Brittany's Belly - Part 17

Five courses came and went again with ease. Pork belly, wagyu meatballs, fried clams, seared chicken thigh, veggie ragu, all of it delicious. It was after this Britt realized she was the only one left eating at the table. She had eaten ten courses, but she was still hungry. She felt weird asking for more, so she just waited it out letting her stomach some time to digest. To Britt she had eaten ten plates, but like Mrs. Cox had said you were supported to eat a lot of plates. And the portions seemed so small, Britt felt like she had barely eaten anything at all, even though at this point she had put back quite a bit.

“Brittany darling, you look like you are ready for another round.” Mrs. Cox stated with a grin.

Britt just gave a meekly head nod, not sure if she should be ashamed. But Mrs. Cox seemed eager and happy to request another five courses for her, so it seemed like she should have nothing to fret about. Britt didn’t know how they could keep coming out with bangers, but she felt like she could eat new and tasty things from here all day.

What Britt didn’t know though was all these excessively rich meals were starting to fill her stomach. Despite their small size, because they were so rich, five courses was like a full meal at any other restaurant. By now Britt had eaten three full meals and was quite stuffed.

Mrs. Cox knew she could probably push her experiment into another round, but didn't want to take things too far on her first outing. Britt sat across the table quite bloated wondering if she could handle more food. The dishes had been so small, but she was feeling kinda full. It was then that Mrs. Cox helped alleviate the situation.

She called the waiter over. "A round of desserts sir." He nodded in approval and shuffled away. The ladies at the table continued to gab as Britt just sat there dreaming about which desserts we're headed their way. Dessert had been a luxury she had not enjoyed since her time home. Greasy fast food, soda, take out, and pantry snacks were all she'd been able to sneak behind her mom's back.

At college dessert was enjoyed after every meal. Her and her sorority sisters never let some extra calories ruin a good time. It usually started with one of them complaining about craving some cookies or a brownie or ice cream. That led to someone encouraging them to grab it, and that they would join. Soon the whole table would be indulging in whatever sweet was on the menu that night. It was no wonder Britt had gained so much in just one short year.

A few moments after their waiter had taken their order he returned with several small plates, each with several small pastries. This was different from the ice cream sundae or brownie a la mode she was expecting. Mrs. Cox explained the desserts to Britt, how the delicate French pastries were a perfect light end to a ladies lunch. For Britt those puff pastries were more of just a passing plate as she easily scarfed them down, not even feeling them hit her stomach.

For how fast paced this lunch was for Britt, she felt the early meal drawing out much too long. The gals seemed to have endless amounts of gossip to talk about, similar to how Britt's belly was seemingly endless as well. A barren plate sat in front of Britt and the other chatted, only nibbling at their pastries. Hungry Britt could think of nothing else other than sucking all those plates clean. Once she built up the courage she nabbed a mini eclair off Mrs. Cox plate which she had pushed off to the side in Britt's direction. This seemed to go unnoticed so she grabbed another one. Not as smooth his time, Mrs. Cox noticed her, but rather than be upset, happily encouraged Britt to finish the uneaten sweets.

Something she didn't expect happened next. The other women started to pass their plates in Britt's direction as well, having only eaten one or two of the puffs before deciding they were done. Britt was delighted, as these pastries were so airy it was going to take quite a lot of them to feel full.

With all five plates now clear, Britt was very pleased with herself. "Isn't it nice to see how the other half lives, Brittany?" Britt nodded and smiled. This meal had been delightfully. Britt felt quite full as she went to leave, though the portions had been small they were mighty.

Britt took it easy the rest of the day at Mrs. Cox house, having earned a little break after being so good out and about.  Before Britt went to leave for the day though Mrs. Cox had one last thing for me. She handed Britt an envelope. "Your payment for this week my dear." She said with an elegant smile. Britt opened the envelope to find $100. It wasn't a lot of a week of work, but considering the amount of work she had done it was more than generous. Mrs. Cox had probably spent at least double that feeding the plump co-ed that week, especially after today's fancy meal.

But any money was welcomed to Britt. Money to hear meant freedom. She could buy clothes, afford to go out, best of all buy her own food! Not that she needed to right now, after lunch and the inevitable snacking she did back at the house in front of the TV, Britt's belly was going to be full until at least this evening.