Life of a College Grad - Part 8

Christian arrived to pick Molly up for their date. He had picked out an Italian place that he really liked for dinner. Molly was blown away by the size of the menu, and by the fact that everything sounded so good. “I’ve never heard of fried raviolis before…” Molly questioned, looking at the full page of appetizers.

“Why don’t you try them then?” Christian recommended. Molly could get lost in his smile for days. He just seemed so effortlessly handsome and charming. “Oh look, they are included in the sampler, why not just get that instead.” Seemed reasonable to Molly who was having a hard enough time deciding what to get. That was until it arrived and she realized it was a party size sampler, and it didn’t seem like Christian was going to partake. Molly didn’t want to look like a pig, it was a bit different with her sister or Dakota, but she had to admit all the different items on the large plate looked really good. She had to at least have a taste, Christian was nice enough to order it for her, so she tried to attack it as lady-like as she could. All she needed was one bite though and that platter was doomed.

Molly easily finished the whole thing, a task that probably would have made any other dinner date sick, and as she finished their main course was on its way out. Molly took a deep breath to ready herself for more food. The plate of pasta put in front of her was massive. “Sorry, I should have mentioned the portions here are really big. I guess it’s kind of an Italian American thing to serve large entrees.”

Molly's eyes went wide looking at the dish. It was nothing she hadn’t handled before, especially after the holidays that had just passed, but her skirt was already digging into her soft belly. “It’s alright. I probably should have guessed from the fat Italian guy statue at the front door.” She laughed.

“Well it’s good to see you with a healthy appetite. Back in high school I don’t think I ever saw you eat anything.” Christian remarked.

“A lot has changed since high school.” Molly informed him, as she dug into her pasta.

“Ain't that the truth.” He replied, looking at what he could of his dates physique above the lip of the table with a smile.

Molly enjoyed her meal, eating heaping forkfuls one after another until the entire plate was cleared. Tossing down her utensil in victory, she looked over at Christian who seemed to have not even eaten half of his plate.

“Good job.” He said. “The portions here proved to be too much for me. Which is a bummer, reheated pasta just isn’t the same.”

“Yeah, you’re right.” Molly agreed, as a bit of an awkward silence fell for the first time that evening. Molly eyeballed the pasta carbonara in front of Christian. She still had room, so she figured why not help him out. “I’d be happy to take it off your hands, it does look tasty.” Christian eagerly cleared a spot for it in front of Molly, and placed his mostly full dish in front of her. She got right to work, trying not to take up too much time since she was the only one eating at this point.

Molly wasn’t shocked he didn’t finish, the carbonara was much heavier than her fettuccine alfredo. Still she had a job to do, and wanted to make sure Christian’s meal didn’t go to waste. So she struggled through the whole thing, her belly growing with each bite. She could feel how tight it was around the waist of her skirt, and could see it inching closer to the rim of the table in front of her. But like the champ she was, she was able to finish every last noodle.

Now feeling quite stuffed, she excused herself to the ladies room for a moment of relief. Undoing the button of her skirt was one of the best sensations of her life. Her belly had been packed tight and that was before all the pasta and appetizer. Her problem now was doing the button back up. The soft but taut belly did not want to seem to be constricted again. After a few failed attempts at the button, she decided to go in another direction. She yanked her sweater down over her waistband, forcing the tight sweater to cover even more ground. Having to find room elsewhere, the sweater compressed her round chest, pushing her boobs out the v-neck even more than before. It was good enough, as she didn’t want to spend a moment longer in the bathroom, lest Christian get worried.

Back at the table Christian was happy to see her, and she couldn’t help notice him glancing down at her chest. She wiggled back into the booth, trying to not jostle her stomach any more than was needed. Molly picked back up their conversation, but after only getting two words out their server was headed their way with a large plate. It caught Molly’s attention.

“What’s this?” Molly asked as the server placed the treat in the middle of the cleaned table.

“Well I figured any good meal needed to include dessert.” Molly’s stomach churned as she looked at the treat that now lay on the table. It was an entire tiramisu cheesecake, the dusting of coffee powder giving its flavor away. “I guess I should have realized it was going to be big like everything else…” Christian sheepish muttered.

Molly had already eaten more than enough tonight, but how could she turn down such a nice gesture. Also despite her stomach feeling quite full, the cheesecake did look delectable. “Well maybe just one slice.” Molly rationalized. But after the first slice Christian plopped another on her plate. She ate slice after slice, as long as she could bring her fork to her lip. Soon she realized there was only one slice left and she had eaten most of the heavy dessert. Her belly was now pushed so far out it touched the table. It also pushed her sweater up, uncovering her unbuttoned skirt. But she didn’t notice that fact yet so when Christian asked if she wanted the last piece, she just nodded her head yes.

Finally the large meal was done, and with one arm over Christian’s shoulder, Molly waddled out of the restaurant to the car. She sat in Christian’s car with mixed emotions. The food tonight had been really good, but she had definitely gone overboard. She had eaten so much she couldn’t button her skirt for pete sake. This was her one shot with Christian, and she was worried she had blown it. She had to get her appetite under control. If she lost a few pounds she’d fit in her clothes better, but damn was that cheesecake good. And she had never had those fried raviolis before, but she was already planning to bring Dakota back there to have them again.

When they got back to Molly’s house, she got her answer about how the date went. Christian gave her a kiss and asked if he could take her out again in a few days. Molly of course agreed, and giddily waddled into her house. Damn that was a great date! Molly got a full belly, a kiss, and a second date, and all with a guy who was really hot that she really liked. She was so glad she bumped into him. Her favorite part about it was the whole time she felt like she was reconnecting with an old friend since they had been in school together for so long, even if they were never super close. Now was her chance to get close to him in the way she wanted. Normally after a meal out Molly would take a snack to bed, but tonight she wasn’t really hungry… in that way.