wolffeeder
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~BBW. Imagery. ~SWG - A friendly FA accepts a pickup request from a growing girl
Chapter One
I was pumping gas when she walked up.
"Can you give me a ride?" she inquired.
"I don't know. Where are you going?" I responded..
"Fairchance," she said, not supplyiong ay details of why she neexed to get here or why my aid was needed.
"I'm headed that way." I answered. "How do I know you're not some kind of serial killer or something? You're not supposed to pick up hitchhikers..."
"Maybe I should ask you the same thing..."she countered.
"I'm not too dangerous, and you're the one that's asking for the ride," I noted.
She was about five foot seven, easy to look at, and her clothes were tight enough that I couldn't see a gun. She looked at me forlornly but said nothing more.
"Ok." I finally agreed.
She lifted the lower part of her shirt to show an empty waistband, and a very slight roll over her belt like she had just gained some weight and hadn't updated her wardrobe.
I shut off the pump, opened the door, "Ok, get in. There are donuts on the seat."
She was halfway through the first donut when I got in.
After donut number 4, she said, "I probably shouldn't eat these, but they do taste good and its been awhuile since I've eaten.."
"Go ahead and finish them if you want, I'm going to stop at McDonalds in the next town and get something," I answered.
"McDonalds? Maybe I should get something to balance out this sugar..." she said. I didn't know wther she expected to pay or thought I would. I decided to ply along.
"If you finish off that last donut, I'll get something," I promised like an indulgent father.
She put her hand to her stomach, and tried to pull her shirt back down, but it slid back up. She was quiet for a few moments, then the remainder of the last donut disappeared between her lips.
Soon we reached the town and I pulled in to Mickly D's to fulfill my promise. I ordered a couple biscuits, coke and an apple pie for me. I ordered her a couple biscuits, two hash browns, two breakfast burritos, and a large tea.
After the first biscuit, she asked if I had a rubber band so she could put it around the button on her shorts to make some room.
Twenty minutes later, she had finished the food and reached with some hesitancy to her belly.
"I feel like I'm going to explode", she said. She sounded more like she was reporting than complaining.
Her shorts were gapped open at the waist. Her shirt may as well have been a halter top. I made no comment. Fifteen minutes later, we arrived in Fairchance.
"Thanks for the ride. You can let me out by the Library," she said.
I pulled up to the curb beside the Library. She opened the door, and struggled a but to get out. She shut the door, and slowly made her way down the sidewalk.
I wondered if our paths would cross again.
(Continued in post 3 of this thread)
The Ride
by Wolffeeder
by Wolffeeder
Chapter One
I was pumping gas when she walked up.
"Can you give me a ride?" she inquired.
"I don't know. Where are you going?" I responded..
"Fairchance," she said, not supplyiong ay details of why she neexed to get here or why my aid was needed.
"I'm headed that way." I answered. "How do I know you're not some kind of serial killer or something? You're not supposed to pick up hitchhikers..."
"Maybe I should ask you the same thing..."she countered.
"I'm not too dangerous, and you're the one that's asking for the ride," I noted.
She was about five foot seven, easy to look at, and her clothes were tight enough that I couldn't see a gun. She looked at me forlornly but said nothing more.
"Ok." I finally agreed.
She lifted the lower part of her shirt to show an empty waistband, and a very slight roll over her belt like she had just gained some weight and hadn't updated her wardrobe.
I shut off the pump, opened the door, "Ok, get in. There are donuts on the seat."
She was halfway through the first donut when I got in.
After donut number 4, she said, "I probably shouldn't eat these, but they do taste good and its been awhuile since I've eaten.."
"Go ahead and finish them if you want, I'm going to stop at McDonalds in the next town and get something," I answered.
"McDonalds? Maybe I should get something to balance out this sugar..." she said. I didn't know wther she expected to pay or thought I would. I decided to ply along.
"If you finish off that last donut, I'll get something," I promised like an indulgent father.
She put her hand to her stomach, and tried to pull her shirt back down, but it slid back up. She was quiet for a few moments, then the remainder of the last donut disappeared between her lips.
Soon we reached the town and I pulled in to Mickly D's to fulfill my promise. I ordered a couple biscuits, coke and an apple pie for me. I ordered her a couple biscuits, two hash browns, two breakfast burritos, and a large tea.
After the first biscuit, she asked if I had a rubber band so she could put it around the button on her shorts to make some room.
Twenty minutes later, she had finished the food and reached with some hesitancy to her belly.
"I feel like I'm going to explode", she said. She sounded more like she was reporting than complaining.
Her shorts were gapped open at the waist. Her shirt may as well have been a halter top. I made no comment. Fifteen minutes later, we arrived in Fairchance.
"Thanks for the ride. You can let me out by the Library," she said.
I pulled up to the curb beside the Library. She opened the door, and struggled a but to get out. She shut the door, and slowly made her way down the sidewalk.
I wondered if our paths would cross again.
(Continued in post 3 of this thread)
