Chapter 3

“I can eat whatever I want...?”

Jenny sat forward, placing a hand gently on Mia’s now ample stomach. It arced outward and bulged deliciously over the waistband of her jeans. Her constraining pants cut her taut belly into two great hemispheric halves. The fly had long since given out, the interlocking metal teeth having succumbed to the immense pressure of Mia’s substantial middle. The jean’s button, however, still held strong as it damned the tide of pale flesh. Stalwart in its defiance, it quivered with strain as Mia adjusted herself in her seat. A bubble of excess flesh pressed outward through the puckered chasm left by the weakened zipper.

Jenny eyed her lover’s encroaching gut with increasing lust. “Of course. No requirements for this go round. I want you to do just what you want. Careful though, cherub. Isn’t that your last pair of pants? I’d hate to see you ruin them. I know how you’ve been feeling self-conscious lately. Maybe we should just go? I can make you a nice salad at home. I know you mentioned diet a couple of weeks ago.”

Mia blushed, nodding. Her face burned red hot. She tried not to think about what she ate at work. How much food she could put away without even realizing it. Jenny was right; this was probably the last pair of pants she could fit into. She’d had to really push herself and be extra obedient just to get permission to try them on for this outing. They were so tight. She felt one meal away from blowing them open. God, how she’d grown. The months had flown by. A nonstop parade of treats and dinners. It’d all been so much. TOO much. Jenny was right. She HAD mentioned that maybe this had gone on for long enough, and that maybe she should cut back a bit, but now that she was here and the seemingly endless buffet beckoned, she was having second thoughts. And thirds. And fourths. Fuck, she really shouldn’t, but this could be her last binge before getting herself back under control, right? No harm in that.

She looked up at her girlfriend, who smiled warmly at her from across the table. Her eyes were sparkling with mischief. An invitation? She couldn’t read it in those dark blue pools. Wasn’t sure if there was an answer in the smile either way. She opened her mouth to say something when a waitress with a big smile and genuine eyes approached their table.

“Excuse me ladies, we have some new specials to tell you about.”

Mia blinked, smiling politely. This must be part of the deal then. Another round of drinks, or dessert perhaps. She reached for the glass of wine resting next to her plate, only to discover that her hands were trembling.

The girl took no notice of Mia’s faltering grip. Instead, she began listing off appetizers and entrees like she was reading from a well-rehearsed script.

“We make our bread sticks fresh daily, and they come served with our homemade marinara sauce. Our freshly cooked pizza is always a hit, along with our spaghetti. We also offer fresh salads.“

Mia nodded politely. Jenny perused the menu, pausing occasionally to point out a particular item. As soon as the server had finished with her spiel, Jenny ordered a small pizza, fully garnished with a vast selection of meats.

“You’re going to love this. Trust me,” she said. “And if you do, we can always get more.” She paused, a wicked smile on her face. “That is, if you still want to stay. You can always go and start on that diet.”

Mia felt herself blush. The other diners seemed oblivious to her, chatting amongst themselves over their meals. Perhaps they were regulars here after all... but why should she care? Didn’t matter, anyway. It WAS just one meal, right?. Nothing worth getting upset over. All at once, she felt her over-sized middle groan with hunger. Mia knew she was dangerously close to a line. Her substantially larger rear now easily filled her chair and, if she stayed, Jenny would make sure that ass was larger by the end of the month. She desperately needed to set a boundary. Here and now. But everything smelled so good...

Jenny noticed her hesitation. ”Well?” She asked, a twinkle in her eye. “What will it be, cherub?”

It wasn’t even a question. Mia closed her eyes, feeling her stomach grumble softly. The words came out without thought, spilling from her lips before she had time to censor them.

“I would like to diet, but we came all this way. Can I try a slice of chocolate cake before we go?”

Jenny’s face lit up immediately. Moments later, the beaming waitress returned, holding a single slice of chocolate cake. Real cream, not a drop of artificial anything, and dense with rich dark chocolate icing. “No sense in delaying gratification,” Jenny cooed. “It looks delicious.”

As much as Mia wanted to deny Jenny’s offering, she could already feel the darkness rising inside. She’d spent so long denying herself, punishing herself for being fat.

She took a small bite, closing her eyes in ecstasy. Sweet and creamy on her tongue, filling her belly like a warm blanket. Her body seemed to sigh with contentment, relaxing against the back of her chair. This was what she needed. This was what she craved. And this is how things should always have been.

It was all too easy to give in. All her self-control and discipline disappeared by the third bite. She couldn’t help but nod enthusiastically when Jenny offered more. If anything, it seemed like a sign that Jenny knew just what she needed. And then it happened a third time.

“You sure you want more?” Jenny asked.

Mia nodded eagerly. Jenny was right. Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad if she just gave in. If she let go. For once, she didn’t want to be strong. She just wanted to feel. To indulge. One hand stroking her heaving middle as she shoveled bite after bite of filling cake past her crumb-laden lips. She was vaguely aware how odd it all was. Coming to an Italian restaurant only to fill up on sweet cake, but the concept of full was still a distant speck in her addled mind. When had she gotten to this point? Three full pieces? She remembered when one slice was more than enough to top her off. Now though…

Mia looked down at her bulging belly. There was a brief time, a number of months ago, where she could barely make it out past the surging twin peaks of her tits, but now it easily eclipsed them. The fleshy mound arced outward and had just begun to set up camp on her thick thighs.

She chewed slowly, savoring every last bit of flavor from her third slice. She felt Jenny’s hand gently caress her thigh under the table. The touch sent an electric current through her body.

“You’re going to make me eat all this myself, aren’t you?” Mia sighed. “I can see it in your eyes.” Mia’s head hung low as she scooped up the last remains of cake with her fork and brought it to her mouth.

“I’m not going to make you do anything, cherub.” Jenny watched, enthralled, her fingers tracing a slow line over Mia’s swollen belly. “You’re going to do it all yourself.” Her long fingers encircled her wineglass, and she raised it to her lips. Moments later, the piping hot pizza sat temptingly between them. Its delicious scent wafting into Mia’s face, calling to her.

She HAD just eaten cake. That was enough. More than enough. The bloated girl gave a heavy sigh and grimaced as she felt her waistband bite into her tender middle. Her jeans let out a harsh squealing creak.

The pizza looked good. Mia hesitated, her eyes wandering until they found Jen’s longing stare. Last meal and all, a little pizza couldn’t hurt. Her hand glided over the table, almost touching the pan, but her lover yanked it away with a sly smirk.

“Not so fast. After all this diet talk, first, you need to do something for me… ”