chapter 2

The restaurant was quiet for a Thursday night but they didn’t care. It was turning into one of those magical dates where everything and everyone else is just background noise. A friendly greeter guided them towards a curved booth so they sat side by side. His mind raced as he watched her slide across the smooth bench before playfully patting the space by her side. He slid in beside her, desperately wanting to be close to her. Her leg touched his. He didn’t move away and neither did she. She glanced at him out of the corner of her eye and took a sip of water from a glass on the table. With some nerves but more excitement he responded with a hand around her waist. It felt electric to touch her. For her it was electric to be touched by him. The thrill of it… something special. Something so long in the making.

It allowed them both to get carried away when it came to ordering. He ordered a starter, so did she, and then he ordered another ‘for the table’. When she couldn’t decide between two sides to go with her main, he insisted on getting both.

His hand remained around her throughout, when she felt his fingers leave her for a second she put a hand on his leg to reassure him. Another long glance was shared. The frisson built further. He leaned in to whisper in her ear:

“God I can’t believe we’re finally doing this”

“It was worth waiting for” she whispered back, moving her fingers a little farther up his thigh.

A third voice announced, “Your food”. It was the server, interrupting the moment and filling the table in front of them. Mac and cheese, buffalo hot wings and smoked salmon tagliatelle to begin. The portions matched his expectations- he’d done his research- and the alcohol had increased her appetite considerably. She dove in and his own appetite forced him to release his hand from her waist temporarily.

Gluttony took over. She took a forkful here, a spoonful there. Her eyes closed in delight as she tasted the moreishness of each dish, impelling her to come back for more. She felt a hand return to her waist and could swear it gave her a gentle squeeze. A handful of chubbiness grabbed softly.

“Oh fuck”, she thought to herself “This is really happening!” She’d known for a while he was a fat admirer: it was obvious from his previous relationships. What she’d seen on his pictures in the last couple of years was even more thrilling though: the effect he’d had on his past girlfriends. She’d never approached him about it- how could you?- but it excited to to think of what his preferences are.

“That. Was. Incredible.” She leaned back, still chewing.

“Just wait until you try the mains.” He flashed a smile back at her and she swore there was a split second where his eyes flicked down to her belly, all but confirming what she thought: “He’s a feeder! Finally I might get to experience that.”