Britta's Big Date
by EVP

Knock, knock, knock..

Britta’s slender, balled hand rapped on the door three times in anticipation of her first date. Earlier that afternoon, she had been walking down a street in a commercial district in the city, an area with small shops and boutiques and many people walking about. It had seemed like a place to practice blending in with people. But she had not anticipated the attention she would get. People stared at her curiously as she walked among them. Then finally a young man, Bill, approached her and talked to her for just a little while, concluding the conversation with an invite and arrangements for dinner at his place. Dinner was a very exciting idea to her.

She had been warned throughout her life about going among the humans—how dangerous it would be. But she found them to be friendly and warm, even if they did stare.

The door cracked open, and the young man swung it invitingly wide upon seeing her. He escorted her in and sat her down on a davenport in a sitting room. Some small talk was exchanged and as Bill retrieved from the kitchen an appetizer plate of bread, cheese, crackers and fruit along with a couple glasses of wine.

He set it down before Britta and she looked a bit disappointed. She had expected a much more substantial meal, but she said nothing as she began consuming the small offering of food before her. Bill was taken aback by how she set in so heartily and suggested that she save room for the meal. Britta realized her mistake and slowed down her eating pace. Still, she managed before too long to vanquish the snack with little contribution from the somewhat astounded Bill. Bill thought it strange that she would eat so much so quickly, but she was beautiful to the point of heavenly, and he was willing to overlook a lot worse than apparent hypoglycemia.

After a short time in the sitting room, they adjourned to the kitchen. Bill watched her five foot high figure walk before him as though she were magical. He marveled at her thin waist, her lithe, thin legs and the contrast of her absolutely huge breasts. How in the world he had mustered the courage to talk to her, let alone score a date was well beyond his imaginings.

Bill brought two large plates of lasagna to the table, along with some bread and a dish of salad. Shortly after they began eating, it was apparent that Britta’s appetite had not been diminished by the aperitif. She was finished with her plate before Bill was half done. He offered her more, which he was surprised she accepted.

They talked. She ate. Bill felt full after finishing one plate. She was already into her third, so Bill had a second helping and managed to put half of it away. It was a wonder how someone so small could eat so much. They were getting along so well, that he broached the subject. She explained that it was just that the food was so good, and asked what it was called.

Bill wondered his way through her never having heard of lasagna before as he provided her with her seventh helping. As he stood over her serving the last from the pan, he saw that a rotund abdomen protruded outward below the level of the table.. He stood over her staring at it and she continued eating dreamily, not noticing Bill’s wide-eyed gaze.

She finished the plate and turned to him and asked if there was more. Walking to the kitchen in awe, Bill explained how he always made a few pans because he didn’t cook often. He brought back another large pan and set it before her.

Forgoing the plate altogether, she ate and ate. Bill watched as each bite pushed her belly out further. Lifting large forkfuls from pan to mouth, Britta’s pace quickened and she felt her hunger increase. The pan went from full to empty in a matter of a few minutes. Her swelling belly now pushed her legs apart slightly.

Uncertain of what exactly was transpiring before him, Bill was nonetheless becoming aroused by the outstanding performance of gluttony before him. As he brought another pan out, Britta finished the previous and turned to the newly arriving pan. Her fork was in it before Bill could put it on the table, so he stood with it at the level of her mouth, tilted it slightly toward his ravenous guest. She began sliding great mouthfuls from the pan into her mouth, gulping each down as the next arrived at her lips. She vanquished the pan in moments.

All the while as she ate, Britta reveled in her good fortune to find such an accommodating host. He had so much food. More than she had ever seen in one place. The males of her own species were always so thrifty, allowing only enough for sustenance.

Within a few minutes, Bill brought out the last. Britta’s now enormous gut pushed against the table, and she leaned forward to keep her face over the pan. Bill’s original uncertainty had turned to raw excitement. He found this strange encounter extremely erotic, and as Britta sucked this pan’s contents down—by tipping the pan upward and sliding the entire lasagna at her face, and swallowing in impossibly huge gulps—he put one had on her stretching gut and felt the new food distend her belly further.

“Baby, I’m so hungry…Isn’t there more?” she cooed, looking up at him with her big doe eyes as one of her delicate hands pushed his hand between a huge breast and her enormous belly. Bill led her from the chair toward the kitchen. As she stood, the preposterous immenseness of her abdomen was fully revealed. It protruded a foot an a half before her --she looked as though she was overdue by two months.. The rest of her body remained as shapely and curvy as when she had arrived.

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