chapter 10

She looked at him warmly. "Good, I like a man that knows how to eat," and with a wink she took his arm and led him to the buffet. She handed him a plate and took one for herself, silently unleashing him to do what he would to the food stretched out before them.

She didn't put much on her plate, not wanting to over do it. Not with what she had in mind for later. But she was eager to see how much he could eat. She remembered watching him before from a different table, and how the sight of him eating plate after plate had affected her.

Now she had front row tickets to the show and she wasn't going to let them go to waste. Their plates loaded they headed back to the table where he had been waiting for her unmindful of the shocked and startled stares they were receiving. Sliding next to him in the banquette she noticed he already had a huge plate half eaten. The poor man had been so hungry he couldn't wait for her to get back.

She watched as he took his first bite....this was it, what she was waiting for, dreaming about. Every part of her shivered in excitement and as he slowly chewed and swallowed bite after bite a tiny spark ignited in her loins. She knew then that she wanted this man. She needed him...

He was soon in his zone, eating, chewing swallowing unmindful of the taste only of his increasing fullness and the tingling of his stretching skin as his stomach expanded pushing him upright. She was enraptured by his capacity, he was aroused and encouraged by her obvious focus on his slowly swelling midsection. And he couldn't stop...as soon as one plate was empty, there she was with one fuller than the last...sitting there next to him, her small shapely thigh tight against him almost as if she was egging him on...challenging him to exceed his physical limitations.

With a groan he gasped and leaned back, he'd already spread his legs as wide as possible to make room for his overloaded gut and now he was having a little difficulty breathing he was so full.

"Oh god," he whispered, "too much too quick. You're a bad influence on me, I've eaten more than I can recall in one sitting and it feels like it. They're going to have to get a crane to get me to my room."
She laughed at his words. "Oh but the night has barely begun! But how about I go get your first round of dessert for you? That way you needn't walk."

She headed on back to the buffet, snagging a plate from the holder as she went. She was positively gleeful with this wonderful man she had found. The urge to go back to his room with him was intense, but she was enjoying the sight of him eating so much at the moment. As she filled the plate she mentally planned to grab a few boxes to take back to the room with them. She had plans for him tonight....

Making her way back to the table, she enjoyed the sight of him, barely fitting in his chair. She slid the plate in between them and watched his eyes widen in both anticipation and something close to horror. But it quickly turned into a visceral hunger as she picked up a small piece of cake and held it out to his lips. He ate it, never looking away from her eyes. As he finished it, he made it a point to take her fingers in his lips and gently suck on them. The heat that ran through her was almost enough to overwhelm... she left him to finish his plate as she filled up a few boxes. Then she returned and waited for the invite.

Her fingers were small, elegant...her nails perfect. He stroked her fingerpads with his tongue watching her face soften and her eyes half close. He released them reluctantly as she stood to return to the buffet, his lips tingling with the memory.

And then she was gone and he took the opportunity to accommodate his now almost full abdomen, shifting his behind on the plush seating and hiking up his bermuda shorts a tad so he could get his knees wider.

I'm a pig, he cursed himself, groaning at the distension of his belly, now pushing almost horizontally in front of him. He had to lean back as far as possible so he could comfortably breathe.

Then she was there, standing looking down with what he imagined a mixture of stunned awe and desire as she realized how full he was.

He looked at her standing there, so perfect. He didn't even register what was in her hands. "I couldn't eat another bite at the moment. How about helping a fat, helpless man up to his room?"

She shivered at the thought. Starting to become nervous she reached down a hand to help lever him up from the seat. "I will gladly help you to your room. Maybe I can help you feel better..." She gave him an encouraging smile.

She was surprisingly strong even with one hand and it startled him. As he struggled to his feet he saw her eyes focused on his abdomen and blushed, trying to tug his flowered shirt down, grimacing at its new tightness.

"Well, it appears we both enjoyed my gluttony," he he smiled back as he saw her blush. "Thanks sweet lady, if you'll lend me your shoulder we might make a clean getaway." Unfortunately at his first step bumped their table full of empty plates sending them crashing to the floor iwith a racket. Of course all eyes in the restaurant swiveled in their direction.

He blushed miserably as he saw the disdain and disgust in most of the diners' eyes, and heard a distinct giggle from somewhere. Steeling his resolve, he straightened as much as he could and slowly strode out of the restaurant proud, defiant and unrepentant supported by his young companion.

Reaching the elevators he took her free hand and again kissed its fingertips. "Damn the torpedoes. If you'll continue to help steer me, i have a present for you in my room."

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