Chapter 3 - lunch date [part 2]

The food arrived - Melissa's dishes spilling over onto Charlie's side of the table - and they began to eat. She was vivacious and charming, and gulped her food down with gusto. By the time Charlie was halfway through his sandwich, she had already polished off her Double Cheese-Stuffed Burger and made significant inroads into the Pulled-Piggy Burger.

"Mmmmmhh," she groaned through a mouthful of BBQ pulled pork, "It'f fo good!!" She swallowed and patted her plump stomach, which had already visibly expanded. "But I'm not sharing..."

"I wouldn't dream of asking you to..." replied Charlie, more than a little turned on by the gluttonous show she was putting on for him.

Melissa continued to stuff herself as Charlie finished his meal; he could tell that she was watching for his reaction, and she was pleased that he approved. As she gulped down the last of the cheese and bacon fries and Charlie waved for the bill, he noticed that her belly was pressing hard against the formica table-edge. Her T-shirt had ridden up so that below the line of the table was a big roll of bare pink flesh, while the thick bulge above was still covered in the stretched yellow fabric. It overhung the table-top by a couple of inches, shuddering as she giggled. "Oh my word, look at me... I ate so much, I think I really am wedged in now!"

The waitress arrived and Charlie paid, and both of them watched for a moment as Melissa struggled fruitlessly to shift her wobbling bulk along between the padded bench and the table, which was fixed to the floor. Eventually she sat back and let her arms fall to her sides. "I'm stuck," she said helplessly, looking up with big blue eyes. "I'm afraid you'll have to help me."

The pert-bottomed waitress looked down at her with a mixture of disgust and 'I-told-you-so' in her raised eyebrows. "Not a problem, miss," she smirked, "Give me your hand". Charlie doubted whether the petite waitress could have lifted Melissa even if she hadn't been jammed between the seat and the table, but he sat back and enjoyed the spectacle for a second. By this time all eyes in the restaurant had been drawn to the comical scene of the bloated fat girl stuck in the booth, surrounded by empty plates. When the hopeless attempt failed and Melissa looked at him, red and panting with the effort, Charlie stood up and said to the waitress, "Let me see if I can lever her out while you pull."

As he positioned himself, Charlie was aware that several camera-phones had been trained on Melissa and the other diners had started to snigger. He set his feet on the floor and pushed one hand between the table and the far side of her big stomach, squeezing the other arm around her waist. Bracing himself, he told the waitress: "One - two - three - heave!"

He pulled Melissa towards him, gripping a fat-roll at her waist, and felt how her soft belly-flesh yielded, noticing also the firm stuffed stomach beneath. The table creaked slightly and there was a squeaking noise of skin on plastic as her upper thighs juddered an inch across the vinyl seat. "We've almost got her moving. Come on Melissa, you need to try and suck in your belly for me. One - two - three - heave!"

Shutter noises sounded and recording lights blinked around the restaurant, and this time Melissa lurched free, stumbling out of the booth with a jiggle of pink flesh and a clatter of shoes on the hard floor. Charlie caught her from behind, his arms around her middle and hands gripping her bouncing fat, as the waitress toppled over backwards and landed on her round bottom. Melissa stayed panting in Charlie's arms a moment longer than she had to, and he relished the sensuous swell of her exposed stomach in his hands, and the warm underside of her breasts pressing on his forearm through her t-shirt.

As the waitress picked herself up, Charlie was aware of the smartphones still pointed at them. He was also suddenly aware of how Melissa pressed herself back against him, and realised how much she was enjoying her fatness being a public spectacle. He decided to play along and provide something of a punchline for the gawpers. He gave Melissa's naked belly a squeeze and a jiggle, and told her loudly "If you keep on eating like that, miss greedy-guts, our next date will have to be shopping for some bigger clothes for you!"

Melissa extricated herself from his grip and struggled to pull her top down over her bulging gut. He saw that her face had turned bright red. The overstretched yellow t-shirt sprang back up like a faulty roller-blind, revealing the clear pink mark across her belly-button where the table-edge had dug into her fat. She gave up on the t-shirt and hurried to the door without a word, cradled her jiggling stomach in both arms to support its prodigious weight. Charlie followed her to the street, concerned. Had he blown it? Perhaps calling her 'miss greedy-guts' in front of all those people had been overstepping the mark..?

But she greeted him on the street with a passionate kiss, her ripe breasts and protruding belly pressing into him as she threw her arms around his neck. Then she wobbled her way to the kerb and collapsed into a cab, rubbing her stomach. Before the car pulled away, she wound down the window and let him see that dazzling smile once again, saying: "Oh, and by the way, that shopping trip - it's a date."