Lucky's buffet

chapter 6

She nodded in between bites of fried chicken, and I began to run my hands all over her, starting with her growing belly of course. As she started on her third platter of food, her gut had already begun to press against the table. I moved from her belly to her soft breasts, which were easily an F or a G cup at this point. Then I rubbed her fat shoulders, and traveled down to her sides. All the while feeling soft, pliable, doughy flesh yield beneath my fingers. Her thighs were a slightly different matter. The fat there was a little stiffer, but no less delightful as it wobbled all the same, a cascade of shimmering fat.

She was on her 15th platter by the time I had returned to her belly. By now, it essentially was the table. The sheer weight of food she had consumed had bent the table beneath it, and her belly filled the space between the two benches. It was now a race to see whether it would sag and touch the ground, or whether it would expand outward enough to rest on the bench opposite her. She chowed down, on seemingly endless food as her belly grew all the while.

Finally, she seemed to have had her fill. Her immense gut had truly filled up the space between the benches now; the table had been crumpled aside long since, and I was stuck between my seat and her belly. Not that I minded of course; I had been using the opportunity well, and my hands had not left her flesh for over an hour. However, looking across her breasts, I saw plenty of food remaining.

"Sure you can't finish the rest?" I said, joking of course. She looked at me, and shook her head.

"Of course I can." My jaw truly did drop at that point. Once again, her belly started to shrink. However, her growth was more immediately apparent. Her belly rolls grew rolls, and her thighs turned into dimpled redwood trunks, albeit very pale ones. Her breasts outgrew any cup size I could imagine, and her upper arms engulfed her elbows. But then she kept growing. She quickly became almost unrecognizable as a human, except for her fatty arms and enormous breasts, as her blob- like body filled the booth and began to overflow it.

As soon as she stopped growing, at at least several thousand pounds, I dove into her cleavage, having the time of my life as she gorged herself yet again.





Well, actually, very little of that happened. I did take her to Lucky's and she did gorge herself beyond my expectations. I discovered that she was actually a very undernourished child when she was young, and only once she had friends whose families fed her did she blossom into the glutton I met in high school, to say nothing of the lady I am proud to call my wife today.
She sits on my couch right now, an angel of gluttony that hasn't really stopped eating until this day. Her size? I don't think it really matters, because she hasn't stopped growing, and I don't think she plans to as long as her mouth is full, and I'm here to keep her from being lonely.