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Little Big Eater - 3/3
🕑 Added 2023-08-02 13:00:07 +0000 UTC
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Contains: Breast Expansion as Weight Gain, Stuffing
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Little Big Eater - 03
After the Renn fair, we go across town to Fujiyama: a conveyor belt sushi restaurant. Since there is no waiting for food, I don’t get much chance to talk to Gabi— she starts pulling sushi rolls, edamame, and gyoza off the belt right away. She eats everything with her hands.
G: “Chopsticks slow me down.”
Ben whispers.
B: “She’s just real bad at using them.”
G: “I heard that!”
Fujiyama isn’t a sponsor, but I highly recommend them if you want high-quality sushi.
B: “You’re probably wondering how much this one eats?”
Ben volunteers while the two of us are still eating.
V: “It’s on my list to ask, but she’s been a little busy.”
Ben chuckles at that, then considers.
B: “Hmm… well, she doesn’t track calories like I do, but when we got together, she usually put away twice as much as me, and it’s even more than that now, so I’d say around 30k.”
Ben looks thoughtful again.
B: “Though there was one time…”
V: “Go on…”
B: “Well, one Saturday, I made her get up extra early to go on a hike up at the State Park. She’d skipped dinner the day before.”
V: “That doesn’t sound like her.”
B: “I think she had one of those stomach bugs. Whatever I suggested made her feel nauseous, so she’d had nothing but saltines and 7–up all afternoon. I was going to skip the hike, but the next morning she was back to her usual self, so we went for it anyway.”
V: “And how did that go?”
B: “Oh, the hike went great. If you get all the way to the top, there’s a great view back down into the city.”
V: “I’ll have to check it out sometime.”
B: “It’s worth it, for sure. Anyway, by the time we got back to the car, Gabi’s stomach was grumbling so loud I think she was scaring away the birds. We hit up ‘Ruth’s’ for breakfast, and she basically spent the whole day eating.”
V: “Kind of like today?”
Ben looks over at Gabi, who has a small plate of sushi resting on each breast as they spread across the small table. She uses her fingers to pop rolls into her mouth one at a time, making a happy little wiggle with each bite.
B: “Oh, today has been above average for sure, but still nothing compared to that day. By my best guess, she put away over forty thousand calories after that hike.”
V: “Two or three times your own daily average; that’s quite a lot.”
B: “For sure.”
We both take a moment to reflect on those numbers.
V: “So what’s next for Ben and Gabi? To borrow a clichéd expression — is there a ring in your future?”
B: “Ha! Well, we’ve agreed to wait until after graduation to get married, but I—”
Ben glances over at Gabi to see if she’s listening. She seems engrossed in one plate of spicy crab maki and another of ‘dragon’ rolls.
B: “…I’m still working out the best way to propose. It’ll probably involve a really big dinner.”
I laugh in agreement.
V: “Do the two of you have career prospects?”
B: “I’ve had an internship every summer with Dyna–Corp, and they’ve all but promised me a job after graduation. Gabi’s still looking, but she’s not in a big hurry.”
V: “She’s majoring in Communications, is that right?”
B: “Yeah. I think she’s hoping to get something remote — PR management or some other kind of office thing.”
V: “Lots of people working remotely these days. I myself only go into the office a few days a month.”
B: “Yeah, and Gabi wants to avoid anything too public or too physically demanding.”
V: “Of course.”
Content warning for this next bit of the interview. Skip ahead a few lines if you’re of a sensitive disposition.
V: “Not to be indelicate, but has she considered something more… performative?”
B: “What, like an OnlyFans?”
G: “‘Get spicy photos and videos of Gabi! All–natural 36W-cup! Only twenty bucks a month! Exclusive content available to purchase!’”
It seems Gabi is finally nearing the end of her all–day meal. The plates she’s eating now are some dessert sushi and mochi ice. The restaurant has slots the empty plates go into, so I can’t say for sure how many of them she’s pulled off the belt and picked clean. It’s at least in the high thirties.
G: “I’ve thought about it, but it’s not really my jam, you know?”
I’m stuck on something Gabi just said.
V: “Did you say W?”
Gabi laughs.
G: “That’s right. I have to get all my bras custom-made. This one’s already getting tight, though. I’m not sure what Sherri will say when I run out of letters!”
I confess, dear readers, that I was stunned. I’ll save you the “math story problem” — Gabi’s breasts are twenty–three inches larger than her torso. Only three inches to go before she runs out of letters! And if you’ve followed along up to this point, you know that Gabi has grown nearly four cup sizes a year since starting college. I think I speak for all my readers when I say we’ll be looking forward to the very custom wedding dress she’ll be wearing in a year or two.
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After dinner, we go out for ice cream, of course. Ben and I each have simple cones with three scoops, while Gabi adds a banana split, a sundae, and a milkshake to her order.
V: “Ben, Gabi, I want to thank you both for taking the time to spend the day with me.”
B: “It’s our pleasure, Val.”
Gabi murmurs her agreement through a mouthful of ice cream.
V: “On behalf of my readers and the entire ‘Ample Appetites’ community, I can say we’ll be watching your careers with great interest.”
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Valerie Vickers has been a columnist at Ample Appetites since 2018. Val originated in central Ohio but now lives on the City’s North side, where the restaurants are more diverse. She has two dogs and enjoys afternoons on the beach and good meals shared with friends. Particularly meals she’s prepared and friends with healthy appetites.
This article was sponsored by Ruth’s Pancake House, Johnny’s Burgers, and Mary’s Ice Cream Parlor.
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Epilogue
I stood at my stove, intermittently stirring the red sauce while two timers ticked off. One timer was for the spaghetti boiling in my largest stew pot, the other for two baking sheets lined with rows of golfball-size meatballs in the oven. I’d been cooking for hours. My back and feet should have been aching, but I felt too damn good to care.
“Hey, how’s it going in here?” Ben’s voice came from the kitchen doorway.
“I’ve got more garlic bread ready to go. You mind stirring this sauce while I take it in?”
“Sure thing. You’re the chef. It’d be a shame for you not to get to appreciate all your hard work.”
“Thanks, Ben.”
“Anytime, Val.”
The towering young man swatted my ass as I carried out the garlic bread tray. If Gabi noticed my burning red face, she didn’t remark on it.
“This might be –homf– the best risotto I’ve ever –ulp– had, Val.”
“I’m glad you like it, Gabi.”
I took a moment to appreciate the sight. Gabi sat at my little dining room table, gargantuan chest spread across its surface, shoveling my food between her lips like there was no tomorrow. Between her very erotic moans and the sight of her rampant gluttony and greed, I was glad to be wearing a loose skirt so that the young couple couldn’t see my sopping wet panties.
“I have some garlic bread to tide you over; the spaghetti is almost done.”
“–Mmpf– awesome…”
Gabi’s small hand reached greedily for the pan. I balanced it on top of one massive breast, miles of cleavage showing in her skin–tight tank top. It was like a fantasy come to life.
Well, half a fantasy. The other half was standing in my kitchen. Reluctantly, I left the sight of little Gabi feeding her massive tits and returned to the kitchen. I took a moment to appreciate Ben’s tight ass and the thick muscles of his arms as he stirred the sauce.
“Your girl in there is quite the eater,” I said.
“Ha! You spent a whole day watching her eat last weekend, remember?”
I stepped up beside him, nudging him away from the stove with my hip. Electricity seemed to spark when our bodies touched.
“Yeah, I know. But it’s different when it’s my food she’s eating.”
“I know, right?”
I wondered just how much food it would take to satisfy the girl. Spaghetti was the last of my signature Italian dishes. She’d already devoured the lasagna, carbonara, fettuccini, and baked ziti and was nearly done with the risotto. I was determined to keep going, though, until Gabi was full or until I ran out of food, whichever came first.
Ben stepped around behind me to watch over my shoulder. I could swear I felt heat radiating off him, though that might have been the steam from the pasta.
“You know, Val…” Ben said softly, laying one big hand on my shoulder, “I don’t think I’ve ever helped anyone cook who wasn’t my mom.”
“I’m old enough to be your mom.” I blurted. Hopefully, Ben couldn’t see my ears turn red. The heat I was feeling now had nothing to do with the contents of my stove.
“Pfft. You’re not that much older than us.”
Ben’s hand crept lower, resting on the small of my back. I couldn’t suppress the shiver that ran through my whole body.
“Hey, I’m curious about something…” I began slowly.
“Hmm?”
I considered spinning around to face him, but I chickened out.
“All that weight lifting… you’re not –uh– compensating… for anything, are you?”
Ben put two strong hands on my hips and pulled our bodies together. Even through multiple layers of clothes, I could tell — he was not compensating for anything.
“How’s it coming in there!?”
Gabi’s voice came from the other room, and my backside felt suddenly cold as Ben stepped away to poke his head out of the doorway.
“Almost ready, babe. You need anything? More wine?”
“You two better not be getting started without me!” I heard Gabi say.
“Aww, don’t be like that, Gabs. Val and I are just getting warmed up while you finish dinner. Right, Val?”
My voice cracked as I mumbled, “mmhmm!”
“Bennnn!” Gabi whined. “You said we were gonna share!”
“We will, babe, we will. Unless you’re full and ready to go now?”
Silence hung in the air. I could almost picture the ridiculously busty girl’s mental turmoil as she debated between her insatiable appetite and more… carnal pleasure. The timers went off, so I drained the pasta, pulled the meatballs, and mixed everything together in the huge pot.
I pushed past Ben, nearly grunting with the effort of carrying enough spaghetti and meatballs to feed twenty people.
“Spaghetti is ready!”
Ben helped me hold the pot in range of Gabi so she could reach her fork inside and swirl up a mouthful of pasta and sauce.
“–Hmmmm!–” She moaned. “We nee’ to do this mo’ of’en.”
“Don’t talk with your mouth full, babe.”
Ben’s hand stroked my back, drifting lower each time. I mustered a little confidence and rested my free hand on his thigh. Gabi grew impatient and reached for the huge pot.
“Here, gimme that.”
She perched the pot on her magnificent mounds and tipped it forward so she could reach inside.
“There. Now you both have an extra hand free. I don’t want to be the only one at this party not getting touched.”
The rest of dinner was a blur. I remember Ben’s strong fingers inside me while I had a mouth on one of Gabi’s nipples. I remember stroking his impressive manhood while he fingered his girlfriend. Eventually, Gabi finished eating, and the three of us relocated to my bed. Sometime later, we all lay in the bed, breathing hard. Gabi on her back, with Ben and I on either side, glancing at each other over the caramel mountains of Gabi’s breasts.
My hand rested on Gabi’s stuffed belly, and I felt it rumble beneath my fingers.
“I have some pies… if you’re ready for dessert?” I whispered.
“I’m gonna outgrow that bra before the night’s over,” Gabi said in a low, sultry voice.
“Is that a no?”
“…No.”
I climbed out of bed, and Ben followed me. “I’ll help you with those, Val.”
I spun around, coming face to face with his bare chest, and craned my neck to meet his eyes. “Call me Miss Vickers.”
Ben put his hand on my back and bent to kiss my neck, my whole body arched like a cat, and I rose up on my toes with pleasure.
“Will you two quit fooling around and get me those pies? I’m wasting away over here!”
Ben stepped over to kiss his girlfriend. “Coming right up, babe.”
“After dessert, another round?” Gabi asked.
“Already?” I sputtered.
“You bet your sweet ass, Miss Vickers.” Ben smirked.
It was a good thing I had the day off because none of us got much sleep.
