chapter 8

The ride to the restaurant was uneventful though she noticed out of the corner of her eyes him steadying his still tender belly as the limousine jolted over the rough areas of the wharf. As they pulled up to the legendary eatery, the shimmering rain made the glowing letters of the well know restaurant gleam and sparkle like jewels.

In an instant the driver was at her door holding an umbrella and helping her out of the long low vehicle. Opening another umbrella for her they moved to William's side, the driver opening the door, while Orla leaned in and assisted her rotund boss up and out the deep leather seat.

"Come back for us in about an hour and a half Max," William ordered having recovered his breath from the brief struggle out of the car and took the umbrella from Orla. Slipping his arm around her waist, he ushered her up the steps to the front doors and into the historic foyer as the limo disappeared into the rain.

"Welcome, welcome!" cried a stentorian voice standing in the wide foyer.

She could feel the eyes of the man who greeted them slide over her body. He smiled widely, extending a hand, as he purred 'Wow, You didn't tell me you were bringing such beautiful company. I'm Edward.'

She blushed; she couldn't say she didn't appreciate it. He had the biggest, most perfectly round, belly she had ever seen - and very little shame about it, the shirt he wore snuggly buttoned over it. 'And look at you," the gentleman moved to her boss, slapping his equally rounded gut. It was only so round from all the food that he had consumed. She bit her lip a little, noting the small wince that he gave off, imagining him trying to stifle a groan. 'Finally taken my advice and enjoying life?'

As the greeting drew out, and the meeting begun, She noted the way her boss gravitated towards her - rushing to pull out her chair, pointedly, trying to compete with Edward for her attention. As he sank into the chair beside her she turned her knees towards him, brushing her hand lightly along his thigh as she smoothed down her skirt.

She could feel herself tremble slightly. She had a perfect view of his gut from here; rounded out into his lap, his hands massaging it gentle... it was so close that she could reach to touch it. She had a feeling I would soon be quite noticeably bigger and caught her breath at the thought.

Edward coughed as he picked up the menu, and she was forced to raise her eyes from her bosses lap. It wasn't hard to smile. "I can recommend almost everything here. Portions aren't a great though, but they know me well enough to super size everything." Edward laughed, and patted his rounded belly, "as you can plainly see:"

She found it easy enough to drown out their conversation, declining the food politely, focusing on the gorgeously round man sat beside her. Massaging his aching middle as he crammed more food inside. He had managed the first serving fine, but now Edward had insisted on seconds - the plate piled high with rich food. William was struggling now. She could hear his breathing shallow as he picked up another forkful. Those buttons must have been so tight...

Edward belched, having finished his plate. He patted his gut again ''scuse me.' He groaned.

Beside her, William pushed another forkful into his mouth as if trying to match Edward bite for bite... how much did he want to belch? How full and firm must that gut be?