They didn’t go out to lunch often, although they had been going out for a while. Alyssa was trying to watch her weight (she had put on about ten pounds within the last couple of months). And her boyfriend, Noah, liked to watch his wallet (though he was by no means cheap, just thrifty). On this occasion they had a date at IHOP and Alyssa was practically enraptured.
“I’m going to get pancakes. No, eggs. No, eggs and pancakes,” she said, perusing the menu. Noah looked up from his own menu with mild interest but didn’t say anything. He also didn’t say anything when she ordered the special which meant pancakes, home fries, bacon, eggs, and toast but he secretly wondered how much she would actually eat.
When the food arrived, Alyssa dove right in. It was an ambitious meal, but she seemed determined to conquer it. She devoured her pancakes, attacked the home fries, munched on the bacon, and finished off the eggs.
Finally, there was only a little bit of toast left. Noah, who had finished his meal, was watching her carefully. Alyssa was rubbing her stomach and moaning in pain.
“I ate too much!” she wailed. And Noah felt something inside him stir, his pants tighten. He wondered if Alyssa would gain any more weight. If her clothes would stretch to accommodate her stomach. If her giant breasts would swell up in her bra. If she would have to get new pants. He practically salivated at the thought.
Alyssa looked up at him in despair. He hastened to reassure her.
“Baby, it’s okay. You were hungry,”
“I am going to get fat,” she moaned. Noah’s cock twitched.
“You aren’t fat, and you won’t get fat. You have a perfect body. I love your curves,” On this last part he spoke with sincerity. Alyssa beamed at him.
“I love you, Noah,”
“I love you too, Alyssa”
He paid the check (well worth it, he thought) and the two left the restaurant. She skipped ahead of him, buoyed by his reassurance. He walked behind and watched her ass jiggle. He was so hard it practically hurt. They would have to go out to lunch more often.
When they arrived back at his apartment, he pushed her roughly onto the couch. She raised her eyebrows, startled. Noah was, by nature, quite gentle. But he wanted to fuck her while she was nice and full. While her tummy was swollen with her meal.
“Babe, no, my stomach hurts and I’m not in the mood,” she sighed, reaching for the remote. Noah slapped her hand away.
“But I am,” he said and unzipped his pants. A few tense moments passed between the couple as Alyssa stared at his hard erection. Noah wondered what she would do. Leave? Slap him? Burst into tears? But like any number of his wet dreams, she got on her knees and began to suck him off.
Jesus, it was glorious. She could take him so deep. He loved a girl with no gag reflex. Spit ran down her face and onto her shirt. She was a mess. His mess. He groaned with satisfaction. Then, without warning, pushed her off him and yanked down her skirt and panties. He was pleased to see she had trimmed, a tidy little bush was waiting for him. But he couldn’t wait much longer.
He thrust himself into her tight pussy. And it was tight. Alyssa actually gasped in pain and he reminded himself to slow down. He moved in and out of her gently. He didn’t want to hurt her. Finally, her breathing grew uneven. She was gasping for him, panting his name. Perfect. He increased his speed, ramming into her again and again. Finally, he shot his load inside her. She came seconds later, one hand on her tummy, the other on her clit. Noah gave her a hard kiss on the lips.
“Eat as much as you like baby,” he said.
