Chapter 2

Over the next few weeks I would make up reasons to go to the grocery store. Every other day or so I would make an appearance with the excuse of needing some small ingredient for whatever I was making for dinner. I would always get Jennifer something, candy and a soda, bag of chips, sometimes bringing her a milkshake from the local diner, and even leaving her with a whole peanut butter cheese cake.
After about a month of flirting in line and providing her with snacks she wrote her number on my receipt passing it me saying, “so my favorite customer can text and make sure I’m at work.”
Holding the receipt in my hand I replied, “awe come on you know you only like me coming in because you like the snacks I leave.”
She smiled coyly putting her hands on her softening hips, “now that’s definitely a perk of being your favorite cashier isn’t?”
I decided to come clean, “ you got me, I definitely would not come in as much. But it’s only because your smile brightens my evenings.”
Jennifer blushed and broke eye contact. I could not believe this gorgeous girl was not used to he complimented. She regained eye contact, I winked and, strode out of the store. I got in my work truck and immediately texted her.
“Hey! It’s your favorite customer, now you have my number too” and drove home.
About and hour later my phone buzzed, I got butterflies in my stomach hoping it was Jennifer. My hopes were dashed, it was work saying everyone needed to be in early for the big morning concrete pour. As I acknowledged work my phone buzzed again, the butterflies came back it was Jennifer.
“Hey cutie! Sorry I just got off work. Thanks again for the snack.”
I quickly responded, “it’s my pleasure I hope I break up the monotony of rude customers”

Jennifer: “oh most definitely this job sucks! And I’m going home to drown my sorrows in a pizza!”

Me: “I’ll buy, can’t have my favorite cashier getting to frustrated and quitting, that what would I do? Delivery or take out?”

Jennifer: “you’re to nice to me. But who am I to turn down free pizza.” She sent me her address.
I assumed delivery and called an order for a large pizza extra cheese and replaced the red sauce with their signature buttery Alfredo and added two cannolis.

I texted back, “30 minutes until the pizza arrives. I ordered you my favorite and got you some dessert you deserve it after a long day”

Her, “OMG you really are the best! I just got home perfect timing I’m going to shower and put on my eating clothes lol”

My curiosity was definitely perked
“What are you’re eating clothes?”
About 20 minutes went by I figured she was already in the shower, my phone chimed she had sent me a picture. Fresh out of the shower hair still wet posing for me in the mirror wearing nothing more then a spaghetti strap tank top and light blue booty shorts. Holding her phone in her right hand her left had seductively ruffling her wavy hair her back arched poking her tits up and ass out. I couldn’t help but admire her sleek curves. Her arms weren’t even chubby yet just soft her collar bones were barely hidden and her c cups were perky in the white tank top. She wasn’t wearing a bra I could see her small pert nipples through the thin material. I followed her torso down the tank top ended about an inch above her pierced belly button. Her hour glass figure still intact, but pudge collecting below her belly button had grown just a little bit, joining her forming love handles. Her hips were perfect she had her back arched back puffing her sizable ass out. A glimpse of lower cheek poked out of the bottom of her shorts. I noticed a tiny bit of cellulite forming just under the cup of her booty right on the top of her rear thigh. Her inner thighs kissed together destroying any thigh cap. She looked perfect! Her body a young fresh canvas thirsting for me to fatten. She then sent me a picture of the open pizza box and side of cannolis her sexy thighs in the bottom of the frame. She had the boxes on the coffee table she was sitting on the couch. Her thighs spread out nicely sitting on the couch.
I texted back, “Wow! Not sure if you’ve been told this but you’re absolutely stunning! Better eat that pizza before it gets cold”
She texted back, “thanks handsome, and I am eating just for you”
I couldn’t help but think my spoiling and flirting was working and my plan was going better then expected. She was already telling me she would eat for me. I drifted off to sleep thinking about Jennifer stuffing her belly with thousands of calories. I woke early to go into work and checked my phone. She had sent a picture of the after math. She took down 7 large slices leaving only 3 and downing both cannolis, with the caption “just for you;)”