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The Project

Chapter 1
By ~s3mans from DeviantArt
Original idea, characters and illustrations by Liesisvies
Edited slightly by Psyman2

"Thanks, uh," she read his nametag for the 6th time that week, "Taylor" she smiled nervously. He smiled back with a calm smooth air to him as he placed her sandwich in front of her; "no problem miss enjoy your sandwich" he winked at her and left to return to his post at the counter. She smiled nervously down at the sandwich she was barely going to touch with bright red cheeks.

Abigail Reets, a farm town resident from the middle of no where, had moved to the city for college 3 weeks ago and had discovered this terrible cafe about 5 days ago. She looks down at her sandwich and smiled dreamily - mentally off on a beach some where with "Taylor". She giggled as she disassembled the sandwich with her fork.

In the community where Abigail had grown up every one was the same. The kids at her school all liked the same thing, they all wore the same clothes, the all talked about the same things; she couldn't stand it. She so desperately craved something different than a brown haired and eyed boy who father was and farmer and he was going to be a farmer. She wanted someone different that wasn't dull, that didn't talk about when the next football game was or about tractors or guns; she wanted a guy who was different from all that.

"Taylor," as she had read off his nametag over and over again, was what she was looking for. He was cute, funny, flirtatious, great smile, but most importantly he didn't look like the sort of boy who knew the difference between a Deere '92 and a Lawnmate '93.

Abigail sighed; she wanted Taylor. She came to the cafe everyday since she had discovered it. She put up with over roasted coffee beans, stale breaded sandwiches, and limp veggies, just to get that 30 second conversation with him. She thought he was perfect ... sort of.

He was good looking, and he was funny but he was also a bit of a beanpole. He was thin, or "lean" if you wanted to let your imagination run; and, "lean" is not what she was looking for. Abigail had always been slightly different from the kids in her town, at least in thoughts anyways. She dressed the same and acted the same as them but when she got home she wasn't listening to country music like her friends. She would get home blast punk rock on her ipod, change from her button down shirt and woolen pleated skirt into ripped jeans with chains and hot pink baby tees and fantasize about boys. When she fantasized they weren't the boys from her town in the slightest; not thin Johnny with the promising career as a farmer. No, she liked "big" guys and that was what HE was missing.

She sighed and poked at the sandwich again, "oh well, it's a nice day might was well make what I can of it all" she attempted to eat the sandwich and threw out the remains. She left cash for the bill and a $10 tip. She hopped off the sidewalk where the cafe was and looked around. No classes, newly cashed paycheck, and plenty of stores she had yet to explore.

Abigail walked down the side of the street opposite of the cafe, window-shopping. She glanced around not finding much until a dark little store came up. She wasn't sure why she noticed it; the store seemed to avoid attention by letting the dark wood it was made from blend in nicely with the shadows. Abigail looked in the window and spied a beautiful indigo stoned necklace. It was gorgeous, her favorite color. She peered in the window, very little light shown through. She pressed her face up against the glass, like a child in a candy store at stare at it. She was gazing deeply, trying to catch a glimpse of a price tag or maybe even a motion coming from inside the store, anything.

"You like, yes?" a deep voice boomed from behind her.

Abigail jumped back, eyes wide, hands shooting up to clutch her heart. A tall, brawny man smoking a cigar was standing in the store's door way. He smiled and laughed slightly; smoke seeping out of his mouth.

"OH!" Abigail said to try and not seem as frightened as she was, "hello, uh sorry" she smiled nervously, "I didn't know you were there" she blushed, mostly out of fear.

"No, no" he said, his voice deep with a thick Hungarian accent, "My apologies Miss, I should have known better as to not disturb window shoppers." He smiled, not like Taylor smiled though, a sort of horrifying smile that said, "you are a small, frightened, woman all by your self, and I know it." He had white hair but a face that did not seem to match that color, and a slight beard on his chin, a bright pink color, giving him an even more youthful look.

He inhaled deeply, "but if you would be liking, I can show you that necklace. It is a special piece."

A bit hesitant she agreed and followed him into the odds and ends store.

Entering, she was hit with a wave of burning sage scent, a smell that would describe the store perfectly. Herbs hanging from the walls, jars full of what could have been body parts, animals, or gummy bears. There were shelves and shelves of books, and selves of obscure metal objects, and shelves of jewels and exotic clothe, everything.

The man reached into the front window display and took out the necklace.
"Imported from Papua New Guinea, blessed by a witch doctor. This little stone is said to make your wildest dreams come true, to have those who need to obey. You want to try it on?"

Abigail stood with her eyes open wide, she thought it was a beautiful necklace and already knew she would buy it, not because she wanted it so much but because she was afraid this man might hurt her if she didn't. "Oh, uh sure" she smiled nervously again. The man nodded and put it around her neck, a frightful experience for Abigail; but unlike his huge hands suggested he was very gentle. He pulled out a mirror from a drawer and held it in front of her. "Beautiful, no?"

She loved it, "yes" she replied smiling at her own reflection, she looked up at him, "How much is it?"

The man removed the cigar from his mouth and exhaled, "hmm, for a pretty girl like you, let us make it $13, yes?"

Her hands dove into her purse and pulled out the money, the man took it and put it in a drawer, he scribbled a price onto a hand written receipt and gave it to her, "pleasure doing business, but I warn you, any problems with it come back to see me. I will make sure it behaves. Good bye now."

"Oh uh goodbye!" she said slightly confused by his words.

The man nodded and disappeared into the back of the store, probably to finish his cigar.

Abigail smiled and felt like skipping down the sidewalk, but to keep from making a fool of her self, she settled for humming. She hummed and walked down the road, distracted by daydreams and the glory of a new piece of jewelry.

Chapter 2
By Psyman2
My first attempt at any kind of fiction writing so be gentle please!  Also probably more than one chapter worth - I was on a roll!

Taylor stood behind the lunch counter, pretending to wipe down the already clean counter.  In between ineffectual swipes of his towel, he snuck glances at his only customer, a slender girl sitting in the corner.  Not normally shy, Taylor wasn't sure what to do.  The girl had been in five days in a row, hardly ate anything that she ordered, and then left.  But yesterday, she had left him a $10 tip!  "A ten dollar tip for a five dollar sandwich?" Taylor wondered to himself, "either she is flirting with me or has more money than sense!"  He was almost certain that he should go up and ask her out.  When he had winked at her yesterday, she had blushed; a good sign.  Though he hated to admit it to himself, he was a little intimidated by her total "cuteness".

Today for instance, she was wearing a really sexy short pleated skirt, pink fishnet stockings and white calf-high boots.  A silky top, funky glove and other assorted bangles gave her a cute/punk look that Taylor was really starting to enjoy!  As she sat there picking at her sandwich and absently twirling a stray curl from her long strawberry blond hair, the light caught the facets of the deep blue stone on the pendant around her neck.

Taylor was transfixed!  He stared at the twinkling blue stone, watching it shift, ever so slightly with each breath.  At that exact moment the girl looked up and their eyes locked! In what seemed like a very long moment, but which probably only lasted a few seconds; he gazed into her emerald green eyes.  They appeared to grow in his awareness until they filled his world with their beauty and allure a combined glow of the green from her eyes and the deep blue from the stone on her necklace.

After an endless time, Taylor blinked; looking down he blushed and coughed nervously.  Risking a glance, Taylor saw that the girl was also flushed, but was looking at him with a mischievous smile.  Taking a deep breath, Taylor stepped around the counter and said:  "Hi, my name's Taylor, what's yours?"

The girl replied with a smile on her face: "Abigail".

"You've been in here a lot recently", Taylor replied, "It can't be because of the food!"

"Oh, I don't know", Abigail said coyly, "The cook is cute enough to make up for the food!"

With a big smile on his face, Taylor was about to reply that his boss was a cheap bastard who wouldn't spring for the best ingredients when a group of college students trooped in the door and lined up at the counter.  Thinking quickly, he asked Abigail:

"Hey, I'm off in an hour, do you want to go out for some real food?"

"Sure", she replied, "do you mind if I sit here and work on my sketches?"

"Not at all" Taylor said eagerly, "We never have enough customers to need the space anyway!"

As Taylor walked excitedly behind the counter he saw Abigail pull a large sketchpad and pencils from her book bag, settle her self and begin to draw.

"She's waiting for me!" Taylor thought to him self, "she really must be interested!"  "Yea me!!"

Head buzzing with potentialities, Taylor moved back behind the counter and started taking orders.  Preparing the sandwiches as he always did, Taylor noticed that the roast beef, which normally didn't appeal to him due to its slightly green cast, smelled really good today.  Taking a closer look, it seemed the same as always, it just looked - tasty.  Putting away the meat and pulling out the dill pickle jar, he was assaulted by the delicious garlic aroma wafting out of the jar.  Immediately, his stomach started to growl.

"That's odd," thought Taylor as he fished out the luscious green oblongs of tempting crispness, "I don't even really like pickles".  Thinking back it had been a long time since he had eaten - an early lunch, but not that long!

Finishing the sandwiches, he reluctantly handed them over to his customers, and took their money.  Seeing the food walk away caused another tug in Taylor's belly.  Taking a quick glance over at Abigail, who seemed immersed in her sketch, Taylor ducked in the back for a moment to collect him self.

This turned out to be a bad idea!  Most of the morning's food delivery was staring at him though the glass doors of the refrigerators - he even thought he could smell it!  His stomach really starting to sound off now, so he grabbed a chunk of cheddar from the fridge and quickly devoured the whole thing!  "That was half a pound of cheese!" he thought as he wiped his mouth and headed back to the front counter, "I shouldn't have been able to get all that down!"  But it did seem to have calmed down his stomach.  He also noticed a smooth calm radiating throughout his body - he had never felt quite this good before - strange!

Over the next hour as a few more customers drifted in, his hunger returned.  Not as insistent as before, but constant grazing from the meat and cheese containers seemed to help.  He was starting to get worried, but each time he swallowed, those concerns just went away!

By the time Julie arrived to relieve him at the end of his shift Taylor was really ready to go!  He had a date with Abigail and he new just the place to take her.  About six blocks down from the CafŽ was a funky little place called "Jon's Fish Shack".  Well know to local residents for it's fresh seafood, huge portions and reasonable prices, Taylor's mouth started watering just thinking about it!

Removing his apron and coming around the counter Taylor came up to Abigail who was putting the finishing touches on her sketch.  Glancing up, she quickly flipped the cover closed, but not before he caught a glimpse of what she had drawn.  A full length shot of me standing next to her!  Taylor wasn't too sure, with his brief look, but it looked like she had drawn him without his shirt on!  Another good sign, but he decided not to mention it now.

"So", Taylor said nonchalantly, "You're an artist?"

"Trying to be" replied Abigail modestly, "I was just accepted at the school's art institute."

"Wow, isn't the institute hard to get into?  They reject like a thousand applications every year!"

Pleased by the implied compliment, a grinning Abigail stood and started walking toward the door saying: "Are you ready to go?  You look hungry to me!"

Nodding emphatically, Taylor grabbed his jacket and Abigail's hand (she didn't seem to object!) and they headed off down the street.  Having heard about the Fish Shack, but never having eaten there, Abigail was more than willing to give it a try.  As they walked and chatted, Taylor told Abigail about himself - son of two elementary school teachers who had lived their whole lives in this college town and his not too surprising decision to pursue a teaching career.  Currently a science major in his senior year, he was hoping to apply to the credentialing program soon.

As they rounded the last corner, Taylor finished off with: "But I would like to take a year or so off before I start teaching to travel - Backpacking in Europe would be way cool!"

Taylor and Abigail stood facing the Fish Shack - several other young couples were heading inside and Taylor waved at a few he knew.  On the way in he noticed a sign saying:  "New Tuesday special!  All you can eat shrimp cocktail"

This was a seat yourself kind of place so Taylor selected a cozy booth in the back.  The waitress came and took their drink orders, gave them menus and headed back to the kitchen.  Up to this point Taylor had been so focused on Abigail (She just kept getting cuter!) that he had completely forgotten his odd hunger pangs.  However, just as the door to the kitchen swung open, a gust of spice-laden air wafted out and his stomach growled like an angry tiger!

Both of Abigail's eyebrows shot up at the startling sound, but she smiled and said:  "well, aren't you a hungry boy!"

Trying not to look too embarrassed, Taylor replied: "ah, yeah, I've been famished all afternoon - I'm not really sure why."

"Then we will just need to make sure we get you filled up," Abigail said with a suggestive tone to her voice, running her finger down the menu.

When the waitress returned Taylor was surprised when Abigail took charge and ordered the "Seafood Family Platter" and told the waitress to "keep the shrimp cocktails coming!"  "I hope you don't mind" she said coyly "but you look really hungry and you can finish off anything I don't want."

By this time Taylor's stomach was practically doing flips so he didn't argue - it was also kind of hot when a woman took charge like that!

First to arrive were the drinks and shrimp cocktails for both of us.  This being the Fish Shack, there were ten super jumbo shrimp - each almost six inches long, in a large glass with spicy red sauce and lemon.  Taylor dug in immediately and had downed eight of them without even looking up.

He saw Abigail openly staring at him, daintily nibbling on her second shrimp, she said: "Don't stop on my account, I love to see a man who can really eat!"  With that encouragement, Taylor finished off the rest of his shrimp.  Seeing that he had finished, Abigail took one more shrimp and gently pushed her glass over to Taylor, indicating he should finish it off.  Taylor happily agreed while Abigail signaled the waitress for another round.

While he was eating, Abigail chatted about her life and school and while Taylor was listening, most of his attention was on the food.  "When did shrimp start to taste so good" he thought, "I can't seem to get enough of these!"  Four orders of shrimp later, Taylor noticed that his pants were getting tight, so as casually as he could, he loosed his belt a couple of notches.

As soon as he took the pressure off his expanding stomach, Taylor felt his belly shift down inside his torso!  At first he was startled and Abigail asked him if he was O.K. but it didn't feel bad.  In fact, it felt good!  He had been getting pretty full and he was having a bit of trouble breathing freely, now he was breathing easy and the calm contented feeling had returned.  It didn't just feel good; it felt right!

At this point the Seafood Platter arrived.  Normally intended to feed a family of four (a very large and hungry family of four) the platter almost completely covered the table.  There was seafood of every type, battered, steamed, baked, broiled, boiled and poached.  Crab legs, scallops, halibut, salmon, clams, muscles, calamari, more shrimp and even a row of sushi all the way around the outside of the platter and a huge lobster sitting on top of everything!

Despite having downed over 50 jumbo shrimp, Taylor's belly growled again at the sight of the huge pile of food!  Looking sheepish, but definitely not holding back, he eagerly dug into the seafood bonanza before him.  Abigail selected a healthy plate full, but seldom took her eyes off Taylor, watching each bite with growing excitement.  If either of them were paying attention they might have noticed the stone in Abigail's necklace glinting - coincidently each time Taylor swallowed another bite.

By the time Abigail had finished her plate, Taylor had devoured almost three-quarters of what was left and seemed to be slowing down.  His belly was sticking out so much, it almost touched the table and he had completely undone his belt and was seriously considering unbuttoning his pants too, when Abigail suddenly stood up and slid around next to him in the booth.

Looking up at him with adoration in her big green eyes, Abigail said in a small voice:  "May I rub your belly please?"  There was now an added pressure in Taylor's pants, but it was mostly (hopefully) concealed by the roundness of his tummy.  With a bit of catch in his voice, Taylor said: "I wish you would".

The pleasure Taylor had been experiencing was nothing compared to the addition of Abigail's touch to his distended belly.  Leaning back with his eyes closed, he let her slowly caress and then gently kneed his growing gut, letting out little sighs of ecstasy, and moans of pleasure/almost pain.

Suddenly, there was something warm against his lips - and Abigail's voice in his ear:  "eat, just a little more for me please?"  Taylor couldn't believe it, but his mouth opened almost of its own accord and a buttery giant scallop rolled onto his tongue.  The sensation of being fed by Abigail was even more intense than the belly rub (which continued with her other hand) and as soon as he swallowed, he opened his mouth for more.

"Good, good," whispered Abigail, "just a few more bites for me."  And so it continued until every last scrap of food was stuffed into his drastically full belly.  With the last bite the poor button on Thomas's pants actually popped off!  It zipped across the table and landed in Abigail's glass.

"Excellent shot" she murmured in his ear, never letting up on the belly rub.

Thomas knew that he should be in significant pain, he had never eaten this much in his life - he didn't think anyone could eat this much!  However, his belly just felt pleasantly full and heavy, gurgling happily to itself every now and then.

It was getting late and the other patrons had started to thin out when the waitress returned.  With one eyebrow raised high, she looked askance at the empty platter and Taylor's belly.  "I don't suppose you will be needing any dessert tonight," she said handing the desert menu to Abigail.  Caught in the middle of suppressing a major burp, Taylor couldn't even speak.

Abigail took one look at the offerings and said:  "Death by Chocolate, make it a double!"

The deep blue stone glittered brightly against her shapely neck.

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The Project

Chapter 1
By ~s3mans from DeviantArt
Original idea, characters and illustrations by Liesisvies
Edited slightly by Psyman2

"Thanks, uh," she read his nametag for the 6th time that week, "Taylor" she smiled nervously. He smiled back with a calm smooth air to him as he placed her sandwich in front of her; "no problem miss enjoy your sandwich" he winked at her and left to return to his post at the counter. She smiled nervously down at the sandwich she was barely going to touch with bright red cheeks.

Abigail Reets, a farm town resident from the middle of no where, had moved to the city for college 3 weeks ago and had discovered this terrible cafe about 5 days ago. She looks down at her sandwich and smiled dreamily - mentally off on a beach some where with "Taylor". She giggled as she disassembled the sandwich with her fork.

In the community where Abigail had grown up every one was the same. The kids at her school all liked the same thing, they all wore the same clothes, the all talked about the same things; she couldn't stand it. She so desperately craved something different than a brown haired and eyed boy who father was and farmer and he was going to be a farmer. She wanted someone different that wasn't dull, that didn't talk about when the next football game was or about tractors or guns; she wanted a guy who was different from all that.

"Taylor," as she had read off his nametag over and over again, was what she was looking for. He was cute, funny, flirtatious, great smile, but most importantly he didn't look like the sort of boy who knew the difference between a Deere '92 and a Lawnmate '93.

Abigail sighed; she wanted Taylor. She came to the cafe everyday since she had discovered it. She put up with over roasted coffee beans, stale breaded sandwiches, and limp veggies, just to get that 30 second conversation with him. She thought he was perfect ... sort of.

He was good looking, and he was funny but he was also a bit of a beanpole. He was thin, or "lean" if you wanted to let your imagination run; and, "lean" is not what she was looking for. Abigail had always been slightly different from the kids in her town, at least in thoughts anyways. She dressed the same and acted the same as them but when she got home she wasn't listening to country music like her friends. She would get home blast punk rock on her ipod, change from her button down shirt and woolen pleated skirt into ripped jeans with chains and hot pink baby tees and fantasize about boys. When she fantasized they weren't the boys from her town in the slightest; not thin Johnny with the promising career as a farmer. No, she liked "big" guys and that was what HE was missing.

She sighed and poked at the sandwich again, "oh well, it's a nice day might was well make what I can of it all" she attempted to eat the sandwich and threw out the remains. She left cash for the bill and a $10 tip. She hopped off the sidewalk where the cafe was and looked around. No classes, newly cashed paycheck, and plenty of stores she had yet to explore.

Abigail walked down the side of the street opposite of the cafe, window-shopping. She glanced around not finding much until a dark little store came up. She wasn't sure why she noticed it; the store seemed to avoid attention by letting the dark wood it was made from blend in nicely with the shadows. Abigail looked in the window and spied a beautiful indigo stoned necklace. It was gorgeous, her favorite color. She peered in the window, very little light shown through. She pressed her face up against the glass, like a child in a candy store at stare at it. She was gazing deeply, trying to catch a glimpse of a price tag or maybe even a motion coming from inside the store, anything.

"You like, yes?" a deep voice boomed from behind her.

Abigail jumped back, eyes wide, hands shooting up to clutch her heart. A tall, brawny man smoking a cigar was standing in the store's door way. He smiled and laughed slightly; smoke seeping out of his mouth.

"OH!" Abigail said to try and not seem as frightened as she was, "hello, uh sorry" she smiled nervously, "I didn't know you were there" she blushed, mostly out of fear.

"No, no" he said, his voice deep with a thick Hungarian accent, "My apologies Miss, I should have known better as to not disturb window shoppers." He smiled, not like Taylor smiled though, a sort of horrifying smile that said, "you are a small, frightened, woman all by your self, and I know it." He had white hair but a face that did not seem to match that color, and a slight beard on his chin, a bright pink color, giving him an even more youthful look.

He inhaled deeply, "but if you would be liking, I can show you that necklace. It is a special piece."

A bit hesitant she agreed and followed him into the odds and ends store.

Entering, she was hit with a wave of burning sage scent, a smell that would describe the store perfectly. Herbs hanging from the walls, jars full of what could have been body parts, animals, or gummy bears. There were shelves and shelves of books, and selves of obscure metal objects, and shelves of jewels and exotic clothe, everything.

The man reached into the front window display and took out the necklace.
"Imported from Papua New Guinea, blessed by a witch doctor. This little stone is said to make your wildest dreams come true, to have those who need to obey. You want to try it on?"

Abigail stood with her eyes open wide, she thought it was a beautiful necklace and already knew she would buy it, not because she wanted it so much but because she was afraid this man might hurt her if she didn't. "Oh, uh sure" she smiled nervously again. The man nodded and put it around her neck, a frightful experience for Abigail; but unlike his huge hands suggested he was very gentle. He pulled out a mirror from a drawer and held it in front of her. "Beautiful, no?"

She loved it, "yes" she replied smiling at her own reflection, she looked up at him, "How much is it?"

The man removed the cigar from his mouth and exhaled, "hmm, for a pretty girl like you, let us make it $13, yes?"

Her hands dove into her purse and pulled out the money, the man took it and put it in a drawer, he scribbled a price onto a hand written receipt and gave it to her, "pleasure doing business, but I warn you, any problems with it come back to see me. I will make sure it behaves. Good bye now."

"Oh uh goodbye!" she said slightly confused by his words.

The man nodded and disappeared into the back of the store, probably to finish his cigar.

Abigail smiled and felt like skipping down the sidewalk, but to keep from making a fool of her self, she settled for humming. She hummed and walked down the road, distracted by daydreams and the glory of a new piece of jewelry.

Chapter 2
By Psyman2
My first attempt at any kind of fiction writing so be gentle please!  Also probably more than one chapter worth - I was on a roll!

Taylor stood behind the lunch counter, pretending to wipe down the already clean counter.  In between ineffectual swipes of his towel, he snuck glances at his only customer, a slender girl sitting in the corner.  Not normally shy, Taylor wasn't sure what to do.  The girl had been in five days in a row, hardly ate anything that she ordered, and then left.  But yesterday, she had left him a $10 tip!  "A ten dollar tip for a five dollar sandwich?" Taylor wondered to himself, "either she is flirting with me or has more money than sense!"  He was almost certain that he should go up and ask her out.  When he had winked at her yesterday, she had blushed; a good sign.  Though he hated to admit it to himself, he was a little intimidated by her total "cuteness".

Today for instance, she was wearing a really sexy short pleated skirt, pink fishnet stockings and white calf-high boots.  A silky top, funky glove and other assorted bangles gave her a cute/punk look that Taylor was really starting to enjoy!  As she sat there picking at her sandwich and absently twirling a stray curl from her long strawberry blond hair, the light caught the facets of the deep blue stone on the pendant around her neck.

Taylor was transfixed!  He stared at the twinkling blue stone, watching it shift, ever so slightly with each breath.  At that exact moment the girl looked up and their eyes locked! In what seemed like a very long moment, but which probably only lasted a few seconds; he gazed into her emerald green eyes.  They appeared to grow in his awareness until they filled his world with their beauty and allure a combined glow of the green from her eyes and the deep blue from the stone on her necklace.

After an endless time, Taylor blinked; looking down he blushed and coughed nervously.  Risking a glance, Taylor saw that the girl was also flushed, but was looking at him with a mischievous smile.  Taking a deep breath, Taylor stepped around the counter and said:  "Hi, my name's Taylor, what's yours?"

The girl replied with a smile on her face: "Abigail".

"You've been in here a lot recently", Taylor replied, "It can't be because of the food!"

"Oh, I don't know", Abigail said coyly, "The cook is cute enough to make up for the food!"

With a big smile on his face, Taylor was about to reply that his boss was a cheap bastard who wouldn't spring for the best ingredients when a group of college students trooped in the door and lined up at the counter.  Thinking quickly, he asked Abigail:

"Hey, I'm off in an hour, do you want to go out for some real food?"

"Sure", she replied, "do you mind if I sit here and work on my sketches?"

"Not at all" Taylor said eagerly, "We never have enough customers to need the space anyway!"

As Taylor walked excitedly behind the counter he saw Abigail pull a large sketchpad and pencils from her book bag, settle her self and begin to draw.

"She's waiting for me!" Taylor thought to him self, "she really must be interested!"  "Yea me!!"

Head buzzing with potentialities, Taylor moved back behind the counter and started taking orders.  Preparing the sandwiches as he always did, Taylor noticed that the roast beef, which normally didn't appeal to him due to its slightly green cast, smelled really good today.  Taking a closer look, it seemed the same as always, it just looked - tasty.  Putting away the meat and pulling out the dill pickle jar, he was assaulted by the delicious garlic aroma wafting out of the jar.  Immediately, his stomach started to growl.

"That's odd," thought Taylor as he fished out the luscious green oblongs of tempting crispness, "I don't even really like pickles".  Thinking back it had been a long time since he had eaten - an early lunch, but not that long!

Finishing the sandwiches, he reluctantly handed them over to his customers, and took their money.  Seeing the food walk away caused another tug in Taylor's belly.  Taking a quick glance over at Abigail, who seemed immersed in her sketch, Taylor ducked in the back for a moment to collect him self.

This turned out to be a bad idea!  Most of the morning's food delivery was staring at him though the glass doors of the refrigerators - he even thought he could smell it!  His stomach really starting to sound off now, so he grabbed a chunk of cheddar from the fridge and quickly devoured the whole thing!  "That was half a pound of cheese!" he thought as he wiped his mouth and headed back to the front counter, "I shouldn't have been able to get all that down!"  But it did seem to have calmed down his stomach.  He also noticed a smooth calm radiating throughout his body - he had never felt quite this good before - strange!

Over the next hour as a few more customers drifted in, his hunger returned.  Not as insistent as before, but constant grazing from the meat and cheese containers seemed to help.  He was starting to get worried, but each time he swallowed, those concerns just went away!

By the time Julie arrived to relieve him at the end of his shift Taylor was really ready to go!  He had a date with Abigail and he new just the place to take her.  About six blocks down from the CafŽ was a funky little place called "Jon's Fish Shack".  Well know to local residents for it's fresh seafood, huge portions and reasonable prices, Taylor's mouth started watering just thinking about it!

Removing his apron and coming around the counter Taylor came up to Abigail who was putting the finishing touches on her sketch.  Glancing up, she quickly flipped the cover closed, but not before he caught a glimpse of what she had drawn.  A full length shot of me standing next to her!  Taylor wasn't too sure, with his brief look, but it looked like she had drawn him without his shirt on!  Another good sign, but he decided not to mention it now.

"So", Taylor said nonchalantly, "You're an artist?"

"Trying to be" replied Abigail modestly, "I was just accepted at the school's art institute."

"Wow, isn't the institute hard to get into?  They reject like a thousand applications every year!"

Pleased by the implied compliment, a grinning Abigail stood and started walking toward the door saying: "Are you ready to go?  You look hungry to me!"

Nodding emphatically, Taylor grabbed his jacket and Abigail's hand (she didn't seem to object!) and they headed off down the street.  Having heard about the Fish Shack, but never having eaten there, Abigail was more than willing to give it a try.  As they walked and chatted, Taylor told Abigail about himself - son of two elementary school teachers who had lived their whole lives in this college town and his not too surprising decision to pursue a teaching career.  Currently a science major in his senior year, he was hoping to apply to the credentialing program soon.

As they rounded the last corner, Taylor finished off with: "But I would like to take a year or so off before I start teaching to travel - Backpacking in Europe would be way cool!"

Taylor and Abigail stood facing the Fish Shack - several other young couples were heading inside and Taylor waved at a few he knew.  On the way in he noticed a sign saying:  "New Tuesday special!  All you can eat shrimp cocktail"

This was a seat yourself kind of place so Taylor selected a cozy booth in the back.  The waitress came and took their drink orders, gave them menus and headed back to the kitchen.  Up to this point Taylor had been so focused on Abigail (She just kept getting cuter!) that he had completely forgotten his odd hunger pangs.  However, just as the door to the kitchen swung open, a gust of spice-laden air wafted out and his stomach growled like an angry tiger!

Both of Abigail's eyebrows shot up at the startling sound, but she smiled and said:  "well, aren't you a hungry boy!"

Trying not to look too embarrassed, Taylor replied: "ah, yeah, I've been famished all afternoon - I'm not really sure why."

"Then we will just need to make sure we get you filled up," Abigail said with a suggestive tone to her voice, running her finger down the menu.

When the waitress returned Taylor was surprised when Abigail took charge and ordered the "Seafood Family Platter" and told the waitress to "keep the shrimp cocktails coming!"  "I hope you don't mind" she said coyly "but you look really hungry and you can finish off anything I don't want."

By this time Taylor's stomach was practically doing flips so he didn't argue - it was also kind of hot when a woman took charge like that!

First to arrive were the drinks and shrimp cocktails for both of us.  This being the Fish Shack, there were ten super jumbo shrimp - each almost six inches long, in a large glass with spicy red sauce and lemon.  Taylor dug in immediately and had downed eight of them without even looking up.

He saw Abigail openly staring at him, daintily nibbling on her second shrimp, she said: "Don't stop on my account, I love to see a man who can really eat!"  With that encouragement, Taylor finished off the rest of his shrimp.  Seeing that he had finished, Abigail took one more shrimp and gently pushed her glass over to Taylor, indicating he should finish it off.  Taylor happily agreed while Abigail signaled the waitress for another round.

While he was eating, Abigail chatted about her life and school and while Taylor was listening, most of his attention was on the food.  "When did shrimp start to taste so good" he thought, "I can't seem to get enough of these!"  Four orders of shrimp later, Taylor noticed that his pants were getting tight, so as casually as he could, he loosed his belt a couple of notches.

As soon as he took the pressure off his expanding stomach, Taylor felt his belly shift down inside his torso!  At first he was startled and Abigail asked him if he was O.K. but it didn't feel bad.  In fact, it felt good!  He had been getting pretty full and he was having a bit of trouble breathing freely, now he was breathing easy and the calm contented feeling had returned.  It didn't just feel good; it felt right!

At this point the Seafood Platter arrived.  Normally intended to feed a family of four (a very large and hungry family of four) the platter almost completely covered the table.  There was seafood of every type, battered, steamed, baked, broiled, boiled and poached.  Crab legs, scallops, halibut, salmon, clams, muscles, calamari, more shrimp and even a row of sushi all the way around the outside of the platter and a huge lobster sitting on top of everything!

Despite having downed over 50 jumbo shrimp, Taylor's belly growled again at the sight of the huge pile of food!  Looking sheepish, but definitely not holding back, he eagerly dug into the seafood bonanza before him.  Abigail selected a healthy plate full, but seldom took her eyes off Taylor, watching each bite with growing excitement.  If either of them were paying attention they might have noticed the stone in Abigail's necklace glinting - coincidently each time Taylor swallowed another bite.

By the time Abigail had finished her plate, Taylor had devoured almost three-quarters of what was left and seemed to be slowing down.  His belly was sticking out so much, it almost touched the table and he had completely undone his belt and was seriously considering unbuttoning his pants too, when Abigail suddenly stood up and slid around next to him in the booth.

Looking up at him with adoration in her big green eyes, Abigail said in a small voice:  "May I rub your belly please?"  There was now an added pressure in Taylor's pants, but it was mostly (hopefully) concealed by the roundness of his tummy.  With a bit of catch in his voice, Taylor said: "I wish you would".

The pleasure Taylor had been experiencing was nothing compared to the addition of Abigail's touch to his distended belly.  Leaning back with his eyes closed, he let her slowly caress and then gently kneed his growing gut, letting out little sighs of ecstasy, and moans of pleasure/almost pain.

Suddenly, there was something warm against his lips - and Abigail's voice in his ear:  "eat, just a little more for me please?"  Taylor couldn't believe it, but his mouth opened almost of its own accord and a buttery giant scallop rolled onto his tongue.  The sensation of being fed by Abigail was even more intense than the belly rub (which continued with her other hand) and as soon as he swallowed, he opened his mouth for more.

"Good, good," whispered Abigail, "just a few more bites for me."  And so it continued until every last scrap of food was stuffed into his drastically full belly.  With the last bite the poor button on Thomas's pants actually popped off!  It zipped across the table and landed in Abigail's glass.

"Excellent shot" she murmured in his ear, never letting up on the belly rub.

Thomas knew that he should be in significant pain, he had never eaten this much in his life - he didn't think anyone could eat this much!  However, his belly just felt pleasantly full and heavy, gurgling happily to itself every now and then.

It was getting late and the other patrons had started to thin out when the waitress returned.  With one eyebrow raised high, she looked askance at the empty platter and Taylor's belly.  "I don't suppose you will be needing any dessert tonight," she said handing the desert menu to Abigail.  Caught in the middle of suppressing a major burp, Taylor couldn't even speak.

Abigail took one look at the offerings and said:  "Death by Chocolate, make it a double!"

The deep blue stone glittered brightly against her shapely neck.