chapter 2

He told her he was going to start with the mozzarella sticks, reasoning that the spinach artichoke dip was too hot to eat right away, and that the mozzarella sticks would taste the best right out of the fryer.

"I bet you can't eat all of the mozzarella sticks in less than two minutes," she dared him.

"Aren't you going to have any?" he asked.

She looked at him, confused, "Of course not, you know I don't eat this stuff.
And besides," she smiled, "I wouldn't want that big belly of yours to miss out on a single calorie." He noticed her very subtly lick her bottom lip as she started the timer on her phone.
He began to eat.

She watched as he made each mozzarella stick disappear in just two bites. She imagined all that gooey cheese and fried breading plumping up his belly as it disappeared into his mouth. She couldn't wait to really get her hands on him and press and poke him to see how much softer he had become.

"Well, did I do it?!"

She looked up from his belly, not realizing she had gotten lost in her thoughts. She glanced down at her phone and stopped the timer.

"You just made it by 15 seconds!" Her gaze returned to his large tummy. "How do you feel?"

"I feel fine, ready to eat more!" he said, excitedly.

She knew he wouldn't be so eager to keep stuffing himself in an hour. He never seemed to remember that their feeding sessions were a marathon, not a sprint. Though it really didn't matter, because he was going to eat what she told him to no matter what. If he wanted to make a pig out of himself right away, that was his business. Such a fat, round, greedy boy.

Next, he started on the nachos. He gobbled them up quickly, seemingly unbothered by the table pressing increasingly far into his round stomach. His belly had swelled a bit, putting the buttons on his shirt under more duress than they were when he'd first arrived.

About three-quarters of the way through the nachos, Jessica the waitress returned.

"How is everything?" she asked, trying to avoid looking at the big roll of fat being pressed out onto the table.

"Why don't you ask him," the woman replied, "he's the one eating it all."

Jessica turned her gaze to the man hesitantly, "Sir, how is your meal so far?"

"It's delicious, thank you!" he answered pleasantly, though a flush of red crossed his cheeks when he spoke.

"Can I get anything else for you right now?" Jessica asked.

"Yes, please," said the woman, "a bacon cheeseburger, cooked rare, and an order of macaroni and cheese."

Jessica spoke as she wrote down the order, "Do you want fries, potato salad or rice with the burger." The woman looked at her plump date.

"Fries please" he said, his mouth full of nachos.

"Ok, I'll put that right in for you."

Once the waitress was out of earshot the woman said quietly, "Do you know how fat you look right now? Your belly is so enormous and round. Look at how the table is pushing into it so deeply. You're not going to be able to get out of that booth by the time I'm finished with you."

Once the nacho platter was empty, he moved on to the spinach and artichoke dip. It was served with garlic bread, celery sticks and carrots for dipping. She picked up all the celery and carrots and put them onto one of the smaller plates.

"Here, I'll eat these if that will make you feel better!" she said, "But will you be able to eat all that dip with just the bread that's left?"

"Oh, I can always eat it with a spoon if I need to!" he answered, picking up his first piece of bread.

Spinach and artichoke dip was one of her favorite things for him to be stuffed with. It had the illusion of being healthy because it had vegetables in it, but really it was just a simmering pot of fat: cheese, mayonnaise, butter. Not to mention that the garlic bread he was eating was slathered in butter too. Yes, this appetizer would go straight to his belly and plump him up nicely.

She estimated that by the time he finished the artichoke dip he would have had about 4,500 calories in total. Just over a pound of plump, juicy fat added to his already fleshy frame. She couldn't wait to squeeze the chubbiest parts of his belly with her calipers and press her pointy, manicured fingertips into the soft pinched fat.

Although he was still eating steadily, she could tell his enthusiasm was starting to diminish. She would need to take over soon.

As he put the last of the spinach artichoke dip in his mouth she heard a "clink".
She looked down at her plate of carrots and celery and saw a small, pearlescent button. She grinned and looked up at his belly. Sure enough, there was a hole in his button-down shirt. His blubber poured through the small opening. His tight white undershirt clung tightly to the popped out fat.

Although she usually refrained from teasing him until after he was done eating, this was a special occasion.

She walked over to him and rested her hand on his overfed belly.

"You've been such a greedy, fat boy, haven't you? You ate so much you popped your shirt open!" She pushed her finger slowly into the swell of fat that stuck out, forcing it back to wear his outer shirt held it moments before. Then she kept pressing, feeling her finger surrounded by his plump stomach. With her other hand she reached under the table and began prodding his soft lower belly; it was very doughy and jiggly.

She forced herself to take her hands off of him, not wanting to get carried away too early in the night. The old lady on the train was right: he was fat enough to eat. And she couldn't wait to nibble on that plump, juicy belly.

"Right behind you with hot plates!" Jessica the waitress had returned with his dinner. Now things were going to get really interesting.