A Mutually Beneficial Encounter

Chapter 1 - The Date

We meet awkwardly out front of the restaurant. It's been a few days since we started chatting online, meeting on a fat kink site. There's a nervousness and an excitement in each other's voices.

As we discussed before, a restaurant with a booth we can both squeeze into. Burgers, chicken wings and sides like Mac and cheese balls. Soda on fountain. It's like a dream.

We both keep encouraging each other to eat a little more, changing up the dish so that the fatigue of flavour and texture doesn't fit in. Dessert orders mid way to ensure we change it up more.

As we get into the rhythm, it feels more and more natural. Like, this was a meeting that was meant to happen. Hands on each other's thighs, wiping sauce from each other's mouths with napkins and pushing fries into each other's mouths.

We make quick work of the dinner. "I'm so stuffed, I can't believe I ate that much!" "me neither, but it was so hot.. I wanna keep going."

It's decided, we drive to a drive thru Krispy Kreme down the road. "Two dozen gourmet glaze please" she orders. "This is going to be a struggle" you laugh. "We should probably get used to eating this much, though, right? Since this is going so well" she smirks.

We find a secluded parking spot and chat about how the date is going, our kinks and desire to keep things going. The heavy breathing trying to finish off the donuts and the humidity of the car from the topics being discussed make for a thick, dreamy intoxicating atmosphere.

"I don't want this to end." She says, as she unbutton her jeans and reach over to unbutton yours - you looked like you were uncomfortable. "I know, this is a dream". She puts her car into gear and starts driving "You're coming back to mine, I've got some ice cream we can melt and fill in the gaps of our tummies".

This is the most you've ever eaten in a day, let alone a night. "If we keep this up, we're going to end up enormous" you say. "You don't know how much it turns me on thinking of that" she says as she reaches over and starts rubbing your belly. "I'm really enjoying this, I really want to make this regular" you say. "Me too, I'm really gushing with this whole date".

She invites you into her place, leads you to her living room and pushes you onto the couch. "I hope you like chocolate ice cream", she says as she heads over to the freezer in the attached kitchen. "Chocolate is good. But, I think I'm reaching my limit" You say. "So am I, but the thought of being out of breath with a sore swollen belly with you the same on my couch is soaking my panties right now".

"I've been pretty wet the whole night" you reveal sheepishly. She plops down next to you with two big flasks of melted ice cream. You get a glimpse of the two of you in the TV reflection, two chubby women, sweating from the cars humidity, messy hair and very breathy.

She leans over and kisses you. "I really want you, you have no idea" she blurts out red in the face. "I've been yours since you drove me out to park and eat Krispy Kreme after a large meal". She leans in and wraps her hands around the back of your head, rubbing your ears gently as she starts kissing you with an eager desperation. She pulls back "Well, get used to it, honey, cause this is the smallest we'll ever be again, I'm going to make sure we both give into our gluttony and start growing fatter and fatter".

You both start stripping down to underwear as you make out. She reaches over for a flask of ice cream "I hope you didn't forget". She sits on top of you and begins to down the ice cream, stopping for heavy breaths. Mouthful after mouthful, you watch as her throat gulps it down. You're incredibly turned on by the site, she's such a pig. "Ahh! Oh no, my belly feels like it's going to burst."

You glance over at the other bottle, while she pushes you into the couch as she raises the lip of the bottle to your mouth and pinches your nose. "We'll make sure these calories don't go to waste. "You aggressively swallow the mixture in a few gulps". Gasping for air, you belch and catch your breath. "Oh my god" you exclaim.

She flops next to you on the couch, both incapacitated from all the calories of the night. "I feel like such a pig" she says. "I feel like such a fat slob" you say. Both catching breath and lazily rubbing each other's thighs and bellies. "I'm not doing anything else now, I'm done" she says. "Oh my god same", you say.

You both start getting drowsy, resting on each other's sides. "So, you staying the night?" She queries. "I guess I have no choice" "Good, because you're not leaving until the end of the weekend and I'm going to stuff you so you can't leave" she giggles.