Stay With Me

Chapter 1

She was nothing short of amazing. Never before in my life had I met anyone so thoroughly greedy, so completely focused on self-indulgence and shameless gorging. I couldn't take my eyes off of her, watching her as she stuffed herself with everything in sight. It was like I was watching someone lose control of themselves, and part of me felt like I should step in and say something, to try and intervene-but I couldn't.

I was absolutely mesmerized as she packed away endless burgers, hot dogs, sausage links, and chicken wings. The way she stuffed fistfuls of potato chips into her mouth, big heaping spoonfuls of ice cream, and slice after slice of blueberry pie-I couldn't help but wonder to myself: just where does she put it all?

Only it was plain to see where it was all going.

Her belly was getting huge, growing bigger and rounder with each passing moment.

To be certain, her belly was already quite big. It was part of what had attracted me to her in the first place.

My name is Miles Burston. I'm twenty-eight years old, and I am absolutely in love with a young woman named Eleni. We'd only been dating for a few months at this point, but Eleni had invited me to come to a family barbecue. It was the first time that I was meeting any of her relatives, and I was more than a hair nervous.

She did her best to put me at ease.

"I have to warn you," she said to me as we were getting ready to head over to her aunt's house for the festivities, "my family and I, we're all a bunch of fatties; we really like to chow down!"

"Is that all I have to be worried about?" I said with a nervous chuckle.

"What else could you possibly have to be concerned about?" she said, gently putting a hand on my arm.

"Oh, I don't know," I said. "Maybe the fact that I am meeting your family for the first time, and they could totally think I'm a jerk, or that I'm no good for you."

"Don't be ridiculous," she assured me. "My family is going to love you."

Eleni and I had met through mutual friends. I saw her out and about while socializing with some of my old college pals. Instantly, I was taken aback by her gorgeous brown eyes, her warm smile, her golden tanned skin that seemed to glow under the tavern lights. Her long locks of soft curls framed her pudgy face perfectly, making her look as though she were a goddess in some painting done by one of the old masters.

I was beyond smitten.

It was the thickness of her thighs though, the fullness of her belly, the width of her hips and the way that they swayed from side to side as she sauntered about the room-that's what really hooked me in.

I'd never been much of a player when it came to wrangling the ladies, but I knew that I had to ask her out.

"Who is that?" I asked my friend Roger. "She is amazing!"

Roger told me what her name was, saying that he used to work with her in one of the administrative offices on campus. "I think she was an art major," he told me. "She's pretty cool... You know, Miles, you two would totally get along really well."

That was it. My mind was made up.

I had to be with her.

At least, I knew that I had to try.

That was months ago. Eventually, I did ask her out, and the two of us started spending lots of time together. I still remember our first date like it was yesterday. I brought her to this Italian restaurant downtown. It was a hot and sticky summer night, and the two of us sat on the patio in the back of the place. It was kind of crowded, but it didn't matter.

To me, Eleni and I were the only two people in the world at that moment.


This was the first time I got a firsthand look at Eleni's enormous appetite. She ate like an absolute champion, putting away course after massive course, shoveling in forkfuls as if she were trying to put out a fire inside of her. People around us started to stare, but she didn't seem to care, and neither did I.

It was, after all, just the two of us that night.

Later that evening, we found a nice quiet place down by the river to sit and talk as we watched the sun set over the city skyline. We talked and laughed, connecting with one another as if it all had been meant to be, and we shared our first kiss as I massaged her swollen belly.

It was a beautiful night-and it was only the beginning.