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Little Big Eater - 1/3
🕑 Added 2023-06-07 13:00:03 +0000 UTC
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Contains: Breast Expansion as Weight Gain, Stuffing
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Little Big Eater
Part 1 of 3
The story of Ben and Gabi’s love. For each other. And for food.
By Valerie Vickers
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Hello, again, dear readers. I have been getting a lot of emails and DMs requesting I do a story about Gabi ever since her photos appeared on the Ample Appetites message boards. Well, I was finally able to arrange an interview. I spent the day on a citywide tour with Gabi and her boyfriend, Ben, visiting many of their favorite places to eat. (Luckily for AA’s budget and my continued employment, several of these establishments are sponsors with special offers for our readers. I will note these at the end, so please be sure to give them your business if you are able.)
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My day with Benjamin and Gabriela (Ben and Gabi) begins at Ruth’s Pancake House. If you have seen Gabi’s photos, you know the young woman cuts quite an impressive figure. What is less evident in the pictures is the vast height difference between the couple. I am 5’8 myself, and Ben towers over me. As we sit down, Gabi is kind enough to answer my first question before I can ask— she is 5’1, or just under 155cm. Ben is 6’4, or 193cm.
V: “Let’s get the other numbers questions out of the way. How much do you both weigh?”
G: “Coming out swinging, eh Miss Vickers?”
V: “It is the big question our readers keep asking. And please, call me Val.”
G: “Alright, Val. Well, sorry to disappoint your readers, but I don’t know the exact number. It’s somewhere in the 180s, I think.” (80kg)
B: “226 for me.” (102kg)
At this point, our server arrives. Since I know many of you appreciate these details, Gabi orders five pancake combo platters, and Ben gets three. These are plates with three pancakes, two eggs, hashbrowns, sausage, and bacon. I content myself with a western omelet.
V: “You mentioned we would be visiting several memorable places during today’s interview. Tell me about this one.”
G: “This is where we had our first date.”
B: “Second date.”
G: “We disagree on this. I count it as our first date because we came here alone. Ben thinks the time a few days before — we met up for lunch with another couple — was our first date.”
It is clear from their tones that this disagreement is a friendly one.
V: “I believe that is another stop on our itinerary.”
B: “That’s right, Val, we went to Johnny’s on our first date.”
Ben winks teasingly at Gabi.
G: “It’s one of our favorite places; we still go there about once a month.”
My food and the first of theirs arrive then, so we pause the interview while we eat. The couple digs into their food with gusto. I barely have time to finish half of my omelet before their plates are clean and the staff brings out the second round. Throughout our breakfast, I notice Ben glancing from his plate to Gabi’s and back. When Gabi’s fourth platter is brought out, I ask Ben some more questions while she continues eating.
V: “You seem in excellent shape, Ben. Do you play any sports?”
B: “I wrestled some Freshman year and played football and soccer in high school, but I don’t really have time for it now. I mostly lift.”
V: “And how does it feel to have a girlfriend who can out–eat you?”
Ben chuckled at that.
B: “Trying to stir up some drama for your readers, eh, Val?”
He thinks about the question for a moment.
B: “I think it’s great. I’ve always been pretty competitive; I still do weightlifting competitions once in a while. I’ll admit it was a bit of a blow to my pride to lose to her so often, but now I feel proud of my hungry little monster.”
V: “Do you ever… “win,” as you put it?”
B: “At eating? There were a couple times the first year we were together that I was able to keep up, but not for a long time now.”
V: “As a bodybuilder, you must keep pretty close track of your calories?”
B: “Oh yeah, definitely. When we started dating freshman year, I tried to get in about 10k calories a day.”
V: “That is quite a lot. And now?”
B: “Not a lot more. Maybe as much as 15k on a cheat day like this.”
Gabi doesn’t react to any of my questions, even when her name is mentioned. She is entirely focused on her food, resting each plate atop her enormous chest and shoveling bites into her mouth. Despite her rapid pace, Gabi makes pleased little facial expressions with every mouthful.
V: “I admit Gabi’s appetite is really something. The stories do not quite do it justice.”
B: “Oh, you have no idea. When we’re not eating out, I barely have time to eat myself, keeping my baby fed.”
Ben pats Gabi on the head, and she smiles up at him briefly before continuing to devour her breakfast.
V: “Do you do that often, eat in?”
B: “When senior year started, I became an RA, so I got to have a bigger room with a small kitchen. I mostly get frozen stuff or things that you heat up, but after graduation, when we move in together, I’m gonna learn to cook.”
V: “I bet that will be nice. Do you find it satisfying to share meals you make yourself?”
B: “I do! Honestly, this one will eat anything I put in front of her, but I think she appreciates it too. It’s definitely cheaper than eating out.”
At this point, Gabi is scraping the last few bites off her plate, so I pay the check, and we proceed to our next stop— the farmer’s market.
***
Now, when most people think of a farmer’s market, they think of fresh produce. Local, organic, naturally–grown fruits and vegetables, complete with dirt and bugs, so you know you are not eating any bug spray or whatever. I know some in the Ample Appetites community swear by the natural sugars provided by fruit, but it does not seem like Ben and Gabi are in that camp.
No, dear readers, our young couple beeline straight for the baked goods. We find cookies, brownies, hand pies, and actual pies sold by sweet old ladies and the occasional Amish folk. I sample a few myself, and I can tell you that Ben and Gabi have excellent taste. You might be tempted to think from Ben’s earlier comments that Gabi is a veritable ‘food dumpster,’ but this could not be further from the truth. Even when we visit the handful of food trucks parked along one row of the market, the incredibly busty short stack recognizes them all and lets Ben and I know which ones to skip.
I say skip because we visit every single one not on that unwritten list. A particular incident I am sure my readers will enjoy begins as Gabi strides up to a food truck with no line. I don’t need to mention that she’s been getting sideways glances and the occasional open gawking since we arrived. The man in the truck, however, has not seen her approach. Gabi steps very close to the small counter and stands on her toes to see over its metal surface.
“Can I help you miss? Are you here by yourself?” He asks.
It is clear from his patronizing tone the man thinks Gabi is a child or perhaps a young teen. She takes a few small steps back from the truck, giving the man a perfect angle to view her massive breasts. I am sure you all are having as much fun as I did imagining the poor food seller’s point of view as Gabi inches back, back, back, and the cleavage just keeps coming. I can tell the food truck has been recently washed because Gabi’s top is clean. After all, she had to press quite a lot of her front against the vehicle to reach the counter.
“So sorry, miss! For you, half price!” The man blurts out.
B: “That won’t be necessary. Stop teasing the poor man, Gabi.”
Ben playfully taps Gabi on the shoulder, and for a moment, I worry the busty young woman may lose her balance and topple over.
As we patronize fully two—thirds of the food trucks, I understand why the couple bought up so many baked goods beforehand. Several of the more popular trucks have pretty long lines, and despite all the food they buy from each one, Gabi is almost always done eating before the next order is ready. Ben usually orders something small at each truck, while Gabi requests a full meal, sometimes two. When she is done eating each one, Ben carries away the trash, handing her another box of muffins, bag of cookies, or tray of homemade fudge.
V: “You must come here a lot?”
G: “Yeah, every week if we can.”
Gabi is back to eating again, so Ben continues.
B: “Food trucks can be a little risky, but we’ve worked out which ones are winners.”
V: “Dare I ask how you figured out the bad ones?”
B: “Oh, they weren’t bad per se, just a little bland or boring. You probably wouldn’t guess it, but my girl’s a bit of a foodie.”
V: “She certainly seems to know what she likes. Tell me about the early days of your relationship. How did you two meet?”
B: “Nothing too exciting about that story. We have mutual friends who are a couple, Josh and Jen. Jen had a couple classes with Gabi, and I met Josh at the gym back in freshman year.”
V: “Is he a bodybuilder too?”
B: “Ha! Not really. They’re both big hikers, though, so he goes to the gym for core strength and endurance training.”
V: “I see. And they introduced you?”
G: “More like they ambushed us.”
B: “Heh, yeah. They each invited us out for dinner and drinks, just a casual thing. But we found out later they were hoping we would hit it off.”
V: “And they turned out to be right?”
B: “Most definitely. Josh and I hit up all–you–can–eat wings down at Tucker’s once, and I’m pretty sure Gabi’s appetite was already legendary. They guessed we would bond over our shared love of food, and they were right.”
Ben reaches over to dab a bit of barbecue sauce from Gabi’s mouth with a finger, which she quickly licks off.
V: “If you do not mind me saying, it is not surprising that there was an attraction between you from the start. You’re both impressive physical specimens.”
B: “Miss Vickers, are you hitting on us? We might be open to sharing… after enough drinks.”
I will not attempt to transcribe my unintelligible response to that.
G: “Knock it off, Ben. Now who’s teasing?”
B: “Sorry, Val. Anyway, Gabi wasn’t quite as… large… as she is now, but you’re right that I was attracted to her right away.”
V: “Do you recall your size at the time?”
G: “34K, I think.”
B: “It was L.”
G: “Was it?”
B: “You made me read the tag aloud after our third date before I could take it off.”
Gabi blushes at this but covers with another big mouthful of burrito.
It does not take a lingerie expert to see that Gabi is well beyond L–cup at the time of this interview. While she is again lost in the joys of good food, I continue chatting with Ben.
V: “How long had you been dating when you started to notice the… unique way Gabi stores extra weight?”
B: “Ha! That’s a very diplomatic way to ask when I noticed her [breasts] were still growing, Val.”
V: “Well, AA is not a pornographic publication, Ben. NSFW forums notwithstanding.”
B: “Right, right. Well, let me think. I’d say it was probably three or four months after our relationship got physical. I think I noticed before she did, as an outside observer.”
V: “That makes sense. What was that like?”
B: “A little crazy, if I’m being honest. Gabi was already the bustiest woman I’d ever seen, but then over the past three years, she kept getting bigger and bigger.”
V: “Indeed. Was that exciting for you both, were you ever worried?”
B: “I wouldn’t say ‘worried,’ but maybe concerned, early on. But we’re both young, and she stays very active.”
We have reached the last of the food trucks at this point. There does not seem to be anything else the couple wants to do at the market, so we move on to lunch.
V: “This may be a delicate question. What has it been like growing so busty over the years?”
Gabi takes some time to think about her answer as we walk a few short blocks to our destination.
G: “When I was younger, I was very self–conscious. I think when Ben and I started dating, I was still dressing in big baggy hoodies and stuff.”
B: “As if you could hide those beauties.”
Gabi gives Ben a playful swat on the arm.
G: “But yeah, Ben really helped me appreciate my body for what it is. It’s just… me, you know?”
V: “That is a very healthy perspective.”
***
