chapter 15

As Deirdre packed away all her possessions, she felt sad leaving her room for the last time, but on the other hand, she was happy to move in with someone who would love her. And hopefully feed her.
She said her final goodbyes to her roommates and went to the institute lobby. Cho, Kylie and Strawberry were there already. All of them were talking excitedly.
"I can hardly wait for him to pick me up!" Cho said, her entire body jiggling with excitement.
Kylie was eating some cake her commissioner had left her. "I hope my guy brought a big enough car, cause I ain't walking or struggling to get in some tiny sports car."
The doors at the other end of the lobby opened and a supervisor ordered them to get into their groups. All of the girls and men got themselves sorted out, and the supervisor started calling out their designations. She then heard her the supervisor say D327 over the chatter of the others. She squeezed through the crowd to the exit. Spencer approached her, hugging her soft body. He took her to his limo, which was surprisingly easy to get in.
"So," he said, as the limo drove, "I hope your ready for tonight. Its gonna be just you and me and ten courses of the finest cuisine this side of the country."
The limo stopped at the docks, where a small, pleasant looking boat stood docked. Spencer led Deirdre onboard. Waiting on the deck was a table, with some bread and oil. "Oh, and be sure to fill up on bread." he said, winking, and going into the cabin to fetch the first course.
Ten minutes in and Deirdre made away with the meal, ready for course two. The boat's auto drive was keeping the vehicle at a gentle pace, as not to disrupt Deirdre's feeding. The next course was lobster. The wonderful aroma filled Deirdre with hunger, and she hurriedly separated the shell from the meat, making short work of the crustaceans. Spencer brought over course after course, each one bigger than the last. By the seventh, he was bringing out desserts. Each platter was filled with cakes and ice creams of all flavours. But the tenth course, Deirdre was thoroughly stuffed, her jeans torn down the seams and her sort now a crop top.
"Damn, that was some good food." she panted.
"And you put on a good show," Spencer said, rubbing her gut affectionately, "Looks like the boat ride is over. Lets go home."
They docked the boat and drove back to Spencer's penthouse. Deirdre fell asleep in Spencers arms, full and happy.