Chapter 2 - more than a little full

'That's my girl' whispers your other half before adding 'Same for me' in a louder voice. The waitress leaves scribbling on her notepad muttering something that vaguely sounds like 'Nutters'.
As you near the end of your milkshake your pancakes arrive and you quickly demolished the fluffy disks of heaven, despite them being the same size as the plate.
'Did those even touch the sides?' jokes your impressed partner as he continues to eat his own pancakes at a more civilised speed.
You notice he is already slowing, you doubt he will make it more than half way through the steak. He really should have learnt by now not to try and match your eating, but you know he does it as an encouragement, and you can't help but be a little bit chuffed at out eating one of the hungriest men you know. Most men would be emasculated having a woman run culinary rings around them, but oh no not him, he's severely turned on by just how much you can eat! He knows all too well how it's going to affect you. All those extra pounds sitting on your hips, stomach and bust weren't there when you first met him. It's not just because of him, it would have happened anyway, he just helped made the gain...well lets just say, a lot more fun.
He ploughs on through the 4 huge pancakes and the 6 pieces of bacon but doesn't even reach the half way point on the steak before he has to stop looking slightly green. Yet your still munch onwards. You enjoy every bite of your perfectly cooked steak, your stomach feels heavy in your lap as it fills and stretches, the button on your trousers starts to dig in so you unbutton it much to your partners delight.
'If we weren't in public right now, my hand would be down your trousers, doing very...interesting things to you' he whispers hotly in your ear. After that the food disappears in double time.
After you swallow the last of your own food you feel no compunction about finishing off the rest of your partners steak despite the raised eyebrows of your fellow diners.
Wiping your mouth clean of steak residue, you can't help but wonder if you are going to pop. It's just as well you left the booth, your stomach now sticking out quite noticeably from the waistband of your trousers feels vast in front of you , you would never have gotten out of that seat ever again, maybe your stomach would have even uprooted the table from the bolts holding it to the floor. You blush at the thought of the table toppling to the floor with a loud clang as your ever expanding stomach pushes it over the brink.
'What's for pudding?' asks your other half as you slide off your stool with a soft thud. He spreads his hand across your stomach, the skin tingles you are so full, yet you still want to be fuller. Though perhaps this time it's not food you crave.
'I am, get the cheque'
A few minutes later you leave the diner with a feeling of accomplishment as you sashay through the room, your voluptuous bottom jiggling to the beat of your footsteps. Your other half ever the gentleman opens the door for you brushing a hand across your stomach as you pass.
It was going to be a good night.