Chapter 3

The next day Mr. Lee told me he wanted us to have a private dinner meeting to talk about the strategy for his long list of projects in Korea.

We went to a very exclusive restaurant and sat in a private room. He had a bottle of wine ordered and said:

“This dinner will be less meeting and more celebration of the wonderful work you have done for me these last few weeks”

We chatted casually, he telling me about his many extended family and the wonders of the ancient history of Korea. And the food flowed, sushi platters, cooked halibut, soups, lobster, and salmon steaks were consumed as the wine flowed and the conversation became more revealing as we shared our stories in ways we had never done before.

I was aware that my weeks of eating had increased my capacity yet I was starting to feel great pressure in my belly and it was rounding out pressing against the table. I didn’t want to end this night. I was looking at his smooth face and dark eyes realizing how attractive and powerful he was.

The final bowls of noodles arrived and I ate every bite, extending the time we had together to the expense of my waste line. I was so full. Unlike anything I had experienced before, even through these food filled weeks.

It was a short very uncomfortable walk back to the hotel. He walked slowly making it easier for me to manage. As we entered the lobby I caught a side view of myself in a mirror. Oh my, I looked huge, my inflated middle stuck out further than my breasts!

I folded my arms over my belly to try to hide it as we made our way to the elevator.

As we entered the elevator I stumbled a little and he reached out to steady me. He again ran his hand over my belly and the fire ignited in me. I sucked in my breath with a little gasp.

He left his hand on my belly and said:

“Are you okay?”

“Mmmmm” nodded, unable to speak.

I blushed a deep red as I stared into his eyes lost to the sensations that his hand was creating. I leaned into his palm as he started rubbing little circles into its girth. The elevator doors opened and he stepped behind me placing his hands on my stuffed round middle and guiding me to the door of his room.

We entered the room and without a word he led me to his bed. I was transfixed, completely turned on and desperate for his hands on me again. He pulled my dress over my head leaving my in my bra and panty set. I looked down at my immense gut and was over come with embarrassment. Yet when he placed both hands on it’s strained sides I melted and I felt a surge of wetness between my legs.

He played with my stomach, rubbing it and running his hands over the roundness.

“You are so beautiful and lush,” He said.

“I’m getting fat,” I stated.



“Not fat, fulfilled, and fertile and beautiful.” He said, running his hands from my roundness to the sensitive place throbbing for his touch.

I was lost in a sea of pleasure as he entered me with his fingers and brought me to a quick and intense climax. I closed my eyes and with the combination of the food drunkenness and the sexual release I fell asleep.

I awoke to him gently rubbing my face, tracing his fingertips along my jaw line.

I opened my eyes and saw a large tray of desserts beside us on the bed. He had removed his clothes and he was thick, strong and very masculine. I wanted to continue and truly make love.

He placed a piece of fruit to my lips and I ate it groaning.

“I’m still so full.”

“You should be full, a well loved women should be round and full and fleshed out.”

He replied.

“Well loved?” I repeated.

“I have adored you since I met you and I want you to be mine.” He said, looking into my eyes and I felt the emotions joining us and I allowed the attraction, passion and admiration to bloom in my heart.

He held a spoonful of ice cream to my lips.

“I would like you to round for me, to be the woman you are meant to be,” He whispered.

I opened my mouth and ate scoop after scoop of the rich creamy dessert. My belly strained to hold it all and I felt the love grow for him as he took total control of my body, filling it as he liked, fattening me.

With my belly so full I couldn’t stand he finally possessed me. His hard manhood pressing up against my taught stomach and reaching it’s home in my warmth. He rocked against me bringing us both to release.

The next two months were spent falling totally in love, and filling me to capacity over and over. I grew a round belly and I can no longer fit into any of my pants or jackets. I met his family and all the women are round “butterballs” averaging 250 pounds (quite unusual for Korean women). I’m nowhere near that yet, but my days of being a “thin girl” are over. “Pudgy” was what his mother affectionately called me and I’d have to agree.

I have finished this tale and I sit in my jimmies rubbing my belly as it folds over my waistband. Room service desserts have been amusing me while I wait for my honey to return from a late meeting. His thick body will be arriving soon and I have four more dishes of ice cream to eat. My round belly is stuffed and happy and my new soft flesh is tingling.