Mexican Meal
By Waiter

I first saw her at this dive of a Mexican restaurant not far from campus. It was a place I'd come to know well over the past semester, contributing to changing my hard, 115 lb. high school cheerleader's body to a soft, collegiate 160 lbs. I had never meant to let myself go this far, but it just never seemed to be the right time to do something about it. Before I knew what had happened I was shopping for my first ever pair of size fourteen jeans. My ass and breasts filled out a good bit, but my belly was where most of the new weight seemed to be going. It did not ever sag, but protruded out in front of me. But when I sat down, it made itself into an undeniable, fat roll.

I had mixed feelings about my new body. I think if you were to have asked me if I wanted to be thin again, I would have said yes. But deep down, I was enjoying the way my belly quivered and trembled with every step I took, the way my love handles felt which I frequently squeeze as I study or watch TV, and the growing size of my chest.

Well, this night was a birthday party for one of the girls at the dorm. There were eight of us at the table laughing and yelling, downing pitcher after pitcher of margaritas. I had somehow skipped lunch that day and was dying of hunger. I was trying not to hog the chips and salsa, but I apparently had failed as the waiter had to bring me my own bowl. When it was time to order, I knew what I wanted without having to even look at the menu. I ordered the grande chimichangas. None of the girls seemed to notice the menu listed my dinner as meant for two.

We all went back to laughing. When the girl sitting across from me got up to go to the bathroom, I saw sitting at the table behind her, a huge, beautiful blond girl sitting alone. Her face was like that of a model's with full red lips and deep blue eyes. Her breasts were so big, I could see through her white blouse that her nipples were grazing the surface of the table. I couldn't explain why, but I had the strongest desire to get a better look at the rest of this girl. I excused myself from the table and made my way to the bathroom. Along the way I examined her from the side. Her belly rose a foot up from her lap constrained by pin-striped slacks. Her ass was so large that it seemed to be lifting her up, suspending her in mid-air on a cloud of fat. As I walked behind her I was so mesmerized by the width of her hips, I was actually walking backwards away from her, just staring when I bumped into one of the waiters.

I couldn't explain what was coming over me, maybe it was all the liquor in my system, but at that moment, I wanted more than anything to walk back to her and feel every inch of her fat body. I gave my own breasts a stimulating squeeze and looked at myself in the mirror. Then I made a decision to do something daring and I lifted my t-shirt up and exposed my belly a little and left the ladies room. I went out of my way to pass right in front of her and I watched her momentarily examine my little roll of flab. When I got to my seat she was still watching me as I bent to sit, sending my belly roll spilling out over my jeans. I sat and we made eye contact and I smiled at her.

It was then that the food was brought out. Both our tables were served at the same time and I saw that we had ordered the same thing. We laughed a little at each other and the amount of food that was before us. I subtly moved my chair a little so that we could clearly see each other and I saw her empty both bowls of sour cream onto the mountain of cheese that sat before her, and I did the same. We began to eat.

I matched her eating bite for bite. As we went on, I began to get full. I also began to feel more and more excited. I squeezed my thighs together tightly and could tell that I was getting very wet. It drove me to keep eating. I think some of the girls at my table had begun to notice how much I was eating but I ignored them. My attention was fixed upon cheese and beef and cream passing over the lips of the goddess in front of me. Her pace never slowed, and so neither did mine… no matter what. I was only slightly more than half way done when I started having trouble breathing. The snap of my jeans had disappeared deep inside my growing belly. I ignored the discomfort and ate. By this point, the blond realized what was going on and our eyes locked. She began to eat faster and I began to eat faster. We watched each other eat and eat and eat. I was so turned on, I began pressing and subtly rubbing my crotch under the table. It was then the blonde stopped eating. She just sat with her beautiful mouth slightly open, panting, and sweating and watched me eat. I imagined it was her hand that was forcing bite after bite of rich, fattening cream into my mouth and I felt my pussy clench and release a small flow of juice into my pants.

I was so full I thought I would die, and burning so much I just had to touch myself. I jumped up from the table, praying no one would notice the wet spot in the back of my jeans, and walked as fast as I could to the bathroom. I got inside and checked to make sure I was alone, got inside one of the stalls and began working on the button on my jeans. There was just no way I was going to be able to suck anything in enough to be able to open that button. So I pushed my bloated stomach out as much as I could and the button quickly popped off. At the same time, my zipper raced down my front as my fat belly leapt out of their restraints.

My panties were absolutely soaked. I moved them aside and easily stuffed three fingers inside my pussy. I rapidly pumped them in and out as my left hand found my clit. I was just about to cum when the ladies room door opened and I let out a little gasp. My heart was pounding in my neck at the same quick pace my soaked crotch was pulsing. I tried to catch my breath to listen to where this woman was going. Sweat dripped down my face. Conflicted by my instinctual embarrassment, I pulled my pants back up, but could not get the zipper up. I mean it wasn't even close. I stretched and craned my neck and bounced a little but still nothing. The steps drew closer, and a voice asked, “Are you alright in there?”

“Yeah,” I said. “I'm fine thanks.”

The steps drew even closer and I saw the pin-striped pants appear below the door.

“Are you sure you don't need a little help?”

My face flushed and I opened up the stall door. I'm sure a looked a mess. We just stood there taking each other in. I finally grabbed my zipper and said, “I can't get my pants back on.”

She said, “Can I try?” I just nodded.

She grabbed the wet crotch of my jeans with her left hand and the zipper with her right. I gasped as her touch sent a shiver straight through me. She moved her left hand away from my crotch and down the inside of my fat thigh and felt that I was wet there to. She smiled and moved her right hand past my zipper and straight to my pussy. With her left hand she lifted up my shirt and exposed my breasts. She quickly drew her mouth to one of them. My hands were finally allowed to explore her fat body. I pulled her shirt tails out and quickly felt her tremendous belly. I grabbed two rolls of flab on her sides and pulled her to me as she pumped her fingers in and out of me. I came and came again humping her hand, squirting even more juice into her hand.