Your order was the first to arrive, on account of how small it was. You picked away at your fries and took a few sips of your shake, but you ended up giving most of your food to Bridget. You weren't that hungry, and she just kept giving you the just pathetic puppy dog eyes paired with melodramatic belly rubs. How could you say no?
Eventually, Bridget's food arrived. You observed the absolute glee in her eyes as she watched her meal laid out on the table. She thanked the server and waited until they were just out of sight before she immediately sank her teeth into a massive burger. She moaned with pleasure, savoring the buns, the veggies, juicy meat with melted cheese, and washed it all down with some fries and her shake.
Bridget made quick work of the first burger, and the second burger wasn't far behind. She ate with passion, and her already bloated belly grew ever-so-tighter against the fabric of the dress she was wearing. You watched her, entranced, as she devoured a meal fit for two people like it was just a snack.
And before you knew it, she had downed the last of her shake with a mighty gulp. She looked you in the eye and belched richly, patting her tight tummy in satisfaction.
"Done?" you asked, shifting nervously in your seat.
Bridget smirked. She called a server to the table.
"Do you think you could get us a chocolate-creme pie?" she asked sweetly. "Could really go for some dessert right about now."
"Of course," said the server. They whisked away to the kitchen with Bridget's order.
"You still want sweets after...?" you could barely bring yourself to even mention this morning without devolving into gibberish.
"You don't work for a bakery without a sweet tooth," said Bridget. "And mine just can't be satisfied."
You felt your face go hot. God, this girl was gonna balloon.
Bridget tucked into the pie as soon as it was placed in front of her. You took the opportunity to "go to the bathroom." Though you desperately wanted to keep watching the spectacle of Bridget making a complete glutton of herself, this was the only opening you had to make sure Bridget didn't pay for lunch. You returned to find the voracious young woman slouched back in her chair, with two-thirds of the pie still fresh in the tin. She inclined her head toward you, a lazy smile on her face, and scooched over in her seat to make room for you.
"Help me finish?" she said, patting the space she made next to her.
It wasn't a question so much as a command, and you'd be damned if you didn't oblige. You slid into the spot next to her, grabbed the fork, and gently began feeding Bridget. After a while, when she began to slow down, she took your free hand and placed it on her gargantuan gut, running it in circles around its swollen form. You took the hint and began to massage her belly under the table, causing her to groan in relief as the pressure in her midriff eased.
You continued on like this until the pie was stuffed in its entirety into Bridget's gullet. She burped continuously as you left the restaurant, shopping bags in tow, your arm around her shoulder. She eyed the tags on one of the new pairs of jeans you bought.
"I'm gonna need some bigger pants."
You gave her arm an affectionate rub.
"I can't wait."
***
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