Chapter 11: The Bistro Trial
The van sagged on its axles as Jace wrestled the side door open, the hydraulic hiss barely audible over Wendy's impatient grumble from the back seat. Getting her in had taken twenty minutes and a tube of axle grease. They'd had to disassemble the bistro's front door frame earlier that week just to measure it, and now Jace had spent the drive with one hand on the wheel and the other shoving fistfuls of fried chicken into Wendy's waiting mouth to keep her from complaining.
"You said Delilah had something important to show me," Wendy said, her voice a low rumble that vibrated through the van's frame. She shifted her weight and the whole vehicle groaned. "This better be good. My stomach's been screaming for the last hour and that chicken was just an appetizer."
"It's a consultation," Jace said, climbing out and hurrying around to her side. He had to crane his neck all the way back to see her face through the window. "She's been doing some research on high-calorie supplements for you. She wants to talk about your new numbers."
Wendy snorted. "My numbers are fine. My numbers are beautiful. I need food, not talking."
The bistro door swung open and Delilah stepped out, wiping her hands on a stained apron. She froze mid-step, her eyes traveling up. And up. And up.
"Jesus Christ, Wendy," she breathed, the whisk in her hand clattering to the pavement. "You're gonna break my floors."
Wendy grinned, a flash of teeth in her massive face. "You gonna make me stand out here in the cold, or you gonna feed me?"
Delilah shook herself and rushed forward, grabbing Jace's arm. "How the hell did you get her here? Did you rent a crane?"
"Greased the doors," Jace said, grinning. "Stuffed her in the van. Fed her the whole way."
"Of course you did." Delilah looked at Wendy again, taking in the sheer scale of her. The doorframe of the bistro was standard width, and Wendy was not. "Honey, I'm not sure you're gonna fit."
Wendy's expression darkened. "I didn't come all this way to be told I can't fit. You got food in there or not?"
Jace hurried to the van's cargo area and pulled out a bottle of industrial grease. He'd learned this trick the hard way after Wendy got stuck in their own bedroom door last week. Within minutes he had the frame slicked up, and with Delilah pulling and Jace pushing, they managed to squeeze Wendy through. Her massive hips scraped the frame, and the wood groaned in protest, but she popped through with a wet sound that made Delilah wince.
"Floors are reinforced," Delilah said, watching Wendy's feet sink slightly into the linoleum. "I had them redone last month for that massive stove installation. But honey, you're pushing two-thousand-five-hundred pounds now, aren't you?"
"Two-thousand-five-hundred-seventy-eight," Wendy corrected, settling into a spot that took up half the dining area. She looked around the empty bistro with a hungry expression. "Where's all your food? You got a kitchen back there or what?"
Delilah laughed, a nervous edge to it. "I got twelve bacon cheeseburgers going right now. Hold your horses."
"Twelve?" Wendy's voice dropped. "That's not even a snack."
Jace sidled up to her, pressing his small body against her massive thigh. He had to stand on a overturned crate just to reach her ear. "I want to watch you eat every single one with my cock buried inside you," he whispered, his voice thick with need.
Wendy's huge hand came down on his head, fingers threading through his hair. She squeezed, just enough to make him gasp. "That's a bold promise, little man. You think you can satisfy me that way and still keep up with my feeding?"
"Try me."
Delilah emerged from the kitchen carrying a tray piled high with burgers, each one dripping with melted cheddar and sizzling bacon. She set it down on a table that sagged ominously under the weight. "First batch. More coming."
Wendy grabbed two burgers at once, shoving them into her mouth together. The juices ran down her chins and dripped onto her enormous chest. She moaned, a deep, satisfied sound that vibrated through the floorboards.
"More," she demanded, her mouth still full. "And bring me everything else you got. Every burger, every fry, every pie. I want it all."
Delilah blinked. "Everything? Wendy, that's... that's the whole inventory. I've got a full freezer back there."
"I said everything." Wendy's tone brooked no argument. She looked down at Jace, who was already fumbling with his belt. "You said you wanted to watch me eat. So get in position."
Jace's cock sprang free, hard and leaking. He glanced at Delilah, who raised an eyebrow but said nothing. Instead she just shook her head and headed back into the kitchen.
"You heard her," Delilah called over her shoulder. "Don't keep her waiting. She gets mean when she's hungry."
Jace scrambled up onto the table beside the burgers. Wendy grabbed him by the waist, her huge hand nearly circling his entire torso, and lifted him easily. She positioned him at the edge of the table and spread her massive thighs, her dress rucking up to reveal the soaked mess between them.
"Sit me down on that," she ordered, nodding toward his cock. "And don't you dare come until I've finished every last bite."