I sat down in my first period class which was Social Studies. My chair let off a concerning creak upon me sitting and gave me a slight shiver. A couple of boring minutes pass and my teacher walks into the classroom clearly unhappy to be here. Nothing different as always. He does roll call with a monotone voice as the intercom comes on. "Rylie Witherson please come to the office." I get up with confusion and lug my books with me down to the office. "Y-you needed to see me?" I ask uncertainly. "Apparently you are free to go." The receptionist says to me with a sour tone.
"E-excuse me? Don't I have to sign out at least..?" I ask again getting more nervous. "No. Now get the hell out I got stuff to do" she snaps back at me like a whip. "I-i understand.... have a nice day." I quickly leave the office still just as confused as I walked in. As I get my bag and walk out the door I'm greeted to Mason leaning on his large black truck as if it was a Ferris Beuler movie. "What's going on??" I ask frantically as I walk up to him. "No need to worry. I pulled some strings so you have the day off. Your home free and risk free. Now come on, I wanna go some places with you" I responds as chill as ever. Somehow my body speaks for me and I smile happily and nod getting into the passenger side of his truck. He gets in and inserts the keys as the truck roars to life and he quickly drives away from the school. "Where are you taking me...?" I say quietly. "Somewhere special. Don't worry you'll love it" he casually responds back. At this point I don't even question it. So I'm going along with it now. After a few minutes of small talk we drive into the city. More specifically the fast food area of the city. I stare out the window in awe of all the colourful places and the inviting aromas they let off. Mason pulls into a McDonald's and we get out and walk in. He holds the door for me like a gentleman and we both walk up to order. "What am I allowed to get?" I ask politely not wanting to overdo it. "Anything you want. No price is too high. Besides, my family is filthy rich" he responds patting my back. I walk up to the counter and speak slightly embarrassed. "U-uhm.. can I get...... two quarter pounders... four fillet o'fish's... a large fries and a large soda please." The man on the other side of the counter happily places in my order and Mason pays for it all. We go and sit down as I look at Mason and he looks back at me with an entrancing gaze. "You know your eating all of it. Not exceptions" he demands smoothly. I heat up and feel the tingly feeling in my stomach again. "I-I understand....... s-sir" I spoke the last part rather quietly and it even surprised me. He raises a brow at me with a smirk but doesn't respond. After a bit the food arrives to our table and I begin to eat. The food all tastes absolutely delicious. As it does every time. A happy satisfied smile grows on my face as I eventually finish all the burgers feeling almost full already. I must have over assumed how much I could eat again. He looks at me with a stern expression. "Feeling full?" I begin to speak but he swiftly grabs a couple of fries and places them into my mouth before a word leaves it. "Chew." He says sternly again. I oblige and begin to chew it as he brings more food to my gullet. After all the fries are done I rub my extended gut "oo-oh.... I-I'm full...." I groan out. "Finish your drink then we can leave." He brings the straw to my mouth rather forcefully. As I realize I have no other choice I begin to suck on the straw and the fizzy liquid floods my mouth. He holds it until I finish and he pulls it away with a satisfied grin. I burp and quickly my face flushes an embarrassed shade of red. "E-excuse me...." I say as I rub my now extremely taut and round stomach. Mason gets out of his seat and sits beside me. He swiftly moves his hands onto my stomach and rubs it as if it was the best massage I've ever received. "You know.. I've had my eyes on you for awhile. I've always wanted to do this to you. And I plan to do it more." He vents as I look at him with a now more noticeable blush. "B-but I look huge! I-it's so embarrassing..." I say as I look at him again as his eyes are still glued to my bloated tummy. "I don't care. I think you look beautiful." He responds so nonchalantly it catches me off guard. "Y-you do??" I ask even more embarrassed. "Yes. Of course. And I'm going to make you so much bigger." He says moving his hands in large soothing circles. I let off a soft moan even I didn't notice it. He raises a brow again and looks up at me. "I can already tell you like this. Now come on. Onto the next restaurant." He grabs my hand and hoists me out of the booth. "N-next restaurant??"
