Chapter 2 - a sensual feeding

Claire had said that she wanted to get out of her uniform and into something a little more comfortable, so shortly after they left the diner Andrew found himself sitting anxiously on her living room sofa.
"I'll be out in just a minute, hon," Claire said before she popped into her room to change. "Make yourself comfortable!"
Andrew had no idea why he felt so anxious. He had just met this girl, and he'd agreed to let Craig set him up. So why did he feel so antsy? It's not like he was expecting anything to happen with her... He was so lost in thought that he hadn't noticed Claire walking back into the room. She was now wearing black leggings and a shirt that wonderfully showed off her ample cleavage. She cleared her throat and Andrew's head shot up, again turned a bright red.
"Would you like something to eat?" Claire just asked. "I would've offered you something at the diner, but I've had so much of their food I'm just sick of it." She put her hand on her stomach for emphasis and waited for Andrew's answer.
His stomach growled. Claire smiled.
"I'll take that as a yes."

A little while later and Andrew was feeling stuffed to the brim. Claire had whipped up some extra-buttery, extra-cheesy pasta, some (also extra-buttery) garlic bread, and some homemade french fries. Andrew had three servings of each. Claire had just kept refilling his plate until there wasn't anything left.
"Was it good?" She was looking at him expectantly. He managed a nod and moaned, he was so full. He was surprised to feel Claire's small hands on his belly, rubbing gentle circles to soothe him. He moaned again. Her hand moved down to the underside of his distended stomach and Andrew could feel himself getting hard. Fuck.
"You've still got dessert, hon," Claire whispered to him alluringly. His dick twitched in response.
Claire got up from her seat and pulled a rich-looking cake from the fridge. Andrew could barely move, he couldn't imagine trying to fit a piece of cake in his already stuffed belly.
"It's a triple chocolate cheesecake," Claire told him as she cut a hefty piece. "It's a milk chocolate cheesecake with an oreo crust and a dark chocolate ganache." Andrew's eyes widened.
"I.. I shouldn't..." he said quietly.
"Oh, come now," Claire smiled that inviting smile of hers. "It's just a piece. I'd love to see what you think of it. I made it myself." Andrew couldn't take his eyes off of hers and he soon found himself surrendering.
"Okay... just a piece won't hurt, I guess."
Claire beamed. She took the gargantuan slice of chocolate cheesecake to the table and took a piece, her hand poised with the fork in front of Andrew.
"Y-you're gonna feed me??"
"Would you rather me not?" Claire gazed up at him innocently. Andrew sighed and just closed his eyes. He opened his mouth for the first bite. Immediately, the flavor of chocolate on chocolate on chocolate overwhelmed his senses. He felt his eyes roll back in his head. God, this was so good. Creamy and chocolatey and rich and smooth... By the time he opened his eyes, Andrew found that he had finished the whole slice. Claire was smiling at him with an unfamiliar look in her eyes.
"Hey..." she held his gaze. "Would it be too forward to ask you... are you attracted to me?" Andrew felt his face go red. Again. He opened his mouth but no words came out. His eyes traveled down, taking in the sight of her rosy lips, the swell of her breasts in her tight t-shirt, the contrast of her petite waist and borderline-voluptuous hips... He swallowed.
"I.. you're.." he stuttered. "You're gorgeous..."
Claire grinned.
"C'mere big boy," she breathed, taking hold of Andrew's hand and pulling him to his feet, practically dragging him behind her to her bedroom.
She closed the door behind them and kissed him gingerly. He was breathing heavy when she pulled away and he couldn't tell if it was because of how heated she was getting him or because he was still so full and had just moved so much so suddenly.
"Do you want me?" she asked him.
"Oh fuck.. yes. Please." Andrew closed his eyes. He opened them a second later and she was peeling off her clothes. Soon her impressive tits were free and she was in nothing but pink lacy panties that looked about a size too small, the sides of them squeezing her hips and her ass spilling out of them. Andrew could feel himself getting harder and harder as he watched her.
"Come on big boy..." Claire murmured, helping him out of his now-snug shirt. He felt heavy. When Claire tossed aside his shirt, he looked down and was greeted with the product of more than a month of overeating and tonight's stuffing session from Claire. His belly was large and mostly doughy and soft, but because he had just eaten around 10 minutes ago, it still had a significant firmness to it. He felt huge, looking down at it. Claire watched as he grabbed a roll of fat with both hands and squeezed it, unsure of whether he was horrified or mesmerized.
"Still gotta get your pants off, hon."
Andrew snapped back to attention and looked up into Claire's waiting eyes. He tried to suck in his belly, but it didn't move much out of his lap. He relented and lifted it a little so that Claire could get to the button... and even then he had to suck in a little for her to be able to unbutton his jeans. Once he was free of that, she tugged them off of him and pushed him back onto the bed, tossing his jeans by his shirt.
Claire began to grind on his almost painfully hard cock through his boxers, her hands on his chest, squeezing his growing moobs and moaning. Andrew was a mess at that point, barely able to grip her soft hips on top of him. Before he could cum, however, Claire stopped and got off of him. She pulled on his boxers and he lifted his ass so that she could get them off. She then slid her too-tight panties down her legs and tossed them to the side with everything else.
Soon Andrew was having the time of his life, stuffed full with a sexy girl riding him like he was the hottest guy in the world, thoughts of her and her food and how good everything was feeling swimming in his head.