~BBW, Stuffing, ~SWG - a restaurant so good the patrons all look preggo after their meal
[This is my first story. I don't know why but I was suddenly inspired to write this from a dream I had. Hope you like it, I know I did. Enjoy.[
The alarm clock started buzzing. That awful noise it makes attacked Amy’s eardrums. It was quickly silenced when she rolled over and slammed the snooze button, then pulled the plug on it.
“Why do they have to make the snooze button the biggest button?” she wondered as she rolled back into bed. She lay there for a few minutes, and for the first time, she noticed just how big her bed really was. She moved her arms up and down and thought, “I need to get a smaller mattress. Or a man.”
With a grunt she heaved herself out of bed trying to psyche herself into being happy that the day was just starting. She walked over to a full length mirror and examined herself. Short blonde hair about shoulder length. About 5’6” tall, with a petite build, and C cup breasts. Nothing too extraordinary in her mind, but the guys seemed to like it.
She didn’t hate her body, but still thought it could be better, but could never place what she would change. Pushing her appearance out of her mind she got dressed and went downstairs. It was at this time that Amy wondered where her roommate was. She should be home today, Monday, being her only day - oh wait… Here’s a sticky note on the fridge. “Spending a few days with some friends. Heart. Bye. Signed Jess.”
Amy crumpled the note and tossed it into the trash. She hated those half assed notes her room mate left her. As if it would kill her to write in complete sentences. Amy sat in a chair in the kitchen pondering what to eat for breakfast when she noticed what time it was. About two hours ahead of the bedroom clock, which was notorious for bad time keeping. “Yikes, I’m late for work!” Amy said jumping up, grabbing her coat, heading out the door, and hopping into her car.
She practiced what she would say to her boss IF she was late. Amy had a bad habit of doing that, playing out whole conversations in hypothetical situations in which she would turn out the winner in a cool way. She stopped at a red light and looked out the window. There was a pregnant woman walking out of a Chinese restaurant. This caught Amy’s attention. She always sees pregnant women coming out of that place. It must have really good food.
“I’ll have to try that place someday. Maybe today after work, since good ol’ reliable Jess isn’t going to be home, again.” Amy said talking to herself out loud. She made it to work on time, eliminating the need for her ‘arsenal of replies’ that she came up with in the car. As usual, time drug it’s ass, but finally, it was time to go home. Amy was starving, she made a mental note to smash the bedroom alarm clock when she got home. Amy’s funny that way. Amy was the kinda laid back person, who would walk into the office with a machine gun in each hand, still with that dull laid back look on her face.
Amy pulled into the Chinese restaurant she promised herself she would go to and got out of the car. She looked up and saw another pair of pregnant women going on about how ‘Unbelievable’ the restaurant’s food was. Amy went inside and looked around. A quaint little place with a few customers quietly munching on whatever they called whatever they were eating. Amy was just a little wary of Chinese food, because one time she ordered beef chow mein, and it tasted funny. So funny that the dog wouldn’t eat it. So she deduced that it was not beef, but dog. Amy’s funny that way. Anyway, she was seated and handed a menu.
Platter of Kings? Harvest Feast? “These sure are some weird names for specials.” Amy thought. She noticed that this restaurant was family owned, when the same waitress came out five times, dressed in an old fashion Asian dress. Also, for the first time, Amy saw someone who wasn’t pregnant come in and sit down for a meal, with her boyfriend. Maybe she was pregnant after all. A small Chinese lady came up to her and asked for her order. Amy glanced down at the menu.
“Everything’s so cheap here…” she said to herself, that the waitress caught. “Oohh yes. Vedy Cheep, Vedy good food.” she said in an accent that was barely understandable.
“I’ll just have this King’s Combo thing here.” Amy said pointing at it on the menu. The waitress agreed that it was very good, took her menu, disappeared into the kitchen. A few moments later that little frail old Chinese woman, came out with a platter that could feed 3 people. Amy was mostly surprised that she wasn’t crushed under the weight, but was even more surprised when Amy found out that’s what she ordered.
The tray nearly took up all of the table when the waitress set it down. Amy argued that it must have been some sort of mistake, but the waitress assured her it was no mistake. “All combos are beeeg. Vedy good dough.” she said in that accent again, before disappearing back into the kitchen. Amy shrugged and started eating. It’s not like she was going to finish it all anyway. She could just get it wrapped up to go.
Amy grabbed an egg roll and bit into it. The food WAS amazing, and so much of it for so little. She looked around the platter, there was about 4 more egg rolls, an order of beef teriyaki sticks, and the chicken version, a medium sized bowl of wonton soup, a plate full of rice, about a dozen of those fried dumplings with that ginger sauce, a medium sized bowl of chicken and broccoli, and a big bowl of lo-mien. “This really is a king’s feast, maybe in China one person can eat that much, but in America that’s outrageous,” she thought
Amy continued eating though, the food was absolutely incredible. Everything was perfectly seasoned. Amy finished off the 5th egg roll and started to feel full. She put a hand over her belly and while rubbing it looked up at the rest of the food.
“I’ve got to try the fried dumplings at least.” she thought getting past the egg rolls. She picked up her fork and dug into the dumplings. Delicious! The taste of it all made her completely forget about the 5 egg rolls she just ate, and managed the dozen dumplings. When she finished those off, the full feeling came back twice as worse.
She could feel her belly pushing against her denim shorts. She could feel the button digging into to her, and the pressure of the food pushing back, filling her out. She liked the feeling, it was… strangely arousing to her. She was absent mindedly rubbing her taught belly, and found herself staring at the remaining food. Curiosity took over, and she wanted to know what it would be like if she ate the rest of the food.
Amy took a deep breath and grabbed her fork again, and started on the rice. It was in the shape of the platter that the rice came in, but it’s shape was hardly noticed by Amy who by the time I’m telling you this, had already eaten most of it. She could feel her stuffed stomach pushing further and further out with each fork full of the rice.
It was the best feeling of her life. The jean shorts groaned in protest as more food was packed into Amy’s belly. Every now and then she found herself staring at her belly which now poked well over the waist of her shorts, and past her breasts. It caused her button up shirt to ride up and Amy had to unbutton the bottom two buttons to give her belly some room
Her breaths became short and labored as the only thing left on the table was the wonton soup. She knew she should stop, but Wonton was her absolute favorite thing to order off of a Chinese take out menu. She had to at least try it. She reached for her spoon, and found her belly got in her way. She started to rub it in a sensual way, and undid her pants button, letting her belly move out. Her belly expanded uninhibited and pushed her zipper all the way down.
Now relieved Amy grabbed the wonton soup and enjoyed every bit of it moaning in pure pleasure of being stuffed more than ever before. Amy sat back and let out a satisfied belch, rubbing her taught stomach. She felt good. Real good.
The waitress returned to take Amy's emptied plate with a pleased smile and said. “Dey all say dat’s too much! Dat’s too much!” she said in cheerful butchered English. “But dey all finish and bellies round melons!” she said while smiling at Amy who smiled back while burping for yet another time in pleasure.
After the waitress took the plate and left back to the kitchen Amy remained sitting on her chair and rubbed her gurgeling belly in ecstasy. Then she raised from her chair with a minor sturggeling and waddled slowly to the restaurant´s door.
She stopped when she reached the table where the slender woman and her boyfriend had sat down before Amy had her meal. She took a look at the woman who now had a big plate filled with food in front of her. Some of the food had already gone into the woman´s belly which now was shaped like a volleyball. Her friend hadn´t eat anything from the plate as he wasn´t there to eat but to rub his girl´s belly while she was keeping up eating more and more.
Amy smiled quietly into the woman´s direction. Just in that moment the button of the woman´s skirt popped off and her belly was even more protruding due to the new lack of resistance while the woman who has noticed Amy´s smiling smiled back at her.
Amy continued her way to the door and as she opened it she could her the woman talking to her boyfriend.
"The food here´s extraordinary good. I´d rather pop than quit eating before the plate is emptied!" were the words Amy heard.
"I can really understand that statement!" Amy thought quietly when she closed the restaurant´s door behind herself and had to giggle about that thought.
Deep inside Amy swore that what ever would happen she would someday return to the restaurant for another meal... but then she would go there accompanied by a cute guy.
The End
AMY
by Milkdud
by Milkdud
[This is my first story. I don't know why but I was suddenly inspired to write this from a dream I had. Hope you like it, I know I did. Enjoy.[
The alarm clock started buzzing. That awful noise it makes attacked Amy’s eardrums. It was quickly silenced when she rolled over and slammed the snooze button, then pulled the plug on it.
“Why do they have to make the snooze button the biggest button?” she wondered as she rolled back into bed. She lay there for a few minutes, and for the first time, she noticed just how big her bed really was. She moved her arms up and down and thought, “I need to get a smaller mattress. Or a man.”
With a grunt she heaved herself out of bed trying to psyche herself into being happy that the day was just starting. She walked over to a full length mirror and examined herself. Short blonde hair about shoulder length. About 5’6” tall, with a petite build, and C cup breasts. Nothing too extraordinary in her mind, but the guys seemed to like it.
She didn’t hate her body, but still thought it could be better, but could never place what she would change. Pushing her appearance out of her mind she got dressed and went downstairs. It was at this time that Amy wondered where her roommate was. She should be home today, Monday, being her only day - oh wait… Here’s a sticky note on the fridge. “Spending a few days with some friends. Heart. Bye. Signed Jess.”
Amy crumpled the note and tossed it into the trash. She hated those half assed notes her room mate left her. As if it would kill her to write in complete sentences. Amy sat in a chair in the kitchen pondering what to eat for breakfast when she noticed what time it was. About two hours ahead of the bedroom clock, which was notorious for bad time keeping. “Yikes, I’m late for work!” Amy said jumping up, grabbing her coat, heading out the door, and hopping into her car.
She practiced what she would say to her boss IF she was late. Amy had a bad habit of doing that, playing out whole conversations in hypothetical situations in which she would turn out the winner in a cool way. She stopped at a red light and looked out the window. There was a pregnant woman walking out of a Chinese restaurant. This caught Amy’s attention. She always sees pregnant women coming out of that place. It must have really good food.
“I’ll have to try that place someday. Maybe today after work, since good ol’ reliable Jess isn’t going to be home, again.” Amy said talking to herself out loud. She made it to work on time, eliminating the need for her ‘arsenal of replies’ that she came up with in the car. As usual, time drug it’s ass, but finally, it was time to go home. Amy was starving, she made a mental note to smash the bedroom alarm clock when she got home. Amy’s funny that way. Amy was the kinda laid back person, who would walk into the office with a machine gun in each hand, still with that dull laid back look on her face.
Amy pulled into the Chinese restaurant she promised herself she would go to and got out of the car. She looked up and saw another pair of pregnant women going on about how ‘Unbelievable’ the restaurant’s food was. Amy went inside and looked around. A quaint little place with a few customers quietly munching on whatever they called whatever they were eating. Amy was just a little wary of Chinese food, because one time she ordered beef chow mein, and it tasted funny. So funny that the dog wouldn’t eat it. So she deduced that it was not beef, but dog. Amy’s funny that way. Anyway, she was seated and handed a menu.
Platter of Kings? Harvest Feast? “These sure are some weird names for specials.” Amy thought. She noticed that this restaurant was family owned, when the same waitress came out five times, dressed in an old fashion Asian dress. Also, for the first time, Amy saw someone who wasn’t pregnant come in and sit down for a meal, with her boyfriend. Maybe she was pregnant after all. A small Chinese lady came up to her and asked for her order. Amy glanced down at the menu.
“Everything’s so cheap here…” she said to herself, that the waitress caught. “Oohh yes. Vedy Cheep, Vedy good food.” she said in an accent that was barely understandable.
“I’ll just have this King’s Combo thing here.” Amy said pointing at it on the menu. The waitress agreed that it was very good, took her menu, disappeared into the kitchen. A few moments later that little frail old Chinese woman, came out with a platter that could feed 3 people. Amy was mostly surprised that she wasn’t crushed under the weight, but was even more surprised when Amy found out that’s what she ordered.
The tray nearly took up all of the table when the waitress set it down. Amy argued that it must have been some sort of mistake, but the waitress assured her it was no mistake. “All combos are beeeg. Vedy good dough.” she said in that accent again, before disappearing back into the kitchen. Amy shrugged and started eating. It’s not like she was going to finish it all anyway. She could just get it wrapped up to go.
Amy grabbed an egg roll and bit into it. The food WAS amazing, and so much of it for so little. She looked around the platter, there was about 4 more egg rolls, an order of beef teriyaki sticks, and the chicken version, a medium sized bowl of wonton soup, a plate full of rice, about a dozen of those fried dumplings with that ginger sauce, a medium sized bowl of chicken and broccoli, and a big bowl of lo-mien. “This really is a king’s feast, maybe in China one person can eat that much, but in America that’s outrageous,” she thought
Amy continued eating though, the food was absolutely incredible. Everything was perfectly seasoned. Amy finished off the 5th egg roll and started to feel full. She put a hand over her belly and while rubbing it looked up at the rest of the food.
“I’ve got to try the fried dumplings at least.” she thought getting past the egg rolls. She picked up her fork and dug into the dumplings. Delicious! The taste of it all made her completely forget about the 5 egg rolls she just ate, and managed the dozen dumplings. When she finished those off, the full feeling came back twice as worse.
She could feel her belly pushing against her denim shorts. She could feel the button digging into to her, and the pressure of the food pushing back, filling her out. She liked the feeling, it was… strangely arousing to her. She was absent mindedly rubbing her taught belly, and found herself staring at the remaining food. Curiosity took over, and she wanted to know what it would be like if she ate the rest of the food.
Amy took a deep breath and grabbed her fork again, and started on the rice. It was in the shape of the platter that the rice came in, but it’s shape was hardly noticed by Amy who by the time I’m telling you this, had already eaten most of it. She could feel her stuffed stomach pushing further and further out with each fork full of the rice.
It was the best feeling of her life. The jean shorts groaned in protest as more food was packed into Amy’s belly. Every now and then she found herself staring at her belly which now poked well over the waist of her shorts, and past her breasts. It caused her button up shirt to ride up and Amy had to unbutton the bottom two buttons to give her belly some room
Her breaths became short and labored as the only thing left on the table was the wonton soup. She knew she should stop, but Wonton was her absolute favorite thing to order off of a Chinese take out menu. She had to at least try it. She reached for her spoon, and found her belly got in her way. She started to rub it in a sensual way, and undid her pants button, letting her belly move out. Her belly expanded uninhibited and pushed her zipper all the way down.
Now relieved Amy grabbed the wonton soup and enjoyed every bit of it moaning in pure pleasure of being stuffed more than ever before. Amy sat back and let out a satisfied belch, rubbing her taught stomach. She felt good. Real good.
The waitress returned to take Amy's emptied plate with a pleased smile and said. “Dey all say dat’s too much! Dat’s too much!” she said in cheerful butchered English. “But dey all finish and bellies round melons!” she said while smiling at Amy who smiled back while burping for yet another time in pleasure.
After the waitress took the plate and left back to the kitchen Amy remained sitting on her chair and rubbed her gurgeling belly in ecstasy. Then she raised from her chair with a minor sturggeling and waddled slowly to the restaurant´s door.
She stopped when she reached the table where the slender woman and her boyfriend had sat down before Amy had her meal. She took a look at the woman who now had a big plate filled with food in front of her. Some of the food had already gone into the woman´s belly which now was shaped like a volleyball. Her friend hadn´t eat anything from the plate as he wasn´t there to eat but to rub his girl´s belly while she was keeping up eating more and more.
Amy smiled quietly into the woman´s direction. Just in that moment the button of the woman´s skirt popped off and her belly was even more protruding due to the new lack of resistance while the woman who has noticed Amy´s smiling smiled back at her.
Amy continued her way to the door and as she opened it she could her the woman talking to her boyfriend.
"The food here´s extraordinary good. I´d rather pop than quit eating before the plate is emptied!" were the words Amy heard.
"I can really understand that statement!" Amy thought quietly when she closed the restaurant´s door behind herself and had to giggle about that thought.
Deep inside Amy swore that what ever would happen she would someday return to the restaurant for another meal... but then she would go there accompanied by a cute guy.
The End
