Sexy Comfortable: Double Gobble

Sexy Comfortable: A story by ~snr6424
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Excerpt from Sexy Comfortable - Chapter 4

"Julie Marie Dalton!" Heather exclaimed.  "What do you have there?!"

Julie smiled sheepishly.  "I tried making cheddar biscuits and a green bean casserole.  I hope they came out okay."

"Aw, hun, that's so sexy sweet of you!  Hey Kevin, Julie brought cheddar biscuits and green bean casserole!"

"That sounds delicious!" Kevin called back.

"He's in the dining room, all ready to carve up the bird," Heather told Julie.  "You ready for a grand ol' feast?"

Julie smiled and nodded, wondering if it had been wise to wear jeans and a belt.  She had been looking forward to this meal ever since Heather had invited her to join them for Thanksgiving.  Heather and Kevin had really gone out of their way to make Julie feel very welcome and at home, even giving her a key to their house.

Just a year ago, Julie would have been more concerned finding a low-fat gravy and avoiding starch than enjoying the meal.  Now, freed from many of her petty concerns, Julie was anxiously looking forward to a delicious feast and wonderful company.

"So, hope you're hungry," Heather remarked as she and Julie entered the dining room.

Julie pulled up short, her eyes widening in surprise.  "Whoa . . . "

"Somebody got a little excited," Kevin chuckled.

Heather shrugged, a somewhat impish expression on her face.  "It's Thanksgiving, time for a sexy feast and special friends.  Rev your engines, loosen your belts, and dig in!"

Julie put her dishes on the table and sat down in her chair.  She was frankly surprised that there was room for what she had brought, the table was almost overflowing.  A large turkey sat in the center, roasted golden-brown.  It was surrounded by large bowls of mashed potatoes, squash, and stuffing.  There was also cranberry sauce, crescent rolls, and several gravy boats.  Julie felt her mouth start to water, there was no doubt that her newly awakened appetite was quite aroused by the sight in front of her.

"C'mon, quit your drooling," Heather teased Julie.  "I meant it, grab something and pass it along.  I'm hungry over here!"

"So all that snacking while you cooked . . . ?" Kevin asked.

"That was just a . . . warm-up," Heather replied.  "Gotta make sure my little tummy's in eating mode!"

Kevin laughed loudly.  "I don't think I've ever seen you not in eating mode."

"Yeah, well, I don't see you going hungry either, buster."

Kevin thumped his midsection.  "Nope, I obviously haven't missed too many meals since I met you.  How could I, when I've married the most beautiful and talented baker in the whole world?"

"Aw, flattery will get you an extra serving of potatoes," Heather beamed, spooning more onto her husband's plate.

"Have I told you what a wonderful boss you are?" Julie asked with a giggle.

"Yes, but I always love hearing it again," Heather laughed, plopping a big serving onto Julie's plate.

The light-hearted banter continued throughout the meal, as plates were filled and emptied and filled again.  When Julie went to loosen her belt for the second time, she realized it was already at the last notch.  With a mental shrug she just unbuckled completely and unfastened her top button, knowing she was among friends.

"More *hic* stuffing?" Heather asked sometime later.

"None for me," Kevin sighed.  "I think I'm throwing in the towel."

"Such a big, strong guy getting out-eaten by two little ladies?" Heather teased.  "For shame, sir."

"Yeah, yeah.  Hey, you look like you could use a bit more gravy for your turkey, and here's cranberry sauce."

"Mm-mm," Heather hummed to herself, looking at her re-filled plate.  "I do believe I could go on eating forever."

"I think I'd like to see that," Kevin replied.  "Howya doing, Julie?  Need anything else?"

Julie's jeans only had one button still fastened, and even that was starting to pinch her waxing waistline.  There was no doubt that she had eaten a tremendous amount already, but a little voice urged her to keep going.

"Um, I'd love some more of that stuffing, and maybe some dark meat, and of course some gravy, oh, how about that cranberry sauce too?"

Kevin and Heather shared a small smile as they passed various dishes to Julie, watching the blonde eagerly spoon yet another helping of everything onto her plate.  The conversation quieted a bit, the girls more focused on eating than talking.  Kevin, feeling pleasantly replete, was quite satisfied watching the girls indulge freely.  He had seen Heather get into these moods before, eating like she was in a trance until there was simply nothing left in front of her.  These episodes were usually followed by long belly rubs to ease the pressure, and almost always led to something even more enjoyable.

The true surprise was that formerly waif-like Julie was matching Heather almost bite for bite.  Kevin took a moment to really examine how much Julie had changed over the past several months.  The biggest difference was probably her countenance, she was almost glowing.  Her cheekbones and jawline were slightly blurred, and as she chewed Kevin noticed that she was developing just a slight hint of a second chin.  Her thin, almost skinny, form had filled out nicely.  Her upper arms jiggled slightly as she cut through a piece of turkey.  Her narrow hips had rounded in a nicely padded derriere that now cushioned her as she sat.  Even her concave abdomen now mounded out in a decidedly convex fashion.

Finally, the dishes had been emptied and all that remained were a few bits on Heather's plate.  With a look of concentration, Heather scooped up a small bit of cranberry sauce, stuffing, and potato onto her fork.  She then stabbed the last bite of turkey.

"Do you . . . know what . . . this is?" she huffed.

Julie shook her head mutely, both hands gently caressing her very bloated middle.

"Explain it . . . to her," Heather told her husband.

Kevin smiled and looked at Julie.  "Heather has this thing she calls the 'key bite'.  It's like the, um, capstone of the meal.  It's supposed to be the combination of taste and texture that will perfectly complete the meal."

"Mm-hmm, it just . . . tops off the meal . . . just right," Heather said.

She slid the fork between her lips, then pulled it out completely clean.  A look of rapture crossed her face as she set down her fork and held her amazingly stuffed belly.

"So," Kevin said, looking at the pair of glutted beauties.  "Who's ready for dessert?"

Both girls groaned softly, packed so full that even a single bite seemed impossible.

"Okay," he relented.  "You girls go relax in the living room, I'll clean up here."

"I knew there was a reason I loved you," Heather murmured.  "But first help me up."

She reached her arms out toward him.  Chuckling, Kevin obediently grabbed her wrists and pulled her upright.  He marveled at how heavy she seemed, weighed down from her gluttony.  Standing with her back arched slightly, Heather's globular gut stuck out astonishingly far.  Julie, having reached her feet on her own, looked similarly gravid.  The two girls waddled off together, trying not to jostle their overloaded stomachs.

In the living room they gratefully sank down onto the couch.  Julie unfastened the last button on her jeans and sighed in relief.  Heather rolled up her blouse to unabashedly display her taut tummy.

"Wow, now there's a food baby," she observed.

"More like *hic* food twins," Julie teased.

"What about you?  I have to say, I was quite impressed that you were able to stay with me."

"I'm kinda impressed with me too.  Apparently all that training is really starting to pay off."

"No kidding.  Whew, I really outdid myself this year.  I'm so full I could pop.  It is too bad, though . . ."

"What is?" Julie asked.

"Well, part of the great thing about Thanksgiving is eating the leftovers the next day.  But we just polished that all off."

"Yeah, we really ate a ton."

For a minute they were quiet, rubbing distended bellies and thinking about how much they had really eaten.

"Know what?" Heather announced.

"What?"

"I bet stores are selling all the Thanksgiving fixings dirt cheap tomorrow.  We could probably make a whole 'nother meal!"

"Oh, I dunno Heather.  I mean, I'll be surprised if I can even get off your couch by tomorrow.  I'm too stuffed to move."

"Yeah, but, we can take it easy tomorrow.  We'll just eat a regular sized meal and have leftovers for the weekend."

Julie looked at her friend.  Even a "regular sized meal" with Heather was rather daunting.  But then again, it was really delicious.

"Okay, we'll go out tomorrow morning and look for food.  But maybe a smaller bird this time."

"Yay!  It'll be fun, Thanksgiving part two!"

"Just so long as it isn't roll me back to my apartment part two."

Kevin walked in a few minutes later and smiled.  Both had nodded off, hands clasped at the apex of their swollen middles.  He sat down and waited, knowing that soon Heather would awake.

Sure enough, a few moments later her nose started to twitch.  She licked her lips as she started to wake.  For a moment she just blinked around owlishly before realizing why she awoke.

"Warm apple pie!" she cried.

"Hu-whu?" Julie flinched awake.  "What did you say?"

"It's time for pie," Heather stated, her cherubic face lighting up in a grin.

"Ooh, not already," Julie groaned.  "I'm still massively full."

"But it's pie!" Heather repeated.

"Heather, I'm -"

"Pie!"

Julie sighed.  "Okay, just a teensy little slice."

"Pumpkin or apple?" Kevin asked, getting to his feet.

"Both, and ice cream," Heather replied.

She made a happy little cooing sound and rubbed her stomach in anticipation.

"I can't believe you have room to eat more," Julie said.  "I still feel like I swallowed a bowling ball."

"Oh, I've always had a separate stomach for desserts," Heather replied.  "And I do love homemade pie on Thanksgiving.  Mm-mm!"

Kevin returned with two plates, each with a large wedge of each kind of pie and several scoops of ice cream.

"Oh no," Julie protested as he handed one to her.  "I just wanted a taste."

"C'mon girlie, why so shy all of a sudden?  It's Thanksgiving, the day of plenty!  You've matched me well so far, don't let me down now!"

Julie knew she didn't stand a chance of convincing Heather that she couldn't eat it all.  As a matter of fact, a distinct rumbling began in her stomach as soon as she inhaled the wonderful aroma of the freshly warmed desserts.

"Fine," she acquiesced, "but if I explode I hope it ruins your couch."

Julie and Heather both managed to finish their desserts without bursting, although both had reached such a state of utter fullness that movement had become impossible.  They sat for a while, slumped down in a semi-reclined state, softly moaning.

After a while, Julie became aware that Kevin and Heather were gazing at each other with a certain intensity.  Julie knew it was time to get going, and fortunately found herself able to move again.  After promising to meet Heather the next morning for a shopping trip, she said her goodbyes.  Julie and Heather laughed when they tried to hug and their twin-stuffed bellies bumped into each other.

Julie drove home slowly, feeling incredibly lethargic.  As soon as her apartment door shut behind her, she began peeling off her restrictive clothes as she staggered to bed.  Finally undressed, she collapsed into bed and reached for the bottle of lotion she kept on her nightstand.  After squeezing out a generous dollop, she began working it into her gradually softening middle.  In no time at all she was fast asleep, her domed stomach rising and falling with each breath.

A few blocks away, Heather was also unclothed and in bed.  However, she was not alone nor asleep.  Kevin murmured softly to her as he gently rubbed her gurgling stomach, his strong fingers expertly pressing her every button as his lips explored her every hill and valley.

"K-Kevin," she gasped.  "Before you -oh!  Could you, um, oh my . . . why don't you . . . oh yes . . . go downstairs and -ooh!  Yeah, grab the rest of, um, the rest of, oh, the apple pie."



Julie woke up early the next morning, but not because her alarm went off.  Instead, it was grumblings of her complaining stomach that roused her.  She put one hand to her midsection as she sat up in bed, trying to ease away the gnawing ache.

"How . . . how can I be so hungry?" she wondered aloud.  "I ate so much last night . . . "

Another loud growl interrupted her thoughts.  Julie threw on a robe as she got out of bed and headed straight for the kitchen.  Her stomach was sending her one loud, clear and insistent signal . . .

eat . . . EAT . . . EAT . . . !!!

She scarfed down one pastry to hold the hunger at bay as she warmed her counter-top skillet.  Soon, a bevy of bacon was frying, accompanied by several large pancakes.  Two more pastries had disappeared while Julie prepared her breakfast, but they barely dented her voracious appetite.  Julie was licking her lips as she sat down to finally eat, her eyes bright with anticipation.  She had come to love the combination of bacon and syrup-drenched pancake, just the right blend of salty and sweet.

Julie ate and ate, so focused on banishing her hunger that she didn't how much she was eating.  It seemed that one second her stomach was painfully empty, the next it was heavily full and distended.

"Ooh, overdid it a bit," Julie moaned, undoing the belt on her robe and letting it fall open.

She gazed a bit at her tummy, sticking out in a quite audacious fashion.  It was hard to deny the changes that occurred over the past several months when confronted with such evidence.

Oh well, it's no big deal, she thought.  Besides, I ate a lot yesterday and just had a big breakfast, I'm bound to be a little bloated.  I'm sure I'll lose a couple inches over the next week or so as things get back to normal.

Julie cleaned up and showered, trying to ignore the fact that her brown slacks pinched her waist a bit.  She threw on a white sweater with a festive leaf pattern and went to pick up Heather at her house so they could go shopping for ingredients..

Less than two hours later they returned, having been quite successful in their quest for all the ingredients for Thanksgiving Part Deux.  The two women immediately went to work in the kitchen, shooing away Kevin.  He retreated to the living room with a grin and the newspaper.  A few hours later he poked his head back into the kitchen, drawn by the wonderful aromas.

"Not ready yet!" Heather scolded him, brandishing her wooden spoon.  "There's some crackers and cheese over there, snack on that for now."

"Wow," Kevin said, looking around.  "You really are making a whole 'nother Thanksgiving dinner.  I didn't really think you were serious."

"Come now, my dear husband," Heather replied.  "You should know by now that I don't joke about my food.  Yesterday's dinner was so great, why not do it again?"

It was a few more hours before it was complete, but once again the dining room table groaned beneath the weight of a huge feast.  Heather carved up the turkey with a smile, licking her lips as she surveyed the feast.  Julie admired the way that Heather accentuated her curved form with a somewhat daring bared shoulder look, her red top hugging her voluptuous form.  

Once the turkey was carved, they took their places once more around the table and began to eat.  Julie had promised herself that she wouldn't be a pig again, meaning only to eat moderate portions of each dish.

But of course, the best laid plans . . .

"Ooh," Julie groaned sometime later.  "I told myself I wasn't going to *urp* do this again."

"Loosen your belt," Heather suggested.

"I already took it off," Julie admitted.

"Unbutton your pants."

"Unbuttoned and unzipped."

"Feeling sexy comfortable?"

"I dunno about comfortable.  I just ate enough for *hic* a family of four."

Heather giggled.  "Yeah, me too.  Gosh, I love Thanksgiving."

Julie felt her eyelids start to droop as she kept rubbing her middle.  There was something strangely satisfying about eating hugely and lazing around.  Just so long as she didn't do it too often.

After all, she didn't want . . . to . . . get . . . fat . . .



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