Lucky's buffet

chapter 5

After that, it only seemed like she accelerated. It may have actually taken another hour to finish the rest of her impossibly titanic meal, but it seemed like moments of a gluttonous haze, in which she just shoved more and more food into her ever-expanding stomach, even after I had to clean my side of the table so that her belly wouldn't get soiled by my meal. As an aside, she was strangely fastidious about keeping herself clean. Not a speck of the meal ended up on her clothes or skin. That may have had more to do with wanting to get as much of it inside her stomach as possible, but either way, if it weren't for her size, there would be little sign of the meal she had just devoured.

I was dumbstruck as well by the sheer pleasure she took out of it, even as it seemed like she had hit a machinistic level of regularity in her eating pattern. Hand lowered to the plate, fork through or under a pile of food, hand raised to her mouth, bite down on the food, instant shot of pleasure through her cherubic face. And this went on for so long, for so much food, that I couldn't believe my own eyes.

After it was over, I still couldn't believe my eyes. An entire pizza gone, as well as 4 serving platters of other food. And her belly was now reaching across the table, presenting a globe of pale, creamy flesh that I ached to touch and rub. Being a gentleman of the highest honor, I of course... never mind, this would be a horrible lie, and certainly skip the best part. I touched the hell out of that amazing belly, letting my hands run over it, around it, under it, over it. The other patrons were starting to look of course, but I didn't care; I had the most gluttonous, the most beautiful woman possible in front of me. I wasn't about to let the opportunity pass.

I got out of the booth and went to the other side of her belly. "Care to go somewhere more private?" I asked, as I let my hands explore her immense belly.

"Hell no! I'm still hungry!" She said. "If you want to keep touching me, you had better get more food." I let go of her instantly and ran to the buffet table. I picked up a cake (an entire cake mind you) and a tub of corn pudding drenched in home made butter, and brought them back to Andrea. "Thank you." She said politely, and then dug in. I didn't stop there of course. I went back the buffet and grabbed as much as I could carry for several trips.

I've never figured out why no one tried to stop me; perhaps the staff was just too enamored by the spectacle unfolding before them. But either way, I carted at least half of the buffet to within her arms reach, as her belly just grew and grew. And of course, right then she decided that she was full. I gave her the most venomous look I could muster- which admittedly wasn't much, considering the heaven I'd been for an hour or two- but then something extraordinary happened. Her stomach began to shrink. I rubbed my eyes at least three times, but it continued to happen.

And at the same time, she began to grow. She was gaining weight literally before my eyes, expanding from plump to fat. Her arms were now as wide as her thighs had been, and her thighs were as wide as her waist had been. Her waist... She had to weigh at least 400 pounds now. Her belly hung over the tattered remnants of her shorts in two gigantic rolls, and fell down over her knees. Her breasts, fitting somehow in her bra, rested heavily atop said belly, like plump watermelons that were soft enough to touch.

However, the first thing to be noticed about her new size, was that her stomach was no longer swollen with food. Which meant... GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR. Her stomach growled like an enraged tiger, and I quickly leapt to the scene and pushed food into her hands, which she then proceeded to stuff into her face. Once I was sure that at least twice as much food as she had eaten before was within her arms reach, I crawled over the table and joined her on her side. I gave her a pleading glance, and said "May I?" My hands were poised over her newly corpulent form.