chapter 4

He watched her like a big fat snake watches a cute little bunny rabbit. There was something in her eyes when she looked at him, blushing, as he teased her, averting her eyes from his to the round swell of his abdomen hovering between them and flowing out and over his thick studded leather belt.

"I prefer mixing business with pleasure" he smiled, "especially if it involves plucky young bar owners with minds of their own." He saw her tug her clothing into composure and noticed that what she had changed into hid nothing of her womanly charms.

He softened, somehow realizing this tack wasn't working and said "Listen, I'm sorry I got a little loud back there...let's start over, I feel there's some sort of unspoken, unanswered connection between us and I've felt it from the first time I wandered in here several months back." He saw a slight flicker in her eyes but still no obvious interest in him and perceiving a wall she had put up and was reinforcing, sighed and shrugged to himself.

"Ok then" he said puffing out his chest, "well, like I said, sorry. Anyway, I'm starved and I happen to know your cook back there creates magic with hamburger and fries. So how about hopping to it and ordering me up a triple cheese and bacon, heavy on the fries extra crispy. And another beer, in a glass rather than on that sexy chest of yours."

He patted the sides of his belly as he winked at her adding "got to feed this monster, after my convalescing it's become more demanding than it ever has before. I'm enjoying satisfying it and I really don't care if I get fat as an elephant," he winked at her " I love the feel of it."

He looked past her to the table where the big chested blonde was still snoring in her beer, hair damp and bedraggled and sighed again, "bring everything to me at the bar, I do believe my date has left me for the evening."

"Erm. Of course, sir. Take a seat and I'll bring that food over as soon as it's done, ill get chef to rush it through." She gathered her composure and turning on her heel, she went to put the food order through.

Pouring Bill's beer she let her thoughts drift
"He seemed warm" she thought, "and yet so demanding too. He does like his food, but that's obvious." She flipped the pump to stop the beer overflowing. "There was defiantly hints at growing larger too." That thought lingered and seemed to travel to her centre. "But look how quickly he brushed me off when I wouldn't give in to his advances. Maybe he is just after one thing." Despite her inner compelling arguments, there was something about the warmth behind Bill's daunting gaze that Jen couldn't shake. Maybe he would be different.

The order bell brought Jen from her inner debating with a startle. Tucking that untamable loose chestnut hair behind her small ear once more, she retrieve Bill's food and headed to his stool at the bar.

She put on her warmest smile. "Here's your beer, here's your burger and fries, extra fries - I had a word with chef, on me of course." Her eyes warmed to Bill as she put the large plate of food in front of him. "If you finish that up, there's a nice big trifle waiting for you. I made it myself. A proper English pudding from a proper English lass!" She finished with a blush.

She grabbed Bill his utensils and carried on flapping with the glasses, pretending to look busy so not to have to answer any awkward questions about the extra food. Mindlessly wiping down the bar she let her eyes wander and rest on Bill as he tucked in without hesitation.
"He sure can put it away." She mused. Feeling the warmth return to her centre.
"He looks so strong, so tough. I wonder if there is an old romantic beneath that masculine exterior. That extra large, heavy exterior." She added as her eyes moved from his large double chin now slightly greased from the food. Slowly she followed the not so subtle curve of his body, the large soft breasts that sat proudly on top of that glorious mountain of flesh that was his abdomen. Barely held in by his tight shirt with gaping holes where the buttons clung desperately together. His studded belt emphasizing his strength and ability to intimidate, were on their third maybe fourth makeshift hole. She imagined him outgrowing that belt, and many more, with her exquisite home baking. She couldn't see his legs or arse through the bar, but she imagined his arse to be beautifully padded, the bar stool complaining under such impressive weight. And then two strong tree trunk-like legs, strong enough to support such weight and power, yet soft from delicious layers of fat.

The warming returned once again to Jen's centre as she empathized with her barstool, longing to feel that weight on top of herself. Watching him shovel handfuls of fries into his mouth, pausing only to gulp his beer. She imagined each handful adding new delightful layers of fat everywhere. "Imagine if he finished my entire trifle." She mused; a small smile found her face "imagine if he was still hungry." Her eyes widened.

Bill looked to be nearing the end of his piled high plate.

"How's that burger for you, hun?" Jen asked, passing Bill another beer. Something about the way he ordered her around made Jen want to comply with his every wish.

"We close in an hour and half, so if you want that dessert..." she bit her lip "make it snappy"