"Where do you want to go?" she asked.
Since I have to be in class in 30 minutes, I suggested that we go to the dining hall in the dorm to have breakfast.
Since I have been trying to control my ever-expanding waistline, I have generally avoided the breakfast lounge.
While at lunch or dinner, I could limit myself to a large salad and small plate of goodies, breakfast is always a smorgasbord of cheesy, fatty, and sweet delights. With Lana with me, I am sure that I am not going to make it out of the meal with health, light fare.
When we arrived at the breakfast lounge, I saw the glee on Lana's face. "So many delicious options," she said after glancing at my belly.
While I went towards the yogurt and fruit salad, I could see Lana creating a monster plate overflowing with scrambled eggs, tater tots, sausage, bacon, French toast and waffles swimming in syrup, and a half-dozen pastries.
I looked for a place to sit while Lana continued to fill this plate of breakfast delights. I found a discrete table and began to chew as slowly as possible to prolong my inevitable fate.
A few minutes later, Lana returned, to my dismay, with two plates. One, a healthy but reasonable portion of hot breakfast foods. And the second, the mini-mountain of food that I saw her creating earlier. I was hoping that she was going to get some of the food on this second plate, but now I knew that all of the food was intended for my consumption.
"Mmmm. This food is very good," Lana crows as see stares at the last of the fruit on my plate.
My chewing began to slow to a crawl as I got closer and closer to the end of my plate. As I reach the last piece of cantaloupe on my plate, Lana begin to shovel more food onto my empty plate.
"Come on, honey. That can't be a filling breakfast. You should try the eggs. They are delicious."
The next 20 minutes was a blur of eating. I knew that I would have to keep up since she would not let me leave until I ate everything that she brought. Since she was constantly refilling my plate, I had no idea how much I had actually eaten.
Lana just keep piling and encouraging:
"There you go. Isn't that delicious."
"I love watching you eat."
"You can't let this delicious food go to waste."
Between each refill, she slowly rubbed my belly. Occasionally, we would whisper sexy nothings in my ear:
"I love a sexy man with a strong appetite."
"Keeping big boy, and you will get a special treat tonight."
By the end, my belly was pushing me away from the table. As she kissed me and rubbed my belly, I could see the two additional empty plates than when we started.
"I am so glad we came here. We should do this more often."
The mix of pain and pleasure almost made me ignore the fact that I had five minutes to get to class.
Given my bloated state, I was sure if I should do. I
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