Chapter 2

“Wow” I replied. “That is quite a story Bobbie Jo. I have to admire you for making the

decision to leave and actually doing it.” Bobbie Jo giggled and blushed, “Matt that is really sweet of you to say that, thanks!” She gave me a little peck on the cheek.

The thought of Bobby Jo’s figure with another forty pounds really turned me on. She did not disappoint me either. Bobby Jo continued to over eat. She loved it when a customer barely touched there meal, Bobby Jo would finish it herself. She loved the home made donuts I m ade and usually ate three or four every morning. I notice the larger uniform getting tighter too!

After our shift I gave Bobby Jo a ride to the Wal-Mart in the county seat forty miles away. It was her first pay check and she needed to get some clothes and other necessities.

She came back to the car with a large bag of clothes, lingerie and a couple of bikini bathing suits. She looked at my surprise at the large shopping bag. “Matt I left with just about the clothes on my back.” She said.

Since the motel/restaurant was so far from town, I lived there too. It was both our days off. I was sitting by the pool relaxing when Bobby Jo came into the enclosure wearing her new bikini. I was in awe! She had an adorable little (for now) pot belly, plump boobs, round thighs and a soft bubble butt. She looked fantastic and so hot!

She saw me staring and spun around, showing off her now plumper body. “Matt, you look like you like what you see!” she giggled. “Your good cooking is showing on my figure!”

I thought I would lose it with that comment. “Bobby Jo, you look great! You have an awesome body!” I thought to myself, “I am telling the truth, I want her body to become even more “awesome”.

The next couple of weeks were really busy for us. We had a lot of people stop in, tourist on their way through, plus a lot of local families treating themselves to a supper out. I was so busy cooking, that I did not notice how much Bobby Jo was eating. She was stuffing herself. If there were any obviously untouched plates, Bobby Jo ate them. She always had our largest burger for her meal with chili-cheese fries and a chocolate shake. She got a larger uniform from the owner’s wife. Bobby Jo was also doing well in tips. She was befriending many of the farm/ranch wives who came to eat on the way to or from town. When she first arrived many of the wives were suspicious of Bobby Jo, because of her then, slim figure. But as Bobby Jo got plumper, the other women let down their guards and started to chat with her.

We finally got a day off. I was out by the pool early before the afternoon check-ins. Bobby Jo came into the enclosure and into my wildest fantasies! She looked so hot! She had gained nearly twenty pounds stuffing herself the past two weeks. Her bikini panty cut into her much fatter waist creating a three inch roll of love handles bulging over the waist band of the panty. Her thighs were much plumper, perfectly round and soft showing a nice roll of fat where the leg openings cut into them. Her bottom was desperately trying to escape her panty showing a three inch roll. Her belly was to die for! It bulged out past her plumper boobs, a nice round, soft, orb, bouncing up and down as she walked ( I did detect a sight waddle!) toward me. I had to cover my groin area my reaction to Bobby Jo’s figure was that intense. She immediately knew how I felt, as I blushed too.

“Hi Matt”, she giggled. “Look what your great cooking has done to my figure! I am getting fat!” She slapped her belly making it jiggle. That was all I good take. I got up and went right up to her, wrapped my arms around her and kissed her hard on the lips while kneading her round, fat little bottom! “Bobby Jo, you are so hot! I want you right now!” Bobby Jo looked up at me. She pressed her pot belly up against me and said, “Finally Matt, I have your attention! Take me big boy!” We hustled to my room as fast as Bobby Jo’s plump little body could move and made love, darn nearly all day! We finally came up for air, got dressed and went down to the diner for a bight to eat. Much to my delight Bobby Jo stuffed herself! She ate a double cheese burger, chili/cheese fries, two chocolate shakes and a large ice cream sundae! I thought she was either going to be sick or burst! She slouched in the chair, her bloated, bulging belly sticking out, lifting her t-shirt up. She looked up at me with a sultry look, “Help me up, Matt I think I need some more exercise!” Well I am not stupid! I got her up and helped her (really) waddle to my room for a fantastic night!

Now of course, Bobby Jo and I were quite an item. She continued to stuff herself any chance she had. She loved to come into the kitchen with any excuse and deliberately bump into me, pressing her belly or bottom into me.

As the pounds piled on Bobby Jo’s petite figure the more popular she became. She would press her belly up against some of our male patrons. She had a sixth sense when it came to who liked chubby girls. She would rest her belly on the counter sometimes telling our female customers that she was getting so fat working here.

Bobby Jo’s belly continued to grow. It was to the point that I was worried she might be pregnant. On our next day off I took her to the local doctor of a checkup. I nervously waited.