Nah, Luke decided as he walked himself, thighs rubbing, back over to the bed. He would head down to the restaurant and order a huge meal, fit for a king, with piles and piles of the most succulent dishes his mind could dream up. Yes, he thought, pulling up his pants. A big feast to suit my big arrival. He buttoned a white shirt over his soft chest, making for the door of the room and, heart fluttering with excitement, skipped downstairs to the restaurant.
The WG restaurant was a sight to behold. A glass fronted entrance led into a large, high ceiling, room filled with beautifully polished wooden tables. The walls were as white as the candles sitting in golden candelabras upon each tabletop. In front of every pristine velvet chair was a great gold platter surrounded by more types of obscure cutlery than Luke could give a name to. On the far side of the room was a set of gleaming double doors he presumed led to the place's kitchens. Marvellous as all these furnishings were however, there was something slightly odd about this place Luke couldn't quite place his finger on. He dismissed it as nothing, and positively ran to the nearest table, plopping himself down in a soft and squashy chair.
Almost as soon as he had made contact with the fabric, a boy dressed in a waiter's outfit pushed through the kitchen doors. He was tallish, blondish, a few years older than him, and looked as though he had once been very athletic. Those days were clearly behind him however as Luke noted a plump belly and rounded cheeks. His hair was wavy and glossy, his skin tanned like a surfer and his eyes bluer than the ocean. He crossed the room hastily, introduced himself as Ben and asked politely how he could be of service. Luke's eyes were wide with wonder. This boy was... perfect. From the radiant features to the curvy frame to the wide love handles visible through his shirt, he was everything Luke aspired to be.
Ben cleared his throat, and persisted "How may I serve you?" Snatching Luke from his reverie. He shook himself and thought for a moment. What did he want? It came to him:
"I'll have 2 XL pizzas please, and a huge bottle of cola!" Ben smiled at his enthusiasm, nodded, and weaved his way back though the tables to the kitchens, aware of Luke's adoring gaze on the back of his head as he went. Settling down to wait, Luke jiggled and squished his much smaller belly. He vowed one day that it would be as big as Ben's.
5 minutes later, the boy returned carrying 2 of the biggest pizzas Luke had ever seen, and a 2L bottle of cola. As he approached, Luke had an exhilarating idea.
"Erm... Ben?" Busy depositing the pizzas on the table, Ben looked up.
"Can I feel your belly, please?"
Ben was shocked to say the least, he had not been expecting this at all. Blushing cutely, he looked back down at the table. Whilst he had never liked boys in that way, he had to admit there was something enchanting about the young Luke, and after a moment of deep consideration; conceded.
"Yeah, alright." He replied, as he pulled up a chair next to the younger boy, enjoying the look of disbelief that had spread across Luke's shining face as he pulled off his shirt.
Luke couldn't believe his luck as reached over with a shaking hand towards Ben's perfectly tanned body, clutching his left breast in his rosy fingers. He gave it a squeeze, sending shivers down his spine. Before he knew it, he was kneeling on the ground in front of a surprised Ben, kneading and rubbing and caressing his warm fat in a kind of curious ecstasy. Abruptly he stopped. Got up, and sat back down, with a fresh wonder in his eyes. Ben had thoroughly enjoyed Luke's touch, and was quite eager to do the same in return, but he was a waiter for god's sake. He had to pull himself together.
He stood up quickly, as Luke's dough-eyed expression captivated him, and was about to make for the door when a thought struck him:
"Can I watch you eat?"
Luke's face broke into a besotted smile as he replied excitedly, "Yes of course!"
Settling down again, the older boy watched in awe as Luke began to shovel down the pizza, sauce and oil staining running from his hungry lips, down onto his staining shirt. Within 3 minutes, he had gorged his way through the first pizza. 1 slice into the second pizza, the button on his pants burst, and he gave a moan of satisfaction. Luke looked to Ben for a reaction; his hungry eyes said it all. 3 slices into the second pizza, 2 buttons burst from Luke's stained shirt and he ripped it off impatiently, revealing the alabaster skin stretched over a belly swollen to the size of a football. As he finished the final slice, he gave a high pitched belch and began rubbing his bloated gut.
"I need something to wash it *burp* down, Ben!"
Face dreamy at this new fantasy unfolding before his eyes, he cracked the coke bottle open and held it in one strong arm to Luke's greasy lips, as the other colluded in rubbing his expanded belly.
Luke chugged down the coke in three goes, pausing each time to belch out groans and rub his big gut. By the time he was done his belly had grown so big he was forced to pull his pants down to the knee with a burp. Two minutes of digesting and rubbing later, and Luke passed out asleep in the hands of Ben. He picked him up, running a hand through his new friend's sweet smelling hair, and carried Luke back up to his room.
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