Chapter 5 - dinner pt1

Rachel looks at him with an ever-increasing level of lust while Jack looks up nearby diners and restaurants. He manages to find a kebab shop nearby and an Indian restaurant a few blocks further but no decent pizza places.

"Ok, I've found an Indian place and a kebab shop but no decent pizza places."

"That's ok! There'll be something else. Let's go with the kebab shop first."

"But you said Indian first?"

"Kebabs are closer."

"Ha. Fair enough." Jack laughs.

The pair ride off. On the way there it occurs to Jack that he'd never heard anyone's stomach that was as loud as Rachel's.

"Hey, Rachel? Something's just occurred to me."

"Oh yeah? What?"

"Has your stomach always been that loud?"

"Yeah. Even as a kid. My dad calls me "lion" because of it, nobody knows why it's as loud as it is. It became such an issue when I was little that they took me to the doctor to try and figure it out but... even they didn't know. But he said that he couldn't find anything irregular so, provided that I wasn't in any pain I should be fine." She said as her belly let out another gargantuan growl.

"Are we there yet?" she laughed.

"Almost." Jack smiled.

They pull up outside the kebab shop and immediately as they step out, the aroma of meat, onions, garlic and bread fills their noses Rachel began questioning how she ever managed to control herself when walking past similar places in the past.

"God, that smells SO good." Rachel moaned.

"Right? Although you are being manipulated by your hunger, the senses that are used in tasting are heightening in anticipation, your nose is more sensitive to all the smells, your eyes are gravitating towards the most appetizing food and your tongue is simulating the-"

"Jack, please stop overanalysing everything, I'm hungry enough I promise!" Rachel laughed.

They walk towards the counter and Jack takes her through her options.

"Right, so this place allows you to pick and choose what you want on your food. You pick your meat first, then your vegetables, then your sauces." Jack explains.

"Cool! Wait, what's that?" Rachel said pointing at a particular item on the menu that looked like a cardboard box of meat, cheese and sauce.

"That? That's called a Halal Snack Pack. It's basically what it looks like: meat in a box, but it works like the kebabs do. You can pick and choose what you like on it."

Rachel let out a huge gasp and her eyes lit up like she'd just seen Jesus. And then began laughing. Maniacally.

"Seriously?!" she said, eyes still gleaming.

"Yep." Jack said, proud that he'd made Rachel almost lose her mind simply by introducing her to some decent food. "And the best part is that it's perfectly healthy, too!" he gloated.

Rachel turned her head, the look of excitement gone, replaced only by pity and a smile.

"Really." she said sarcastically.

"Absolutely. You've got meat, that takes care of your protein, then your options of toppings, cheese, tabouli, onions, sauces, and finally chips underneath. They take care of all your other vitamins."

"Wooooooow. Healthiest thing on Earth."

"You're still going to get it, though."

"Definitely, it sounds amazing. I think I'll get a large one."

Jack was cautious upon hearing this information, as he'd never managed to finish a large snack pack by himself in one sitting.

"...you sure, Rachel? They aren't kidding when they say 'large'." Jack cautioned her.

"Do I look like I'm joking?" Rachel said, SUPER serious.

"Nope. Alright then, on your head, or in this case stomach, be it." Jack said, poking her continually rumbling belly.

They order their food, Jack getting a single kebab, and Rachel, sticking to her word, ordered a large snack pack with beef, cheese, onion, tabouli, tomato, barbecue sauce, garlic sauce AND chili sauce; this thing was going to be stacked. Jack still looked at her with doubt, but Rachel was supremely confident her appetite would be more than prepared to take it.

They wait for a while and continue chatting, mostly about food with a little bit of teasing and flirting mixed in. After about 15 minutes their food is ready, they retrieve their delicious package and pick a table outside to sit. Jack unpacks his kebab and it looks pretty standard: meat, veg and sauce wrapped in bread. Rachel looks impressed. Until she opens her gigantic mound of styrofoam-encased meaty goodness and her jaw drops in delight. Jack STILL looks at her with doubt, but instead of caution and worry it had shifted to amusement. Rachel still looked like she could conquer it.

The pair begin eating Jack is taking his slow, savouring it. Meanwhile Rachel is HOEING into hers. By the time Jack finishes his food, Rachel was already a quarter of the way through hers, her face smothered with shiny grease and covered in garlic and chili sauce. Jack was impressed. Not much, but a bit.

"I'm going to get a drink, do you want one?"

Rachel looks up, her cheeks almost bursting with food and gives him a nod and a thumbs up. It was at this point Jack's attention swayed from what Rachel wanted to drink and instead went towards the realisation that the angle he could see Rachel's belly from was perfect. Well, at this point any view of this amazing girl's amazing belly would've been perfect to him. Jack wasn't certain if it was his imagination, her tight black tank top blending into the darkness, or if he was actually seeing it, but Rachel's stomach appeared to be bulging. Not huge, but a few more mouthfuls and it would be touching the table. Jack's heart started beating rapidly once again, at the thought of holding that growing mound of softness in his hands.

It was also at this point that he realised that he was staring at Rachel instead of getting their drinks, so he proceeded in slight embarassment of the realisation. When Jack got back to the table, Rachel had managed to finish almost half her food, and they'd only had it 15 minutes!

Finally Rachel slouched back and let out a massive sigh of satisfaction, holding her belly and licking her lips.

"Full?" Jack inquired.

"Not. Even. Close. I'm just sitting back to breathe and... let this first half settle. Thank you for getting me a drink, by the way."

"Of course. You asked." Jack gently said.

Rachel laughed.

"You're sweet."

"You'd better finish all that. I don't want to have wasted money."

"Ha! Ok, I take that back, you aren't that sweet. Wait, was that a challenge?"

Jack hesitated for a second. As much as he wanted to see how much Rachel would be willing take, she may not want to have sex with such an engorged stomach.

But...

He couldn't help but imagine her beautiful, naked body. Those perfect perky tits, that tight, peachy ass... almost perfect. Almost. What about that body with a huge, stuffed belly? Every part would be genuinely perfect; running his hands down her body, squeezing those soft tits, smacking and grabbing her ass, and rubbing that huge, round, rumbling belly... He couldn't help himself.

"It was a dare, actually."

"Ohhhh, you are fucking ON!"

Rachel chugged the soda Jack got her, let out a huge burp, and chowed down once again. Jack watched in amazement as she ate even faster than before, and the space of 10 minutes she had finished. There were scraps and crumbs left, sure, but otherwise - not a single bit of cheese covered meat, not a piece of onion, not some lettuce, nada.

Rachel let out a small burp to indicate her satisfaction and her finishing.

"There. Done." she said, gasping.

"Satisfied?"

&quo t;Ehhh... I guess. I mean I enjoyed it, so I'm satisfied in that regard, but... I mean I'm not FULL." she said, yearning for more.

"You're kidding?!"

"No. Any more ideas?"

"Uhhh, yeah. You still up for Indian?"

"Sure. Let's go."