Chapter 5

The car pulled into the Bruno’s parking lot, right up front. Ever the gentleman, Tony opened the door for Grace, and they walked in the restaurant. Mostly, he was watching the muffin top bulge out of her pants with every step, and that bra working overtime, straining the blouse buttons even more. Nothing got him harder than watching tits overflow their harness. “Deep breaths, patience Tony. The wait will be worth it. You don’t want her now, anyways.” he chided himself silently.

Outloud, he snapped his fingers and barked at the host “Ricci, party of two. I called ahead.” Immediately, the pimply teen stood up straight, grabbed two menus and said ‘Right this way sir’. Tony gestured for Grace to walk ahead as they were seated at a booth in the back.

“I’ll leave these menus here, and your server will be right with you”.

“That won’t be necessary, we ordered ahead. Just tell the kitchen that Tony’s here”

Wide eyed, the host nodded and did as he was demanded. Grace squealed, clapping her hands and making her boobs wobble with each motion. “Gosh, you’re so powerful Mr. Ricci! You just get people to do whatever you want.”

Admiring the view from across the booth, Tony just chuckled. “I’m just a man who knows how to get things done. It’s not hard when you don’t accept failure without consequences.” He didn’t elaborate further, and Grace didn’t seem too concerned, as the waitress brought two dishes.

“Who got the French onion soup, extra cheese, and nachos, extra ground beef with sour cream?” the bored waitress asked.

“Just put ‘em in the middle. And get the lady a Pepsi. I’ll have a beer.”

Grace giggled again. “You sure tricked her, Mr. Ricci. She doesn’t know this is my work! Tell me when you’re recording, and I’ll start.”

Tony propped the phone up, and silently mouthed “3, 2, 1, rolling!”

“Hiya everyone, it’s Grace again! I’m so excited to be here at Bruno’s, sharing just what I app-solutely love, appetizers! Well, let’s dig in, yummm”

Grace giggled, grabbing the spoon to start on the soup. “Ouch, hot! Guess these nachos are gonna move up. Mmmm look at all the food on every chip, that’s how you know it’s good!”

She started pawing at the chips, loading one chip in her right hand, only to be met by another on deck in the left. She was an assembly line of eating efficiency. Humming along with every bite of beef, cheese, salsa, guacamole, and sour cream. Distracted, she accidentally tried to put two nacho hands in her mouth, only for the chips to collide midair and shatter, landing the shrapnel directly on her cleavage.

“Oh no! What did I do? Hand me the napkins and the water, and we can just edit this part out.”

Obeying, Tony watched excitedly as the girl looked down at her tits and started picking out chunks of beef and cheese. Trying to get a better angle, she wedged her arm under them to lift the heavy hangers up, accidentally undoing one of the struggling buttons. He watched, mesmerized as the boobs bounced back and forth as she vigorously cleaned out the remaining nacho crumbs and sauces.

“There we go! Sorry about that, Mr. Ricci. I’ll try to be neater next time!”

Her arm removed from the underboob, she began scraping the tray with the fork. Tony watched as the breasts fell with a plop on the table, oozing more flesh out of her bra. With the extra button undone, he could see clearly her white bra pressing hard in vain against what it was holding, creaking audibly. He didn’t want to be too obvious, so he pretended to adjust the camera, aiming it directly at the bouncing girls in front him.

“MMmm this soup is divine! I can’t get it in me fast enough, hehehe!” She twirled the cheese covering on her fork, like spaghetti and let it fall into her mouth. Then, winking at Tony, she leaned forward to drink her soup directly from the crock.

“Oh baby you’re a natural! Kids these days, such short attention spans. The faster they see how good the food is, the faster they’ll come running into the restaurant!”

Cheeks bulging, she nodded. Swallowing the rest of the soup, she sighed.

“I may need a breather before the main course. Whew! What’d you get me? Hehehe, what’s my next assignment, boss?”

“Figured I’d try to maximize our time here and try a little bit of everything. Double bacon cheeseburger, and none of those veggies. You know what a tomato tastes like. Then, all the sides that could come with. Fries, macaroni and cheese, cole slaw, and onion rings.”

“Oooh boy, that’s a lot Mr. Ricci! I’ll try, I definitely know I can handle some of it.”

Eyes flashing a little darkly, he said “Listen Grace, you’re doing well but don’t forget this is still probationary. You gotta do better than try, I need you to really show me how much you want this job. Now, I like ya, you’re gorgeous, so I’ll give you leeway now. But ultimately, you better get all that food in you, or I’ll find someone else who can.”

Face flushed, Grace only nodded. That tingly feeling crept up again between her legs, and she shifted a little in the bench seat. Her pants felt even tighter than before when they walked in. Suddenly, she had an idea.

“I know, I really want this job. Mr. Ricci, I know it’s probably not what you want in your fancy restaurants, but do you mind if I unbutton my pants? It’s just under the table and the video won’t see it or anyone else, and I’ll have more room.”

“Atta girl, now that’s problem solving. I knew you’d figure this job out.”

Beaming, Grace looked eagerly as the next course was brought. All on separate plates, it filled the table. “Well, I guess breaktime’s over! Time to get back to work!”

With exaggerated gusto, she crammed the burger in her mouth, taking huge bites. Grease dripping down her chin, she didn’t care. Halfway done, she reached across the table to grab a handful of fries. Strange, where did the silverware from before go?

Grace seemed to forget about dialoguing and just focused on the eating. She’d take a bite of the burger, then grab a new side. Pawing at fries, chomping on the onion rings, pouring the cole slaw in her mouth from the dish. She started dipping the fries in the mac and cheese, scooping it out with hands and fry to shovel in her mouth. It was a feeding frenzy and Tony couldn’t get enough of her reaching across the table to grab something new and practically brushing the heaving boobs into food. His last woman was bigger but daintier and Grace’s frenzy mess was a real turn on. Next thing he knew, everything was done.

Grace sat back, dazed in the booth. It was her biggest binge in her entire life and she felt drunk. He could see the overstretched tummy pouring out of her pants from this angle, clearly stuffed. A button from the bottom of her blouse came undone, with just the two middle buttons holding everything in place. Like an album of her eating adventures, her shirt held memories of all the food she consumed: burger grease, ketchup, cheese stains, a few strands of cole slaw. She was breathing heavy, clearly in a trance.

“Oh man, Mr. Ricci. I’ve never eaten like this before, ever. I mean I’ve been full before but this is like really full. My stomach hurts and I didn’t even dialogue for you” she whimpered, continuing her deep breathing and moans. She hiccuped.

“Hey, it’s okay gorgeous. It gets easier as it goes on, promise. You did such a great job, this is exactly how you’re supposed to feel after a hard day’s work. I’m proud of you.”

“Thanks but ooooh it hurts so much.” she closed her eyes and winced.

“Listen doll, I know it’s unprofessional and all, but want me to check you out? Just maybe help with those cramps. It’s a new muscle you’re working out here, let me help you. Mind if I sit next to ya”?

Grace shook her head and gingerly slid down the booth to make room for Tony’s haunches.

“Now, listen to me. If this gets uncomfortable or ah, what do you kids say, triggering, I’ll stop, okay? Obviously I’m a little big myself, and sometimes eat too much. You know what feels good? A nice belly rub.”

“Thanks Mr. Ricci. I feel bad asking for help on something I should be able to do myself but I’m sooo full. Ooof!” she grunted, as Tony’s hands gingerly started rubbing. Her stomach was hard, but Tony knew from experience that she truly wasn’t stuffed, stuffed. He’d help her find her true limits in time. Rubbing her actual stomach organ, he was able to watch the ungainly rise and fall of her breasts. She moaned and belched a few times and her breathing slowed down.

“Oh that felt so good, Mr. Ricci. I know you’re my boss and all, but you have such nice hands, so strong!”” she blushed at her admission. She didn’t want him to know about how handsome she found him, and how the fluttery feelings in her stomach only magnified when he had her hands on it. It kept making her want to shift her legs to maximize the heat.

“I’m glad, Grace, my pleasure. Since you, as they say in the business world, delegated, I think you have one more task before you can call it a day. Let’s wrap up with dessert. I have a nice slice of peanut butter pie coming your way, with a side of ice cream.”

Grace bit her lip. He was helping her out so much, and her stomach did hurt less. She knew how hard some jobs could be, and she wanted to perform well.

The wedge of pie arrived at the table–four layers of peanut butter mouse, chocolate cake and frosting. Melting on the side was a scoop of creamy vanilla. Tony knew some day she’d be able to eat the whole pie in one sitting, but he had to pace this one.

“Get to work, Grace.” he said, patting her on the stomach and sliding her dessert down.

Slowly, she’d take a few bites and flash her doe eyes to Mr. Ricci, and he’d massage her taxed stomach. He could feel it grow firmer with every bite. Maybe this was a bit too much for her, but there was only one way to tell.

“Grace, baby, we don’t got all night. Now, I’m happy to help but ya gotta pick it up. Deal with the pain later. I don’t want customers thinking this dessert is a punishment. It’s a reward.” He removed his hands from her stomach and looked at her sternly. “Eat. Now.”

Biting her lip again, she straightened up with a new resolve. “You’re right, I’m sorry. I’ll be better next time.”

Carving bigger scoops of pie, she ate fast, barely swallowing before the next bite was in. The ice cream scoop had melted at this point, so she titled the bowl and poured it down her throat. Tony could see each swallow and each pulse of her abdomen as it hit her stomach. She did it.

“That’s a good girl. Now, keep eating like that, and you’ll make me a very happy boss.”

Breathing heavy amidst the sharp pain shooting across her lower half, Grace smiled. There was something about this man. She didn’t want to let him down or disappoint. His compliments made her want to do things and his discouragement hurt worse than the stomach pains. She knew she had to make him happy at any cost.

He took her hand and led her out of the booth. The impact of the shifting position caused her to groan, her rock hard globe of a stomach pouring out of her pants. She looked pregnant–not quite about to pop, but maybe getting a few weeks out from her due date. Guiding her into the car, he put his hand on the small of her back and got her settled in. He knew the seatbelt would be too uncomfortable against that turgid mass so he didn’t even try. He sat next to her, brushing her hair behind her ear.

“Let’s get you to your new home”.