A few hours later, you were standing outside the entrance to a local buffet. Bridget had gone home to change into something "fitting," she'd said with a wink and a smirk. You weren't entirely sure what she'd meant by that, but then again, you never did when she'd get all playful like that — you'd just wait and be pleasantly surprised. Even still, you'd been standing out here for 20 minutes. Where was--
A pair of hands covered your eyes.
"Hey there, handsome," a soft voice said. "Sorry to keep you waiting."
You smiled at the sound of Bridget's voice. You took her hands off your eyes and turned to face her, but she stopped you.
"So, you remember on our first date how I said that dress was the biggest thing I owned that still fit?" she asked.
"Yeah?"
"Well... that wasn't entirely true." She took her hands off your face, allowing you to take in the sight of her.
"This," she said, gesturing to the well fitting blue-and-silver cocktail dress she was wearing, "was my prom dress."
"... Wait," you began, but Bridget cut you off.
"I lost a LOT of weight after high school," she said with a wink. Suddenly, she gave her well padded hip a smack, sending ripples throughout her not-quite-chubby-but-still-quite-pudgy body.
"And I think it's about time I gain it back — with interest."
***
Your jaw had been dropping on-and-off for the last 20 minutes or so by this point.
Bridget was midway through her third full-plate at the buffet, and given the speed at she was eating, she was FAR from done. Pasta, bread, veggies, and who knows what else — you were honestly having a hard time keeping track at this point. No, your eyes were fixed on the spherical mass gradually ballooning out further and further against the tight fabric
It seemed that just as you thought you'd seen the limit of Bridget's appetite, she'd just loosen her belt and grow beyond it. It was hypnotic, and you were caught right in her spell.
"Oof!" Bridget groaned. She leaned back in her chair and put a hand on her straining belly. Her eyes drifted over to you. "Are you gonna eat that?" she asked, gesturing to your plate.
Before you could respond, she pulled your plate over to her and handed you her empty plates.
"Be a doll and grab me some dessert while I finish this," she commanded. "We're not leaving here tonight until after this dress pops."
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