Growing Girl
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SSBBW, Fantasy Eating, Stuffing, ~XWG - an unexplained encounter with a new dimension
Hannah had left college without the qualifications she wanted, without a boyfriend and utterly broke. She felt down. Everyone told her that she was bright, that she was attractive, and that she'd do well. She tried to live up to their expectations, but she never really felt right. She was slim, sure, even bony, with short black hair and small breasts. A bit of a boyish look, but by accident rather than design. Come to think of it, she probably didn't help by wearing pants and t-shirts at every opportunity.
After college, Hannah took the first job she was offered - a dull office job, doing some basic finance. Within a week of starting, she was sent off on a training course in a small town upstate. It was quite a drive, so she travelled up the night before, wearing some comfortable pants and a pink t-shirt. As an afterthought, she put on some sexy black underwear - a little secret to make her feel a bit more feminine.
She drove up the night before, and checked in at the cheap hotel the company were paying for. She seemed to be the only one there, and even though it was half nine in the evening, the hotel bar was closed. The woman on the reception desk could only offer her a bag of potato chips. Hannah felt that she could do with a proper meal, so the receptionist directed her around the corner to the "Hungry Diner". "An all-night place", she mentioned, somewhat superfluously. The name seemed rather appropriate to Hannah.
It was one of those old places that seem to do a bit of everything. There was a big menu covering every style of American and Mexican food - at pretty good prices - and a salad bar at the side, for healthy diners. Hannah usually ate small, healthy portions, but tonight she fancied something a bit more substantial. To her surprise, there was a helpful waiter by the door, who gave her a table and took her order. Presumably there was a chef out back, but for the moment, she and him seemed to be the only two around.
Hannah sat down and began to eat. A bowl of soup for starters, with a bread roll on the side. For her main course, she had a rack of ribs covered in BBQ sauce - some of the sauce dribbled down her chin, and she wiped it off with her napkin.
The waiter came over and asked her about dessert. She was about to say no, but on a second thought it sounded more appealing, She asked for the menu. She ordered a chocolate sundae, and when it turned up, it was large and covered in thick, gooey sauce. She ate it all and licked her spoon clean.
It had been a good meal, and she should have been stuffed. She was stuffed - she could feel the tightness of her pants - but she also felt hungrier than when she came in. She called the waiter over, and asked if she might also have the cheeseboard. It was duly brought, and there was plenty on it - five different cheeses, and a small basket of breads to go with it. There was no way that she'd finish it. And yet, once she'd started, she ploughed straight through. It was very tasty - and rather moreish. She'd just had a large meal, but felt like she could have another.
The waiter came over. He tactfully suggested that perhaps Madam would like a trip to the salad bar. Hannah agreed - she could get a bowl of healthy food. That way, she thought, she could fill herself up without looking like a pig. She got up, and immediately noticed the button on her pants digging in. She glanced down, and saw her stomach just poking out of the bottom of her t-shirt. No problem, she thought, I may be a little bloated right now, but a little flesh is cute.
She went over to the salad bar and filled up a bowl. Healthy salad with healthy pasta - she couldn't go wrong - at least until she started on the sauces. They all looked so good, so she put on a little of each of them. Trouble was, a little of six different sauces added up to a lot of unhealthy dressing! Never mind, she thought, I shouldn't feel like I can't go a bit wild once in a while.
She sat back down at the table and ate the salad in double quick time. The helpful waiter came over and reminded her that, as she was paying for the salad anyway, should she wish, she was welcome to refills. She took advantage of this and raced up for another bowl, this time drenching it with the two sauces she'd found tastiest. She wolfed it down, and went for another, the same. As she was about to get up for a fourth bowl, she heard her pants creak and realised how bloated her stomach was. Her t-shirt was rising up and revealing a couple of inches of flesh. She'd be a lot more comfortable if she just undid the button on her pants, but couldn't do that until after she got that extra bowl.
The ever-helpful waiter reappeared and solved her dilemma. "I wonder", he asked, "whether Madam would care to sample one of our fine pizzas?"
An excellent plan! She ordered a meat feast, with an extra large garlic bread to munch while she was waiting, and quietly undid the button on her pants, to take the strain off them. It must have taken ten minutes to arrive, by which time she'd finished the garlic bread. Aware of this, the waiter brought another, with the pizza - and the pizza looked like a 12" one. Normally, she'd not even have considered one on an empty stomach, but now, she was aware that she had to eat - she felt so hungry!
Hannah finished the pizza and garlic bread inside ten minutes, but it really wasn't enough. What did they put in this food? However much she ate, it just didn't fill her up. If it didn't taste so good, she'd leave and get something on the way back to her room - but it tasted so good! The waiter appeared with another pizza - this one even larger, probably a 15". She half-assumed it was for someone else in the restaurant, but looking around, noticed that she was still the only customer. But it was only half eleven, and in an all-night place, there wouldn't be any problem with ordering some more. She turned to call the waiter over, but he was already beside her. "I took the liberty, Madam, of bringing you..." She shut him up - of course this was what she wanted!
She stuffed the pizza down, only to see the waiter bring a third - "18 inches, Madam, with all the toppings". Excellent! She may have felt as hungry as when she came in, but this was delicious, and she knew that she'd finish it in double-quick time. Halfway through, she just had to break off to visit the bathroom. She realised that she couldn't do her pants up again. But what the hell - she was the only diner there, so she could just hold them up. She freshened up, and caught sight of herself in the mirror. A couple of minutes away from the table, and she no longer looked stuffed - the food seemed to be turning to fat!
Her stomach now jutted out some way and wobbled when she moved. Her thighs were bigger, and also wobbled. Her face looked rounder. Her bra was getting uncomfortable - trying to adjust it, she realised that her breasts were also growing.
She sat back down and finished the pizza. So, she was overeating a little tonight. Of course she was bloated. But the fat must be in her mind. In fact, the best way to show herself that she was worrying unnecessarily might be to have some dessert. She only half-remembered that she'd already had a dessert several courses ago. As she was finishing the pizza, the waiter reappeared with a tray of cakes. "Would Madam like..?" he began. Madam would like. Madam would like all the cakes. A quick count - two different mousses, an apple pie, and a large gateau. The waiter knew what she meant, and left the tray for her.
She tucked in and ate as she never had before. This would prove that she wasn't fattening up. When she finished the cakes, she'd be stuffed - wouldn't be able to eat another thing - but she wouldn't have put on any fat. First, she spooned up the mousses, licking the bowls clean. She picked up the apple pie and devoured it in six bites. A little apple sauce ran down her chin, but there was no time to worry about that. She worked her way through the gateau, forking up huge pieces; crumbs falling over the table and over herself.
She'd just eaten an entire tray of cakes. And did she feel any fuller? Maybe a little? Maybe? She got up, remembering at the last moment to hold her pants up (good job she'd worn those sexy black knickers tonight) and waddled to the bathroom. If she had felt any fuller, the short walk had worked it off. She looked in the mirror. God! She was developing a double chin - and it was covered in apple sauce! Her breasts were definitely quite a bit larger, and they were pulling her t-shirt up, which was dotted with cake crumbs. This was exposing her growing belly a couple of inches about the navel. Her thighs were now straining against her pants. She turned round - yes, her butt was now also big. Something wasn't right. It was time to go back to the hotel to sleep. It would all make sense in the morning.
She strolled back to her table, where the waiter had already left a platter of garlic mushrooms and a bottle of Coke. Actually, she should just eat these before she left. She downed half the bottle and ate the mushrooms by the handful. Her shoes felt tight, so she eased them off. Checking that no-one was looking (nope, still the only one there), she undid her bra strap to free up her growing breasts and subtly removed it, stuffing the bra in her purse. She jumped when the waiter reappeared. "Don't worry Madam, please make yourself comfortable. In the meantime, have you tried our burgers?" She hadn't, and right now, she couldn't think of anything she'd rather do. The waiter reappeared seconds later with three burgers - they couldn't have been quarter pounders or even half pounders - surely they both had a whole pound of meat! He also brought a tray of French fries and another of onion rings. She tucked in, eating with abandon. Five minutes later, with grease smeared round her mouth and over her hands, she had finished.
The waiter brought over five glasses, each with a chocolate sundae twice the size of the one she had eaten some hours previously. He also brought three bottles of Coke to slake her thirst. All thoughts of leaving forgotten, she ate them, one after another. The large quantities of Coke inspired another trip to the bathroom, and she looked in the mirror again. It would have surprised her a few hours earlier, but she liked what she saw. A plump face, covered in food residues, big double chin with a third developing. Her t-shirt, stretched to its limits, now only just covered her big breasts, while her mound of a stomach lay exposed beneath. It would have been a joke to suggest doing up her pants now, which were straining at the seams, so round were her thighs, while her butt was beginning to emerge from their top. She liked it. She liked her new curves and she loved the idea that she was growing further.
By the time she returned to the table, she was ravenous. Six large tortillas were waiting, surrounding a bowl of nachos, covered in guacamole, sour cream and BBQ sauce. This felt like a snack! As she was grabbing the last few crumbs, she felt a seam on her pants go. There was nothing for it but to ease them off. The place was empty, and besides, under the table, no-one could see what she was wearing.
As course followed course, she grew fatter and fatter. By four in the morning, sat in her pants and a t-shirt that no longer fully covered her breasts, she must have weighed almost 400 pounds. The waiter came over. "Madam - I hope that this is not out of place, but I have noticed that you are eating as fast as we are able to cook for you." She nodded, chewing a chicken leg. What was wrong with that? He continued, "if you would really like to feel full, perhaps you might try some food from this machine?" She didn't know what the machine was, and doubted that the food would taste as good as that from the kitchen, but what the hey - she was hungry enough to try it.
The waiter attached a tube to a large vat of chocolate. He gestured that she should place the tube in her mouth. When she did so, he turned it on, and a trickle of chocolate flowed down, into her stomach. Tasty! She looked for the controls, and turned the machine up. Time to get full.
Not having to chew made eating so much easier. As she piled on ever more weight, she finally began to fill up. She barely noticed her chair collapse, or her t-shirt and finally her knickers split and fall off. Finally, by seven, with the sun in the sky, she'd had enough. She turned off the machine - now almost empty and looked down at herself - a naked mound of flesh. Her huge breasts rested on a vast stomach, which spilled over her massive thighs and onto the floor. She must have weighed 750 pounds. She felt satiated and hugely proud of her new body.
The waiter re-appeared. She mumbled that she would not be needing another course and looked for her purse, to pay. The waiter replied that, for her, there would be no charge. With great effort, the waiter helped Hannah to her feet and found her an extra-large apron to wear. He directed her back to her hotel, wondering if she would be recognized at the desk. As she squeezed through the door, she called out, "Are you open again tonight?"
The Hungry Diner
by Growing Girl
by Growing Girl
Hannah had left college without the qualifications she wanted, without a boyfriend and utterly broke. She felt down. Everyone told her that she was bright, that she was attractive, and that she'd do well. She tried to live up to their expectations, but she never really felt right. She was slim, sure, even bony, with short black hair and small breasts. A bit of a boyish look, but by accident rather than design. Come to think of it, she probably didn't help by wearing pants and t-shirts at every opportunity.
After college, Hannah took the first job she was offered - a dull office job, doing some basic finance. Within a week of starting, she was sent off on a training course in a small town upstate. It was quite a drive, so she travelled up the night before, wearing some comfortable pants and a pink t-shirt. As an afterthought, she put on some sexy black underwear - a little secret to make her feel a bit more feminine.
She drove up the night before, and checked in at the cheap hotel the company were paying for. She seemed to be the only one there, and even though it was half nine in the evening, the hotel bar was closed. The woman on the reception desk could only offer her a bag of potato chips. Hannah felt that she could do with a proper meal, so the receptionist directed her around the corner to the "Hungry Diner". "An all-night place", she mentioned, somewhat superfluously. The name seemed rather appropriate to Hannah.
It was one of those old places that seem to do a bit of everything. There was a big menu covering every style of American and Mexican food - at pretty good prices - and a salad bar at the side, for healthy diners. Hannah usually ate small, healthy portions, but tonight she fancied something a bit more substantial. To her surprise, there was a helpful waiter by the door, who gave her a table and took her order. Presumably there was a chef out back, but for the moment, she and him seemed to be the only two around.
Hannah sat down and began to eat. A bowl of soup for starters, with a bread roll on the side. For her main course, she had a rack of ribs covered in BBQ sauce - some of the sauce dribbled down her chin, and she wiped it off with her napkin.
The waiter came over and asked her about dessert. She was about to say no, but on a second thought it sounded more appealing, She asked for the menu. She ordered a chocolate sundae, and when it turned up, it was large and covered in thick, gooey sauce. She ate it all and licked her spoon clean.
It had been a good meal, and she should have been stuffed. She was stuffed - she could feel the tightness of her pants - but she also felt hungrier than when she came in. She called the waiter over, and asked if she might also have the cheeseboard. It was duly brought, and there was plenty on it - five different cheeses, and a small basket of breads to go with it. There was no way that she'd finish it. And yet, once she'd started, she ploughed straight through. It was very tasty - and rather moreish. She'd just had a large meal, but felt like she could have another.
The waiter came over. He tactfully suggested that perhaps Madam would like a trip to the salad bar. Hannah agreed - she could get a bowl of healthy food. That way, she thought, she could fill herself up without looking like a pig. She got up, and immediately noticed the button on her pants digging in. She glanced down, and saw her stomach just poking out of the bottom of her t-shirt. No problem, she thought, I may be a little bloated right now, but a little flesh is cute.
She went over to the salad bar and filled up a bowl. Healthy salad with healthy pasta - she couldn't go wrong - at least until she started on the sauces. They all looked so good, so she put on a little of each of them. Trouble was, a little of six different sauces added up to a lot of unhealthy dressing! Never mind, she thought, I shouldn't feel like I can't go a bit wild once in a while.
She sat back down at the table and ate the salad in double quick time. The helpful waiter came over and reminded her that, as she was paying for the salad anyway, should she wish, she was welcome to refills. She took advantage of this and raced up for another bowl, this time drenching it with the two sauces she'd found tastiest. She wolfed it down, and went for another, the same. As she was about to get up for a fourth bowl, she heard her pants creak and realised how bloated her stomach was. Her t-shirt was rising up and revealing a couple of inches of flesh. She'd be a lot more comfortable if she just undid the button on her pants, but couldn't do that until after she got that extra bowl.
The ever-helpful waiter reappeared and solved her dilemma. "I wonder", he asked, "whether Madam would care to sample one of our fine pizzas?"
An excellent plan! She ordered a meat feast, with an extra large garlic bread to munch while she was waiting, and quietly undid the button on her pants, to take the strain off them. It must have taken ten minutes to arrive, by which time she'd finished the garlic bread. Aware of this, the waiter brought another, with the pizza - and the pizza looked like a 12" one. Normally, she'd not even have considered one on an empty stomach, but now, she was aware that she had to eat - she felt so hungry!
Hannah finished the pizza and garlic bread inside ten minutes, but it really wasn't enough. What did they put in this food? However much she ate, it just didn't fill her up. If it didn't taste so good, she'd leave and get something on the way back to her room - but it tasted so good! The waiter appeared with another pizza - this one even larger, probably a 15". She half-assumed it was for someone else in the restaurant, but looking around, noticed that she was still the only customer. But it was only half eleven, and in an all-night place, there wouldn't be any problem with ordering some more. She turned to call the waiter over, but he was already beside her. "I took the liberty, Madam, of bringing you..." She shut him up - of course this was what she wanted!
She stuffed the pizza down, only to see the waiter bring a third - "18 inches, Madam, with all the toppings". Excellent! She may have felt as hungry as when she came in, but this was delicious, and she knew that she'd finish it in double-quick time. Halfway through, she just had to break off to visit the bathroom. She realised that she couldn't do her pants up again. But what the hell - she was the only diner there, so she could just hold them up. She freshened up, and caught sight of herself in the mirror. A couple of minutes away from the table, and she no longer looked stuffed - the food seemed to be turning to fat!
Her stomach now jutted out some way and wobbled when she moved. Her thighs were bigger, and also wobbled. Her face looked rounder. Her bra was getting uncomfortable - trying to adjust it, she realised that her breasts were also growing.
She sat back down and finished the pizza. So, she was overeating a little tonight. Of course she was bloated. But the fat must be in her mind. In fact, the best way to show herself that she was worrying unnecessarily might be to have some dessert. She only half-remembered that she'd already had a dessert several courses ago. As she was finishing the pizza, the waiter reappeared with a tray of cakes. "Would Madam like..?" he began. Madam would like. Madam would like all the cakes. A quick count - two different mousses, an apple pie, and a large gateau. The waiter knew what she meant, and left the tray for her.
She tucked in and ate as she never had before. This would prove that she wasn't fattening up. When she finished the cakes, she'd be stuffed - wouldn't be able to eat another thing - but she wouldn't have put on any fat. First, she spooned up the mousses, licking the bowls clean. She picked up the apple pie and devoured it in six bites. A little apple sauce ran down her chin, but there was no time to worry about that. She worked her way through the gateau, forking up huge pieces; crumbs falling over the table and over herself.
She'd just eaten an entire tray of cakes. And did she feel any fuller? Maybe a little? Maybe? She got up, remembering at the last moment to hold her pants up (good job she'd worn those sexy black knickers tonight) and waddled to the bathroom. If she had felt any fuller, the short walk had worked it off. She looked in the mirror. God! She was developing a double chin - and it was covered in apple sauce! Her breasts were definitely quite a bit larger, and they were pulling her t-shirt up, which was dotted with cake crumbs. This was exposing her growing belly a couple of inches about the navel. Her thighs were now straining against her pants. She turned round - yes, her butt was now also big. Something wasn't right. It was time to go back to the hotel to sleep. It would all make sense in the morning.
She strolled back to her table, where the waiter had already left a platter of garlic mushrooms and a bottle of Coke. Actually, she should just eat these before she left. She downed half the bottle and ate the mushrooms by the handful. Her shoes felt tight, so she eased them off. Checking that no-one was looking (nope, still the only one there), she undid her bra strap to free up her growing breasts and subtly removed it, stuffing the bra in her purse. She jumped when the waiter reappeared. "Don't worry Madam, please make yourself comfortable. In the meantime, have you tried our burgers?" She hadn't, and right now, she couldn't think of anything she'd rather do. The waiter reappeared seconds later with three burgers - they couldn't have been quarter pounders or even half pounders - surely they both had a whole pound of meat! He also brought a tray of French fries and another of onion rings. She tucked in, eating with abandon. Five minutes later, with grease smeared round her mouth and over her hands, she had finished.
The waiter brought over five glasses, each with a chocolate sundae twice the size of the one she had eaten some hours previously. He also brought three bottles of Coke to slake her thirst. All thoughts of leaving forgotten, she ate them, one after another. The large quantities of Coke inspired another trip to the bathroom, and she looked in the mirror again. It would have surprised her a few hours earlier, but she liked what she saw. A plump face, covered in food residues, big double chin with a third developing. Her t-shirt, stretched to its limits, now only just covered her big breasts, while her mound of a stomach lay exposed beneath. It would have been a joke to suggest doing up her pants now, which were straining at the seams, so round were her thighs, while her butt was beginning to emerge from their top. She liked it. She liked her new curves and she loved the idea that she was growing further.
By the time she returned to the table, she was ravenous. Six large tortillas were waiting, surrounding a bowl of nachos, covered in guacamole, sour cream and BBQ sauce. This felt like a snack! As she was grabbing the last few crumbs, she felt a seam on her pants go. There was nothing for it but to ease them off. The place was empty, and besides, under the table, no-one could see what she was wearing.
As course followed course, she grew fatter and fatter. By four in the morning, sat in her pants and a t-shirt that no longer fully covered her breasts, she must have weighed almost 400 pounds. The waiter came over. "Madam - I hope that this is not out of place, but I have noticed that you are eating as fast as we are able to cook for you." She nodded, chewing a chicken leg. What was wrong with that? He continued, "if you would really like to feel full, perhaps you might try some food from this machine?" She didn't know what the machine was, and doubted that the food would taste as good as that from the kitchen, but what the hey - she was hungry enough to try it.
The waiter attached a tube to a large vat of chocolate. He gestured that she should place the tube in her mouth. When she did so, he turned it on, and a trickle of chocolate flowed down, into her stomach. Tasty! She looked for the controls, and turned the machine up. Time to get full.
Not having to chew made eating so much easier. As she piled on ever more weight, she finally began to fill up. She barely noticed her chair collapse, or her t-shirt and finally her knickers split and fall off. Finally, by seven, with the sun in the sky, she'd had enough. She turned off the machine - now almost empty and looked down at herself - a naked mound of flesh. Her huge breasts rested on a vast stomach, which spilled over her massive thighs and onto the floor. She must have weighed 750 pounds. She felt satiated and hugely proud of her new body.
The waiter re-appeared. She mumbled that she would not be needing another course and looked for her purse, to pay. The waiter replied that, for her, there would be no charge. With great effort, the waiter helped Hannah to her feet and found her an extra-large apron to wear. He directed her back to her hotel, wondering if she would be recognized at the desk. As she squeezed through the door, she called out, "Are you open again tonight?"
