Vignettes from a fat world

chapter 2 - lunchtime

"Where do you want to go for lunch, honey?" Lucy asked Linda at around 10.30.
"Are you hungry already?" laughed Linda.
"I want to feed you up hun, I'm worried you're wasting away"
"Aww how sweet. What about Alberto's?"
"Fresh pasta? Huge portions? You bet I'm in!"

When the two ladies walked into the restaurant they were immediately overwhelmed by the heat and quickly stripped off to their undies. As they walked to a table the two plumpers received many approving smiles and Lucy even had her belly patted by a couple of regulars.

They noticed their CEO, Paul, and another director, Gerry, at a table and waved. Paul nodded them over and invited them to join their table.
"Looking good boss!" said Linda to Paul. "May I?" she motioned to his belly.
"Of course" he beamed.
Linda went behind his chair, grabbed his fat gut and shook it. "Wow boss, you really fed well this Christmas huh?"
"Yes I did" he smiled smugly. "Eight pounds in seven days!" he boasted.
Lucy smiled at him from across the table. "Not to brag" she smirked "but I managed ten."
"You what?" exclaimed Paul.
"I gained ten pounds in the week we were off" Lucy explained happily.
"Let me see!" demanded Paul.
Lucy did not need to be asked twice and stood again, posing with a hand on her hip, turning this way and that. Her antics were not unappreciated as both Paul and Gerry' dicks stood to attention, and she earned a few wolf whistles from around the room.

There were two specials for the day, oven baked beef cannelloni in tomato sauce and tortellini served with cream sauce, mushrooms and bacon. Each dish was meant to serve three people but they ordered one of each.

The group chatted and exchanged holiday stories, Linda receiving commiserations for her "wasted" Christmas, having only managed to gain three pounds. Gerry had added a modest five lbs to his round form.

When the food was brought to their table, they were all given a generous portion of each dish. Paul eyed Lucy and started to eat. Lucy stared back at him defiantly and matched him bite for bite. Once their plates were empty, Linda and Gerry only took a little bit more while Paul filled his plate again. Lucy did the same.
"Hey, I thought you wanted to feed me up!" complained Linda.
Lucy only smiled at her friend as she dug in to her plate, sauce dripping off her chin.

Linda and Gerry smiled at one another as they looked at their companions. Lucy's belly, already nice and fat before the meal was now swollen out even further, resting on her plump thighs. Paul's ball belly was similarly bloated, his navel deep and inviting. Linda reached over and patted Paul's belly. "Come on boss, keep going!"
Linda squeezed her hand under Paul's flabby gut and curled her hand around Paul's cock. She nibbled his ear, whispering "eat her under the table and I'll fuck your fat ass."
Paul looked at her plump body, her full breasts fighting to escape her lacy bra and dug in.

Lucy shot her friend a dirty look as Gerry leaned over and started to rub his hand clockwise around her gut. "Come on Lucy, show him what eating means!" Lucy burped and then seemed to get a second wind, eating with gusto. Gerry's hand slipped further down, still rubbing, until Lucy started gasping and he felt a rush of wet warmth spilling through her panties.

As both plates were emptied, Gerry and Linda declared a tie, Paul and Lucy red-faced and fast approaching food coma. But Paul had not reached the top professionally by backing down from a fight. He called the waiter over.
"Do you have tiramisu?"
"Of course sir"
"Great, I'll have one. Anything for you?" he waved his pudgy hand round the table.
"Tiramisu" said Lucy. "And chocolate gateau!"
"Huh, you'll throw up!" said Paul dismissively, rubbing his overfed gut and burping.
"I live for sweets" smiled Lucy.
Linda and Gerry also took a tiramisu. It was the renowned house specialty for a good reason.

They all enjoyed the tiramisu, an oversized celebration of gluttony with untold quantities of double cream and marsala-steeped biscuits. Gerry and Linda sat back and folded their arms over their warm, stuffed bellies, burping now and again. Paul stared at Lucy, waiting to see her next move. Licking her lips she pulled the chocolate cake towards her and took the first mouthful. Gerry stared at her in frank admiration. "I can see how you've grown so fat if you can really eat like this!"
Paul motioned to the waiter. "Get me a chocolate cake like hers!" he ordered. He was halfway through it when Lucy finished hers. She lazily lifted a finger for the waiter, who rushed to her side.
"What else do you have?" she burped.
The others stared at her in amazement.
"Watch out Lucy, I don't want you to literally pop!" cautioned Linda.
"Wow you're being really greedy today" the waiter complimented her with a belly pat, then continued, "apple pie, lemon meringue, banoffee, cheesecakes we've got blackcurrant, lemon again, and strawberry, then panna cotta and creme brulee. And ice cream of course."
"Ooh I can't choose" Lucy looked so worried that the others had to laugh.
"Panna cotta" she decided.
Paul waved his hand at the waiter, indicating a "me too" signal, his mouth still full of chocolate gateau.
"You look like you're beginning to struggle" said Linda to Paul. "Can I help you?"
She turned her chair closer to Paul's, took the fork from his hand and started to feed him, her other hand running lazy circles over his distended belly.

Gerry looked at Lucy, the question in his eyes. Lucy assented and he also pulled his chair closer to hers. She did not need help eating the panna cotta so he focussed on rubbing her swollen belly to help her digest. Now and again he let his hands slide down to graze her thighs or grab her pussy, making her alternately gasp and burp.

Lucy called the waiter over. "Meringue". Paul nodded.

Even Lucy was tiring now, her body exhausted from the sheer amount of food that she had ingested. She rested her elbow on the table and supported her head.

"Cheesecake. Blackcurrant." Burp.

The waiter looked at Paul, who lifted a hand and shook it in surrender. He stared at Lucy, his eyes alive with disbelief and respect. "You don't need to take the cheesecake" he gasped, "I give up!"
"But I want it!" pouted Lucy.
Gerry fed it to her.

A few minutes later, the bill paid, Gerry and Linda stood up. Paul grabbed the table and heaved on it, slowly lifting himself to his feet, his overfed gut making balance difficult. Lucy tried to stand but couldn't. She looked at Linda, panic in her eyes.
"Hehe" laughed Linda, "have you really eaten so much that you can't stand up?!"
"It's not funny!" gasped Lucy.
Gerry and a waiter helped her to her feet but she could barely stand.

By common consent they drifted over to a large bed at the side. Paul sat down heavily while Lucy fell onto her side. Linda stood in front of Paul and started to massage his gut. He reached around her back and unhooked her bra, letting her full heavy breasts free. She leaned in towards him so that he took her juicy nipple into his mouth. After enjoying for a while, she knelt down, lifted his fat belly and sucked his cock into her mouth, letting his belly rest on her head.

Gerry looked down at Lucy. Replete, her belly ballooned out in front of her, her plump arse smiling at him invitingly through her panties, which by now were completely wet thanks to his attention at table. He leaned over her, his own belly hanging down over her. Not wasting any more time, he pulled his pants down and twisted her panties apart. A waitress quickly rolled a condom over his dick before he thrust it inside her, his own overfed gut slapping on her curved hips.