~BHM, Eating, Romance - A commuting gal finds an unusual destination at the end of the line.
There was nothing unusual about the day Sango got on the subway that morning. A slight smog warning was in effect, only adding to the mugginess. She turned onto her platform, sighing in relief as the cool air of the train hit her. Sango had chosen the front car on purpose - she loved seeing where she was going, and felt more secure.
Sitting down, she saw one of the drivers leaning back, pushing his stick back into the "go" position.
He glanced at her, giving her a quick nod and a smile. She couldn't help letting her eyes graze over him as he returned his attention to the track. He was very attractive. In his mid to late twenties, he was sure of himself. His dark hair was brushed back, revealing a well-boned if slightly chubby face. His green eyes had twinkled at her in the moment they had met, and his teeth were white against the darkness.
As the train sprang into motion, Sango's eyes were drawn to his stomach. His well-fitting shirt draped over it becomingly, and he had the beginnings of an overhang. She blushed slightly, wishing she had the courage once in a while to act on her feelings.
She settled back, closing her eyes, shivering slightly as the sweat dried. Suddenly, she felt a warm gently pressure on her shoulder. One eye popped open unwillingly.
"Mmm?" was her witty response to seeing the driver's kind and handsome face a mere foot from hers.
"We're at your stop," he said. "Ummm, you were asleep and I peeked at your ticket there in your shirt pocket." He smiled at her sleepy face. She was a cutie, he thought as he watched her look around, getting her bearings.
She blinked several times, stifling yawns. "I'm sorry?" She would have stood up, but he was close - well, his belly was. It invaded her personal space, but she didn't mind.
He saw her blink at him at him in confusion and with a blush realized she was focusing on his protruding gut. "I'm sorry, I forget sometimes how big I am. We're at your stop, and you're the last rider I have for the evening."
Standing with a grunt, he moved back and watched her as she recovered herself. Spotting a leather case by her feet, he leaned over and picked up a briefcase with apparently had slid to the floor, spilling its contents. Was it hers?
She stood up, realizing the train had stopped. She gazed at him shyly, seeing his belly fold over when he bent down. "Oh, sorry, that's mine. I guess I must have kicked it when I fell asleep..." She leaned down and began gathering her papers.
As she leaned over and in his nervousness to help this beautiful young woman, he cracked his head against hers. "DRAT," he said rubbing his forehead briskly. "I'm so sorry...are you ok? Here are the rest of your papers, they were under your seat." The scent of her was overpowering. The muggy heat made it even more intoxicating. Up close he saw she was well built and muscular. He could see the swell of well-toned biceps through her light, clingy top.
She winced in pain but managed a smile. "Thanks...I'm so embarrassed that I fell asleep...I don't usually do that I swear." She smiled and offered a hand, her hair falling about her face softly. "Sango - and you are?"
"My name is Toy Peterson. And don't kid me about my name, I've heard it all. This is my last stop," he said eyeing her. "I have to put away this car and sign out. Any chance I could buy you a milkshake or something to make up for that nasty crack I gave you?"
"Oh, that isn't necessary..." she demurred, but her eyes betrayed her desire for the cool drink as well as to know him better. She squeezed his hand in thanks and sat down, muscular thighs shown off to advantage in her spandex shorts.
"Ummm, too bad. I could use something cold to drink myself. If you like to think it over, you can ride this car to the yard...it's just around the corner." Smiling at her, he levered his bulk to his feet and made a vain attempt to tuck in his shirt under his soft belly. No wonder, he thought, not much chance she'd have anything to do with a tub of lard like me. Shrugging to himself, he waddled back to his chair and started up the car.
Sango flushed red. She had hoped he would have pressed more and knew that she would have to make a pass if she was ever to know him better. "How about pizza instead?" she blurted, cheeks flushed and looking slightly vulnerable.
He turned to her smiling. "Pizza it is. I know you can't tell by looking at this big gut, but I'm starving. I could eat a whole one." With that, he finished parking the vehicle, filled in his check sheet and held the door open for her. "It's right across the street. Best pizza in town."
She smiled and went through, holding the next-door open for him. Greatly daring, she hooked her arm through his, laughing about how a woman needed protection after dark. "So, what do you like on your pizza?"
He thought he felt her arm dig into his soft side a little more than he expected. "Um I like everything except fish and plenty of it." Crossing the street, he held open the door for her and ushered her to his favorite table.
"Luigi! Two of your specials and whatever the lady wants." Sighing, he squeezed his belly into the booth opposite her. He blushed as his gut oozed over the table a little, and pushed it down hastily.
Sango grinned. "I'll have a protein and fungus!" She leaned towards him smiling. "Meat and mushrooms are my favorite. Though I don't eat it often..." She rubbed her flat stomach and smiled at him once again. "So, Toy, what are the specials?" Her eyes twinkled, but instead of making the name sound insulting, she somehow managed to make it sound sexual.
He liked the way she said his name. She said it slow and deep and she watched him in a funny way as she said it. "Let's see, what's on the menu that a beautiful woman would remember for the rest of her life? No, not that. Nope. Hmmm...nope. Aha. Here we go. You'll like this. Guaranteed to weaken the strongest will power," and he winked at her waiting to see what she would do.
She grinned at him. "Is that how you got that?" she teased, looking at his thick middle. She leaned forward across the table to read the menu too.
"Yes, ma'am, that's exactly how I got this, with Luigi's help of course. It's gotten bigger recently...not exactly sure how. No, that's not true. I know exactly how. Gets in the way sometimes...of work, of tying my shoes, and generally most relationships. I guess I'm a little surprised you agreed to go with me. Most ladies wouldn't be caught dead with someone built like me."
The food came with a broad wink at her from Luigi and they began to eat. His was as good as ever...thick heavy crust, mounds of melted cheese and dripping sausages. Sighing happily he began to inhale his dinner.
Sango stared at him in open amazement. "It isn't THAT big, for one! What are you, two hundred maybe? For another - and I'm being frank - you are VERY handsome. Besides, I'd rather a tiny bit of fat than skin and bones!" she smiled. Not meaning to, she brushed her leg against his under the table.
He smiled, knowing she was just being kind to him, even the little pressure against him under the table. "Eat up, you're way behind," he said instead, not knowing how to respond. "I've no plans tonight, and if you're in the area I can drop you off home and save you the walk." He continued to eat his favorite dinner, two medium pizzas, and in no time they were gone. He sat back with a sigh and began rubbing his distended stomach.
She had eaten only one slice, and pushed her plate towards him, eyes glinting with arousal. "Please, eat mine. The pizza is lovely, but I have to maintain my figure..." She touched his wrist lightly, hand warm.
He looked at her wondering where she was coming from....unheard of. Shrugging, he pulled her plate toward him and began to finish it. About two slices from finishing he knew he'd reached his limit, and probably hers as well. He groaned and sat back, his shirt tight and his belt buckle digging into his belly. Let's see, he thought, how else could I make myself more look more idiotic and miserable to this incredibly gorgeous woman? In the low light she leaned forward toward him, her breasts pushed against her thin top, her eyes glittering and her nipples like points as she watched him eat.
Sango slipped around to his side of the booth and sat on the outside, her blonde hair glistening. She smiled softly, shyly. "I've been here before...I know you can't doggy bag the food,.so we have to finish it..." Holding up a slice to his lips, her open lips parted lightly, body pressing into his lightly.
This was impossible, he thought. He could feel her pressing against him, urgently, willing him to eat. The piece was at his lips, her eyes deepening, he was falling into them as he opened his mouth and began to eat the last two pieces.
Feeding him slowly, Sango got more excited with every chew. All through the evening she had watched his belly bloat, his jowls quivering when he laughed - and now, here she was, feeding him like she had known him for months! Her audacity shocked her, and she suddenly lost her nerve, ducking back to her side, breathing heavily, her biceps standing out slightly as she gripped the table.
In some slight pain, he leaned back gasping. He could not believe he had finished almost three of Luigi's "The Works" pizzas. Running his hands over his distended sides, he felt her move back to her side. "What? No one has ever done that to me before. That was amazing. Please don't look away. Talk to me...tell me what just happened!"
Sango was red, and she leaned forward, breathing deeply. "Toy, before I say anything else, would you like to see me again sometime?"
"Sometime? Anytime! I would like to see you now! Amazing, I've never eaten like that." He hid a small burp behind a napkin. "But please, if it won't offend, my gut hurts like hell and I either need to unbuckle, unbutton or go for a walk. I will follow you anywhere, but give me a minute to collect my breath."
Sango waved over the waiter and paid, despite Toys protests. She got up and carefully helped him slip from his confinement. "Lets go for a walk; you can ask me anything along the way."
Sango and Her New Toy
by Anonymous
There was nothing unusual about the day Sango got on the subway that morning. A slight smog warning was in effect, only adding to the mugginess. She turned onto her platform, sighing in relief as the cool air of the train hit her. Sango had chosen the front car on purpose - she loved seeing where she was going, and felt more secure.
Sitting down, she saw one of the drivers leaning back, pushing his stick back into the "go" position.
He glanced at her, giving her a quick nod and a smile. She couldn't help letting her eyes graze over him as he returned his attention to the track. He was very attractive. In his mid to late twenties, he was sure of himself. His dark hair was brushed back, revealing a well-boned if slightly chubby face. His green eyes had twinkled at her in the moment they had met, and his teeth were white against the darkness.
As the train sprang into motion, Sango's eyes were drawn to his stomach. His well-fitting shirt draped over it becomingly, and he had the beginnings of an overhang. She blushed slightly, wishing she had the courage once in a while to act on her feelings.
She settled back, closing her eyes, shivering slightly as the sweat dried. Suddenly, she felt a warm gently pressure on her shoulder. One eye popped open unwillingly.
"Mmm?" was her witty response to seeing the driver's kind and handsome face a mere foot from hers.
"We're at your stop," he said. "Ummm, you were asleep and I peeked at your ticket there in your shirt pocket." He smiled at her sleepy face. She was a cutie, he thought as he watched her look around, getting her bearings.
She blinked several times, stifling yawns. "I'm sorry?" She would have stood up, but he was close - well, his belly was. It invaded her personal space, but she didn't mind.
He saw her blink at him at him in confusion and with a blush realized she was focusing on his protruding gut. "I'm sorry, I forget sometimes how big I am. We're at your stop, and you're the last rider I have for the evening."
Standing with a grunt, he moved back and watched her as she recovered herself. Spotting a leather case by her feet, he leaned over and picked up a briefcase with apparently had slid to the floor, spilling its contents. Was it hers?
She stood up, realizing the train had stopped. She gazed at him shyly, seeing his belly fold over when he bent down. "Oh, sorry, that's mine. I guess I must have kicked it when I fell asleep..." She leaned down and began gathering her papers.
As she leaned over and in his nervousness to help this beautiful young woman, he cracked his head against hers. "DRAT," he said rubbing his forehead briskly. "I'm so sorry...are you ok? Here are the rest of your papers, they were under your seat." The scent of her was overpowering. The muggy heat made it even more intoxicating. Up close he saw she was well built and muscular. He could see the swell of well-toned biceps through her light, clingy top.
She winced in pain but managed a smile. "Thanks...I'm so embarrassed that I fell asleep...I don't usually do that I swear." She smiled and offered a hand, her hair falling about her face softly. "Sango - and you are?"
"My name is Toy Peterson. And don't kid me about my name, I've heard it all. This is my last stop," he said eyeing her. "I have to put away this car and sign out. Any chance I could buy you a milkshake or something to make up for that nasty crack I gave you?"
"Oh, that isn't necessary..." she demurred, but her eyes betrayed her desire for the cool drink as well as to know him better. She squeezed his hand in thanks and sat down, muscular thighs shown off to advantage in her spandex shorts.
"Ummm, too bad. I could use something cold to drink myself. If you like to think it over, you can ride this car to the yard...it's just around the corner." Smiling at her, he levered his bulk to his feet and made a vain attempt to tuck in his shirt under his soft belly. No wonder, he thought, not much chance she'd have anything to do with a tub of lard like me. Shrugging to himself, he waddled back to his chair and started up the car.
Sango flushed red. She had hoped he would have pressed more and knew that she would have to make a pass if she was ever to know him better. "How about pizza instead?" she blurted, cheeks flushed and looking slightly vulnerable.
He turned to her smiling. "Pizza it is. I know you can't tell by looking at this big gut, but I'm starving. I could eat a whole one." With that, he finished parking the vehicle, filled in his check sheet and held the door open for her. "It's right across the street. Best pizza in town."
She smiled and went through, holding the next-door open for him. Greatly daring, she hooked her arm through his, laughing about how a woman needed protection after dark. "So, what do you like on your pizza?"
He thought he felt her arm dig into his soft side a little more than he expected. "Um I like everything except fish and plenty of it." Crossing the street, he held open the door for her and ushered her to his favorite table.
"Luigi! Two of your specials and whatever the lady wants." Sighing, he squeezed his belly into the booth opposite her. He blushed as his gut oozed over the table a little, and pushed it down hastily.
Sango grinned. "I'll have a protein and fungus!" She leaned towards him smiling. "Meat and mushrooms are my favorite. Though I don't eat it often..." She rubbed her flat stomach and smiled at him once again. "So, Toy, what are the specials?" Her eyes twinkled, but instead of making the name sound insulting, she somehow managed to make it sound sexual.
He liked the way she said his name. She said it slow and deep and she watched him in a funny way as she said it. "Let's see, what's on the menu that a beautiful woman would remember for the rest of her life? No, not that. Nope. Hmmm...nope. Aha. Here we go. You'll like this. Guaranteed to weaken the strongest will power," and he winked at her waiting to see what she would do.
She grinned at him. "Is that how you got that?" she teased, looking at his thick middle. She leaned forward across the table to read the menu too.
"Yes, ma'am, that's exactly how I got this, with Luigi's help of course. It's gotten bigger recently...not exactly sure how. No, that's not true. I know exactly how. Gets in the way sometimes...of work, of tying my shoes, and generally most relationships. I guess I'm a little surprised you agreed to go with me. Most ladies wouldn't be caught dead with someone built like me."
The food came with a broad wink at her from Luigi and they began to eat. His was as good as ever...thick heavy crust, mounds of melted cheese and dripping sausages. Sighing happily he began to inhale his dinner.
Sango stared at him in open amazement. "It isn't THAT big, for one! What are you, two hundred maybe? For another - and I'm being frank - you are VERY handsome. Besides, I'd rather a tiny bit of fat than skin and bones!" she smiled. Not meaning to, she brushed her leg against his under the table.
He smiled, knowing she was just being kind to him, even the little pressure against him under the table. "Eat up, you're way behind," he said instead, not knowing how to respond. "I've no plans tonight, and if you're in the area I can drop you off home and save you the walk." He continued to eat his favorite dinner, two medium pizzas, and in no time they were gone. He sat back with a sigh and began rubbing his distended stomach.
She had eaten only one slice, and pushed her plate towards him, eyes glinting with arousal. "Please, eat mine. The pizza is lovely, but I have to maintain my figure..." She touched his wrist lightly, hand warm.
He looked at her wondering where she was coming from....unheard of. Shrugging, he pulled her plate toward him and began to finish it. About two slices from finishing he knew he'd reached his limit, and probably hers as well. He groaned and sat back, his shirt tight and his belt buckle digging into his belly. Let's see, he thought, how else could I make myself more look more idiotic and miserable to this incredibly gorgeous woman? In the low light she leaned forward toward him, her breasts pushed against her thin top, her eyes glittering and her nipples like points as she watched him eat.
Sango slipped around to his side of the booth and sat on the outside, her blonde hair glistening. She smiled softly, shyly. "I've been here before...I know you can't doggy bag the food,.so we have to finish it..." Holding up a slice to his lips, her open lips parted lightly, body pressing into his lightly.
This was impossible, he thought. He could feel her pressing against him, urgently, willing him to eat. The piece was at his lips, her eyes deepening, he was falling into them as he opened his mouth and began to eat the last two pieces.
Feeding him slowly, Sango got more excited with every chew. All through the evening she had watched his belly bloat, his jowls quivering when he laughed - and now, here she was, feeding him like she had known him for months! Her audacity shocked her, and she suddenly lost her nerve, ducking back to her side, breathing heavily, her biceps standing out slightly as she gripped the table.
In some slight pain, he leaned back gasping. He could not believe he had finished almost three of Luigi's "The Works" pizzas. Running his hands over his distended sides, he felt her move back to her side. "What? No one has ever done that to me before. That was amazing. Please don't look away. Talk to me...tell me what just happened!"
Sango was red, and she leaned forward, breathing deeply. "Toy, before I say anything else, would you like to see me again sometime?"
"Sometime? Anytime! I would like to see you now! Amazing, I've never eaten like that." He hid a small burp behind a napkin. "But please, if it won't offend, my gut hurts like hell and I either need to unbuckle, unbutton or go for a walk. I will follow you anywhere, but give me a minute to collect my breath."
Sango waved over the waiter and paid, despite Toys protests. She got up and carefully helped him slip from his confinement. "Lets go for a walk; you can ask me anything along the way."
