True Stories: Buffet Date (Patreon)

True Stories: Buffet Date

The idea for this true story comes from a patron who asked me:

Have I ever witnessed someone stuffing themselves?

The answer is yes, but that’s a very simple answer. I’ve seen people I’ve dated stuff themselves at holiday meals (thanksgiving comes to mind), but when I think of a stuffing, something about an all you can eat buffet just tickles my imagination. It’s a common trope in stories, the buffet scenes. Overeating can be great fan-service in WG fiction because it involves a lot of things, swelling bloated bellies, tightening clothes, enjoyment of large amounts of food, the stuffed aftermath… It’s all well and good. But in real life, rarely has the experience of attending a buffet lived up to the potential hype.

Rarely, but not never.

I’ve been to buffets with friends, but I’ve only ever had one date with someone I was dating at a buffet. This is the story of that buffet date.

Let me set the scene with some background.

I’d recently graduated college, moved to a new town, started working a new job, and was living in my first apartment on my own. It was all very exciting. I started biking, made some new local friends, and was settling in nicely. It had been a few months since my last college girlfriend and I, broke up and I felt I was in a place where I wanted to start dating again.

So, I tried my luck with tinder.

At the time, I’d had a few tinder dates but never met anyone on the dating app that I actually wanted to date. That changed when I matched with, let’s call her, Mikaela.

I’ll start by describing what Mikaela seemed like in her tinder profile. She had long straight and dark brunette hair, a really nice smile, appeared to have a lot of friends, and appeared to be really into hiking, nearly all her pictures were outdoors. She had feminine curves, a bit of thickness to her, and was a little pudgy around her middle.

We talked, we got along, we decided to meet up for a date.

Now, I was in my early twenties at this point, but she was only twenty. It was the summer after her sophomore year of college. Most of my tinder dates took place at bars, but because she wasn’t of legal drinking age, she picked our first date location. She chose a pizza joint down the street from her parents’ house.

This first date was… overall unremarkable. Let’s get into why.

She was pretty, I found her attractive in real life, but on this date to an honestly kinda dumpy pizza place, she wore a ton of make-up (way too much), and a nice summer dress (the dress was red, showed off her chest and it really hugged her belly around her middle). She was way overdressed, and I had just worn a t-shirt and some jeans (She’d said to dress casual to the pizza place).

One thing I did like, was the fact that she looked a bit heavier in person than she did in her tinder photos. I would later learn that she’d been a field-hockey player in high school, given up sports in college and put on some weight over her first two years of college. She was someone who took school very seriously. She grew up rather poor, before her mother remarried, and wanted to work her way into being rich. She was a very motivated individual when it came to school, but not when it came to exercise. She hated running and cardio in general and had a pretty serious sweet tooth (Although, she did claim to do 100 squats every other day to keep in shape, and yoga even though she wasn’t that flexible). Just prior to meeting me, she’d returned from a two-week cruise where she’d claimed to have put on 15 pounds in two weeks, explaining why she looked so much plumper in person than she did in her profile pictures. Apparently, she’d been drinking a ton of alcohol, sunbathing and napping day in and out and feasting like her life depended on it.

So, her well-fed looking figure checked some boxes.

However, in her tinder pictures she seemed to be average in height because she was just as tall as her friends, but Mikaela was short. Really short. Her friends must have been super short too. She was so short. I’m talking 5’0 nothing (She claimed to be five feet and like four centimeters tall, or something like that, it meant a lot to her that she wasn’t 5’0 nothing, but in all honesty I think she might had been 4’11 with a bit of a short girl complex). I was so much taller than her. I’d never dated anyone that short before, nor did I really find short girls that attractive. I mean, I found Mikaela attractive even though she was short, but it wasn’t something I really ever quite got used to.

Let’s talk BMI. When Mikaela was a high school athlete prior to going to college, she’d been around 100-105lbs. When I met her, she was closer to 143lbs (I found out the numbers at a later point in time). 143lbs doesn’t sound like a lot, and it wasn’t, but she was only 5’0. Her BMI was almost 28. Quite overweight for her height. She wore the extra 40 pounds well, but she wasn’t happy at all with the weight she’d gained. She was quite insecure about it, so much so that even as we started dating she was extremely shy about me seeing her without a shirt on.

Anyway, as we sat down and ordered food, it was very hard to talk to her. I found out she was really religious, I wasn’t. She wasn’t really interested in TV or movies. We didn’t seem to have much in common. She was very quiet, seemed very uncomfortable (maybe her dress was too tight?), and I was having trouble reading if she was even having a good time. The date ended, we didn’t kiss or anything. No sparks. I offered to pay for her meal, and she’d gotten a little defensive about it, preferring to split the bill 50/50 (Even when we started dating she’d never let me pay for her). We just went our separate ways. I figured that was that, another pretty face I’d met on tinder that amounted to nothing.

But over text messages, Mikaela communicated to me that she found me really attractive and intimidating. That’s why she’d frozen up on our date. She asked to see me again, and I decided another date wouldn’t hurt. She also explained she overdressed to try and impress me, but ended up feeling silly being so gussied up in such a dumpy pizza place. (If you are wondering the food was horrible, neither of us had eaten very much).

Our second date, a week later, went much better. Mikaela really seemed a lot more relaxed, and we actually hit it off. One date led to another and we started dating for a few months.

Mikaela and I had a mutual attraction to each other, we both enjoyed hiking and going out to eat. That’s really what this relationship was built on, we had good physical chemistry and that’s about it. We were both very opinionated about politics at the time and often argued about everything. This young woman was a right-leaning libertarian (If you are curious about my political leanings, I grew up in a republican household, but am now an independent. I’ve taken a political compass quiz and been categorized as a moderate left-leaning libertarian.) She was so against the government regulating things she even tried to argue once that there shouldn’t be laws criminalizing drunk driving because such laws impede people’s freedom. I talked her out of her opposition to those laws, but we really spared about everything. We were never hostile to each other, she was very curious about my beliefs and treated my opinions with respect even if we disagreed. But the arguing was non-stop. I can’t stress that enough. God forbid I lead us on a wrong turn while hiking, I’d never hear the end of it. Or driving, dear lord, I once accidently navigated her onto a toll road and she had a crying meltdown (I’m horrible with directions and apparently she’d never driven on a toll road before, she just felt overwhelmed or something, she pulled over and I had to drive).

I’m getting sidetracked. We dated for a few months, I kinda knew this wasn’t really the foundation for a long-term relationship, but I still enjoyed her company and was hoping our relationship improved. Let’s skip to the buffet date.

BUFFET DATE

The summer ended and we were still dating when she started her junior year of college. We now had a little bit of a drive to see each other, so we started seeing each other less frequently, mostly on the weekends. Honestly the distance seemed to be good for us (in my opinion) because we stopped bickering as much. When we saw each other, we were focused on having a good time and going on fun dates. Mikaela was not as much of a fan of the distance. (Her love language was words of affirmation, so I’d have to text her all the time and call her every night so she knew I still cared about her, it was honestly a little exhausting after a few months).

So, one weekend when it was my turn to visit her, she tells me not to eat that day because she wants to go to a buffet in her college town. The anticipation for me started. Mikaela was not usually a super big eater, but she did pig out on occasion when she got food she really enjoyed. I recalled her demolishing two big pieces of cannoli cake on her birthday. And an overloaded 12 inch cheesesteak on another date once.

One thing about Mikaela, she got super hangry. If this girl was not fed regularly, she got so upset and would certainly take it out on me (although she’d always apologize after finally stuffing her face with something to appease her appetite).

So, I drive to her townhouse that she shared with four or five friends, and when I get there, it is clear that she is starving. She complains about how late I was (I was maybe 15 minutes late because of traffic), and hurries us to my car so we can go to the restaurant. She tells me she didn’t even eat anything for breakfast, and she was so hungry she could cry (She was being very dramatic, but it was cute in a way). I drive her to the buffet restaurant in question and once we were seated the feasting began.

For this date, Mikaela once again put on a lot of makeup. She was pretty, even without makeup, but she wore makeup so much I honestly don’t remember what her face looks like without makeup on. This time, she wasn’t overdressed. She wore a pair of jean shorts and a top similar to this:

SHEIN Unity Plus Mesh Insert Peplum Cami Top | SHEIN USA

The outfit really hid her belly well, and emphasized her thick thighs, hips, and bust.

Mikaela was quick to grab two plates of sushi before anything else and started eating at a fast pace (it’s worth mentioning that the plates were pretty small for a restaurant). She was pretty desperate for some food. She muttered something with her mouth full about being upset that there were no crab legs or lobster or something like that available at the moment, but went back to eating before I even responded. We didn’t really talk too much as she stuffed her face. She was clearly hangry and ravenous, so I just enjoyed my own food and the way she was making a pig of herself. I’d never seen her let loose like this before or since. She was going all in. Reckless abandonment, no care for social grace. And she was enjoying herself, humming with pleasure when she was satisfied with something she’d just swallowed.

Once she was done with the sushi she moved on and grabbed a plate of Chinese food. Tons of greasy noodles, and general Tso’s chicken. Once she sucked down all the noodles on her plate, she mentioned that she was starting to feel better and went up to grab some more food. This time she came back with seafood. I think it was crab legs, but I could be wrong. She made a mess breaking the things apart and went up for more before she finished. She’d been keeping her eye on the amount of crab legs available at the buffet so she could grab some more before they all got eaten again.

She eats her crab legs, and at this point she admits to feeling full, apologizes for getting hangry at me, and mentions she’s graving sweets. Up she goes, and back and eventually comes with two plates of desserts, although she said one of the plates was for me. There was a ton of cake, cookies, pastries, brownies and cupcakes on the plates. They were all very small, perhaps that’s why she was able to eat so much despite claiming to be full.

I ate a few of the treats on my plate, but she ate her plate and then finished mine because I was “Eating too slow”. When it was all said and done, her top wasn’t doing such a good job of hiding her belly anymore. She looked pregnant. Mikaela even mentioned that her stomach looked pregnant. At this point I think all the food hit her and she seemed a little pained and tired. She started holding her stomach and taking some labored breaths. We paid for our food and Mikaela waddled back to my car.

This was an old car, not the best quality, and I remember that when Mikaela buckled her seatbelt, not only did her belly puff outward, everytime she breathed in and out the seatbelt (or whatever the seatbelt was connected to against the car) would creek. At this point she was done, exhausted from eating so much. All she wanted to do was go home and lay down. So I took her home. She was embarrassed about the size of her food baby so upon entering her townhouse she made sure to tug her shirt low enough to cover her bloated belly and raced up the steps to her room so nobody could see her looking so rounded and full. When I got up to her room, she was completely out of breath.

Closing her door, she unzips her jean shorts (I hadn’t realized it, but at some point prior to that she’d unbuttoned them.  It could have happened back at the restaurant or moments before I entered her room, but I don’t know) and wiggles out of them. Freed from her tight pants, she rolls onto her single bed, grabs hold of her gut and claims, “That was good, but I ate way too much…”

She starts getting a pretty bad stomach ache and wants some tums. She didn’t have any tums, so I went to a local pharmacy and got her some. She thanked me. At this point, after she’d taken her tums, it took her a while to start feeling better. I think she just needed some time to digest all that food she stuffed herself with. We ended up cuddling awkwardly on her bed together (because it was so dang small and she refused to lay on her side because her stomach hurt) and arguing about the topic of the week like we usually did. I tried to touch her belly, and rub it to soothe her, but that was a no-no.

I wonder if I’d ever came clean with my preferences if she would have been okay with me appreciating her food-baby. But such wonders don’t weigh on me anymore. Probably because I’m currently dating a wonderful lady who I find more attractive, have better physical chemistry with, and is really compatible with my personality, my interests, and my fetish. Plus my lovely GF is not super ridiculously short.

I know in this post I’ve kinda taken a few shots at Mikaela’s height, but it’s all in good fun. I don’t regret dating her.  Everybody’s got their preferences and she just wasn’t right for me, and in the end I wasn’t right for her. We went our separate ways after dating for about six months total, and to be honest it was for the best. I think dating her was a valuable experience for me, I think she really helped me be a better boyfriend to ladies I would date in the future.

I think that’s all I’ve got regarding Mikaela and our buffet date. I’ll return to regular stories later this week. This last week was just so dang busy for me, I’ve had no time to write. Even today I had to go in and work for my day job. I’m hoping things settle down for me so I can get more writing done more regularly.

Have a great night!

-Polaris