chapter 3

Bella had been thinking all day about her dinner the night before and just how incredible all the food tasted. Her stomach grumbled and she checked her watch. It was time for her lunch break. She took her hair out of her hairnet and grabbed her keys. She was about to leave when she heard someone call her name. She turned around to see Mark grinning at her, his bright white smile illuminating his face. "Hey, Iz. What're you doing for lunch? I wanna take you out." Isabella was taken aback by how forward he was, considering he'd never shown any signs of interest in her before. Then she smiled.
"I'm game if you are. Where do you wanna go?'"
"It's a surprise."
Ten minutes later Mark parked outside a fancy looking diner. Bella's stomach growled at the thought of food. She looked down at herself; her belly was still a little bloated from the night before and made her already-tight uniform seem even tighter. She wondered nervously if Mark could tell that her belly was bigger.

Mark had definitely noticed that Bella seemed a little larger today. It excited him enough to finally ask her out, even if it was during their lunch break. He'd always been too nervous to ask her, but today he finally worked up the courage to do it, and he was going to make the most of it.

Mark had taken charge and ordered for her, which Isabella thought was very sexy, but the amount of food he had ordered made her nervous. She didn't want to seem like a pig in front of him eating all that food.

When the food first arrived, Bella's mouth watered at the numerous plates heaving with huge portions of delicious looking foods. She began eating very carefully, making sure she looked very lady-like as she ate. But she found it harder and harder to restrain herself, as each bite of food exploded with flavor. She made pleasant conversation with Mark until he said:
"You know you don't have to eat like the Duchess of Cambridge in front of me. Relax, enjoy yourself. I think girls who can eat are very attractive."
She smiled widely at him, and as if those were the magic words, she let go any form of restraint and ate morsel after morsel of incredible food. Nothing she'd ever eaten had tasted this good. With those flavors in her mouth she forgot about her strict healthy eating, about her daily exercise, about her problems, and she even almost forgot that she was on a date because she was so focused on gorging herself with the food.

Mark couldn't take his eyes off her. Food was smeared on her face, and her bright green eyes were so focused on eating everything she physically could that she hadn't noticed that her stomach had become massive and tight and that her work shirt had ridden halfway up her bloated belly. Mark quickly placed a napkin over his jeans to hide his throbbing erection. He wanted more than anything to play with her round tummy.

She looked up at Mark in horror. How could she have eaten so much? He must think I'm disgusting, she thought. Her distended belly pressed against the table. She looked down at the empty plates and felt extremely embarrassed. But when she looked up at Mark, he didn't seem to care. He was smiling a huge, goofy grin and seemed very happy.
"I-I'm so sorry. I'm usually not like this." She stuttered as the check came.
"Don't be. I think you look beautiful," he said as he signed the check. "Now, let's get you back to work."
Isabella was confused. Any other guy would've ran out of the restaurant, but he seemed excited. She struggled to stand and get out. The booth seemed to have gotten so much smaller. Mark came around the table to help her out, trying to suppress a smile. This was going to be fun.