Vanessa sat quietly at her table, staring out at the bustling city. Another date had cancelled on her, making up some excuse about “getting stuck at the office.”
“No more!” She thought to herself. “I’m a strong, independent, and attractive woman. I’m tired of trying to lock down these men who pretend to have it all together. I don’t need anyone! They can come to me if they want me, but for now, I’m enough!” She tried to pump herself up and ignore the pit she felt in her stomach. It was hard being alone, but she had to accept that, for now, it is what it is.
“What can I get you, ma’am?” A kind waiter appeared at her side.
“Um… sorry, I hadn’t had a chance to look.” The man had suggested quite an expensive Brazilian steak house for their date, and now that she was ditched, she felt too uncomfortable to just get up and leave. “I’ll have the… um…” Vanessa pointed to the steak dish with rich potatoes, afraid to pronounce it in Portuguese.
“That would have been my suggestion, ma’am. Good choice.” The waiter pulled a wine bucket out from behind him, offering her a glass. “This is on the house. We noticed the name on the reservation and once the man hadn’t shown, we thought it was the least we could do. We do hope you enjoy your evening with us.”
Vanessa smiled at the waiter, embarrassed by her misting eyes. “This is very sweet. Thank you,” she nodded her head in thanks and the waiter poured her a glass. Vanessa savored the flavor, “This is the best wine I’ve ever had!” She thought to herself and noticed the waiter even left the bottle. “He’s so sweet.”
Her mood improved even more once the food arrived. The plate was adorned with juicy cuts of steak, roasted potatoes, and a medley of greens. Vanessa hadn’t eaten this good in years and couldn’t wait to dig in. Screw keeping her thin figure if men were just going to abandon her. She dug in and moaned at the delectable flavors hitting her tongue.
Something deep within her told her to indulge, to keep going. She felt the pit in her heart from before, but now, it was telling her to keep eating. It’s what it needed to feel right again, and it was true. Every bite she took drastically improved her mood as the warmth of the meal filled her tight belly. By the end of the meal, she was sporting a bit of a food baby.
The waiter returned to pour another glass for her. “Enjoying your meal so far, ma’am?”
“Mhhmm, it was incredible. I almost want to order another plate. I’m full but could even a tray of that food.”
“Right away, ma’am.” With that, the waiter was gone and Vanessa was confused. He returned minutes later with an even bigger plate of the same meal. The scene wafted to her nose and she began to salivate, but she stopped herself.
“Oh, I’m sorry. There’s been a mistake. I can’t… afford this,” she whispered, not wanting the other wealthy patrons to hear her.
“Like I said, ma’am, this is on the house,” the waiter winked at her.
“I thought you meant just the wine,” Vanessa was confused, blindsided by this kind gesture.
“We’ve got you covered. Just enjoy yourself and please let us know if you need anything.” With that, he was gone and Vanessa had more of the perfectly aged wine. She started on the potatoes, each more delicious than the last. The meat was juicy, a bit raw in the middle, and perfectly seared on the outside. Topping off the plate with seasoned and roasted greens made Vanessa a happy woman.
She had been wearing a green sundress, flowy but still form-fitting. Vanessa had to adjust herself to allow more of the dress out in front of her. Her food baby was really filling out, but she hadn’t looked down to see the damage. She finished her glass and poured herself another, choosing to enjoy herself. That dark pit wasn’t affecting her as much as it was a moment ago, but that was until the text came through.
It was from the date that stood her up, texting that he was running late. She’d already been here for an hour, where did he get off asking her to wait even longer? Now, Vanessa was mad. “Excuse me, sir. May I order another plate? It’s been helping…”
The waiter appeared by her side with a fresh order and took away Vanessa’s cleared plate. “Say no more, Madame. We’ll keep bringing it until you say stop.” The waiter motioned to a laminated card on a standee in the center of the table. It looked green to Vanessa but the waiter flipped it over to red. “Whenever you’re finished, flip to red. For now, let’s keep it on green.” He gave a wink and a smile and he was off.
Vanessa dug in, each bite fueling her anger at this man. This man, who she’d never met in real life, was now embodying every other man who had treated her poorly or abandoned her for someone or something they wanted over her. Steak and potatoes filled her mouth, slipping down her throat and engorging her stomach to the point the sundress would grow tight. Vanessa kept assuming she was just sitting on her dress and her slight food baby was causing some tension. After two more plates had been brought out, Vanessa leaned back into her chair and sipped on her wine.
The light buzz of the Cabernet Sauvignon danced in her mind as she caught her breath. The waiter appeared before her with another plate, which she almost turned away, but decided to accept it. She wiped her brow with the back of her hand and let it fall down to her stomach to rest.
Her belly met her hand much faster than it should have. Her head shot down and she used two hands to smooth out her dress. Her gut was sticking out as far as a cantaloupe, almost as if she was 6 months pregnant. She quickly got up from the table, needing to steady herself before running to the bathroom. The added weight plus the alcohol did not help with her coordination.
Once inside the lady’s room, Vanessa locked the door and braced herself to see her new look. She crept forward and covered her mouth when she saw the damage. Her dress hung off her huge gut beautifully, but Vanessa couldn’t believe it. She slowly pulled up her dress, her taut belly slowly revealing itself. Her hand slid across the smooth, tight skin and she moaned in delight. Her belly felt… good.
Not just the delicious contents inside, but the skin itself felt sensitive to her touch. A few more rubs got her engine revving, a dampness growing between her legs. She stopped herself and dropped the dress to cover herself again. Vanessa took a few deep breaths and inspected her belly once more, turning from side to side to get a full view. Her eyes slowly rose to find another surprising development.
Her flat chest wasn’t so flat anymore. Nothing major, but it looked like our heroine had developed a nice, healthy set of B-Cups between her meals. She couldn’t stop herself from smiling at this development, as she’d always been so self-conscious of her bust size.
Her moment of self-exploration was cut short as another patron knocked on the door, needing to use the facilities. As Vanessa returned to her seat, she savored the feeling of her budding breasts and bulging belly jiggling with each footstep. Were people staring? Hard to say. The hole she felt inside her felt smaller and further away with every bite of food. She was determined to silence that doubt and self-loathing for good.
Once she was seated, the waiter came by with her charming smile and slicked back hair, topping off her wine glass. “Sir, if you don’t mind - I’d love two servings the next time I finish my plate. If it’s not too much trouble.”
“Not at all, ma’am. Coming right up.” He was gone in a blink and so were the contents of Vanessa’s plate. Her hand rested on her belly, feeling it gurlge and bulge with every enormous bite. As promised, another plate arrived with two full steaks and double servings of sides.
While more of a struggle, Vanessa cleared that plate with a huge sigh of relief. She could feel her belly reaching the size that would rival full-term pregnancies, and a voice in her head told her to keep going. Thankfully, she’d never needed to wear a bra so as she felt a surge of growth in her tits, pushing her to a full C-cup, she wasn’t worried. Her sun dress would stretch to cover her as she continued her binge. Another double portion and double her throat it went. She felt like she was barely chewing at this point, just tasting and fueling herself. Her hand grazed her hips and she could feel some expansion there as well. The poor wooden chair beneath her was beginning to protest all this added weight.
Other patrons watched in awe as Vanessa cleared two more double portions without skipping a beat. If they didn’t know better, they would have assumed she’d been smuggling a watermelon under her sundress. But no, it was all her. Vanessa had to fight to stifle moans as she stuffed her face and rubbed her belly, which was starting to rival her clit in sensitivity.
“More, ma’am?” The waiter asked with a triple portion in his hand. Not a hint of judgment in his voice or in his eyes. If anything, he looked hungry as well, but for something else.
“Keep it coming, slick,” Vanessa took the plate from him and started shoveling the sides into her mouth. Her cheeks blew up and her throat swelled as she swallowed bigger and bigger portions. She needed to spread her legs to accommodate her growing gut, looking more and more like a yoga ball with every passing second.
Almost magically, the waiter appeared with two metal chairs. He knew the wooden one would fail beneath his favorite guest at any moment. Needing the help of two other staff members, Vanessa was hoisted to a standing position and got a full view of her belly.
What should have been a floor-length dress only reached her mid-thigh thanks to all the real estate her belly took up. She looked as if she’d swallowed a man or even a chair, but she didn’t look stuffed. She looked hungry. Her ass had beefed up as well, her panties nearly snapping off her hips as they reached 70 inches around. Her tits were on another level. H-Cups were in the rearview as she surpassed J-Cups with no sign of stopping.
She sat back down and picked right back up eating, thankful for the support. She turned to the waiter as she worked on another steak, washing it down with wine. “You know… I could use a hand.”
“As you wish, ma’am.” The waiter snapped his fingers and two waiters appeared with extra portions. As Vanessa finished her steak, she stole bites from the fork in the waiter’s hand, locking eyes with him as she piled on the pounds. She eventually needed to turn so her massive gut would move her precious food away from her.
Her hand still rubbed her belly, eliciting groans and moans between bites. A new feeling emerged, deep in her gut. She was starting to get full. “No,” she thought. “Not yet.”
The wait staff had brought out two catering trays of her meal that she was determined to finish, regardless of what happened to her dress. “Finish this for me. Keep feeding me. Make me finish it.”
“As you wish, ma’am.” The waiter waved over two more waiters with utensils at the ready. Taking turns, they fed the growing goddess bite after bite while her hands massaged her growing belly. The full feeling was starting to turn to pain. It was becoming too much, but she rubbed her belly to soothe the feeling as much as she could.
Her breasts and belly could no longer be contained by the extra large dress. M-Cups flopped out and rested atop her cut as the hem of the dress rose up and sat top a belly that could easily crush a sedan. She could feel her legs growing strong, as well as her back and arms, but it would still be a herculean task to lift her new form. Two trays down, one to go. Her gurgling belly was louder than the music being pumped through the speakers, and any patrons afraid of her had left while the rest watched in awe.
“Oh fuck! Too much… so full!” She was crying out while her pussy was being pressed together by her thickening thighs and fat belly adding more and more pressure. Small whimpers and orgasms snuck from her mouth as she tried to hide them, but it was nearly impossible now. Any breeze or stimulation to her belly made her pussy gush. She desperately graved mouths on her enormous teats and secretly, she wanted to crush these metal chairs with her fat ass.
“Just a few more bites, ma’am. You’re doing great.” The waiters smiled as they polished off the last tray. With her eyes barely hanging open, she leaned forward and flipped the card from green to red. “Well done, ma’am.”
“You too… oof. Fuck, that feels good.” Nearly naked in a public restaurant, Vanessa couldn’t care less. She was happy, content, satisfied… fulfilled. “Would you mind… assisting a helpless woman to the powder room?” She asked the waiter who had been eyeing her all night.
“It would be my honor, ma’am.” Lifting her arm over her shoulders and a lot of help from her nearly developed muscles, they slowly waddled towards the entrance, leading to the restrooms. As they got to the waiting area, a familiar face appeared.
“Vanessa?”
“Mike?” It was her date. The one who didn’t show up.
“What the fuck happened to you?” The disgust on his face was all the motivation Vanessa needed. She took two steps forward and thrust her belly at him like a battering ram. Mike flew back nearly 10 feet and out the door of the restaurant.
“If you don’t mind, put my meal on his tab,” Vanessa whispered to the waiter.
“Oh, already done, ma’am,” He smiled as they continued to the washroom.
“What’s your name, sailor?”
“You can call me Josh, ma’am.”
“Well, Josh,” Vanessa leaned against him, pressing him into the wall opposite the entrance to the bathroom. Her breasts swallowed her chest while her belly pressed into his growing erection. “I might need some assistance. Mind giving me a hand?”
“Of course, ma’am,” with that, their lips locked. Their passionate makeout session forced them into the bathroom, or at least force Vanessa’s rotund form through the too-small doorway with Josh following behind. Leaning over the bathroom sink, her plump, dripping pussy was on display.
“Stop fucking around and stick it in, Josh. I know you need to.” This time, Josh didn’t say a word as his pants fell and his 10-inch cock slid inside her. “Oh, fuck YES!” Josh pounded away as she rubbed her belly with both hands, leaning on her breasts for support. “Josh! Can you hear me?”
“Yes, ma’am,” he panted out between thrusts.
“Whatever you do, make sure you cum inside me,” she locked eyes with him in the mirror. “Do what you do best and make me bigger.”
THE END