Emily shivered as she pushed through the doors of 'Fat Italy.' She let out a relieved sigh that Michael had not given up on waiting for her. Then, quickly, she slipped into the booth across from him and reached for one of the rolls sitting on the table.
"Your mom?" He asked her, reaching across the table to tuck a loose strand of hair behind her ear. She shook her head then got another roll before smiling at him. It was almost fun to pretend as if everything was going fine, and she hadn't just effectively abandoned home just mere minutes ago.
"Sorry, lost track of time." Emily lied smoothly before grabbing the third roll.
Michael chuckled, "Well, it's good to see you eating for once. Usually, I have to force you to eat anything."
Emily felt her cheeks burn and glanced at the table between them, shifting uncomfortably on the soft seat. Michael gave a half-smile, a glint in his eyes, and Emily couldn't help thinking he looked like a wolf, sizing up its next meal.
"Want to skip dinner?" He asked, and Emily could hear a slight waver in his voice. She shook her head, glancing back up at him, her face a mask of innocence, "I'm starving."
Michael grinned, leaning in slowly to kiss Emily before sliding out of the booth. Emily felt a tingle of desire rush through her, "Alright, just wanted to make sure. I'm going to get some food. You coming?"
Emily just nodded, sliding out of the booth and following a few steps behind. Micheal was tall and muscular, his messy, dirty-blond hair falling into his eyes. His dark eyes were intelligent and firm. His back was straight, his shoulders square. He was the epitome of confidence as he sauntered towards the buffet.
Emily let out a sigh, her heart pounding in her chest, yet, despite her attraction, something else was fighting for her attention. The beast was gaining more and more control, making it harder and harder for Emily to resist its urges. Finally, the beast seemed to lick its chops as Emily's eyes went wide.
Veal for the pasta carbonara, chicken for the spaghetti marsala, rigatoni with meat sauce, lasagna, and every type of pizza Emily could think of. Breadsticks, salads, desserts. Emily had more temptation than she'd ever imagined could exist in one place, and her will to resist was quickly fading. Emily dug in, stuffing her mouth with everything she could reach, then gulping down glass after glass of chocolate milk. Finally, her eyes fell upon the chocolate cake, and Emily practically lunged for it. Emily scarfed everything down before her brain even registered what she was eating. It didn't matter. All that mattered now was satisfying the beast. It was relentless, overjoyed that it had finally earned her compliance.
Emily could feel her jeans begin to tighten across her hips and ass, but she didn't care. Instead, she shoved a penne pasta covered in cheese and sauces into her mouth as she quickly returned to the buffet to load up another plate. Michael watched her hungrily, gently nudging her to continue. With each dish she ate, Emily could feel the beast growing stronger. By the time she'd finished dessert and cleaned up, Emily wobbled a bit as she made her way to the buffet for one more plate.
"It's good to see you actually eating," Michael said as Emily sat back down, eyeing the plate before her. "Usually, I have to force you to eat anything. It's not healthy to eat so little."
Emily just nodded, filling her mouth with pasta and sauces as Michael smiled at her. His eyes kept drifting to her belly, and Emily tugged at her shirt, her face burning.
"Where did this come from? I've never seen you eat this much." Michael finally asked, his voice quiet, though his eyes shone with pure lust.
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