Chapter 3

Work had me busy the next couple weeks, but the healthy appetite of the 19 year old was constantly on my mind. I stopped by the store everyday that Jennifer was working and left food for her. I even ordered her food a couple times a week. She was always great full and always said she was finishing her food for me. The changes in her body were subtle being young has its perks I guess her metabolism was fantastic. In her collared work shirt and leggings the extra lbs were unnoticeable except for upper belly bloat when she was fuller. But in her skimpier photos she texted me it was evident that she was softening nicely. Her upper arms are looking slightly fuller, her lower belly had a little jiggle to it, she still maintained her hour glass shape when not bloated, her hips and love handles has softened, two red stretch marks appeared on each love handle. Her butt, hips, and thighs were already her more pronounced features so the changes were harder to detect. Except for the fact that even in her work leggings I could catch a glimpse of cellulite when the angle was right. She never complained or brought up her gain at all. I was on cloud 9.
We had been texting for two months and followed each other on social media. We had gotten to know each other pretty well. Jennifer’s dad was a long haul truck driver while her mother stayed home with her six kids. Both of her parents were easily over 300lbs. I prayed her metabolism would slow down soon and she end up like her mother. I knew I should ask her on date soon or risk losing her. I had to make time to take her out and show her off. Tuesday after work I stopped by her store and gave her a large cookie cake I had made at the bakery at the grocery she worked at inscribed in the icing “Jennifer go on a date with me, Saturday 6pm?” She blushed and ran around her counter to hugged me. I wrapped her in my large frame making her feel small and safe.
“I take that as a yes?” I asked
She buried her face into my strong chest and almost screamed “YEEEEEESSSSSS, I’ve literally been waiting I was about to ask you!” She said as she broke the hug and playfully punched my arm.
I replied, “Sooo dinner and a movie? You better wear your eating pants you know I’m going to treat you to a big meal.”
Jennifer smiled up at me, “boy I’m going to wear a dress I don’t wear pants when I’m eating” she ran her hands down her hips tightening her work polo around her lower belly and swayed her hips jiggling her booty causing a slight quiver of fat on her lower stomach, “as you can tell your girl likes to eat!”
We texted more then ever all week I sent food over every night she would always return the favor sending me pictures. Both of us were excited at the prospect of being each others center of attention this weekend. On Friday I got off work picked up a 12 pack of my favorite east coast micro brew beer and headed home when Jennifer texted, “So I’ve been thinking you’ve been feeding me and taking care of me let’s kick the weekend off right. How about I come over and cook for you tonight?”
I mulled it over for a second, maybe thinking with my wrong head, I shot her my address and where my spare key was stached. I made one more stop at another store to grab a bottle of wine.
As I pulled into my street the butterflies in my stomach were crazy, almost like pregame jitters for the big bowl game in college. My nervous clammy hands spun the steering wheel into the driveway of my townhouse, Jennifer’s older Nissan Altima was parked in the driveway and a dim light shone through the living room window. I grabbed the beer and wine and headed to my door. She had even left it on locked for me. I crossed the threshold and closed the door behind me. I did not smell food cooking, little did I know something much better then a home cooked meal awaited me.