Growing love affair....with food!

chapter 4

Max took Maisie's eating into his capable hands. He could see from the way she dug into his cooking that this was a skinny girl who had a long way to go, but who was FULL of potential for growth and Max was just the guy to help her reach her FULL potential.

Maisie took to Max' cooking like a starving wolf to a herd of elk. It wasn't that she was especially hungry and she certainly had no intention of becoming as fat as the rest of Max' wait staff but for the first time in her life she was in LOVE with food. Max' meals were such a contrast to what she had grown up with her entire life. Her mother specialized in low fat, low calorie, bland food that tasted more like the cardboard on a pizza box than the pizza itself. The only real seasoning her mother ever used was salt and pepper and she used the pepper VERY sparingly. So when Max exposed her to the joys of eating with herbs and spices she found she couldn't resist. And she didn't. It wasn't that she went out of her way to stuff herself but she felt totally compelled to clean her plate whenever Max placed on in front of her.

A week went by since Max started feeding her. She had no idea if she had gained any weight because she had never owned a scale in her life. What would a girl who could barely fill a training bra do with a scale? But she KNEW she HAD gained. What told her? Her clothes, that's what told her. She had worn the same pair of VERY skinny jeans for two years and never had to even think if they would fit. They not only slid on easily, they also barely hung on to her VERY obvious hip bones. Well now when she looked in the mirror the hip bones weren't quite so obvious and her jeans didn't slide down even one millimeter. She certainly wasn't getting fat, she wasn't even near the normal weight for a girl of her age and size, but she was definitely a bigger girl than she had ever been before.

What Maisie DIDN'T know was that Max had a plan all laid out for his all too terribly thin waitress. And why not? Who would want to go to a restaurant that hired a waitress who looked as if she had just come out of a prisoner of war camp? Max knew that if he tried to seriously increase the size of her meals, Maisie would resist. That why he had made up a series of gradually bigger and bigger plates just for Maisie. So while it may have LOOKED to her that she was eating the same sized meals, she was taking in a hundred or so more calories with each and every meal. And to Max' great surprise, Maisie so enjoyed his cooking that she gobbled down all the additional food without blinking an eye.

Within another two weeks Maisie's skinny jeans barely fit and her hip bones, while still prominent, were not nearly as noticeable as when she first started eating for Max. What's more, she could have cared less that she was putting on weight. While she still had the figure of a little girl, it occurred to Maisie that if she kept on eating the was Max had arranged for her to eat, she would start looking more like a woman than just a little girl. Little did Maisie realize just how "womanly" was going to become!