Chapter 2

The next day, Lewis had all the best intentions to go to gym after work, but yesterday had been a major pig out, and he really couldn't get Jess out of his head. There was something about her that he couldn't quite put his finger on, something that he found dangerously attractive. He felt compelled to go back to the new eatery and never made it to the gym that night.

Over the next few months, he became a regular in the restaurant, and had worked his way through the entire menu with Jess's help. Not a single one of the dishes was a disappointment and they all exceeded his already high expectations, each one delicious and addictive in its own special way.

He soon realised that the more that he ate, the more time that he got to spend with Jess. And he really enjoyed spending time with her. They never seemed to run out of things to talk about. She was always so attentive, making sure that he had everything that he needed, recommending this special or that, giving him a slice of newest cake to try, a sugary donut or an extra portion of fries on the house.

Sometimes he would stay behind whilst she cleaned up after closing time. He would finish off the last cakes that would have ended up in the bin if he hadn't obliged while they talked and laughed. It was a good job that he didn't have to go home straight away as most of the time he was too stuffed to move.

As a consequence, all of his hard work at the gym was blown apart in a matter of weeks. He felt self conscious about his expanding gut and knew that he should stop this and get back to the gym. However for the first time in ages he was actually enjoying himself. He knew that he couldn't have stayed away even if he had wanted to. He wasn't just living for that one day a month anymore; he looked forward to every evening and was excited about what the next day would bring.

Seriously - could life get any better? The food was great, he never left the eatery hungry, and the company was even better. He really liked Jess. He grew to associate the feeling of being full, a feeling that he loved, with being with her.

Occasionally she would pat his full belly before she cleared the plates when he had eaten a particularly big meal. When this happened he would be filled with the same weird sense of pride that he had felt when she complimented him the first day that he came in.

She didn't seem to mind that his gut was growing or that he liked to pig out.

In fact she seemed to always be encouraging him to have a little extra. She was probably just being polite because she was so nice, and he was her best customer.

He was sure that sometimes he would catch her eyes checking out his belly when she thought that he wasn't looking. Although, he just dismissed this thought as wishful thinking.