Chapter 5

Breakfast almost took until lunch. Bryan insisted that I eat slowly so I could savor every bite. When I finished, my belly was slightly enlarged and I comfortably full. I thanked Bryan promising to call him and possibly get together on Sunday for brunch. I hated to hurry out, but my lunch date with Dan was in less than an hour and I had to get across town to meet up with him. I walked briskly across town and took a subway to Greenwich Village to a Polish restaurant Dan had chosen.

Dan waited outside and waved at me as I approached. Dan also had light hair which was streaked with blonde highlights. He had a chiseled body the results of many hours in a gym. He wore a pinstriped business suit and carried a briefcase. He looked like he was going to meet clients for a power lunch. But, then again, maybe he thought this was a power lunch. I was anxious to see.

Dan hugged me, putting his palm on my belly. “My, my you’re getting a pudgy belly, Lizzy. But, you look famished. I’ll have to assist you in filling it out some. Come.”

Upon entering, I was nearly overcome with the delicious aromas seeping from the kitchen. It resembled a small diner and was a crowded as the café had been at breakfast. We were shown to a table near the kitchen. Even though I wasn’t really hungry having just finished breakfast only an hour before, I could still feel my mouth watering.



Dan, who kept checking his reflection in the window behind me, placed and order of perogies and we began to chat. Dan told me he was an arcutect, working for a Fortune 500 company. He spent most of his time outside work in the gym and drooling over pictures of BBWs according to him. Dan endlessly bragged about his superiority in business affairs and his connections. I was very glad when the food came so he would start eating and shut up for awhile.

I quickly satiated any appetite I had developed. The dozen pirogues covered in onions and sour cream had hit the spot. I was enjoying the warming comfort food. The waiter came by, took my plate, and placed another down in front of me.

“Try these perigees stuffed with sauerkraut,” Dan told me. “You couldn’t possibly be full with such a small serving.”

I ate slowly beginning to feel the effects of the heavy dumplings. I struggled to finish the last one on the plate. My belly was distended and starting to get hard as my skin stretched tighter. I held up my hand when the next dish of pirogues – cheddar cheese and potato – arrived at our table. Dan reached over to feel my overstuffed belly.

“Your barely ate anything and you’ve already gotten so plump. I’ll have to work on your capacity…you know you should rethink your outfit. You look dumpy in that and a nice dress in basic black – you know nice and full, flowing to leave you room to fatten. I see you getting so beautifully round, a fatty, a tubby babe,” Dan said.

I opened my mouth to say something in response when he shoveled several pirogues into my open mouth.

“Come on, Tubby. I want to make you good and fat. Put on the pounds. You’ve my new project. I’m going to make you huge and take lots of pictures of your fat body. I want people to see that I’m an incredible feeder. You’ll be my supersized masterpiece,” he crowed.

My stomach felt like lead and swelled out to an unimaginable size. My elastic waistband pulled sharply, cutting into my expanding girth. Every time I opened my mouth to speak, he shoveled more into it.

:”You can do it, Tubby – a few more to go,” he coached.

I was nearly exploding when I reached the thirty-sixth pirogue, dripping with butter. I clutched in my chair, stifling a belch. My tummy was tight as a drum; you could have bounced a quarter off of it. Dan came behind me, reached around and put both hands on my belly, and pronounced me as filled to the brim.

“There, there, Tubby nicely fattened. My, my are you a round one? Look at that belly on you! Truly a work of art, my fat girl,” Dan said, giving my belly a sharp poke. “You’re spherical.”

“Will you help me up please,” I asked struggling to sit upright.

“Of course, Tubby. I am going to fatten you up where you’re going to need a forklift in a few weeks,” he chuckled.

Dan paid the check and handed me a business card. It was for a Chinese restaurant a few blocks down.

“This place has a grand buffet. I’m busy this holiday weekend, Tubby. But, I want you to report there every afternoon at 2 PM sharp starting on Tuesday,” he said, rubbing my belly. “I’m going to feed you until you burst every day. You’ll be big, really big in a matter of a few weeks.”

“Listen, Dan. The name is Lizzy. It’s not Tubby. And, I’m not…” I began.

He cut me off, “You’re so sexy babe…Tubby…”

He didn’t wait for my reply. He smiled at the blushing, chunky waitress and took his leave. I was left waddling out, trying to find a cab to get me uptown. I sighed. It was almost 4:00 – only thirty minutes away from meeting feeder #3, Luke, for coffee.