Chapter 1 - Anticipation ch4

"I like to watch women overeat, not just get full but eat until it hurts. It just turns me on to watch a girl continue to put food to her lips even she is really uncomfortable. Some girls really enjoy it and you can see the satisfaction on their faces as they go through the whole process. I don't understand why it turns me on but it does, a lot. It might seem really gross and disgusting to you but its more about watching the transformation for me. I like seeing a small skinny girl keep eating until her belly sticks out from all sides and takes up most of her body. I like seeing their faces when they are finished eating you can see the satisfaction but also the pain and drowsiness in their eyes. You would be surprised but some of the smallest girls are the best eaters. I like watching the skinny girls eat you can really see the contrast from beginning to end with them. The gluttony of the act speaks to me the most. I wish I didn't like this kind of stuff but I do and I have to accept that."

I sat there mesmerized by what he was saying. Here he was giving me all these intimate details about his own fetish. I could tell it was cathartic for him to get it out but I still had some questions.

"What about the fat women?" I asked coldly.

"Again it's about the gluttony. I am not that attracted to the fat as I am attracted to the fact that a fat woman will shove food in her mouth even though she knows it will make her fatter. I like the carelessness of it. Also sometimes sex with a fat girl can be very good." He responded

Still not satisfied I pressed on with the questions. "What about me? Why would you date me, I am skinny and I can't eat a lot?"

He gave me a look like I was stupid and said "I date you......because I like you. I would never expect you to do any of this stuff. My fetish doesn't need to get brought into our lives it's for my own enjoyment. And before you ask yes, I am attracted to you even though you are skinny, very much in fact."

Finally satisfied I got into the conversation. "I am sorry you never get to see me like that I just honestly can't eat that much I have a small stomach." I said sympathetically. That was when I noticed the guilty look that had come across his face. "What?" I barked. "Well you know that barbeque we went to where we hooked up for the first time? You kind of a lot that day and your belly was sticking out really nicely." He said impishly. "Oh my god, you little *** is that why you were rubbing my belly so much in the pool house?" I snapped. "Umm.....sorry it was too much to resist, you had such a cute little gut that day."

I couldn't believe it when I heard it. I hate that word with a passion and I just learned that one of the reasons Luke had sex with me was because he thought I had a big gut. He could tell the rage was boiling inside of me and it was obvious he had taken this conversation too far. His eyes widened as he tried to back track telling me "It wasn't that big it just stuck out a little bit. I thought you were hot way before that." "This conversation is OVER find something on TV for us to watch." I barked at him.

Over the next few weeks I stewed over that "gut" comment. Luke seemed more comfortable about his fetish since our talk so I felt like it was ok to give him crap about telling me I had a gut. Whenever I would change my cloths I would stick out my belly and say with an attitude "Hey Luciano, how is the GUT doing today?" Or after dinner I would pull up my shirt, make a distorted face and say "Yeah.....look at that gut.....yeah." I was relentless with my harassment. This went on for weeks. Eventually Luke started to get irritated. One night Luke decided to lay down the gauntlet on my smart ass. "So...you think your real slick huh?" he asked. "Yup"I responded sassily. "When then I have a little bet for you." He told me. Luke's bet was simple but very devious. It was aimed right at the thirteen year old girl inside of me. He bet me that I couldn't eat an entire large pizza. If I lost I had to stop busting his balls about the gut comment. If I won he would buy me tickets to the Lady Gaga concert two months from now.

Yeah I am that girl. I know it's a little embarrassing but I love her and have wanted to see her for years. Do you see now the devious part I was talking about?

So the challenge was put in front of me. I could have said no. I could have explained that I am just not into this fetish. I could have done anything to get out of this but in the end I accepted. Just as I was about to ask when this little challenge would go on the obvious happened. I heard the doorbell ring. "Right now?" I said with desperation as fear coursed through me. "Yup" Luke responded with an evil smile.

With my eyes bugging out of my head I sat down on the couch as Luke placed the gigantic pizza down in front of me. I was actually kind of lucky that all this took place after I was already showered and in my comfy tank top and shorts. As my heart pounded and my palms sweated I brought the first slice to my pouty lips. "At least you didn't get mushrooms" I quipped as I shoved the first slice in my mouth. I crammed bite after bite of greasy pizza in my mouth. A few slices in I could start to feel the food go down my throat to my ballooning belly. Somehow I managed to get down six slices before I had to stop. My tummy had grown so swollen that my tank top had ridden up to my belly button. Below that my belly was pushing down on my shorts forming a long U shape. "Oof,urp...you win...burp" I gurgled to Luke as I lay back on the couch rubbing my distended belly. That was when I noticed Luke go to his bag to get something. There was set of something shiny in his hand. It struck me, he already HAD the tickets.

"Lift up your shirt." He said as he walked over to me. As I pulled my tank top up to my chest I could feel the tickets land on my belly. I thought for a second Luke was letting me off the hook. He wasn't. He was taunting me, telling me how the concert was only two measly slices away. Not able to really speak I just looked up and kind of groaned at him. That was when he took the tickets back and went off to take a shower.

After a minute or two of sitting and staring at the pizza something clicked inside of me. I wasn't scared anymore and I wanted my prize. Sitting down was starting to feel uncomfortable. So using my elbows as props I somehow managed to stand myself up. When I looked down all I could see was the expanse of my belly. Feeling constricted I took off my shorts and tank top. In just my underwear I grabbed the box and walked the remaining pizza to the kitchen counter. Leaning on the counter with my belly hanging down was the only way I was able to start eating again. Every bite felt like it weighed a thousand pounds as it made its way to my stomach. Mouthful after gooey cheesy mouthful I kept eating. By the last bite I felt almost drunk. The earlier slices had made their way to my lower belly and begun pushing my panties down. I felt like my sides were literally going to split apart at any moment. Eating that last bite really made me happy. This weird sense of accomplishment came over me.

As soon as that last bite was swallowed I marched.....ok waddled over to bathroom as Luke was drying off. When I opened the door the look on his face was priceless. The sight of me in my bra and panties with a big engorged belly must have made him nuts. I didn't care though I had come for my prize. "I want my goddam tickets....urp." I gurgled at him. "They are right over there." He said sheepishly bewildered. So I grabbed my tickets and waddled my bulging self-back to the couch to digest. That was when the worst belly ache I have ever gotten started. It hurt so bad, I felt like the pizza was punching its self out of me. Right when I thought I was going to vomit, Luke came over to me. He felt really bad I was in such pain and wanted to help. He made me lay on his lap so he could massage my stomach. In my condition I couldn't really argue with him.

My sides hurt the most so Luke massaged them first. His hands went up down my sides, he was careful not to use too much pressure. He then moved up to my upper belly, moving his hands in small circular motions around my stomach and rib cage. After about fifteen minutes of this my pain had mostly subsided and all I could feel was the heft of the meal sitting in my belly. I started to feel good, really good. Luke continued to massage the damage. He began to work his hands lower and lower until he reached the bottom of my lower belly. I looked up at him with drowsy but sensual eyes as he slide his fingers down the front of my panties and into me. Luke was very gentle during this and continued until I came. I never thought I could feel so good after eating so much. I fell asleep on the couch in his arms that night feeling satisfied and content.