Puttin It On (5)"Let's have a contest!" David told me.
"OK," I agreed. "What kind?"
"An eating contest!" David exclaimed.
"What does the winner get?"
"We'll see," david replied with a mischevious sparkle in his eyes.
I smiled and agreed. The boxes were opened. Whenever we had a rib we would add 5 tallies and whenever we had a wing, we added one.
"On your mark.... get set..... GO!" David shouted and it was a flurry of activity. I choked down 7 of the wings and 2 1/2 of the ribs. David quickly ate 13 wings and 2 1/2 of the ribs.
My belly was bloated. My stomach ached. I felt fuller and rounder than I ever had in my life. I loved it. My stomach was like a balloon, filled to the brim with helium, about to go POP! I began groaning.
"Ugggh, my stomach..... it hurts soooo bad!" I complained. David smiled.
"Poor Sammie ate soo much but couldn't beat me," David teased. "She only got 19 1/2 tallies and David got 25 1/2 tallies and isn't in pain."
"How do you eat sooo much and still have a 6-pack?" I groaned, rubbing my stomach that had become rounded.
David smiled. "Come on, poor Sam. We'll go sit in the living room."
We walked into the living room. My miniskirt practically had my stomach begging for mercy. My shirt was about to shoot up, revealing a big stomach. I sucked in as much as I could but my stomach refused to stay put. It was still round.
Finally, finally I got to the couch, where I instantly fell down onto it. David smiled knowingly and sat besides me. I laid down and got more comfy. David began kissing my neck, then my cheek, and up to my face. His hands worked below, pulling up my tight tank top, and letting my stomach out. I gasped at how good it felt to finally let it free. Expertly, he tugged off my UGGs. My stomach was still straining against the skirt but it was very much relieved. I began kissing him back, sometimes pulling back to gasp for breath.
That's when he began pulling down the tight skirt. My stomach seemed to fall forwards. He began making circles, holding it, and moving his hands up and down, while still kissing me.
Soon, too soon, he laughed against my face and stood up. "How are you?" He asked.
"Hungry," I said, completely on accident. I blushed as I realized it was true. What a pig I was becoming!
David smiled. "I'll be right back," he said, with another kiss. Then he was out the door.
"Don't go!" I cried, too late. I laid there for a minute, knowing I could never catch up. I fingered my new gut, wondering how big it was. I guessed sizes, all way out of proportion, I knew. Finally, I had to know. I grabbed onto the top of the couch cushions and used them to heave myself up. They bended under my new weight, but I still managed to clamber up.
I was out of breath and disgusted at myself. How could I be out of breath after merely sitting up?! I was on track team! I could run three miles without breaking into a sweat! Yet here I was, panting and hugging a cushion just so I could sit up! I HAD to see how much weight I had gained.
After a couple of grueling minutes, I managed to stand up and walk down the hall into my bedroom. Before I got opened my bedroom door, I sucked in my tummy, pulled down my shirt, pulled up my miniskirt, and finally opened the door.
I walked into the room, belly still sucked in, and opened my closet door, which was adorned by my full-size mirror. I looked at myself from the front: yes there was a mound noticeable, but barely. I turned and checked from the side. From this perspective it looked like a little mound of orange peels was inside my shirt.
I closed my eyes, pulled up my shirt, and pulled down my skirt. I felt my belly fall forward, though certainly not as hard as before. I turned myself so I was facing forwards to the mirror, and opened my eyes.
Without sucking in, it was noticeable that I had gained a bit of weight. My belly hung a couple of centimeters over the pulled down skirt, but not very far. I turned to see myself from the side. Ahhh, here I looked worse. It looked like 2 small oranges (nestled side by side) were in my stomach. I sighed, and poked my finger into my stomach. It only went in 1-3 centimeters, though that was much more than yesterday. Oh, well, I'd have to run it off. Until then, however, I could just relax.
I walked back into the living room, sat on the sofa, and flicked on the TV. After a few minutes of this, I felt too uncomfortable and pulled of my clothes so I was just in my underwear. As I sat back down, someone whistled. I turned indignantly, only to see David.
"Seriously?!" I demanded.
"Yeah," he said. I noticed he was he carrying two grocery bags.
"What's in the bags?" I asked.
"A special treat for you!" David answered.
I didn't like the looks of this. Ok, fine, I did. I WAS hungry after all...