A Hearty Breakfast
“Trois omelettes du fromage,” you requested form the waiter the moment he stopped by the table. Elise held up three fingers and blushed. Her stomach gurgled moments later, despite the three croissants she’d wolfed down, and she reddened further. You watched her eat the perfectly cooked breakfasts like she needed them. The spectacle drew a few stares from other people. You couldn’t take your eyes off her as she ate more ravenously that you’d even seen before from her. Afterward, she couldn’t stop apologizing about her she made a pig of herself.
“That salad last night was a mistake,” she said. She turned to you. “You should have talked me out of it, honey.” You’re not sure you’d agree to that, but you like that she’s temporarily given up on dieting. “Honestly, I barely slept at all last night. I really wanted something to eat.” She blushed and looked at you. “So, before the stores close for midday, which is weird by the way, we need to stock up.”
Elise headed to the nearest store and started to pick out little things to try. A box of chocolate-coated biscuits, a few kinds of chips, and a two-liter of coke. She ended up with two full baskets—the kind that had to be carried. You tried not to grin as you hauled the whole load back up to the hotel room for her. You ended up sweating a good bit as the bags were fully loaded. Elise thanked you with a kiss despite your sweaty face. It was just a peck though. “I’ve been thinking,” she said, “we should really find somewhere good for lunch. Then we can come back and take a siesta.”
You’ve been to France before and knew that the lunch break extended for nearly two hours. Part of you wanted to goad Elise into eating the whole time, though she’d probably fight against it. You decide to simply let her make the choice.
“There’s a great seafood place nearby,” she said as she took you by the hand back down the stairs. You’d cooled enough after your efforts that you felt wet and a little gross. But Elise held your hand regardless.
She started with an appetizer and a bottle of wine. “Doesn’t white go better with seafood?” she asked you. You nodded, though you didn’t know very much about wine overall. She preferred white anyway, especially sparkling wines.
She drank a full glass before pouring herself another from the bottle on the table. Elise then looked up at you with a reddened face. “I was thirsty,” she said quietly. She asked when you two should go to the perfumery. You suggested that afternoon and she smiled cheerily. When the appetizer arrived, you took a bite or two but she ate the rest greedily. The same need to eat overtook her when the main courses arrived. Elise ate hers so fast that she asked for some of yours. You let her have it and tried not to show how excited you were. When she ate her dessert and asked if she could have a second, you wanted to praise her appetite. Instead, you pretended to think about it before your agreed.
Elise leaned heavily on you as you helped her to the car. Then she drifted off into a pleasant nap as you drove to the perfumery. Her soft snoring lulled you into a calm state where the other drivers didn’t bother you. When you two arrived at the perfumery, you waited for her to wake up from the lack of motion. She did and then gave you a kiss for bringing her there.
Unfortunately, it was closed. A sign on the door said something about unexpected maintenance, you tried to read the cause but the terminology escaped you. You said that you two could try again when Elise spotted a boulangerie. “Let’s have a little snack before we head back,” she said. This time, she wanted cream-filled buns. She didn’t know the names, she just pointed at everything she wanted. The person behind the counter, herself a bit chubby, seemed amused as Elise ordered two of about everything. “Elle a faim,” you said when the order was finally wrung up. You gaped at the cost, but the idea of everything going into Elise’s stomach calmed you down. “D’accord,” said the clerk. She added that Elise should be careful about eating the rich food too often or she’d become very fat. You said that you liked a woman with an appetite. Then you winked at the woman behind the counter. She smiled back and said that she too liked to eat, though your wife appeared to like it a bit too much.
You wondered about it on the drive back to your hotel. Could Elise perhaps like to eat? Not just for, uh, the taste but for the pleasure of it? You thought about asking her, but it seemed too miraculous that she’d let loose a day after promising to start a diet. Elise chowed through the bag until she could not manage another bite. Her stomach stuck out further than you’d seen it recently. You imagined it staying that large all the time and the thought brought out a big smile. On the way up the stairs, you watched Elise force herself up the stairs despite her bloated stomach. “I ate too much,” she whined. “Maybe I should throw these out then,” you teased. Elise turned her head over her rounded shoulder and said that you’d be dead if you so much as tried it.
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