Chapter 137 - #137 /the red head 4/

On that oddly connecting note, Laura headed off to sleep, or mediate, or do whatever it was witches do while most people were sleeping. I meanwhile took a few seconds to recover and process. Both her piece of advice and the new toy she had gotten for L.B.L UP. There was no denying she had a point. But as I splayed myself out on the bed, I decided there’d be better times to think about it. Namely after I had actually gotten some sleep. To say the day had been busy would’ve been a severe understatement. I had done a full, highly distracted day of school work. Freed Penny and Deena. Gotten possessed and teamed up with my sister to use the app. All over the course of a few stretched out hours. With my lover not only safe, but with an expanding circle of friends rather than an expanding figure, I wasn’t beset on by anxious thoughts. The closest I came was wondering about the softness of my own chest as I let my pillow engulf me. As I mused on the fact Eliza would probably have an answer. Or would at least love to do a very “scientific” test. I finally shut my eyes.

There was jazz playing. Not the smooth kind, or the modern pop blending variety. The old-fashioned sort. I glanced around and found myself in a familiar location. The bar from my first flashback. It held that mysterious archaic vibe. With old fashioned cabaret style waitresses of an oddly inclusive variety of figures lugging around platters of food. With odd lanterns suffused with what looked like a magical sort of glow. A glance across from me found my own table completely covered with empty plates and a few drained champagne glasses. It was quite a gluttonous haul. But by the time my attention was turned on them I got distracted, by the rippling of my own lard. I was just as big as I had been during the initial flashback. At the time It had seemed so ludicrously massive. But appreciating it again, I realized that I wasn’t certain I was any smaller in actuality. However, those thoughts soon faded from my head along with my confusion about the venue and the appetite I had demonstrated. Replaced with a burning question of if I had gone big enough.

Then as if in answer to my insecurities, she arrived. A red dress the same rich shade as her hair hugged every inch of her figure. From the lower portions of her high and pert chest, to the tips of her wide feminine hips. It might’ve been a little risqué for some. Especially for a first date. But I appreciated it as a showing of her raw and powerful confidence. And being me, I couldn’t deny myself a bit of ogling as she crossed the dance floor. Hips swaying all the while before taking a seat, and elegantly swinging one leg on top of the other. I was hard to miss on size alone, but I imagined the blue hair helped a bit. “Well as first impressions go, it’s a strong one” I said flirting meeting her eyes. Her face somehow perfectly pictured in my mind yet utterly out of reach. She glanced to the table before beginning to count on her fingers in a theatrical display. “Four cleared plates, and two champagne glasses, if I didn't know any better, I’d suggest you had a girl before me” She joked with a smug grin. “Oh, If there was another girl I probably would’ve eaten her order to” I humble bragged with a smug sort of energy.

“Well you best leave mine alone, I want some energy for the “dancing” part of this “dinner and dancing” date” She shot back. “Passing up the chance to feed me already, are you sure I’ve got the right person” I pondered with a challenging sort of grin. In spite of the sheer number of hedonistic calories I had gobbled and guzzled down I felt plenty of space for my barrel of a gut to be stretched out some more. “Oh, so you think you can handle more? The meals are pretty filling” she mused. Resting her chest on the table, I could feel her run her heels up against my gut beneath the table. Before pressing into it and forcing a light belch from my mouth. “If I was afraid of having my capacity being filled, I wouldn’t have accepted your invite” I challenged her back. Having a rather pleasant inclination as to where this particular conversation was going. “Then how about a game?” she asked. For the first time in the evening I could see a sort of fire in her eyes. To some it probably looked like a wicked case of the crazy eyes. But for me, as beautiful as she was it was the first time, she got me going. That crazy was a perfect match for mine and most importantly there was nothing I loved more than a good game.

“We don’t even know each other well enough to set stakes” I pondered aloud. Playing hard to get wasn’t a tactic one could usually employ with a dating pool as small as mine. But It far too much fun to pass up. “How about...Feedee/Feeder...you win you get to play Feeder, I win I do” she explained simply. In truth it was a silly set of stakes. After all I had ballooned myself up to such a thick size to advertise my intent to be fed further. Yet I felt a clawing, confusing desperation clawing deep within me, a desire to be the one on the Feeding side of things. In truth it didn't really matter. All that I really cared about was the chance to play. A chance to communicate in the language only she and I understood. “You’re on...what’s the challenge” I asked trying to piece it together for myself just from our surroundings. “You’re going to eat the orders of every person in this room” she explained with a simple devilish sort of grin. “Three digestions” I interjected and her smile told me we had been on the exact same
wave length.

I leaned back in my chair as much as my prodigious bulk would allow. The motion knocking my gut off the table and rattled the glasses a bit. I did so to better provide a better view of the people I’d be eating on behalf of. It wasn’t the wisest move to undertake a challenge without a full understanding of its scope. But I was far too desperate for the chance to play to care. Barring us there were three other people who seemed to be ordering, or about to order. One was a skinny looking blonde with a decent rack, looking in a slightly scorned fashion at the empty chair next to her. Probably being stuck up by a date. The other two seemed to present more of a challenge. Both them had athletic figures marking them as probably wanting calories to burn.. They were together, both bearing ginger hair, albeit with different enough features to distinguish them as being unrelated. That along with the fact one was giving the other a hickey. It didn't seem like too much of a challenge, especially with three digestions to clear house. But as this confident though crossed through my mind, a waitress approached with a dish far larger than I would’ve anticipated.

It was a cake, a triple chocolate concoction, with fudge swirls around it’s rim. It was almost certainly for the blonde. Ironic given I had dismissed her as being likely to order a salad. “Don’t feel bad for her, I’ll send her three, and a more attractive lover” The red head said with a wide grin, as she looked me up and down. I smiled, I had been more concerned for my winning odds than for the other girl, but it was certainly endearing that my date was so considerate. As I cut myself slices and begin to cram them down, I became acutely aware of just how delicious the food from the restaurant was. The three chocolates melted and mingled in my mouth in a texture so fine it was more akin to drinking than eating. My pace accelerating, fueled by sheer desire to taste and fill myself with more of the treat. Eventually the entire cake lay demolished, I even went to the trouble of licking the plate clean. She tapped my belly beneath the table again, though this time with greater ease due to its expanded girth. She tilted her head smugly in an unasked question. To which I smiled a grin of defiance. I was filling up, but I still had plenty more room.

Once again as if attuned to my smug energies the next portion of the meal arrived. However, this time it took several back and forth trips. A team of three waitresses slowly loaded up the table with what looked to be almost every item on the menu. Several varieties of ice cream, a spread of pastries, and an almost insulting bowl of mints. My date grinned with a sadistic confidence that had me tearing into it immediately. I settled for slurping up the ice cream rather than licking it down or using a spoon. As efficient as it was it wasn’t long before I needed my gut’s gurgling contents digested. Though with my full capacity cleared up I managed to clear the rest of the ice cream and tear through all the pastries before I needed another. The sensation of stuffing myself while expanding, and stretching the seams on my dress, was such a turn on It helped productivity in its own way. Leaving only the bowl of mints. Which I gently finished off over the course of a minute.

“Hope you weren’t too fond of that dress, since you won’t be fitting in it too much longer” I teased her as I swallowed the last of the mints down with a victorious gulp. “Oh, what makes you say that exactly, there’s a still a person in this room whose meal you haven’t eaten” she said displaying a tone of false surprise. As if she hadn’t set her trap intentionally. Slowly the table was loaded again a mirror of the order that had taken all three of my digestions to greedily gulp down. “Your order?” I asked with a content burp. “You’re as clever as you are greedy” she shot back with a knowing smile. “Well then we should probably head back to your room, lest we cause the local population to starve” I suggested as she offered me a hand out of the chair. Requiring a bit of heave to get me to my feet with all my blubber. “What should I call you?” I asked her as she almost immediately took to feeling me up. “My name is ___” she said, the word instantly blurred from my memory. “But you can call me Mistress” she said her voice emanating a raw, intimidating and downright arousing sort of power