chapter 7

We passed a McDonalds on the way home, so I stopped without warning.

She didn’t ask questions, just followed me through the door. I ordered her a Big Mac, a large fries, a double cheese burger, and a McFlurry.

We laughed and joked as she easily finished it all. Somehow her pants remained buttoned, but she grimaced at how tight they were.

We continued driving home. I spotted an Indian buffet, so I stopped again. 

“The grand finale, huh?” she laughed.

I made her plate after plate of food. Butter chicken, tikka masala, curries, samosas, little metal tins full of dips and spread for roti. 

She eventually moaned in pain and said, “Ok, I’m calling it.”

I assumed that she meant that she couldn’t eat anymore. Instead, she made a show of unbuttoning her pants, unzipping them and letting her stomach flow through. It looked massively swollen.

“Oh. my. god.” I said. “So sexy.”

“The other customers are getting a show, huh?” she said sheepishly.

I handed her my jacket to cover her exposed stomach.

“Full now?” I winked.

“Matthew, when I said that it takes a lot for me to be full, I meant it. And, like I said, I’ve only let myself get to extreme fullness a handful of times in my life. Since I’ve already outgrown my clothes today, I might as well let myself get truly and proper stuffed. So, please make me another plate of food and don’t skimp on the samosas this time, they are my favorite.”

Clearing plate after plate, she began to inhale deep breaths and clutch at her stomach in pain.

I kept telling myself that surely the plate she was eating would be her last. Never had I seen anyone come close to eating this much before. The woman in front of me seemed more like the eating goddess of my dreams, not a flesh-and-blood nurse from Colorado. 

I was brought back to reality when beads of sweat formed on her forehead and she looked more in pain. Her cheeks were flushed. She steadied herself with both hands on the table as hiccups shook her body. 

My arousal was strong, but I also began to worry. Was it dangerous to eat this much? She had been binge eating continuously since she woke up — could she tear her stomach lining or damage her intensities?

“Maybe we should take a break and go back to your place?”

“Aw... *hiccup* are you worried about me?” She asked.

“Well, to be honest, you look like you’re struggling a bit. You’ve done amazingly today. I never thought I would say this, but I think it’s probably smart to stop eating.”

She frowned and looked dejected. “I never expected this from you of all people, Matt.”

“I think there’s been a bit of a miscommunication. I think it’s amazing how much you can eat. Hell, I was the one who took us to a Buffett. You just look a bit flush, I just want to look out of you.”

“Well, I can take care of myself.” She said, indignant. 

“I’m sorry,” I said. “I didn’t mean to upset you.”

“I thought I finally found a man who wouldn’t judge me if I wanted to truly indulge myself sometimes. Your eyes are judging me just like Angie’s were earlier.”

Her face grew even redder with anger, sweat dripping down her cheeks. I had never seen this side of her before. It was like the binge eating had brought out a whole other person. 

“No, trust me. I love to watch you truly give in. I’ve never been this aroused before!” 

Her look of anger of faded. “You mean it? You aren’t grossed out by me? It just feels so good to finally give in. I’m so close to finally feeling full. Finally feeling satisfied. And when you look at me like everyone else - with shock and concern - it really hurts and it holds me back.”

“Grosses out - are you kidding?” I said. I moved her hand under the table to my pants. She giggled as she felt my massive erection. “I pushed you to stuff yourself today, and you’ve done amazingly at outgrowing your clothes. You deserve to eat as much as you could ever want. I promise that with each additional plate, I will look at you more and more like all I want to do is take you home and do unspeakable things to you.”

I said nothing and got her three more plates of food. 

By the third plate she was really struggling. After each bite, she moaned in pain. 

“Ohhhh.... so full! It hurts!”

“Finally full?” I winked seductively. 

“Not quite full enough yet, but I’m so close...” 

In a last ditch effort, she rapidly crammed the rest of the butter chicken into her mouth and swallowed it all down. 

Her stomach made loud gurgling noises and her hiccups increased in frequency. 

“That’s more like it *hic*,” she said. She leaned back and rubbed her stomach, a smile of deep and utter contentment smearing across her face. Her eyes took on a faraway blissful look.

“Oh man,” she continued. “I wish I could explain how good this feels. It really hurts being this full, but it also feels like I just took ecstacy or heroin or something. This is the feeling I’ve been missing.” 

Her pupils dilated with pleasure and she continued smiling. Her shoulders relaxed. “I’m sorry that I snapped at you earlier, Matthew. I know you were just looking out for me. But it’s like when you’re having great sex and you’re close to climaxing and something stops you. I was so close to being really full, and I just over-reacted.” 

“Speaking of good sex,” I said. “I believe we had a deal. And after today, you have officially way outgrown your clothes.” 

She tried to clasp her pants around her stomach underneath my jacket. 

“Yeah, there’s no way these pants are going to fit,” she said sheepishly. “Shit, how are we going to leave if I can’t even put my pants on?” 

I helped her get up gingerly. A few people stared as I tied my jacket around her waist to hide her massively inflated stomach poking through her unbuttoned pants. She looked severely pregnant. 

She took labored and silting steps towards the car. “Ohhhh.... so full,” she moaned. “Maybe you’re right... Maybe I overdid it.” 

People averted their eyes, including the staff, as we walked out. Once we got to the car she removed my jacket from over her stomach. She pulled her pants down over her hips and her stomach unfurled with fat through the zipper and onto her lap. 

The sight of it drove me crazy, to a plane of sexual fervor that I had never experienced before. Her milky flesh stretched forward over her legs, bigger than I had ever seen it. She rubbed it and giggled like a school girl. 

“It’s so big!” She giggled.

 It felt like my sexual energy was possessing me. Before I knew it, I drove to a Baskin Robins. 

“What are we doing here, Matthew?” She asked, concerned. “I love your enthusiasm, but did you see how much I just ate? I will literally puke if I eat anymore.” A huge burp uncontrollably kept from her mouth. “Oh jeez *hic*, I may puke regardless…”

I didn’t respond. I left the car and bought a large brownie fudge sundae. The menu said that it had over 1,000 calories. 

“Matthew, I told you. There’s no way...” 

 I drove to a secluded and dark part of the parking lot.  I reached over and pulled her pants down around her legs.

“People will see!” She said, self consciously.

I reached my hand under her belly and felt for the soft part of her vagina. She was fully wet.

“Let them see, then...” I whispered into her ear.

She moaned and told me that I was naughty, but that she liked this side of me.

I began to spoon feed her the ice cream as I rubbed her clit. She let out alternating hiccups and moans of pleasure. I slowed my rubbing as she got close to finishing her ice cream. 

“No, don’t stop!” She cried. 

I fed and rubbed her faster until she climaxed, her whole body shaking as I crammed the last bit of ice cream into her mouth. 

“Oh... my... god...” she said. “I thought I knew what full really felt like. Turns out, I had no idea... THIS is what full feels like. It hurts so much! Ugghhhhh.” 

“I’m sorry... Did I push too far?” I asked. 

“No... far from it...” she said, a big smile across her face. “I think I needed the push to show me that my limits can be stretched farther than I thought. I feel so amazing right now. The feeling of all that wonderful food in my stomach, warming me up, keeping me calm. Absolute contentment... It’s just a shame...” 

“What’s a shame?”

“No, nothing, never-mind.”

“Oh c’mon, don’t tease. Out with it!”

“Well, it’s just a shame that I can only eat like this on special occasions. I ate a metric ton today. I probably gained a few pounds today alone. It’s sad that I can’t eat like this all the time. It would be incredible to be able to feel this good every day. But it doesn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out what would happen if I did... I’d be fatter than my mom and all of my aunts put together. Jesus, I’d probably be like one of those freaks on TV who can’t even leave their beds... I almost wish I didn’t know how good this feels right now. I’ve never eaten this much before and a part of me is disappointed that it feels better than I ever could have imagined. What a rush!”

I wanted to reassure her and tell her that it wasn’t an issue, that she could eat as much as she wanted when she was with me. But I secretly agreed with her. If this was what it looked like when she truly let herself go, eating like this regularly would make her rapidly swell up to a size that I couldn’t even conceive of. As hot as that sounded in theory, I had only known the girl for a few weeks and I wasn’t ready to contemplate all of this. All I knew is that I wanted her - badly. And even having to contemplate how fat she might become one day just drove me even more crazy.