Chapter 2 - part 1

Quickly. Voraciously. The juicy burger dripped down my chin, the fries were salty and covered in ketchup. I saved most of the fries for last but I felt like I would explode for sure! To the right of the chips there was a decent sized serving of a delicious looking pasta side dish. I dip the chips into its sauce and savour its flavour. When I ran out of chips I start on the pasta without even thinking.

I start to feel hot. Sweaty. Perspiring slightly.

I strip my top down to my bathing suit and ate it all. ALL. Right now I look like I swallowed a beach ball. My tummy is tight. I have never been so stuffed before in my whole life! This has got to stop!

Barbecued chicken, corn on the cob and potato salad. The waitress just keeps it coming. She tells me I'm a good customer. I swear her friendly grin gets wider with every dish she brings me to eat. The other wait staff never approach me. She doesn't appear to be serving anyone else either. I'm HER customer, and she's MY waitress. She looks me in the eyes as I swallow a large forkful of pie. If I didn't know any better I'd have said the look on her face was nothing short of pure unbridled lust. She smiles knowingly and licks her lips at me. I slowly push another forkful past my lips and I swear I see the desire in her eyes intensify. I blush knowing my nipples have suddenly become rock hard beneath my bathing suit. I'm relieved that the restaurant is now mostly empty and no one else seems to be paying any attention to my relentless gorging.

Stuff stuff stuff. Eat eat eat. I've never binged quite like this before. Dare I go on? A large pepper steak with mushrooms and cheese. It was hot, juicy and good. Barely conscious of my actions. Completely automatic. Extra gravy? Yes please! Slurp. Hic. Stuff. My vision faded as I swooned. My habits were set now. My god my god my god...what am I doing? I will explode. The apple pies were sweet and sugary when I got to them. I was soooo stuffed. I hiccupped and breathed heavily. Was it my imagination or was it starting to get dark outside already? Surely not! I did not just spend an entire day eating!

Did I? ...

I look at the tables upon tables of empty plates in front of me and let out a short guilty laugh, just a single punctuated 'Ha' whilst blushing profusely. No wonder my breathing is heavy. The fat and calorie content had to be astronomical. The burgers alone were well over a thousand calories! Oh my god. I just stared down at my stuffed belly. Thank god for my stretchy bathing suit. It was tight around my full-full belly. I fell back and lay still for quite some time, uncomfortable, I rest my hand on my large stomach groaning softly, contentedly, my eyes feel heavy, I let them close.

I begin to snooze lightly.

My mind begins to dream. It's so vivid it takes me moment to even realise it is a dream despite its absurdness. I'm dreaming about my waitress. She is standing in front of me where I sit wearing what looks like a Halloween costume, a sexy devil outfit with little red horns and a tail. I'm still sitting in my chair, my hair which I've dyed blond for years is now pink, just like I had it back when I was fifteen. I look down and my body is different too. I'm much smaller, and I'm wearing my old school uniform. I feel like a little girl again.

She offers me a plate of cookies. I take one. It is gooey and moist and oh so delicious. Chocolate chip. So good. Like a greedy girl I take another, and another, gobbling them all down, grinning between each bite. I can't seem to stop eating even in my dreams. I get nice and full. I feel a little too full as I pick up the last one, but I eat it any way. I swallow it in one big delicious gulp but splutter as it doesn't go all the way down. I swallow again and clutch my belly as I feel the last cookie get halfway down to my stomach before seemingly getting stuck. Suddenly my little stomach feels extremely full as the cookie slowly crams its way inside. I moan and rubbing my full little belly. Packed in tight. The fullness seems to be getting worse it just won't let up.

Suddenly I feel my uniform tighten around me! I gasp, my little body isn't so little anymore. I've plumped up to fill my uniform to bursting point! A button has popped off my top exposing my navel. My belly and love handles are hanging over my tight skirt. A thick roll of flab bulges out all the way around no longer covered by my inadequate top. My breasts have grown too, my previously flat chest is now supporting two big womanly bosoms, also straining the buttons of my top.

My waitress leans forward and rests her hands on my thighs. My plump round thighs. She is so much taller than me. Her impressive cleavage is right in my face. My heart is racing. I look up into her eyes, a beautiful shade of blue/green. She flashes me a devilish smile and gives my fat juicy thighs a hard squeeze. Her slender fingers dig sharply into my softness. She clucks her tongue disapprovingly and frowns.

"My, my! What a greedy little girl you've been!" she tuts. She pokes me in the belly with a plastic pitchfork and I let out an involuntary burp. My face reddens, my plump little hand covering my mouth. She slips the pitchfork under one of my love handles and gives it a little jiggle. My jaw slowly goes slack in disbelief. I feel so intimidated.

"Well I guess you better wash them down," she says in a patronizing manner as she pours me a glass of milk. My mouth is dry and my throat still uncomfortable from the difficult swallow so I accept the milk.

"Drink up tubby!" she mocks as I gulp it down.

As I get to the last swallow a seam on my tight skirt bursts apart and the fat of my plump juicy thighs becomes exposed all the way up my side to my taught underwear.

"Look at all this disgusting fat! You little glutton!" she pokes my belly with her pitchfork like she's gauging it's size... Or maybe its capacity. I shiver with each poke.

She shakes her head and pulls out a huge pink dress. It's so wide against her slender body it looks ridiculous.

"Better cover that blubber Miss Piggy," she says screwing up her nose as she tosses the pink fabric at me.

I gasp as in a blink of an eye I'm suddenly wearing the dress. It's quite pretty with a frilly hem and sleeves but I'm mortified to find that across the front, the words "I'm a little piggy!" are written in bold rounded lettering, and evenly spaced over the rest of the fabric are little cupcakes, hot dogs, and the words OINK OINK! in rounded balloon like lettering. How humiliating!

I blush with heavy embarrassment as my waitress tries to zip up the back of the dress with difficulty. She roughly yanks at the zipper jolting me around. She grunts from exertion like she's losing the battle. My young little body feels like it's having the life squeezed out of it by the dress.

"Well suck it in fatso!" she complains.

Embarrassed, I do my best to oblige and suck in my gut. The zipper suddenly gets over the last bulge of my back fat and makes it all the way to the top.

"Phew! Much better!" she says wiping her forehead with the back of her hand.

I relax my stomach muscles and the seams of the dress let out a long slow creak. Looking down I get a slight shock when I see just how big I look now. Oh no! I appear to have gotten even fatter! I'm not just fat, I'm a total porker! The dress is huge and bursting at the seams with my fat. It creaks and groans with every breath. and every slight movement I dare to make threatens to pop a thread. It feels like my blubber is actively trying to escape its restrictive confines.

"Wow, just look at you!" she says as she walks around my girth, poking me every so often with her pitchfork.

"Yes there's a lot of you isn't there. *** you must be one hungry girl!" she laughs mockingly.

As if on cue, my big belly lets out a hungry gurgling sound loud enough to be heard over her laughter.

She stands opposite me, one hand on her narrow hips and the other gently swinging her costume's devil tail with a knowing smirk on her face.

"Oh my, it's going to take some work to fill up a girl as big as you! But don't worry porky, lucky for you I'm good at my job. I think *this* should be enough food to fill up anyone, even you!" she gestures with her pitchfork towards a huge table which is suddenly groaning under the weight of an absolute banquet. My eyes widen as they take in the sheer volume of delicious food presented before me. It looks so tasty. So tempting. My young fatter self is suddenly hungry. Very. Very. Hungry. My pulse begins to quicken. Is that all for me? My eyes scan the array of tempting goodies. I'm filled with intense cravings for every type of treat before me. My mouth is watering profusely. I feel giddy with excitement. Licking my lips greedily.

She picks up a napkin and flicks it out gracefully as she struts her way over to tuck it under my chin. My thick, double chin. She places a knife and fork in my plump little hands and steps back, eyeing my bulging figure sniggering into her hand over my fatness. My tummy gurgles hungrily. I feel my face get hot. Oh God I'm so aroused.

Before I know it she's feeding me donuts, cakes, pastries, and pies. I eat it all I can't control myself. And she is laughing. And laughing. Bits of icing get smeared on my lips, crumbs go flying all over the napkin, she's stuffed my mouth so full I can't fully close my lips while I chew. The knife and fork clang as they hit the floor. They won't be needed. She keeps my mouth so full of food I barely have time to breathe. More, more, more she feeds me as I practically inhale each gulping mouthful. Food disappears into me so fast it's nearly a blur.