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So theres this place I go for dinner every Sunday, an Indian. Great thing about it is it's a buffet and damn cheep too, you really can go to town if you want, seconds, thirds it doesn't matter. Now I rarely go nuts myself, because honestly I wouldn't have the appetite for it but ya know I often thought about what it would be like if like some girl who was into stuffing went there. I never fucking thought I 'd get my answer.

                          Now I wouldn't be the sort to go to a restaurant of any sort on my own so if I have no one to go with I don't. Last two weeks I fucking assaulted my phone book to get someone to come with me. I had to see if "she" would be there. Now for starters she was an older woman, but when I say older I mean from my point of view, she's probably in her mid to late 30's. I noticed her completely by chance, she was sitting across the room from me at the end of a table, stretched out and stroking her considerably enlarged stomach soothingly and as far as I was bloody well concerned seductively.

                      I mean this was a good looking woman by any mans standards, she wasn't chubby or large, she actually looked pretty trim, possibly eastern European if you know the build, if you don't then basically bordering athletic is all you need think of. She has long brown hair and a healthy completion but anyway getting back to the point. I couldn't believe what I was seeing. In all my life never have I seen (outside of the Internet of coarse) such a visible bulge brought about by food consumption and never have I ever seen a woman stroke her belly (In RL of coarse) She was wearing a White wool sweater, it wasn't particularly tight or anything but it was rather short and it did, ever so slightly, ride up her newly formed curve revealing a modest but oh so satisfying sliver of bare flesh. I could have died in that moment........ but it was not meant to last.

                          She must have felt eye's on her because she looked over in my direction. Fear not brothers I was not caught. I am a professional, my gaze was subtly redirected before her own but that she had looked in my direction was a failing all of it's own and I dared not gaze again. So I had to ignore it, this magnificent sight before me, all the while gritting my teeth, all the while looking for any excuse not to stand up. I did however chance one more gaze as she left and oh it was worth it. Her profile as she stood was even more glorious then when seated, fully exposing her new curve in all it's magnificence. To my delightful surprise she continued to rub it even as she left.

                If I could only touch it myself I thought, if only. As she walked her short wool top rose higher revealing even more of her supple flesh. Once again I felt as though I could die in peace.... Until she rounded the corner and was gone. For the next couple of hour's I was in a daze. My friends talked with me about things I cant remember while my thoughts remained solely on the beauty I saw that day. I know from experience that most who have their meal on a Sunday in the Indian do so regularly so with that in mind I counted the days, the hours the minutes to the day I would see her again, this day..... um earlier that is.

                  When  I arrived there was no sign of her but I was patient and my patience was rewarded. She arrived about half an hour later. Wearing wool again ,it is winter after all. This time however it was a semi long blue wool dress that fit her perfectly, perhaps she felt a chill around her mid section last week and had decisively planned ahead. Her figure was as shocking as before if only for one shocking difference. The belly that I had been so majestically captivated by had completely disappeared, expelled as if it were some alien object (now that I think of it, it probably was expelled alright...... yeah don't put too much thought into that one) I had anticipated this, in fact I hoped for it. It made her impending transformation all that more significant.

                     Alas however she took a seat with her party behind a wall on the far side of the restaurant. I would not be able to observe her grow as I wished. However I was able to catch glimpses of her when ever I went to fill my plate, needless to say my appetite was ravenous this day, although I was not able to look for long each time. In the end I did decide to take advantage of one of my most useful talents, Seeing without looking. Though I could not take in as much detail while doing this as I would have liked, I did begin to develop a vague Idea of how much she was eating..... It was a lot. I saw the beginnings of her belly emerging, unfortunately though I would not she the finished product.

                      I was finished long before her and my companion was in a rush to leave. But despite it all I did learn a few rather interesting things about my mystery woman. There were a few ch1ldren at her table that is true but there was also a pair of adults too. A man and woman of similar age. Most important of all however was that, as far as I could tell she didn't seem to have a wedding ring. So theres a bit of an age gap but a man can dream cant he? A man can dream.