Chapter 2

As the two of them walked to the bistro, John continued to rave about swimming and how great sport is. Jenny could hardly concentrate, she was far too focused not to stare at his prominent bicep vein, his rock hard abs or lose herself in his deep blue eyes. She felt so bulky next to John. Her wide hips bouncing a little with every step, her slightly protruding stomach and her breasts, which suddenly felt a little tight in the swimsuit. All of this made her feel insecure as she walked next to this Adonis to the bistro.
John offered her a chair and the two of them sat down. "So what can I order for you?" asked John. "A- A salad please," she replied hesitantly. He raised an eyebrow and replied: "Sure? After so much exercise, I would have thought you'd want something more filling." Her growling stomach betrayed her and she relented. "Right, a hamburger with fries and a milkshake please." He smiled: "With pleasure." Then he got up and went to the counter. While he was gone, she regretted her decision. What would he think of her if she ate all that?


These concerns were forgotten when John returned to the table with a gigantic hamburger and a pound of fries. "Sorry, they didn't have anything bigger," he remarked sarcastically as he served it. "Enjoy it, I'll just get the milkshake." "Thank you very much!" All doubts were swept away and Jenny's thoughts were now completely focused on the meal in front of her. She grabbed the burger and took the first bite. Juicy meat, fat and salt permeated her mouth. She couldn't help but take the next bite straight after. and the next. and the next. Only when the whole plate in front of her had been eaten did she wake up from this food-induced trance. She realized what a mess she had made. Her whole swimsuit was covered in food. John was sitting opposite her with his mouth open. Without saying a word, he took a napkin and wiped the sauce from her stomach. He looked intently into her eyes and didn't look away. He had a confident smile on his face and his hand still on her stuffed belly. Jenny was electrified. Her full belly, John's gaze, his hand on her belly, the intimacy of this moment, all of it... made her so horny. Without saying a word, she got up from the table and walked to the changing locker without turning back to John. In the romm, she tore off her swimsuit and ran her hands along her body. She let one hand linger on her stomach and gently pressed it into the soft fat. She let the other slide between her thighs. She continued to think about John's gaze. Was that desire she could see there? The way he let his hand rest on her stomach, that couldn't be disgust. It was admiration. With this thought, she reached her climax, moaning.


Then it dawned on her what had just happened and what she had done. She quickly put her clothes back on, packed up her things and stepped outside the cubicle in shame. She walked as quickly as she could towards the exit and didn't look back. On the way home, she tried to process what had just happened, but she simply couldn't explain her behavior. What had happened? She had forgotten everything around her and was in a frenzy where she only wanted two things: More food and John's eyes on her. This fateful move was to change her life permanently.