Chapter 7

I arrived at Jennifer’s house a little early I just could not wait to see the young gaining goddess again. I parked the large work truck at the curb. Jennifer’s neighborhood was not in the best part of town never the less her parents owned a well manicured older ranch style home. It was a little small for how big her family was. Jennifer was the oldest of six siblings. Her mother drove an older Honda van and he fathers Freightliner semi was parked off the side of the car port. I knocked confidently on the door.
Jennifer’s dad answered, he was around six feet tall, the first generation Haitian immigrant, had gained a lot of weight over the years as a long haul driver. He was easily 350lbs. I shook his hand, complimenting his house and truck, while letting him know his daughter would be safe with me tonight. I gave him the bottle of wine saving the flowers for Jennifer’s mother. I could hear her settling the commotion of Jennifer’s younger siblings. I waited in their foyer making small talk about the trucking industry with her father who insisted I just call him Ty. Jennifer’s mother slowly waddled around the corner. I could not believe my eyes. She was wider then she was tall. She was also first generation American, a Colombian immigrant. She had a thick Spanish accent. I impressed her with the flowers and speaking fluent Spanish to her. She was 5’2” and over 400 lbs. I’d guess somewhere in the ball park of 430-450 lbs. Her moo moo style dress was tight on her double belly, and puffy cellulite covered upper arms. I also noticed her mother still had the face of a woman much thinner, her checks were puffy sure and she had a slight double chin but, she did not have the huge fat lady face that I was accustomed to. I was glad Jennifer was a little taller, she would be able to handle the weight a little better then her mother, Andrea clearly struggled. She was slightly sweaty and wheezing from her labored waddle. Both her parents were much bigger in person then I had seen from Jennifer’s pictures. About 15 after 5 pm Jennifer emerged from her room energetically skipping down the hallway. She giggled and hugged up to me. She looked amazing, I had never seen her in makeup before. Which she tastefully applied not over doing it. She was wearing a thin strapped flowing dark green dress that came down to mid thigh, it was lower cut in the cheats and the thin fabric hugged her hips and lightly larger lower belly roll. I wanted to tear that dress off and have my way with her right on the floor.
We said our goodbyes and I walked her out to my truck opening the door for her. I could see her parents watching through the window as we drove off.
She broke the silence, “ Sooo what’d think? You want to knock me up six times and make me huge now? You’ll have to come off that ex football player deal and grow a dad bod.” She chuckled her cheeks dimpled when she laughed as she strained over the center console to his my cheek.
“Man I’ve been waiting all day to have you back, I missed you and you weren’t even gone long. Your parents are cool. I really enjoyed talking with them.” I replied.
Jennifer smiling responded, “They really like you, they are kind of old school so you dressing nice and bringing a gift really helped. Then you held the door for me. And actually talked to them. They’d marry me off to you tonight haha you know my mom had me when she was 17?”
“Well looks like you’re two years late to that party” I stated.
Jennifer laughed again and held my hand, “that’s because I hadn’t met you yet boy!”
We chatted all the way to the restaurant, I had used my company’s standing to get reservations at this fancy steak joint.
The dimly lit restaurant was set up like a 1920s jazz hall, they had a live band playing old classics from that time period as well. They sat us in a round corner booth. I ordered a wine bottle service praying they didn’t ID us. They didn’t, I ordered a seafood sampler platter to share. The wine and appetizer came out at the same time. There was a bowl of rich crab dip with warm pita chips, oysters with creamy melted cheese, one cluster of king crab legs with butter sauce, and three deviled crabs. Jennifer and I dig in. The platter was meant for 6 people and we demolished it.
She leaned back and, sipped her wine, “I feel so fancy here. This food is amazing and so rich and filling but I could totally go for more.” As if on queue the waiter returned to take our order and clear the table. He brought some complimentary bread and butter which Jennifer immediately dug into, allowing me to order for her. I got a surf and turf sirloin ordering her a 30oz buttery porter house, with a large side of lobster Mac n cheese.
About the time Jennifer finished the bread and butter two waiter returned with our food. Jennifer’s eye got big as the large slab of meat and steaming of of lobster Mac was slid in front of her.
She looked at me, “This is all for me??”
It was my turn to chuckle at her, “I thought you had a big appetite?”
Jennifer hardly hesitated at my comment as she smiled at me and cut off a pice of the buttery salty tender steak and shoved it in her mouth.
And hour later we had downed two bottles of wine and Jennifer took the last cheesy bite of lobster Mac she leaned back cradled her once again bloated to capacity stomach and staunched a quiet burp. “Wow that was so good. So rich and amazing it’s the best food I’ve ever had.”
I leaned in and began gently rubbing her drum tight belly. She flashed her hazel eyes at me and smiled that trouble smile.
“You know even you just rubbing my belly turns me on.” She lifted her dress slightly and guided my hand to her soaked thong. “I’m ready to get out of here, I ate good for you daddy now I need you to fill me up another way.”
“You know you’re not getting out of here without eating your dessert” I replied.
Jennifer made a pouting face, “Can we please get it to go, I promise I’ll eat it before we get home.”
I had heard enough, I was beyond turned on by this girl and her appetite, I flagged down our waiter asked him for two to go tiramisus and passed him my card not caring what the bill paid.
I slid out of the booth with ease unfolding my large frame and standing tall. My little stuffed piggy had a harder time her bloated belly pressed against the table as she heaved and slid herself to the edge of the booth. She looked up and me and smiled and she sighed catching her breath, while sticking her arms up for me help getting to her feet.
She was stuffed. Her dress looked like it was painted on her belly I could see the outline of her belly button and belly button ring. And the way she cradled it definitely made her look pregnant, from the side her belly stuck out as far as her perky tits. The strained dress also stretched out more around her womanly hips and buttocks. I gave her left butt cheek a love tap and watched it jiggle then slid my hand up and squeezed her love handle and I wrapped my large arm around her smaller body, pulling her into me and, led her out of the restaurant.
I’d had to help the bloated beauty into the cab of the truck. I leaned her seat back to ease the pressure in her mid section and placed a fork and the to go dessert in her lap.
As we pulled out of the restaurant parking lot, I reached over and lifted Jennifer’s dress over her distended growing gut and began to massage her smooth Carmel skin with my large palms. I twirled her navel ring in my under finger as she continued to eat the rich dessert. I noticed her belly sat firmly on her plumping thighs both of which jiggled when the truck hit bumps. She was so perfect for me, literally throwing herself at me, and constantly horny. I could not wait to bring her back home.