The First Stuffing

Chapter 1 - A surprise at the buffet

You met this girl on one of the many dating apps.

Her profile is a bubbly, athletic short girl. She likes to have fun with her friends. Traveled to cool places. It’s a party everywhere she goes. You swiped right, matched and instantly hit it off together.

Over the following weeks during COVID lockdown, you Facetime with this cute, bubbly girl. The conversations are great. Lots in common. Never running out of conversation topics.

One of the topics you guys always return back to is food, though. She loves food and you love that she loves food. The enthusiasm is infectious. The screen captured only her face and never went lower than her neckline. You agree to meet up once you both are fully vaxxed. Wonderful.

You suggest sushi and she suggests this all you can eat sushi restaurant. You meet at the restaurant and seems like that athletic girl from the pictures is a very plump and round girl. During Covid-19 quarantine, she gained 50 pounds and she hid it from you to shield herself from judgement.

The restaurant is reservation only so you make the reservation in your name. You arrive first. The hostess, a skinny 19 year old conventionally attractive blonde girl, asks if you’ll be dining alone. You say no, table for two. You’ll be joined by a date soon enough.

The hostess walks you to a free table at the very back of the restaurant. In idle chit chat walking across the room, you show her a picture of your date, short 5’2” athletic woman, asking the hostess to point your date in the direction of your table. She assures you that she will do just that.

The Lunch Rush is on and the restaurant is getting busy. Your phone buzzes. SOMETHING IS WRONG. The hostess wont let your date through unless she has a reservation or is meeting someone already seated. She gives your name but the hostess doesn’t believe her. You walk up to the hostess station and confront the situation.

Your date doesn’t look like quite like she does her dating profile pictures. She was MUCH smaller in her pictures. Your date looks the same except she has gained weight from her pre quarantine pictures. A LOT OF WEIGHT.

The hostess is totally embarrassed. She thought your date was someone else, someone thinner. You are shocked by this transformation. Mesmerized. Taken in by the hypnotic quality of your date’s new curves.

You understand now why you like it. You always brought back the conversations to food. You don’t judge her. Quite the opposite. You bashfully admit her appetite is a turn on. In past conversations about food, it turned you on that she had a big appetite. 

You can’t look away from her. she wears black leggings and a black top that makes her like a chubby Sandy from Grease. She jiggles with every step towards the buffet.

Still unsure to take you at your word, she fills up her plate that is simply just a sad excuse of proportions. She is trying to eat like a bird. You tease her about this followed with encouragement to get more, it’s all you can eat after all.

You barely sit down and she is already chowing down furiously. “You must have been starving!’’, you say. She bashfully admits that she already had two meals that day. First and second breakfast. Hot.

This girl can put it away alright. This puts a question in your mind. How much can she eat? Can that limit be pushed if she really wants to go there? Can you give her that permission to give into her latent desires?

After finishing her plate, she pretends to be full. You don’t buy it. You walk with her to the buffet. After asking her what looks good, she picks out the food that look the tastiest. You place the food on her plate, look her in the eyes, and tell her we’re not leaving until you finish this plate. She can’t help but blush.

The wine flows. Food devoured. You have no problem showering her in compliments. You get turned on more and more she stuffs her plump pretty face. Her plate is finished. She can’t believe she ate that much. Her leggings grow tight around the midsection. You ask her if she is feeling full. She pauses and says “kinda”.

Bingo.

You pick up her plate. Walk over to the buffet. Hand her her final plate with the same proportions as before. You push the plate filled with yummy and delicious food on it towards her. Smile.

Say, “you’re pretty when you eat.”

She looks at the food. A voice in her tells her no but she is feeling rebellious. Fuck it.

She gives in. Desire wins that round. There is no going back.