chapter 2

As the waiter returned, he brought Lauren's two pizzas. "No wonder she's so fat." she could hear the guy whisper. Lauren took the first slice to her mouth and slowly bit into the greasy dough. It was delicious. Slice by slice she ate the first pizza. She saw the couple getting their order and leaving the pizza place, the girl giving Lauren an odd look, it was almost as if she was curious. She wondered what the girl really thought. Maybe she was a secret fatty as well. Lauren dug into her second pizza, and she could feel the gaze of the waiter again. After she finished half of the pizza she had to take a rest. She moved the chair back slightly to make more room and leaned back. Her fat belly was felt very tight but still jiggly. She gasped for air, and patted it, before she took another bite of the next slice. She could see the waiter on the other side of the room.
"Excuse me.", she said. He came over immediately.
"Yes, how can I help."
"Excuse me, well, how should I put it..." He had a quizzed look on his face.
"Is anything wrong with the order?" "No, no, not at all. I'm just wondering whether... whether you could help me?"
He looked even more puzzled but also intrigued. "Yes, sure, what can I do?"
"Can you... feed me the remaining slices?"
"Of course!"
He took a chair and sat down next to her. He took a slice and slowly moved it to her mouth. He was good, she thought. She greedily chewed the pizza. The pepperoni pizza was even greasier than the first one. She licked her lips. Another slice, then the third. She gasped for air. There was still half a pizza left, but she would not give up. "A break... just a moment" she gasped. "It's so good... but... I'm so full." She was breathing heavily, but she enjoyed this too much.
"Would you mind rubbing my stomach for a bit?"
"Oh, I would love to", he replied. He pulled up his sleeves and put his hands on her bulging belly. She could feel his fingers dig into her fat and slowly massaging it, like a big ball of pizza dough. Her shirt had now exposed her full belly. He ran his fingers between her rolls and played with her deep belly button. Then he took the next slice and fed it to her. Intermediating between slices and belly rubs she finished the remainder of the pizza. He had a big grin on his face. "Good girl, now would you like some dessert? It's on the house." "Yes" she gasped for air, barely being able to say a word. He went up to the counter and soon returned with a plate of tiramisu. Spoon by spoon he fed her the bitter sweet dish. "Oh... god... I'm... so full... Thank you. This... was... am...a..zing." "Sure, it's all for our biggest customer. All these months you've been coming here and have been getting fatter and fatter. Now look at you", he lifted her belly, "with that big, fat belly of yours, I feel like I have some responsibility to keep up the expectations." She could feel getting wet. "Now, my big butter ball, you should have the last spoon of tiramisu." He put his hand on her belly and put the spoon into her mouth. She chewed obediently and as he dug both of his hands into her fat she couldn't contain herself any longer and let out a loud moan.

The light rays coming from the window woke her up. Dazzled and confused she opened her eyes. Her right hand was on her tummy, which was much smaller than in her dream. She was still the chubby girl she remembered, much smaller than in her dream. Her left hand was between her legs, and she could feel how wet she was. It was time to get up, and she knew what she had to do.