chapter 2 - the first supper

POV: Kate

I finished off the last of my shake as Connor pulled into the parking lot. We had agreed on going to Denny's for dinner because I was in a mood for pancakes, and Connor loved their omelets. Thankfully, they weren't very busy, so we didn't have to wait very long before we were shown to a booth. We looked over the menus for a few minutes.

"I think I'm going to get the Peanut Butter Cream Pancake Breakfast!" I bit my lip, salivating already. "What do you think about getting a milkshake to go with it?"

"Well, it sounds delicious to me! It might be smart to get soda too, just in case you finish the shake before the meal. I hate when I do that. Just don't make yourself sick, okay? You don't have to finish it, just because... well, y'know."

"Yeah, I gotcha, but a girl's gotta eat to grow up big and strong! I just haven't had good breakfast food for so long, I need it. What are you going to have?"

"I think I'll have the Ultimate Omelet." He replied, shifting in his seat. He was trying to hide it, but I knew him well enough to know he was excited. A few minutes later, the waitress arrived to take our orders. She was a portly woman, probably in her mid-thirties, and she seemed to emanate friendliness and comfort.

"Are y'all ready to order your drinks?" She said with a sweet southern drawl.

"Actually, I think we're ready to order our meals as well." Conner replied.

"Great! What'll you be havin' then?"

"An Ultimate Omelet with wheat toast and hash browns please. Oh, and I'd like a diet coke to drink."

"Gotcha. And what about you, sugar?"

"I'd like the Peanut Butter Cream Pancake Breakfast, please. For my sides I want hearty breakfast sausage, eggs scrambled with cheese, and cheddar cheese hash browns. To drink I'd like an Oreo milkshake and a regular coke please."

The waitress chuckled as she wrote down my order. "You're a girl after my own heart, that's for sure. I'll back in a few with your drinks."

Connor and I chatted for a while about work and school until our drinks arrived. I was glad that he had suggested I get a soda to go with the shake, because I polished it off a bit before our food arrived. It was amazingly sweet and rich, definitely better than the one I had from Dairy Queen earlier. I felt it settle in my stomach, thick and creamy.

Our waitress returned to our table, skillfully balancing each of our dinners on the same arm. First, she placed Connor's omelet in front of him, and I felt a slight twinge of regret because of just how good it looked. But, that feeling only lasted until my food was placed in front of me. That was when I knew it was going to be a good meal. The pancakes looked like a stack of sweet heaven, the scrambled eggs looked so rich and fluffy, the sausage's grease glistened in the light, and the hash browns were a lovely golden brown.

"Enjoy!" The waitress sauntered off to help some other patrons.

I dug in. First was the sausage. It was probably five inches long, and the diameter of a half dollar. It only took me a few quick bites to finish it. It was so nice to have a delicious meal in front of me, and be able to eat unrestrained. I had been attempting to watch my weight for Connor for so long that it felt like I had forgotten what really enjoying a meal was like. Next, I spread syrup and peanut butter over the first pancake in the stack. I made short work of that pancake, but I could feel myself filling up. I unbuttoned my pants and sighed, looking to Connor. He had been staring at me, his cheeks bright red. He hurriedly looked away. "Wow, he really does enjoy seeing this. I suppose it couldn't hurt to show off a bit..." I thought, grinning to myself. I took off my hoodie. My belly was already distended enough that my tight shirt had ridden up to be just below my belly button. I loaded my fork with scrambled eggs, and stuffed it into my mouth. After I swallowed, I rubbed my belly with my free hand and moaned. "It's been too long since I've had a nice meal like this, Connor. Thank you so much for taking me here!" I said,trying to sound somewhere between seductive and genuinely grateful.

"Y-you're welcome. How're the pancakes?" He replied.

"They're as amazing as I'd hoped!" I responded, shoveling a bite of the second pancake into my mouth to drive the point home.

"Great!" He replied, smiling through his rosy cheeks.

As I finished chewing, I looked to him, and I couldn't help but smile. He had been there for me for so long, even before we were dating. I always knew that I could turn to my boyfriend and his head of ever-messy hair for help. Plus, there was always just something about his eyes that calmed me and let me know I was safe. I could find myself lost in those blue eyes for an hour if I wasn't careful. I dug in and started eating more in earnest. Sure it was fun, but I really wanted to do it for him.

I finished off the second pancake, and then the third in just a few minutes. That was when I really started to feel full. Nevertheless, I pressed on. I shoved mouthful after mouthful of fluffy eggs and crispy hash browns between my lips, swallowing bite after bite of breakfast food. My stomach churned and groaned, complaining about the monumental task I had given it, but I didn't listen. I kept going, and my shirt kept riding up my gut. Eventually, my plate was clean, and I sat back, accomplished. I absentmindedly started to rub it, and discovered two things. First and least surprising, it was rock hard. The second thing which actually did surprise me was that my shirt had ridden up so far that it only managed to cover the top third of my belly. It must've been a little more than twice the size of my head. I sighed and looked to Connor.

"Y'know, I think I'm going to like this gaining thing." I said. I must have felt almost as excited as he did then. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw our waitress walk back to us. I hurriedly threw my hoodie back on. embarrassed. I may have been happy to flaunt my belly to Connor, but strangers were still another matter.

"Can I get y'all any dessert?" The waitress asked, collecting our dishes.

"Uh, one more oreo shake, this one to go please." I sheepishly answered.

"Coming right up!"

A few minutes later, Connor paid and we got in the car so he could take me home.

"Are you sure you can really finish that thing? Have you seen your belly?" Connor asked incredulously. "That hoodie is what, two sizes above yours? I can see how stuffed your belly is through it even though it's so big on you!"

"Don't worry about it, I'll be fine. Besides, I know you like it." I traced circles around my belly with my finger.

"Well... you're not wrong." He muttered, his cheeks flushed.

A few minutes later, we arrived at my house. It had already become dark outside, and the lack of streetlights in my neighborhood meant it was too dark to see more than a few feet in front of us. Connor started to get out so that he could walk around and open the passenger door for me.

"Wait." I said, putting my hand on his leg. "You seem pretty pent-up, maybe I can help with that?" I asked, probably sounding somewhere between exhausted and seductive.

"But, right here in your driveway?" He asked, nervously.

"Don't worry about it. My mom works super early in the morning, so she's definitely asleep inside right now. Besides, it's dark, so nobody can see us anyway!"

"Well.. okay then." He replied, obviously still a little nervous.

I leaned over and undid his belt, and then his button and zipper. He sat back so that I could more easily pull down his pants and boxers, and I did just that. His cock sprang up, and I greedily put it in my mouth. I started slowly working up and down the shaft, and he put his hand on the back of my head forcing me to go faster. As I bobbed up and down I could hear his breathing get more and more ragged, until he finally came in my mouth. I swallowed it, then sat back to get my breath. Connor also took a minute to get his breath back.

A few minutes later, he walked around to my side of the car, and escorted me to the front door. Before he left, I hugged him tightly. "Thank you so much for today, I love you." I said in his ear.

"I love you too." he said, returning the hug. "This is actually kinda hard with your belly in the way." He said, and I could tell by his voice that he was smiling.

"Yeah, well you better get used to it, because I suspect I'm going to have a full belly pretty often from now on."

It was only 8 o'clock when I walked inside, but I went straight to bed anyway. I didn't have the energy for anything else, and I was already thinking about breakfast the next morning.