chapter 3

He ate the burger first - he didn't want the bun to get soggy. Such a meaty burger, for such a meaty boy, she thought to herself as he took his first bite.

She thought about all the fat from the burger in his belly, making him softer and juicier. She thought about the hamburger bun soaking up all the grease and expanding in his stomach, plumping him up even more.

To her dismay, he put the burger down after only eating half of it.

"What's wrong, you don't like it?" she asked, concerned.

"Oh no, it's not that, it's just that I'm getting a little full," he replied.

"Full," she said, dismayed, with a hint of annoyance. "Fine, I'll give you a minute because you have been doing a very good job up until now. But for every additional minute you rest, there will be an extra forkful of dessert fed to you later. We must keep you nice and well-fed at all times, you know that."

He waited less than a minute before picking the burger back up. He kept eating as she had instructed, but his chewing had slowed, and he took nearly 5 minutes to finish it.

He popped a few fries in his mouth and relaxed his shoulders, giving himself a little rest. He looked up and saw her glaring at him and picked up the pace of his chewing.

"Good boy." She said, sounding pleased.

She noticed that the swell of fat where his button had been was growing larger. She wondered how long the remaining buttons could hold on for.

He took down the fries much more easily than the burger, making quick work of them in just a few minutes. He looked like he was about to pop: the table was really digging into his round belly. He shifted around, trying to alleviate some of the pressure, but the hard table wouldn't relent, it continued to press further and further into his fat tummy, accentuating his growth.

"You're almost done with dinner!" she said, encouraging him. "Now you just need to eat this decadent, rich macaroni and cheese."

Just then, Jessica the waitress returned.

"Everything still going ok?" she asked, not even acknowledging the man.
"Yes, we are fine." The woman replied. "But, I'd like to see a dessert menu when you have a moment."

"Sure," she said reluctantly, stealing a glance at the swell of fat popping out of the man's shirt before disappearing back into the kitchen.

"Dessert?!" he said in disbelief.

"Yes, but don't worry, we will get it all to go." She said with a mocking tone. She noticed a slight wave of relief wash over his face.

"Do you think we can get the macaroni and cheese to go too? I'm feeling really full."

She sighed, exasperated. "Of course not." She got up and placed both her hands on his large, plump midsection and leaned down.

"I want fat." She whispered in his ear, beginning to knead his round, doughy belly. "Fat. Fat. Fat."
She shifted her hands.
"Rolls of fat." She squeezed generous pinchfuls from the large roll of blubber beneath the table.
She pressed her index finger into the fattest part of his belly, measuring its thickness, "Flesh, and more flesh."
She shifted again, placing her palm on his tummy and shaking it "soft, undulating, quivering, jiggling mountains of greedy, plump flesh."

She stood upright. "Now, eat up before you start losing weight." She said sternly, patting his stomach a few times. Her eyes lingered on his still-wobbling belly as she returned to her seat.

She knew he had gotten greedy too early. She had to remind herself that a big, plump boy like him couldn't resist stuffing his belly with delicious, fattening food when it was in front of him. Nonetheless, he would eat everything else she put in front of him, even if she had to feed him herself.

He started eating the macaroni and cheese, albeit slowly. As he lifted forkful after forkful to his mouth, she imagined all the cream, butter and cheese that coated the pasta and all the fat it would add to his round body. This dish alone had to have nearly 2,000 calories in it, nevermind the burger. She was confident that with this entire meal, she had added at least 2-3 pounds of fat to his already overstuffed frame.

Suddenly, she heard another "clink." She surveyed his belly, but couldn't see a new hole. She quickly realized that a button must have popped from the bottom portion of his tummy. She glanced under the table and saw another pearlescent button by her foot. He was fattening up so nicely tonight.

She once again slid her foot out of her high heel to surreptitiously examine his lower belly. She lightly grazed her pedicured toes over the tightly packed fat, starting at the top just beneath the table and working her way down. As she was nearing the area where is pants (barely) fastened, her toe pressed into warm, soft flesh. Confused, she bent over to take a peek, pretending to have dropped something. The very bottom button of his shirt had popped, and the soft, plump blubber of his lower belly poured out. The undershirt he wore was too small to cover his entire belly now, she could see in between the intact buttons that it ended just at his belly button. She resisted the urge to press her finger into the exposed fat.

She sat back up. I need to get him home quickly, she thought to herself.

He continued to fatten himself with the macaroni and cheese, seemingly unaware that he had swelled up enough to pop another button.

Jessica the waitress came back with the dessert menu and handed it to the woman.

Without looking at it, the woman said "We'll take one of everything, to go."

"You want all five items, ma'am?" Jessica asked, doubtfully.

"Yes, and the check, please."

"OK I will be right back."

As Jessica left, he stuffed the last few bites of macaroni and cheese into his mouth. He looked round enough to roll. She couldn't wait to enjoy the fruits of her labor later on.

"Well, since we will be going soon, I think we better see if you can get out of that seat."

He tried to move, but his large belly kept him firmly wedged between the table and the seat back. He truly had outdone himself tonight.

She got up and, as she had done when he arrived, pressed her hands into his soft, plump belly - one hand above the table and one hand below.
The hand below the table was partially on the area where his button had popped. His fat felt so warm and doughy, and also gave her a little more softness to grip into as she squeezed him.

She clutched his belly fat with her hands, pressing it as tightly as she could. Unfortunately, he had eaten so much, that not even her aggressive pressing and squeezing was enough to allow him to wiggle his way out.

"I think you might be stuck, my plump little doughboy." She teasingly poked his belly, and then patted it, enjoying how much his fat jiggled in response to her touch.

She heard someone clear their throat behind her. It was Jessica, with the check and the desserts.

Eager to escape this odd scene, Jessica placed everything on the table and quickly grabbed what plates she could. The woman stopped her before she could walk away.

"Would you mind getting us some butter, or maybe some oil?"

"Okay." Jessica replied shortly, not wanting to know what it was for.

The woman returned her attention to the man's belly. Gently patting it, and gauging how much it jiggled.

Jessica returned just moments later, with a small bowl of oil and placed it on the table wordlessly before walking away.

"How is that oil going to help, my shirt will just soak it up!" he said, frustrated.

"Oh," she chuckled," we are going to need to take your shirt off you silly, fat boy." She started to undo the buttons that hadn't already undone themselves.




(bonus points if you caught the quote from the Faerie Tale Theater version of Hansel and Gretel!)