Chapter 4 - bigger is better

It had been three months since they met. Liam and Jemma were officially a couple, and Liam stuffed her almost every night. In those three months, Jemma had gained 36 pounds! Liam was so aroused by this, on this one day, that he did the same thing he did on that first day he stuffed her. Once again, in his bed, they connected.

"I love your huge belly, piggy." Liam whispered to Jemma, laying across from him in the bed.

"It's not big enough yet though, right baby?" Jemma rubbed her stretched belly, which had grown significantly after a long night of force feeding.

"No. It must be a lot bigger. You said you wanted to be immobile, remember? So, my queen, I will grant your wish."
Liam laughed, semi-cruelly.

Jemma giggled.


The next day, Liam and Jemma decided to go on a date at a nice italian restaurant in the town square. Jemma said it would be romantic. Liam hoped it would be arousing, and hopefully embarrassing for Jemma. Liam didn't want her to be hurt, but he did want to see people react to his beautiful pig.

"Mmm! This place has so many food choices!" Jemma exclaimed.

"Why yes, it does." Liam was anxious to see Jemma eat. "Why don't you order two entrees, and I'll order this extra large spaghetti and meatball plate."

"Hmm, sure." Jemma smiled and looked down at her large gut.

She was wearing a button-down shirt, under Liam's suggestion. He wanted to see her pop those buttons. So that her wonderful rolls of fat would spill out of where those buttons once contained them. She was also wearing jeans, to his delight, she would pop those too!

"Are you ready to order?" The waitress walked over and asked the two.

Jemma ordered first. "Yes, I'll have the large ravioli plate, and the large bucatini bolognese dish, please."

The waitress looked briefly at Jemma's protruding belly, and decided that it made sense, since it was this pig that was ordering. So she asked Liam what he wanted for his dish. "And what would you like to eat tonight, sir?"

"I'll have the extra large sized spaghetti and meatballs. I'm really hungry tonight." Liam smiled at the waitress, and then Jemma.

"Okay then," The waitress said conclusively, giving Jemma's round gut one last look. "I'll get that order in for you." She smiled and walked to the kitchen.

"Well, she seemed pretty interested in my belly, didn't she?" Jemma looked over at the waitress.

"She noticed that you ordered two large dishes, that's all. Big piggies need big plates. If you ever want to be big, you need to accept that other people might not appreciate your weight. Ignore them, they are the common idiots, because this is what you want, and I support you." Liam took her hand in his.

"I know, but it's hard to do this in public, people are so judgy." Jemma put on a pouty face.

"So let them be judgy, baby. They can be as judge as they want, but you can still do whatever you want to do."

At that, Jemma seemed to be content.

When the food arrived, Liam could hear, quite loudly in fact, Jemma's belly gurgle in anticipation of the delicious food. Even the waitress heard it. She glanced down at the woman's belly again. She smiled at Jemma and said, "You must be hungry! I see why you ordered all this food!"

Jemma rubbed her belly in response. "Yes, I haven't eaten in, like, 2 hours! I'm starving!"

The woman laughed and replied before leaving, "You two have a nice dinner, I'll be back soon in case you want dessert. You'll love what we have!" She smiled and, to both Liam and Jemma's surprise, rubbed Jemma's belly. Jemma didn't seem to mind all that much, so Liam didn't either. The lady stood there for a couple more seconds, rubbing the piggy's large stomach, and then patted it twice, watched it jiggle, and left.

"Well, she seemed nice." Jemma piped up.

"Yes, I wonder if she's a fat fetishist as well. That would explain the belly rubbing and the constant staring at your belly." Liam glanced at the waiter's station.

"Well, she might give us some good dessert options. Better than what other people might get?"

"I'm not sure..."

"Hey, we almost forgot about the food!" Jemma picked up her fork and immediately started to eat. And eat. And she was fast, too. She wanted this, to get bigger. She ate almost the whole 1x1 foot plate of spaghetti in under 3 minutes.

"Wow, girl, you are an eating machine. Not that I didn't know that, but I am always marveled by your gluttony."

Through a full mouth, Jemma managed to say, "Well, I'm hungry, and I need to satisfy this huge gut!" She got back to eating. Like a pig. It was the most beautiful thing Liam had ever seen. Her face, combined with her large tits, her huge round gut, and her wide butt and thighs. She was an angel. A large, gluttonous angel.

With the first plate of spaghetti done, Jemma moved on to the raviolis. There were roughly 20 large raviolis in this bowl, which was obviously a family style dish. But Jemma was like a family, but in one mouth. She would eat all of it, and still be hungry, even if she wasn't hungry. She was horngry. In other words, she was horny because she was eating.

Within 5 minutes, the raviolis were gone. Jemma had definitely stretched her belly, and her clothes. Her jeans were close to popping, and the buttons on her shirt were visibly strained. Not enough to show flesh yet, but close. Other people had given some short glares every minute, checking to see how much this porker had eaten in that minute. They saw her expanding belly and her large thighs, spilling over the chair.

Liam waited for all of the people to look back at their own food, and when most of them weren't looking in their general direction, he scooped large portions of his spaghetti into Jemma's plate. He did this more and more until she had finished it all. His plate was empty. Her plates were empty. There was nothing on the table except Jemma's glass of Coke. She hadn't drank much of it, and she made the decision to chug the whole thing down, although she knew she would burp loudly.

She did it anyway. She chugged the bottle like it was water. Down it went, into her awaiting mouth. She finished the Coke in about 15 seconds. Her belly gurgled just as the waitress walked up and gave Jemma a napkin to burp into. Jemma grabbed it quickly, put it to her mouth, and belched. It was muffled from the napkin but some of the neighboring tables still heard it. They gave quick glances, but Liam glared at them with hostility, and they looked away quickly.

The waitress leaned down and whispered so that nobody else would hear her. "So, um, you guys are..." She hesitated, obviously trying to make sure that they were in a feeding relationship before she completely humiliated herself.

"Yes, of course. I see you enjoy watching me eat?" Jemma inquired the tall, skinny waitress. "Are you a feeder?"

The waitress stood in thought. "No, I'm more of a fat appreciator. I'm not a feeder, feedee, or mutual gainer. I just like to watch." She smiled.

"Great!" Jemma smiled at Liam, who blew a tight kiss to her. "So, what do you have for dessert?"

The waitress handed Jemma and Liam large menus, but also gave Jemma a small sticky-note with some writing on it. She showed it to Liam. The note said 'As many as you want, on me!'. Liam looked up at the waitress, and nodded in approval.

"We'll take everything." He took a quick look at Jemma's strained shirt buttons. She would pop them before the night's end.


The desserts came, and Liam was surprised to see Jemma's face almost droop. "What is it? Don't think you can eat it all?"

Jemma looked more at all the food. "No, they just don't have any chocolate truffles." She looked sad, but it was all a show. She would still eat all that was here. She started with the shakes, of which there were three. One was vanilla, one was chocolate, and one was strawberry. She drank each one up through the straw in record time.

One by one, the dessert item disappeared. The chocolates, the cannolis, and the struffoli were gone in mere seconds. People were very obviously staring at Jemma as she ate. She ate more and more, and her belly grew more and more.

The buttons on her shirt were just about done with holding her belly in. There was definitely flesh showing, and some of her soft belly was kind of squeezing out. Finally, the last dish was there. It was a chocolate cake. People had looked away in disgust at this point, so the waitress came back to say something to Jemma, who was just about to grab the cake plate.

"You've really got an appetite, I see!" She smiled. "This cake, I added a little bit of weight gain powder to the batter earlier, don't ask how. I have my ways, but the important thing is that by a little bit, I mean about 1,500 calories. Enjoy!"

"Wow!" Jemma exclaimed. "How many calories have I already eaten?"

"Quite a bit." Liam said, looking at the menu. "Looks like all this was about 4,800 calories, not including the weight gain powdered cake."

"Wow, I'm worried these buttons are going to burst!" She said, looking down at her swollen gut. "What then?"

"I will love that. Don't worry about other people's judgement. Remember what I told you?"

"Yeah." Jemma said, and quickly got into eating that cake. It wasn't a huge cake, it was about 4 inches by 4. A circle, chocolate frosting, and a small flower on top.

As Jemma neared halfway through the cake, Liam heard a creak. This creak wasn't from a door, but from her shirt buttons. POP! A loud popping noise filled the room, and a button bounced around the nearby walls before landing perfectly in Liam's bowl. "Wow! You did it!" Liam murmured.

Fat spilled out of the hole where the buttons used to seal her fat inside. She breathed out in half embarrassment, and half relief from the pressure. Just the breath popped two more buttons on the shirt. Her fat then spilled all onto her lap, coming to rest on her wide thighs. "Damn it!" Jemma almost started crying