chapter 3

Megan was even more beautiful than I imagined. Her figure was mind blowing. Perfect curves and softness everywhere. She walked in wearing a fashionable form-fitting dress. She wasn’t trying to hide anything - her ass looked soft with fat and pushed outwards in two large spheres. Her breasts were perfectly formed and perky. Her stomach was large and clung to the outlines of her dress. You could see its softness jiggle and bounce as she walked, the contours of her bellybutton pressing against the dress fabric. She wasn’t obese per se, but on the heavier side of chubby. 

Her eyes were glowing as she approached me, her smile infectious, her soft chestnut hair flowing. Her face was so naturally beautiful that I was almost speechless. 

“Wow,” I muttered under my breath.

We approached each other and hugged. It felt natural and good to feel her against me. She gave me a peck on the cheek and we sat down.

“You must be Matt,” she smiled. “That or I just hugged a stranger.”

I laughed. “That would be one pleasantly surprised stranger, but thankfully I am, in fact, Matt.”

“Pleasantly surprised, huh? Are you flirting with me, Matt?” she winked coquettishly. 

I was taken off guard. I wasn’t used to be nervous around girls, but she did something to me. I could barely get words out.

“I can’t think of anything clever to say,” I said. “So I’ll just admit it. I am shamelessly flirting. Anna wasn’t lying - you are very beautiful.”

She smiled but played her cards close, not giving away much in terms of her attraction to me (or lack-thereof). 

“Should we order drinks?” she asked.

“Yes!” I said, a little too eagerly.

We split a bottle of Merlot and she impressed me with her order. As expected, she was far from a typical “salad-on-the-first-date” type. She dug into appetizers of beef carpaccio and bruschetta with abandon. She asked for a refill of bread for the table and dipped large pieces into pools of olive oil, smiling and saying how good everything was. 

I felt myself getting hard at the sight of her enthusiastic eating. I tried to calm myself down and not stare at her tummy resting on her lap and stretching her dress outwards. I tried not to think about what she would look like with a few hundred extra pounds on her frame.

We started talking about comic book movies and politics and music. The conversation took on a life of its own and sucked me in. I had so much fun and laughed so much that I almost didn’t notice that she ate most of the three pasta dishes that we shared.

We split another bottle of wine and several pieces of assorted cheesecake. My mind grew distant again as she moaned with satisfaction after finishing the last of the cheesecake.

“Ohhhhh, so good. So so good.” she said. “I can never get enough cheesecake. I love it so much.”

“We could order more if you like,” I said. “It could be fun to try more.”

She paused, considering. She downed the rest of her glass of wine.

“No,” she said. “That does sound like fun, but I really shouldn’t.”

“Are you sure?” I asked. “The chocolate cherry cheesecake really caught my eye.”

“You’re sweet to offer,” she said. “A lot of guys would be running out to buy me a gym membership after a meal like that, much less offering me more cheesecake.”

“Well, I happen to find cheesecake connoisseurs very attractive. What can I say.”

She laughed. “In that case, I can’t resist trying the cherry chocolate cheesecake.”

We ordered another slice and glasses of dessert wine. I stared at her tipsily as she quickly polished off the last piece and moaned in delight, rubbing her full stomach.

“I guess that wasn’t very ladylike of me,” she giggled.

“Oh stop….” I said. “A beautiful girl who likes the Who and Marvel movies, who makes me laugh and is very discerning about cheesecake. You know how many boxes that ticks me for me!”

She blushed, but didn’t say anything.

I thought the date was going very well, but still couldn’t read if she was physically attracted to me. Every time I told her that I thought she was pretty, she never mentioned my looks. I couldn’t tell if she was being coy.

I excused myself and went to the restroom. My heart was still racing with excitement from the sight of her eating so much cheesecake.

On my way back to the table, I paused when I saw Megan answer her phone.

“Hi Anna, thanks for checking in… No, I’m still out with Matt,” she said.

I tried to force myself to turn around and not eavesdrop, but I was too curious.

“Oh my god, girl. I don’t even know what to say. I am smitten. It’s way too early to say stuff like this, but I feel like I met ‘the one.’ He’s so hot and so nice. And we just had a blast. But listen, he’ll be back any minute, so I need to go.”

She hung up and I walked back, feeling more confident.

After I sat down, I grabbed her hand under the table and held it. My heart was racing.

She smiled and din’t rebuff me.

“I won’t lie. This might be the best first date I’ve ever had,” I said.

“Oh, Matt. C’mon now. I bet you say that to all the girls.”

“Nope. Never said that before. There are very few cheesecake connoisseurs out there. You’d be surprised.”

“Anna told me that you like girls with my physique. I’m not too much to handle for you? Some guys say that, but they really mean that they want an instagram model with a big ass and tits.”

“I think you’re perfect. I don’t like instagram models. I like girls who are soft and cuddly, like you.”

“You keep having all the right answers, Matt.” she said. She seemed drunk now, like she wanted to stop herself from saying what she said next, but it fell out of her mouth anyways. “But you know if I keep eating cheesecake like that, I wouldn’t stay just soft and cuddly. I’d turn into a legit fat lady like my mom and aunts.”

She paused, seeming embarrassed. “I’m sorry. I know it’s not cute to talk about stuff like this on the first date. It’s just, sometimes I like to get some hard truths out there at the beginning. Some guys say they like curvy girls, or tell me it’s ok to eat cheesecake. But if I gain a few pounds, they get all weird about it. I used to be thin. But, what can I say, I like to eat and my weight has been a struggle the last few years. Any guy who dates me has to know that, and has to be ok with it. I’m done dating guys that make me feel bad about myself or my weight. But, ok, now that that’s out of the way, let’s finish our dessert wine and keep having fun. I didn’t mean to get all serious on you.”

“Listen,” I said. “If we were to date, you’d have nothing to worry about.”

“What does that mean?”

“Oh god,” I said. “I wish I didn’t drink enough wine to make me feel like I was injected with truth serum.”

“Well, they must have dosed me first, because I just laid a whole bunch of truth on you. So now it’s your turn to embarrass yourself, mister.”

“You’d have nothing to worry about because… Because I think you look gorgeous at your size now. But, honestly… Oftentimes I am more attracted to girls who are even bigger than you. So, if you gained weight, I’d honestly probably find you even hotter.”

“Bigger than me?” she asked. “How much bigger than me?”

“Look, I’m feeling kind of weird now. I’ve never really talked with anyone about this, much less on a first date.”

She smiled and signaled for the waiter. “Can we get two manhattans please?”

“Looks like you need a little more truth serum, Matthew.”

“Matthew, huh. No one has called me that in awhile.”

“It suits you.”

The cocktails arrived and she goaded us into drinking them down quickly. They were very strong and we soon both tipped further into drunkenness.

“So, Matthew…” she said. “You know what I am going to ask. Please share your darkest sexual secrets with the stranger sitting across from you on a first date. How much bigger than me do you fancy your ladies?"

She laughed a deep laugh that put me at ease. The room started looking hazy through my drunkeness. I wanted to stop the conversation because a part of me sensed that this level of honesty could end up ending very badly. But I felt such catharsis at finally being honest with someone; someone who was so beautiful, and that I felt such an instant bond with. I said, “fuck it,” and just kept going.

“I don’t mean to suggest that you aren’t gorgeous at your size, because you are…”

“Quit stalling,” she smiled.

“But, there’s really no limit to how big of a girl I am attracted to. If her face is pretty, I’ve never seen a girl and thought, ‘she is too big for me’.”

“Interesting,” she smiled. Something in her seemed both relieved and intrigued at the same time.

“So, you’re a feeder?”

I almost spit my drink out at the question.

“What?” I asked.

“You heard me,” she said, her face steadied by a confident smile.

“Well.. I… uh…”

“It’s ok, Matthew. I’ve been on the internet before. Every big girl who wants to actually date men who are attracted to them knows what a feeder is. Just google search “men that like big women,” one time and you’ll become well acquainted with feeders. Some women think it’s weird, but it’s ok with me. It wouldn’t put me off. I promise.”

“Well, you did drive me wild watching you eat that cheesecake. And I already admitted that I would find it sexy to watch you gain weight. I guess that makes me a feeder, yes.”

“Matthew! You naughty boy!” she said with a laughter of delight. “Well, I have always wished for a man that would let me eat whatever I wanted. But god help me if I were to date an actual feeder!”

I felt drawn to her.