on in spite of myself. She opened the box and took out a greasy slice. I opened my mouth wide as she fed me all of it…and then another…and then another…and then before I knew what was happening, I was working on the other pie. I felt myself being stretched larger and larger. The feeling was exhilarating. I leaned back in my chair.
“Oooff! I’m getting really tight,” I said, rubbing my bloated stomach.
“Oh, come on. You’ve barely started,” Elizabeth said, softly. “Won’t you eat more for me..just a little?”
How could I resist her?
Then she began to speak softly, sitting closer. “You are hungry indeed my fat darling,” she crooned. “You are a fat one, aren’t you? I bet there’s no filling you up.”
"Oh, man!" I thought to myself. "I can’t believe this. It’s beyond my wildest dreams. What great material I’m going to be able to get for my stories. But, oh man, I’m getting soo bloated…"
And with every bite not only did my belly grow noticeably larger and larger, but if I felt as if passersby could actually see the rest of me thickening, too.
I couldn’t believe that people didn’t stop and stare at the spectacle. But, everyone just seemed to be concerned for themselves and didn’t pay an iota of attention to my situation. I guess I just was being overly sensitive. But, my senses were on fire. I felt all eyes on my expanding gut and the beautiful woman feeding me.
“Elizabeth, I feel like I’m gonna explode…” I mumbled between bites.
“Nonsense,” she exclaimed, smiling brightly. “Oh, Bill, you know you are so greedy. You know you want so much more…you’re getting so round… my little fatty boy.”
She was making me more excited and she knew it. I had some difficulty leaning over the table, but Elizabeth took care of that. She had me lean back farther, pushing my legs apart, so my expanding gut was cushioned as it grew rounder.
The pizza was followed by dessert. She slid the 2 lb container of rice pudding in front of me.
“Now, I have to go inside to check on a few things. So, I want you to eat every bite for me,” she instructed, stroking my bulging belly. “And, I’ll be watching your progress from the window over there.”
Elizabeth walked slowly to the store as I looked with trepidation at the large portion. I rubbed my distended stomach slowly. Would I be able to get this all into me? Then, I looked up and saw Elizabeth wave. I knew what I had to do. I leaned over the table as best as I could, and shoveled in the pudding like I hadn’t eaten in days.
Stuff…stuff…stuff…BELLY FILLING…stuff…stuff…stuff…BURP…chew…chew…chew…BELLY GURGLING…And with a final gulp and swallow, I sighed with relieve as I finished the last grain of rice.
Elizabeth came running from the store. “Oh, darling, I’m so proud of you!”
She helped me to my feet. I could barely stand. My belly bowed out like an overinflated beach ball. My buttons were definitely straining now.
“I can barely move,” I groaned. “I don’t think I’m gonna be able to walk around the mall in this condition.”
“Hmm…” she said, thoughtfully. “I think you’re right. Perhaps I can have you lay down in the stockroom and take a snooze for awhile. No one will be the wiser. What do you think about that?”
“Won’t you get into trouble with your boss?” I asked, belching slightly.
“If she knew, which she won’t. Come on, I’ll give you a belly rub before I go back onto the selling floor,” she replied.
I agreed somewhat reluctantly. I didn’t want to cause a problem for her, but I also knew that I was so stuffed…I really needed to lay down for a bit. She led me to the rear of the store where the changing rooms were, but then changed directions suddenly and pushed me into the stock room.
Inside the stock room, there were shelves packed with brown boxes. Several crates were near the door. Elizabeth pushed against one, pressing it against the other crate forming a bed for me. She helped me up. My swollen belly stuck straight up in the air, stretching out my new shirt. Elizabeth began to rub my stomach gently. After awhile, I yawned widely and felt the world…slowly…fade…
