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We agree to meet at your suggested restaurant - McDonald’s. I was surprised you didn’t want something classier but intrigued by the possibilities in that fattening place. I arrive early and wait nervously for you. I’ve worn my tightest jeans and a t-shirt that only covers my belly when I stretch it out horrendously, and all I can think is “I hope I’m as fat as she thinks I am….”

And then you walk in. You’re even more gorgeous than I thought you’d be, so tall and slender and conventionally attractive, wearing a tank top that leaves a thin sliver of your flat stomach showing and I swoon. I start sweating immediately as I stand up to hug you, both of us smiling dumbly because we are both so wildly attracted to one another. As we hug, I feel your hands give the tiniest squeeze of my lovehandles and back fat and you hear my breath shudder with arousal.

We sit and talk for a while until you hear the unmistakeable sound of my belly growling for food. You turn those big gorgeous eyes down to my belly then back up to my face and smile, “let’s get you something to eat, big boy.” You say it loud enough for a couple other customers to stare at you and you know you have a complete hold on me when you see me blush and grab my belly for you.

You put your arm around me as we walk up to the order counter, giving small tender squeezes of my side fat. I’m in utter bliss, getting ready to order when you cut me off and start ordering for me. A part of my mind slips with how turned on I am by this. As you pull yourself into my fattened frame, you order a Big Mac with extra cheese and bacon, two large orders of fries, twenty nuggets, a large coke and a large chocolate shake. The workers behind the counter have heard it all before but I don’t think they’ve seen a skinny, tall gorgeous person like you clearly ordering something to fatten up your big himbo date.

My mind has gone blank. My usually sharp senses have dulled and a haze settles over my brain as you lead me back to the table by holding my lower belly pinched between your fingers. I try to get up when the food is ready but you give me a look that says “no unnecessary walking, fat boy,” and I stay put. You place the overloaded tray on the table and slide it over to me as loud and obviously as you can and tell me “eat.” Once again, loud enough for other patrons to hear you and stare. I smile dumbly and raise the Big Mac to my lips. On the first bite my eyes roll back and I see your hips squirm, knowing this is your favorite thing to see me do. The shameless indulgence of biting into a burger makes you too horny for words and I lay it on thick with some moans of pleasure. Now it’s my turn to make your mind go blank.

After the Big Mac I race my way through one of the large fries and slow somewhat by the time I get to the nuggets. You actually pick some up and feed them to me, right in front of everyone. People are now staring without pretending not to, and my tight shirt slips farther and farther up my belly, revealing the soft, fat and now stuffed flesh beneath. You are breathing heavy now and staring at my tits and belly with that greedy look in your eyes. I lay it on thick as I finish all the food and soda, breathing heavy and shallow as my lungs have been compressed by a food-filled belly.

I take the lid off of the shake, look you in the eye, smile and tilt it back, leaning against the cheap plastic seat and realizing my belly is still pressed against the table even when leaning back, and I chug. I chug the entire shake faster than you’d have thought possible and I feel that fattening 500-calorie dessert fill all the interstitial spaces in my gut, and you notice an actual swelling of my belly as every tiny space is filled. I finish and slam the cup down. Everyone is staring. I can tell you’re dying to get out of here so I slide slowly and laboriously out of the booth, the lower half of my bellly now on full display no matter what I do with my shirt. You embrace me and place your hand on top of my belly as we leave the McDonald’s and head to your car.

You open the back door and tell me to get in. Then you have your way with me. Your hands greedily explore all my fattened parts and my massive stuffed belly as we make out. My dick is hard as a rock and I grind it against you. As you reach into my pants to feel it, you finally get to meet my massive fat pad and your eyes roll back as you grasp it hard and squeeze. You tell me “wow. It’s even fatter than I’d imagined,” as you slide your hand past it and onto my rock hard member. I take your pants off and you do mine, struggling to get around my massive stuffed gut, and as you slide onto me I realize just how turned on you were by all this. I slide right into that warm, wet place as we make love for the first time in that McDonald’s parking lot.

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