Unfettered (Patreon)

Gita rolled her head back, slowly exhaling a soft puff of air through puckered lips. The corners of which were curled into plump cheeks, creating a pleasant, little round smile.

”You sure do love coming here, don’t you?” Tom smirked from across the table. She was a bit slow to respond at first, as if slightly dazed. But her smile shifted into something a little more self-assured. 

”Whatever -hic- would give you that idea?” She attempted to purr seductively, gingerly pushing her cleared plate aside. It joined two others, ready for the bus boy to collect. As stuffed as she was, it was hard to get the words out unimpeded. But in their relationship, those brief involuntary pauses only served to enhance the mood. His face reddening, Tom half-distracted himself by stacking her dishes to make a little more room for them both. But he was quickly reminded that these weren’t even her first.

After a few months in each other’s company, things had become a little more comfortable & there was no longer that need to impress. Well, at least not in any sort of traditional sense. Foo Lay Garden, with its dingy decor & harsh lighting was a far cry from some of the fancier It spots he had first taken her on dates. But the food was still out of this world, & vitally, it was one of the few places nearby that offered a buffet style dining experience. One Gita was always happy to exploit.

”Should I-“ Gita started. While she was left almost a bit beleaguered by her previous helpings, there was a deviousness buried somewhere in her tone, as she punctuated the trailing question by biting the side of her bottom lip. 

”I’m certainly not stopping you.” Tom smirked, using his chopsticks to snag a large chunk of chicken from his own plate. Gita watched jealously before huffing.

”I know YOU wouldn’t,” She sighed, with eyes rolling. Then she nodded towards the buffet line. “You should come up with me.”

”I got too distracted enjoying the show,” he snickered, his chin jutting towards the stack of her empty plates. “I still have my own kung pao situation to deal with here.”

”Ech,“ Gita sneered, beginning the process of wiggling out from behind the booth. “They’re all going to give me looks if I pile up two full plates again though.” With his mouth full, Tom corked off a laugh. Why even bother to ask “should I” if it was already that foregone of a conclusion? To him, it was silly. And yet very hot.

”It doesn’t have to be a sprint, Geets.” He tried to remind her. “Pace yourself.”

“Yeah, yeah…” She impatiently scooched herself sideways & up from the table.

In much the same way the places they opted to eat became a bit less pretentious over time, Gita seemed to be picking her outfits based more on comfort than style. And predicated them mostly on what still fit. While ”fat“ may have still been a stretch, the weeks of remaining very well fed were becoming all the more apparent. Her black leggings were holding on for dear life, affixed to every inch of curve. And the way her thicker bustline pushed her bulky navy hoodie out in front of her, actually did make her look quite a bit broader than she really was. But its bagginess managed to leave things to the imagination. Intimately though, Tom knew full well there was a growing pot belly concealed underneath, Not all that far off. In fact, it was well on its way to playing catch up. And after the half dozen plates she ravaged already, with so much rice? Tonight very well could be the night it started to take the lead. As he pushed around things on his plate, he wondered if there was some way he could possibly commemorate the occasion. 

In previous relationships, Tom never wanted to be a pushy guy. Yes, he harbored certain predilections. Ones he was a bit embarrassed too admit at first. He also never wanted to impose any of that onto anyone or make things uncomfortable either. But if, organically, things went in that direction? Great!

Early on, sheepishly, he'd attempt to breadcrumb a few hints along the way. Be eager to make sure his date always got a dessert menu. Attempt to pepper her with reassuring compliments in moments of self-conscious insecurity. And once or twice, after a while partners did catch on. If asked outright, he'd be truthful. 

To his relief, his admission never seemed to be much of a dealbreaker. The second time around, his one ex seemed a little pleased to oblige. But even then, it'd only amount to her being secure in a very occasional guilt-free second helping. Or a little extra butter on the popcorn at the movies. It always felt special in the moment, it just never seemed to amount to that much. But ultimately, other relationship factors came into play & things ran their natural course. Amiably, but still leaving Tom back at square one. That was until a short time after, logging back into his account on that dating site, when he stumbled onto Gita's profile.

Ironically, she looked like a waif in all her pictures. Downright tiny. At first, it was her personality that really attracted him. She filled her profile's entry fields up with a playfulness he was happy to find she shared in their follow up conversations leading up. But then their first date happened. And rather shockingly, after Tom halfheartedly joked about her running up the dinner bill, this adorable, yet petite pixie of a girl immediately took the very first hint. And ran with it. Not only was she game, she too, seemed very much into it. Even if it was a little more from the overindulgence side of things. 

“Commend me, I somehow managed to keep it to just one plate this go around.” Gita announced upon her return, as if proud of her own restraint. Then she set the plate down, revealing a heaping mound of different Chinese restaurant staples, stacked tall.

"Yeah with three plates worth of junk piled on," Tom nodded as Gita adjusted her hoodie.  "Real commendable. At least in that you were able to carry that tower over here without it all toppling over." Just a slight bit less graceful these past few weeks, it took her a little extra effort to wiggle her wider frame into the booth. She squinted from behind heavy eyelids, breathily retorting as she started to bend.

"Aw c'mon, you love i-"

"SSSSHHHHHHHRRRT"

A noise, almost as loud as it was sudden, shot above the din the dining room. To the point the other customers several booths down looked at one another, acknowledging it, but unable to identify the source. Tom had a huge advantage on pinpointing it though, given the wide-eyed expression of shock that flashed onto Gita's face. "What's...?" He asked, concerned by her look. 

”I just…" She started, pausing. Her expression softened, becoming less harsh, but still surprised. She swayed slightly in her booth. ”Yup.”

”What?” Tom pressed. It started to dawn on him. The fabric quality of the sound. He had to work diligently to suppress a smile. Still, an evil part of him just wanted her to say it.

”Yup. I just… busted the seat of my leggings.” Gita sunk in her seat, almost whispering. With her rapidly reddening cheeks, she seemed embarrassed, for sure. But also? Not entirely as embarrassed as Tom would've expected. He might've been wrong but there almost seemed to be a little... fluster in her blush. "Damn. I liked these ones too. Only had them a month!" Was she... just as turned on by that as he was? That's when he realized if he was misreading things, he was spending too much time relishing the moment & being a bad boyfriend. In hushed, discreet tones, he tried to take on the role of "man of action."

"Uh... I mean. I can grab the check, wrap my coat around you, get a car, & make sure we get you back hom-"

"No!" She cut in sharply. Almost too strongly. "I mean..." She had to gather her thoughts, taking a deep breath. "I mean. Yes. I will definitely need something... to cover my fat ass from poking through on the way out. But.... eventually."

"Eventually?!" Tom repeated. He wanted to make sure he heard that right. Was she trying to stall out of some sort of humility? Didn't seem like it. In fact, she seemed to be regaining her composure quicker than he was. As the shock abated, she seemed to act as though nothing had even happened.

"I mean... it's a buffet." She said, gesturing around them as she picked her chopsticks back up. "No way in hell they're going to let me doggie bag all this."  Worried more about what was on her plate than what her growing ass was doing to her brand new leggings? Tom suddenly had very real concerns about was happening in his own pants.

"But," He feebly interjected, already knowing his words wouldn't have much of an effect beyond foreplay. "All that's only going to work to make that hole bigger..." Gita's shoulders bounced in a nonplussed shrug. 

"Let's just hope you've got a big enough coat then." She smugly threw back at him as she crammed half a dumpling into her mouth.

"You're..." His admiration overwhelming his need for banter.

"... I know." She responded in kind with a soft smile. "Ooh!" She bounced, seeing something over his shoulder. At first, Tom worried it was another seam. "Looks like the guy's coming with a fresh tray of eggrolls. The ones they had left when I was up were looking pretty pekid." She cocked her head & stared at him with doe eyes. "Would you mind? Since... you know..."

"Sure." Tom smiled.

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Don't ask me why. But I liked these two, & while I hadn't really planned on it (heck, I didn't even give him a first name before), the spirit moved me to continue with a bit of a flash forward. 

Feel free to suggest where things may go with them, but I already have a few ideas already. The aim would be to just get these brief little sweet & wholesome glimpses as things progress. But just in little spurts when & wherever I feel like it.