Chelsea Part 5

Andy was thrilled.

It had been exactly two weeks since Chelsea and Andy went on their first date, and things had only improved from there, in more ways than one.  They had been hanging out almost daily and Andy had quickly learned that Chelsea had a very serious appetite.  Although he was no master chef, Andy was pretty good in the kitchen so he had begun cooking dinner for himself and Chelsea almost every time they hung out, trying to change it up every time.  They almost hung out exclusively at Andy's apartment since he had no roommate, so they could stay up late and laugh loudly at bad horror movies, play video games (which Andy had gotten Chelsea into), and occasionally make out.

Tonight Andy was super excited, he had been preparing all day.  Chelsea was very open about overeating in front of him and tonight she had agreed to see how far she could go, so Andy was pushing his culinary skills to the max.  He had prepared vegetables (fried in butter in a skillet), a whole batch of rolls, macaroni and cheese (baked in a pan with bread crumbs on top, a recipe his Grandmother taught him), an apple pie, and to top it all off, a six pound turkey.  He knew it was overkill, hell, it was more of a Thanksgiving feast for ten people then a dinner for two, but he wanted to see just how much Chelsea could eat.

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Chelsea was getting ready to head out when her roommate, Ashley, stuck her head in the door.

"Jeeze Chels, you going on a date or are you just going to sit in your room and eat ice cream and watch TV?  Because the way you're dressed, I doubt your boyfriend is going to find you super attractive" Ashley teased.  It was true, Chelsea looked the opposite of a girl who was concerned about what her boyfriend thought of her, but it was for a few reasons.  The first reason was she knew Andy had something special planned, and special for Andy meant a lot of food.  Beyond their first date, Andy had never pushed her to overeat, but was always more than accommodating to grab her more food, pile more on her plate, or even romantically feed her himself.  

The second reason was that nothing fit her anymore.  In just two weeks she had managed to gain 11 pounds.  Overindulging every single day had left her with a tummy that now jiggled, thighs that almost touched, and a full cup size increase.  So Chelsea was wearing a pair of sweatpants, a white tank top that didn't quite cover her stomach, and a zip up hoodie that inched it's way up her tummy every few seconds.  Her breasts had been a B-cup since she hit puberty but she was now at a solid C-cup, and although she had just gotten a new bra she knew she'd need to go up another size soon.

"I will have you know, Ash, that my boyfriend enjoys the way I look regardless of how I dress.  So suck on THAT!"  Chelsea giggled, before playfully shooting a hairband at Ashley, hitting her in the neck.

"Ouch! Bitch.  Well you're lucky, and if you're smart you'll marry that guy so in 30 years when you weigh 400 pounds he'll still love you."  Ashley quipped, before sticking her tongue out and sliding out the door, shutting it behind herself.  Chelsea laughed a bit before looking in the mirror and thinking about what her roommate had just said.  She was unsure just how long this would go on between herself and Andy.  She didn't mind gaining weight right now, and she knew Andy really enjoyed it- she caught him adjusting his pants awkwardly more than once while they were together and she was eating- but she wasn't sure she wanted to get super fat... At least not yet.

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Andy jumped when he heard a knock on his door, before grinning widely.  He had just pulled the pie out and the turkey would finally be done cooking in about 20 minutes, which was more than enough time for Chelsea to dig into the other dishes, which were sitting on the table with lids covering them.  He stood up and checked himself in the reflection of his microwave to make sure he looked alright.  He hadn't dressed up, choosing to wear his regular jeans and an old band t-shirt, but he didn't want to look like a complete slob.  Not seeing any noticeable stains, he walked over to the door and opened it, beaming.  There stood Chelsea, and she looked amazing.  Andy couldn't help but stare at her for a few seconds.  Her brown, slightly curly hair was about shoulder length and framed her gorgeous face perfectly.  She was smiling, which always made Andy feel like the luckiest guy in the world.  Before she could even say hello he had wrapped his arms around her, lifting her up in a tight embrace.

"Ooof- Hi, Andy, I'm glad you're happy to see me!" She giggled as he squeezed her tightly.  He set her back down, blushing slightly at the fact that this amazing girl was OK with him doing things like that.  He grabbed her hand tightly and pulled her inside, excited to get the night started.  "What smells so good?  Oh... Oh my gosh, Andy... Wow."

Chelsea's eyes lit up as she saw the literal feast before her.  At first she wanted to ask if they were expect guests before she realized how silly that was, knowing Andy's tendencies.  She kissed Andy lightly before asking, "When do we eat?"

Andy grinned at that before responding, "Right now!  The turkey will be out soon but all the other food is ready, and I even got some wine!  I mean, it was like, thirty bucks, but-" Andy was cut off by Chelsea pushing him against the wall and kissing him, hard.  She wrapped her arms around him as she did so, before pulling away and looking right into his eyes.  "Andy, this is the sweetest, most romantic thing anyone has EVER done for me.  I want to repay you, so I'm going to try and eat all of it.  Well, minus whatever you eat, and since there's so much here, I expect you to eat quite a bit.  Alright, cutie?"  Andy could only nod his head eagerly before she kissed him again, lightly this time.  She pulled away and asked,

"Now, how about that wine?"