Chapter 2 - "shall we begin?"

It's now 7:55. I make one last check of the bountiful portions of food sitting atop the stop and take a quick peek at the chicken and rolls in the oven. God, I could just inhale them now! I am so hungry and so turned on in anticipation of this date.

The doorbell rings at 8 on the dot. I gather myself and open the door, smiling widely at Nancy. She is tall and shapely like a model - well, maybe a little more voluptuous than one of those stick-thin models. She looks unbelievably beautiful in a sexy short black dress, tight against her breasts and her hips. Her legs are long and muscular, like a dancer's legs. I just stand there with my mouth open, gaping at her in adoration. And I can't help but notice she is looking at me much the same way, as if she were a glutton looking at a full meal.

But of course, we both know I am to be the glutton in this date, I think to myself. Finally, she breaks the spell with a sigh, then says, "Freddy, are you going to ask me in?" She smiles then chuckles as I take her hand and lead her in, closing the door behind her.

"Thanks," I finally say as she pushes a huge cold bottle of fine champagne into my hands. It is the biggest bottle of champagne I have ever seen! I take it into the kitchen.

Nancy follows me, far enough behind so that when I turn, she is standing at a distance, admiring my abundant body, my belly, love handles, wide hips and bouncy man-breasts. I feel the heat of her eyes on me. She smiles with a glow upon her face as I put the champagne on ice. Then, as I reach to get some food to take to the table, she sneaks up behind me quickly and silently, like a ninja. All of a sudden, I feel her little hand on top of mine, grabbing my pudgy hand with subtle strength and pulling me forcefully away from the stove and counter.

"You've done enough," she says assertively. "Preparing this meal has tired you out, I'm sure. Poor boy! I don't want you burning any calories - not yet. I will serve this meal to you - I mean, serve it to us." She giggles as she leads me to the table, pulls out my large chair and gently pushes it into me, telling me to sit. She kisses the back of my hand gently, then releases it and says, "I'll take care of everything, Freddy."

One by one, she brings each full platter to the table. As she brings the chicken, my stomach rumbles at the sight and aroma. Nancy reaches out and pats me on the belly, cooing, "We'll take care of you soon enough, big fella." Then, she brings in the potatoes, green beans, gravy and rolls, followed with the ice bucket. I feel beads of sweat forming on my brow as I see beads of condensation turning into small rivulets on the champagne bottle.

Nancy sits, pulling her chair close to me. She kisses my fat cheek softly and says, "I'm feeding you tonight, babe." She reaches over and touches the sagging belly which is sitting on my lap. Her fingers go between the shirt buttons and curl into my soft flesh.

"I'm ticklish," I chuckle loudly.

"Ooh, I love that, how you laugh," she says. "It makes your sexy belly jiggle so wondrously."

"Whatever you say," I reply, laughing again as her fingers curl beneath my belly and tickle me again. I smile in appreciation of this wonderful woman, bold and brave and not afraid to show her love for her BHM.

"Mike had described you as a rare find, but I had no idea you were this wonderful," I say. "I have never met any woman who thought my belly sexy,"

"Oh, you poor man," she says. "Well, maybe I can make up for all that neglect." After a bit of a struggle, she opens the champagne and it gushes out of the bottle all bubbly into the ice bucket. She laughs and leans in, then whispers huskily into my ear, "I'm gonna make you explode like that sometime tonight!" Then she giggles, and it sounds like music to me.

All I can do is moan in reply to her words as she fills my glass and half-fills hers.

"Here's to you and your future growth," Nancy says, making a toast as she takes a small sip from her glass, then pushes my glass onto my lips with the clear expectation that I would drink it all in one slurp which I do, first filling my mouth, then swallowing. She sets my empty glass down, then fills it again before asking, "Shall we begin?"

(More to come)

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NOTE: Inspired by an old anonymous Dimensions BBW story.