Going out to growing out

Intentions

I didn't see her for three weeks after that kiss. I started to think that she made a mistake. There went my chances of having a feedee girlfriend, I thought.
But then I got a text one afternoon. I felt so happy to read her name. She was going to a party that night and she wanted me to join her to show to her ex that she'd moved on. I didn't mind the fact that she was using me, given that I was using her for my own pleasures.

Dressed in some jeans and a plain shirt, I wait outside the house party for her. She soon walks over to me in a black crop top and a denim skirt. I am completely mesmerised by how this weight suits her. Her skirt digs into her round belly. Inside, I'm desperate to unzip it and free that growing belly of hers. I have to blink a few times before I greet her. She takes my arm with confidence and I know for a fact that I'm falling under her spell.
She takes me around the house, passing surprised onlookers. They mostly seem to be noticing her new figure.
We reach the drinks table and she pours herself some vodka which she drinks quite quickly. I open up a beer and slowly drink.
She sees somebody behind me and pulls me into a kiss. This one is quite aggressive but I enjoy the attention anyway.
We drink a little more, staying by the drinks table. After about five or six beers, I'm starting to feel quite light. I lean against her for support and she pulls me in, her belly pressing against me. I can't help but let out a presumably dumb looking smile. "Thank you", I say to her. She chuckles and I can feel her arms trying to keep me up straight.
She ruffles my hair. "You wanna ditch this place?", she asks and I nod back, hoping she has some more in store for me.
We walk out of the party and head to a street with various take-out and fast food places. "I'm really hungry", she tells me.
I nod and let her drag me into some kind of burger place. I order a soda and let her order her own food. "I'll have a double cheeseburger, six nuggets, six mozerella sticks, a large fries and a large soda."
We get our food and sit down at a table. My head sways slightly as I admire her. "I know that you've been fattening me up", she tells me.
All I do is nod. It's not like I hid my intentions.
She eats some fries before saying, "I won't stop you." She drinks some soda and eats some more. She gains a pace, seeming pleasured by the food. I sip my own drink and watch with a slight smile. As she fills up with food, her belly bloats. She leans back and rubs the side of her belly. "I can't believe how fat you've made me already.", she says softly.
"Already?", I ask.
She nods, drinking more soda. "I know I'll grow even fatter if I keep hanging around you.", she says. She keeps eating, her stomach bloating until it's grown nice and solid. Her skirt looks ready to open at a flick of the zipper.
She heaves herself up and helps me onto my feet. She wraps an arm around me to keep me steady.
I let her walk me home, not asking any questions about it.
I lay down on the couch and relax. I feel so tired and dizzy. I always was a lightweight.
I hear her chuckling. "You're really going to sleep when I'm right in front of you.", she teases. I just nod, unable to think of anything but getting some rest.