chapter 2 - true alfredo

Delia set a deep bowl with orange sauce containing six big mussels in front of me, it was steaming and smelled delicious. Then she placed a huge ceramic plate heaped high with Fettuccine Alfredo in front of Kat.

My eyes bulged at the sheer size of the portion size and immediately thought she would refuse to eat it all, yet to my sheer delight Kat thanked Delia and happily picked up her fork. She took in a deep breath and sighed contentedly.

"Doesn't it smell fantastic, baby?" She asked as soon as Delia left us in private once more.

"Yes it does, sweetie. You might need my help finishing all that, huh?" I asked her lightly.

"Pshh, it looks big but it's just because it's on such a thick plate." She waved me off.

I knew differently but let her continue believing whatever she wanted. When I contradicted her it was like arguing with a child whether Santa existed or not. There was no way to win without shattering dreams.

I began eating with gusto and so did she. I was hyper aware of the little moans of pleasure she made with almost each fork-full that passed her sweet, cherry lips. It was very distracting, I often found myself staring at her mouth, chewing fast. Sometimes I'd catch a glimpse of her little pink tongue licking drops of rich, heavy sauce which remained at the corners of her mouth.

I tried to ignore the increasing tension and focused instead on my own food. Somehow, the mussels lacked the appeal her food did. For a second I thought it was because I wanted to try some of her pasta but soon realised what captivated me the most about her dish was that the Alfredo seemed to be disappearing at an alarming rate.

With wide eyes I noticed she was almost halfway done. I struck up a casual conversation but it kept dying because she was so focused on her food and I was too focused on her movements.

I rushed to finish my food so I could simply stare at her without seeming ungrateful for the mussels. I left almost all the sauce intact and pushed the bowl away, feeling satisfied.

She looked up briefly and smiled through a particularly large mouth-full of food. I grinned back.

Everything was going great.

Almost three quarters through her meal she began to slow down, yet the tantalizing little sounds never ceased.

"So how is the Alfredo?"

"Oh wow, I've never had better pasta Chris. Giulio's is so amazing, I think I'm starting to feel full but this is True Alfredo y'know. can't let it go to waste." She said before tucking in once again, this time at a more moderate pace.

"Sure." I mumbled staring at her shove fork full after fork full of dripping pasta and chicken into her mouth. Adding to my restlessness she grabbed more garlic bread and dipped it in the rich sauce, soaking up what she couldn't eat with her fork. She did this until the whole basket was gone.

Seemingly surprised when her hand met the bottom of the bread basket she giggled and kept eating. She was almost finished when she slowed down visibly, her breathing was deeper and her little moans had an extra quality to them. She shifted in her seat several times in between bites and her left hand disappeared under the table.

I was going crazy, wishing I could look under the table and watch what she was doing. I was sure she was rubbing her stomach and I was strung out tighter than a rope with anticipation.

Finally she finished her huge meal and wiped her mouth delicately with a napkin.

"Ahh, that was so gooood." She sighed contentedly leaning back in her side of the booth stifling a small burp with her bony hand.

"You looked like you enjoyed it Sweetheart!" I praised and she blushed self-consciously.

"I must've looked like a pig..." She said smiling shyly, pushing away her clean plate.

"You? Kat you're the hottest girl I've ever laid eyes on, babe. Trust me, I love seeing you enjoy yourself. And there's no way anybody can resist a solid Giulio's meal. This place is the best." I said casually and mentally gave myself a pat on the back for sounding so casual when all I wanted was take her to bed.

Why was I so turned on all of a sudden?

Delia came by again and smiled knowingly at me. She picked up our plates and placed the dessert menus in front of us. Before walking off without a word.

Excitedly I picked one up and thought of the endless possibilities. In the end I decided upon Italian style donuts, reading the small number underneath the picture made my pulse quicken. 1,140 calories in a single serving.

I thought about the amount of calories Kat had already consumed and the monstrous amount of carbohydrates, but it did not deter me. While we sipped the rest of our wine Kat mumbled about how full she was. However, knowing she had a real sweet tooth and a weakness for pastries I made up my mind.

When Delia came back around I ordered two individual servings of Italian donuts. She took my order and left.

"Babe, I'm really full, and might not be able to finish them." She said pouting.

"That's ok, I'll help you out."

"Alright." She grumbled resigned, but not before I saw the little smile playing on her face.

Soon enough Delia came back holding two conical bowls with six fried dough balls inside each one, covered in syrup and cinnamon sugar. The desserts looked sinfully decadent.

I did not miss the tiny groan that came from Kat as she leaned forward towards the table. Even better, the desserts came with complementary coffee.

I made a show of trying my first donuts, it was sweet and fluffy and absolutely delicious yet I pretended I didn't really like them.

"They're just an overload of sugar... I'm kinda disappointed." I said sighing.

"What?!" Kat exclaimed with her mouth full. She moaned in pleasure before continuing, "You're crazy Chris, these are some of the best donuts I've ever had, here, pass them over."

Obligingly I pushed my bowl towards her and watched in amazement as she devoured donut after donut in the most feminine way possible. She really did appreciate quality food.

I was sad I couldn't eat them myself but watching her lick her fingers was more than worth it.

She finally finished everything including the excellent Italian coffee and leaned back as far as possible, bringing both her hands under the table and out of sight. She burped delicately a couple of times and closed her eyes. I simply watched her attentively, drinking in the sight of her completely satiated and judging by her position and soft groans more than full.

Swallowing hard I waved Delia over.

She brought the bill, I quietly paid and she left us alone again only glancing briefly at Kat.

"Hey babe, wanna go home now?" I asked.

She opened her eyes slowly and seemed to realise how obvious she was being about her fullness because she straightened up immediately and winced in pain as she did so.

Barely controlling myself I stood up and walked around to her side to help her up. She scooted to the edge of the booth and, using the edge of the table to support her weight, stood up lethargically.

I assimilated the sight before me with restrained desire. She looked absolutely amazing.

The dress strained around her middle, emphasizing the outwards curve of her distended stomach in such a way the indentation of her belly button was visible. One hand cradled her protruding tummy as if she were pregnant whilst the other clutched her phone.

I took her phone and put it in my pocket. She smiled gratefully and we walked out of the restaurant. She leaned forward slightly as if to accommodate for her new tummy and I observed in delight as she rubbed slow circles over the circumference of her stomach.

I had to help her into the car and strapped her seat-belt for her with my fingers grazing against the clothed surface of her middle. I sat in the drivers seat and exited the parking lot.

During the long drive home I would watch the way her stomach stuck out oddly from her otherwise slender figure whenever I had to stop at a red light. She often made little noises of discomfort and her hands never stopped moving over the round expanse of her stomach.

She kept complaining about how full she was.

I longed to put my hands of the perfect little orb, knowing it was tight and hot, stuffed to the brim with ridiculously fattening foods. It drove me crazy just to think about it.

When we got home I hugged her from behind and felt her protruding midsection. Tentatively I pushed downwards slightly with my hands spread wide, she squirmed in my arms and I realised there was zero give to her stomach. It was taut and warm. We stood there for a long minute. She leaned her bony frame into my body and I felt the gurgles her tummy made with each shallow breath she took.

I couldn't help it anymore. I turned her around to face me and kissed her passionately. She tasted like Italian donuts and coffee and her tight stomach pressed into my lower abdomen drove me wild. I helped her up the steps and carefully deposited her on our king sized bed, never breaking the kiss except for air.

Once on the bed I moved back and took off my jacket. My eyes were glued to the gentle rise and fall of her spherical tummy displayed in full by the skin-tight dress.

She giggled and, being slightly tipsy mumbled "Look at my food baby, I think I over did it tonight hey baby." She said rubbing her hands in a sensual manner over it.

"I'm not complaining." I grunted and kissed her again, hoping she would keep eating like this.