chapter 9

At home, Dani quickly changed into her lounge clothes and threw her work clothes onto the bedroom floor. She pulled up messenger as she walked down the hall towards the kitchen.

‘Sorry bb, today was another beast but I’m home! Weekend! I laughed out loud when I read that last message. I bet he was kind of relieved to see his best man was catching up! What are you up to?’

Dani pulled a tupperware from the fridge which contained the last meal she had prepared earlier in the week. As it warmed up in the microwave, she poured herself a tall glass of wine and sipped as she scrolled through Instagram.

After a few posts, she stopped on a picture posted by Pete. The 6 guys posed sarcastically in the grass, Josh in the front with his hat on backward, beer in one hand, peace sign in the other.

“Dopes.” she laughed as she double-tapped.

Dani sank deep into the couch and pulled a blanket over her lap. She kicked her feet up on the coffee table and turned on the TV. The local news buzzed in the background as she continued scrolling through her phone, sipping on her wine.

Her vibrating phone lifted her as she began to doze off.

‘You might be right about that!’ Josh responded. His text accompanied a picture of Bree standing between Josh and Geoff, all three smiling for the camera.

‘Hey! What’s she doing there!? No wifeys allowed on bach weekend!!!’ she texted back.

She looked at the picture and marveled at how Josh actually looked heavier than Geoff. His cheeks were puffy, his chin was rounded, and there was no hiding that belly despite recently buying a few new shirts. She had yet to get used to Geoff’s doughy body, let alone Josh’s.

‘We stopped by their place real quick before heading to the Airbnb. Couldn’t have blown through town without saying hi!’

Dani drifted off, picturing Geoff and Josh tied to chairs back-to-back as Bree stuffed them both to the brim with Dani was forced to watch. ‘One fetish at a time, D.’ She thought to herself.

‘Aw, I wish I was there so I could have a nice wek with Bree. Well, I give all you boys permission to eat loads of burgers and drink tons of beers, you especially ;-) ‘

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Dani flinched on the couch as she woke suddenly. She groaned at her screen which seemed to stick its tongue out at her as it read ‘1:24 AM’

She scrolled through a number of texts from Josh, which grew sillier and more incoherent with each blue bubble. At the end, Josh sent a picture of his reflection in the bathroom mirror, shirt rolled up, belly as round as it’s ever looked. His face expressed a sarcastic shock, hand resting at the top of his gut.

‘WOW!!! Looks like someone’s enjoying himself. Wouldn’t mind if he enjoyed himself a whole lot more ;-) Headed to bed bb. Dreaming of you showing everyone that manly beer belly on the beach. Eat up and have fun!’

Moments later, Dani drifted to an unfamiliar room. The setting sun gave light to beige walls as it shone through the open window. The curtains crawled around the breeze which wandered in.

On the table in front of her, a large box pizza box laid open, only a few nibbled crusts and grease stains left behind. An empty bottle of Coke stood next to another, still half full.

“Dan…” she heard from behind. She turned to see Josh sitting on the carpeted floor, back against the wall, wrists helplessly tied above him. In agony, he whined, “I don’t know how much more I can take.”

His fattened cheeks were stained orange with pizza grease and dotted with white frosting. His belly spilled out onto his lap and nearly hid his tiny black briefs. His chunky thighs, absent of any definition, spread wide to make room for his gut which had begun to droop between them.

“I’m so full…” he whimpered.

Dani approached; sleek legs adorned in black nylon thigh-highs ran sharply into a pair of black stilettos. She crouched by his side.

“Baby…” she scolded, “do you really want to quit this close to 275? I thought you wanted to get big and fat for me.”

“I do baby, I do. I don’t wanna quit. I just need a break.”

“I don’t think you need a break.”

“Please, please…” he whined, “just give me a minute to catch my breath.”

Dani looked to his side, where a single white cupcake with confetti sprinkles sat in a container among 3 empty spaces.

“You have to understand, baby, if you really want to get big and fat for me, you need to let me push you past your limits. You have to eat past the discomfort. We need to stretch that stomach so you stop getting this full so quickly. Do you understand?”

“Of course, D. Of course…” he panted. “Can you just...rub my stomach for a sec, I--”

“Rub your what?” she interrupted.

“Belly, my belly. Rub my belly, baby. Please, I am literally begging you.”

“And if I agree to rub your belly, will you stop whining and get back to eating? All this crying is wasting time you could be spending eating. You understand that, don’t you?” Dani enunciated sharply, tone hardening in frustration with each passing word.

“Yes, yes. Whatever you say. Please…”

“So needy.” Dani reached out to the top of his belly and gently rubbed across the pale expanse of his tightly packed gut. She rolled her eyes as he continued to catch his breath between moans.

“What are you out of breath f--” Dani was suddenly interrupted by a behemoth of a belch. Josh moaned in great relief.

“Burping like a big fat hog. Now we just need to make you eat like one.”

Dani reached for the remaining cupcake and shoved it into his face.

“More.” she growled.

Dani smacked her lips back on her couch, pillow damp with drool. She searched her lap in the dark for her phone and headed for bed.