Chapter 3 - the ride to mark's

Lynn froze. It had been nearly a year since one of her dates had asked her that, and even longer since she'd actually had sex with someone. She had quickly discovered that being rejected and going home to masturbate was simply more pleasurable for her than sex. But something about Mark seemed different, although she hadn't quite figured out what yet. She had legitimately enjoyed their date so far though, not as a source of kinky shame but as an actual night out with someone. What the hell, Lynn thought. Let's see where this goes. She leaned over the table a bit, resting her large breasts on the table. "I'd like that very much," she said in a low voice, grinning.
"Great!" said Mark, standing up, failing to conceal a huge grin on his face. "I'll just pay then." "Oh thank you," Lynn replied, touching his arm as she hopped off her chair, sending ripples along her soft body. "I'll just finish our beers and we can go." And with that she grabbed the second half of her pint and chugged it in one go, then did the same with Mark's, holding her stomach with her free hand as she tossed her head back and gulped them down. BBRRRAPPP! Heads all around the bar turned to stare at the fat pig wiping her mouth with one hand, still holding her jiggling gut with the other. Oh right, I'm not actually trying to embarrass myself anymore Lynn thought as she slipped her flannel back on, although she couldn't deny the intense thrill she felt from everyone's looks of disgust. Instinct just took over. But thankfully Mark was one of the few not glaring at her; instead he laughed loudly and went to pay their tab.
As they walked outside Lynn snuck a peek at her stomach and smiled. It had become swollen from all the bar food and beer, and it now stuck out proudly from her open flannel, announcing to those smoking outside that a fat girl was coming through. She pulled on the end of it again, now unable to cover most of the bottom roll of her stomach, and instantly felt herself become a little wet when she saw a few more disgusted glances and even a great look of pity on the face of an even larger girl smoking alone. Even she feels bad for me, and she must have 100lbs on me! Fuck that's hot. Soon they were in a cab heading back towards Mark's place though, although Lynn's instincts had almost taken over again when she saw the pizza place across from the bar. She had to stop herself from suggesting they go get something else to eat first, one of her favorite tricks which had always ended in her date walking away in disgust.
While in the cab Lynn thought fondly of the last time a guy tried to take her home, right around when she hit 200lbs. The date hadn't gone terribly at first, to her disappointment, as Jake (or whatever his name was) had showed up to the bar drunk enough to not really notice her weight gain. They had had a few drinks and danced for a little while until Lynn, playing up how out of breath she was, asked if they could sit down. "I've got chairs back at my place," he had responded smoothly. They then left the bar, but upon her request they took a detour to get gyros, and before she had even sat down Lynn was devouring hers, eating so quickly that bits of meat smeared across her face and fell into her cleavage. She ate the whole thing in just six minutes, then leaned back, stifling a small storm of burps and picking meat out from between her boobs. She rubbed her swollen stomach a little and looked up at Jake, who was staring at her in horror. Lynn felt a rush of pleasure as she watched him finally see her clearly in the bright light of the small restaurant. Jake could now see the fishnet top digging into her skin, the stretch marks on her round belly, and the flecks of food down her front. He watched revolted as she picked at them, continuing to put little bits of gyro into her mouth, greasy fat cheeks jiggling as she chewed.
"Are you going to finish yours?" she asked sweetly, eyeing his almost untouched gyro greedily. "What?" he replied, at a loss for words. "I said, are you going to finish that?" she repeated, licking her plump lips. "If not, can I have it? I can eat it in your car while we go to your place, I won't make a mess." This snapped him out of his trance. "Are you serious?" Jake asked, his voice rising. "You just ate that whole thing, and now you want another one? In my car, too?" He stood up, furious and now almost shouting at her. "I can't believe how gross you are! You seriously think I'd sleep with you? Enjoy it, pig, I lost my appetite." He dropped the gyro onto the table and stormed out, shouting "pig!" one more time from the front door.
Lynn watched him quietly from her seat, her heart racing and her underwear soaked. She slowly looked around the small and completely silent room, hiding her grin as the other diners averted their eyes. Then, with everyone still peeking at her, she picked up Jake's gyro and began to eat. To this day it is the most erotic meal she has ever eaten. The restaurant remained almost completely silent as she slowly took bite after bite of the greasy meat, with just the occasional whisper or giggle to break the quiet. It took all of her willpower to not start masturbating right there, and it only got worse the fuller she became. If I keep going I'm going to burst, she thought, her breathing labored. But holy shit this feels so good. Everyone is watching me (a whimper of pleasure escapes her lips) stuff my fat face. Lynn placed the gyro down on the table, already halfway done. She looked up and twelve pairs of eyes were suddenly looking at anywhere but her. She looked back down and stared at her stomach, which had nearly doubled in size. I want to finish this so badly, but I've never eaten this much before. Lynn unbuttoned her pants and watched as her stomach spread out, finally free from the restraints of her 43"-waist jeans. Slowly she picked the greasy gyro back up and took another bite, her free hand massaging her poor belly. It feels like every bite is stretching me out even more! Finally, after nearly twenty excruciatingly kinky minutes, she swallowed the last bite. All Lynn wanted to do was lie back and rest, but she was now so turned on it was painful. So, with a great deal of effort, she squeezed herself out from her booth and stood up. No one could turn their eyes away and several even gasped as she started to walk towards the door. Before the table had blocked most of her body from view, but now they could see her fishnet top pulled taught around her torso, the fat of her swollen gut pushing out from the holes and hanging out the bottom through unbuttoned jeans. It was as if someone had caught a small food-speckled whale and it was now slowly waddling towards a cab, one hand holding up its pants, the other clutching its stuffed belly.