Chapter 2

She leaned back and closed her eyes, still filling her mouth with chips and dip, still fondling her enormous fat belly. If she could have seen herself honestly, truthfully, she would have seen a knock-out, but she never could. She was short, with curly dark hair that invited your hands to get lost in it, big, dark eyes that were always chuckling at something private, but gentle. Her cheeks were round and full, her chins soft and enticing, melting into her pudgy neck, which itself became softly padded shoulders. Her breasts were a work of art, perched atop her belly, round, vivacious, with big nipples that were often erect when she ate. From under them, her belly arched outwards as if reaching for something, high and round, cascading downwards to flare out above her hips and then fold over, hanging down in a soft, pillowy mass. This was where her hands wandered when she wasn’t thinking about it, and many’s the time strangers noticed her in a restaurant or market, fondling her swaying lower belly.

Her ass was two gigantic balls of jiggling, dimpled, womanly flesh, dancing as she moved, winking at all who looked, beckoning them to touch it. And it sat above thick, dimpled, rolling thighs, each the diameter of a large pizza, an analogy she would have loved had she thought of it.

But as she leaned back in her chair, playing with her belly and eating chips, she had no idea these were the kinds of thoughts she inspired in some people, including Anthony. He was assembling the heroes for her, melting the cheese over the eggplant, musing on her beauty, when he decided to go over there himself to deliver the whole order. At 11 am, the need for him at the store would be minimal anyway, and he wouldn’t be away long.

Her hand searched in the bag for a chip, rustling around, finding none. She pulled her hand out, startled that the bag was empty, and she tossed it onto the couch, then clipping the cover onto the dip. She licked her fingers thoroughly, catching every crumb of chip, every bit of grease, and wondered what to do until the order arrived. Looking at the clock, she reckoned that it would be another ten minutes before anyone could get there, and wondered what she’d do while she was waiting. Without thinking, she opened the dip, and started taking up fingersful and sucking on them. As she did this for a while, her speed increased, and she got smudges of dip on her cheeks and hands. But she kept eating.

The doorbell rang, startling her out of her trance. She heaved herself up heavily, dip in hand, and went to the door. When she opened it, she gave a little gasp. ‘Oh! Anthony! I didn’t think you’d deliver my order yourself…please, come in.’ He blushed slightly and searched for the right words. ‘Thank you. Our delivery kid was out, and I didn’t want to make you wait, so I thought I’d pop it over myself. Besides, it’s always a pleasure to see you,’ he said, looking directly into her eyes and smiling widely.

‘Please, come in, you can set the bags on the table here. Can I offer you a cup of coffee or anything?’ ‘I really shouldn’t stay,’ he replied, ‘but I wonder if you could taste the baked things, as long as I’m here?’ She tried to figure out what was really going on, but since she had no idea, she thought she might as well wait and see. ‘Sure, I’d love to,’ she smiled.

He opened one of the bags and brought out two boxes and a large foil container. ‘You didn’t have to bring me family sized portions just to test them, Anthony. I know I eat like an entire family,’ she looked away shyly, ‘but I can tell you what I think from a bite or two.’ ‘For now, that will be fine,’ he said, ‘but I’d be grateful if you’d actually eat whole portions—even more would be better—so you can see how the tastes develop over time, if anything becomes overwhelming or tiresome, and so on.’ He wondered if she had any idea what nonsense he was babbling. He had absolute confidence in his baking, since it was his original love and he was very well-trained. But he found the thought of her eating a cake he’d made for her so arousing, he couldn’t help making excuses for it, and he knew he’d have to think up more soon.

She was watching the thoughts and feelings flit across his face without having any idea what they were, and she wondered again what was going on.

Opening the first box, he took out a cannoli and leaned over to offer it directly to her mouth. She took a bite and moaned with pleasure. ‘I just made the shells this morning, and filled them just before I left. This is the first secret to a good cannoli. But what do you think of the filling?’ He held his breath, nervous now for the first time. ‘It is heavenly… can I have another bite?’ He reached over and offered her a bite, brushing her cheek with his hand. Before he could pull his hand away, she grabbed it and hungrily devoured the rest of the cannoli. While he was thrilled, and getting very aroused, he was worried she might suspect something. But she was lost again. ‘I need to sit down, do you mind? But I don’t want to stop eating these cannoli—they are glorious…’ ‘You can have as many as you like, cara, you know I love to see you eat my food. But don’t get filled up, because there’s still cake and tiramisu—and heroes, of course!’