chapter 2

That did not go well, she thought, as she made her way back across the restaurant. From the relative safety of the waitresses' station, she watched the Apple and the Pear go back for seconds, then thirds. Fortunately for her, a busboy came to clear the plethora of plates that littered their table. She didn't have the nerve to go back over there just yet. She was pleased to see that they were making use of the additional pitcher of tea she had brought them. They ate so much so quickly that she was awestruck. Allison had to refill the rib station twice. When they returned from the buffet with their fourth gigantic helping of ribs, Claire brought a replacement pitcher over to them.

"Are you boys going to go all night?" she joked. "It's about closing time."

"No, we're about to go hit up the ice cream parlor across the street," said the Pear.

"They stare at us there too," added the Apple and he giggled with his friend.

"I wasn't staring," Claire protested.

"Sure."

"Yeah, sure you weren't."

"I wasn't, I swear," she said, placing their bill on the table and turning to sulk away.

When she returned to bus their table and collect their check, she noticed that they had left her a twenty dollar tip. That was odd. She also saw that one of the two hotties had written a note on their receipt. It said, "We'll be back to mess with you some more soon!"

Sure enough, they returned the following Thursday around the same time late in the evening. As they had before, they decimated what was left on the buffet. Claire attempted to nervously flirt with them again, with greater success. She even made them laugh on purpose this time.

She would dream at night of fondling the Apple's soft, pillow-like stomach and groping the Pear's fantastically fat ***. She entertained wild sexual fantasies about being squished firmly in the middle of an Apple and Pear sandwich. She thought of what a threesome might be like for the first time in her life. After three weeks, she was happy to learn that the Apple's real name was Jason and the Pear's was Kyle.

The guys were roommates in an apartment down the street from the restaurant. They were both attending the same school as Claire, although she had never seen them before, and they were both majoring in business. The thought of these two huge, sexy pieces of ass in business suits was majorly titillating. She was delighted that they both had wonderful personalities to match their amazing physiques, and the conversation flowed freely each time they had their Thursday night rib rendezvous.

The most incredible thing about her new found friends was Jason and Kyle's exploding waistlines. She watched with awed fascination as they both ballooned before her very eyes. They probably had piled on 50 pounds between the two of them since she had started working at the Big Red Barn. Claire practically salivated while imagining of the new purple stretch marks that were surely popping up on the fattened flesh hidden beneath their straining clothing. This went on for another couple of weeks before they finally invited her to accompany them to the ice cream parlor when she got off of work. She thought they would never ask.

More to come....