Apple pie and the art of seduction

Chapter 2: This is what would happen, right?

As Alex was watching the waitress prepare his order, her large arms moving up and down next to the coffee machine, he promised himself he'd start a conversation with her once she had come to his table again.

But before she came, she stepped away from her post and hurried downstairs. She probably need to get something. Alex first watched her belly appear from behind the counter, held tightly by her sweater but wobbling a bit anyway. Shortly after, her boobs came into view. Alex' mind was too preoccupied to notice that his jaw dropped a little. Then the waitress turned to make for the stairs, and left him in awe as he fixed his eyes on her ass.

Her body slowly disappeared to the basement, but Alex didn't want the view to end. He told himself that he needed to go to the toilet and got to his feet. He wasn't speeding, as the waitress wasn't speeding either. Her body probably prohibited her to hurry too much, and Alex saw she was holding on to the railing as she went down the stairs.

They both were downstairs now. The waitress at the end of the corridor, leading to the storage room, Alex at the beginning, a few steps away from the toilets. He paused and decided to wait for her to come back. In passing he would say the words he thought would comfort her.

She didn't take long, and came back with a canister of whipped cream. Not just a normal one you'd buy in a supermarket, but a professional one for restaurants and cafés. She closed the door behind her and walked towards him. Quickly, Alex envisioned what would happen next.

He would start with a simple 'hi', and she would look at him with a smile and give him a 'hi' in return. That would be a good, positive start, Alex thought.

'Sorry, it's probably none of my business,' he would say, 'but are you OK? It's just that I overheard those customers making that nasty remark to you about you not having to go to the gym, and I just wanted to say I'm really sorry they said that to you.'
'Thank you for noticing! I didn't like it,' she would say. 'I don't feel like talking about my weight with customers if they are just saying things to hurt me. I could feel that they didn't like the state of my body.'

'They were scolding me for my fat,' she would continue, 'and of course I know that I'm not reflecting standard beauty. But it's just hard to be thin when you're around cake all day. Do you know I secretly treat myself to a piece of pie every time a customers pays cash? It's just a silly game I play, I know. But it just tastes so unbelievably good.'

'I'm sure it does,' Alex would say, 'but I'm actually still waiting for my pie. But don't go! First tell me you're not upset anymore.'
'Not so much anymore. You know, I'll tell you a little secret. If your promise not to tell anyone. Before I left the storage I took three large mouthfuls of cream. That helped. I can feel how it fills my stomach now and how it makes my belly expand a little.'

Alex would then switch from comforting to assisting. This was clearly a fantasy in which everything turned out just right.

'Maybe you should take some more cream?' he would say. 'Just to be sure you're feeling better'.
She would need no further exhortation. She would put the canister to her mouth, press the button and fill herself up. All the time, she would look him straight into his eyes.
Once she would have swallowed the cream, she would say to Alex: 'I am actually very pretty. Despite what society says, I like my body. I like how my belly stretches my shirts. I like how soft and squishy my boobs have become. And I like how my belly lies flat when I'm in bed.'

Alex would not be able to move anymore. He would affirm her view for 100% and felt himself getting extremly horny. His brain would not talk anymore. This would be his sunconscious desire taking over.
'I think you are pretty indeed. I really want you to know that the moment I laid eyes on you I couldn't stop staring at you. You do have a gorgeous body to look at.'
He would not stop there.
'Every part of you is a delight. I don't know how many people say such things to you, but I'm serious. I... It's... I can't really think straight anymore when I look at you.'

The waitress would then move closer to him.
'That's actually exactly what I wanted to hear,' she would say, in a voice that showed that she was heating up.
She would put the canister of cream on a side table nearby and stand right in front of him. Her eyes would go over her own body, as if to command his eyes to look where she wanted him to look. And she would say the very things he silently longed for.
'Maybe you don't only want to look,' she would say. 'Maybe you'd like to touch as well? I really like it. You know, whenever I'm at home by myself with curtains closed, I start my own private party, you know, by feeling myself not just there -her hand made a gesture towards the zipper of her jeans- but everywhere where I'm round... and soft.'

Alex would put his hands on the sides of her belly, and she would press himself against him. Their bellies would touch, and Alex would feel how they bumped back a bit after first touching, like a vertical trampoline.
'Feel me,' she would say as she placed kiss after kiss onto his neck. 'Feel my fat belly crushing you. Feel how big I am and how much I've let myself go. And I think I'm going to be even bigger if I continue working here.'

Alex would put her hands under her shirt to feel her naked, warm skin. A slight sigh would leave her mouth, and he could feel her hands exploring his body as well.
'You are still tight,' she said. 'But I feel you're not completely skinny anymore. What did you do?' she would fluster, 'You do have a tiny belly as well. A small tiny belly that spills just a tiny bit over your belt.'
She would then tear his shirt out of his jeans and place her hands on his sides as well.
'I want to feel you as well.'

Their mouths would then find each other, while their hands would be racing all over every bit of soft skin they would come across. He would feel her bra and her heavy breasts. She would take his shirt off, get on her knees and kiss his tiny beginner's belly. Then it would be his turn -finally, he would think- and he would get on his knees and kissed her so much bigger belly. He would squeeze her fat on her front and on her side, while pressing his face everywhere he could.

'Please undo my button,' she would say, and he would free her lower belly from her tight jeans. He would see she felt even more relaxed immediately. He also lowered the top of her panties a bit, in order to get the best view of her belly. Alex would be delighted by feeling the warmth of this part of her body, and he would also smell that something was cooking now.

She would then place herself on the cupboard where she had just put the cream.
'You can take off my panties, if you're really serious about how much you like my body,' she would say. 'Say it again. Say you want me. Say you want me with all my fat.'
Alex would repeat all of it, and say even more.
'I want your belly. I want to feel your fat ass, I want your legs around me, and I want you to come like you like it best.'
She would not wait for him to take off her panties, instead taking them down herself.
'Come, pretty boy.'


Alex would marvel at the hairy, damp and fat lips that came into view as he pressed his face into her most intimate part.

'Wait,' he would say, and he would take the cream and dress her pussy up like a piece of apple pie.
'Eat me!' she would say, and Alex would lick all the cream away, every movement of his tongue being met by her with a quiet moan. He would eat her out, and while his mouth was having his best day ever, his hands were squishing her thighs.

When she would come, she would jerk herself forward a bit, making her belly appear even bigger.

That's what would happen, according to Alex' imagination. Reality would turn out different, though. More complicated - yes. But nonetheless extremely satisfying.