Asian BBWs, Fat Asian Girls, Asian Plumpers: Kawy's Adventure

Kawada was not happy. She had just moved over to the States from Japan and wasn't really looking forward to anything. She dumped her bags in the apartment her company had pre-paid for the first couple months. She surveyed her new 'home.' It wasn't really a small apartment, she thought. In fact, she realized, it's pretty nice. It's got a real big living room with a TV, and a nice sized kitchen. As she thought this last bit, her stomach growled. I'm hungry, she thought, haven't eaten since the damn plane, and that was a crap meal. Usually Kawy, as people called her, never really bothered with meals. Used to a sink and a microwave as a kitchen, her main food had been a couple ramen noodle boxes a day, not exactly gourmet nor fattening. Because of this, she had a very slight build, 93 lbs and 5'1, even for an Asian girl of 23. Screw it, she said to herself, new country, new food, I'll order out tonight. She got out the phone book and ordered a famous American pizza. She relaxed on the couch, eagerly awaiting it, and while waiting began to think about herself. She wasn't happy about her body, blaming her non-existent chest for everything though. She had had sex once, and it hadn't really been that enjoyable. She was just depressed by the time the pizza came and shoved the money with a minimal tip at the pizza boy, shut the door, turned on the TV and started eating. She had finished off four slices before she decided to stop. It wasn't that she was full; she just wanted to get to sleep early. She got ready for work the next morning, after a good night's sleep. She ate a cold slice for breakfast and, thinking about it, grabbed a second for a snack on the way to work. When she got to work, she kinda wandered about before someone finally attended her. May I help you? she heard from behind her and spun around, almost hitting him. He was easily a foot taller than her, darkly tanned and ruggedly handsome with a stunning body. He smiled at her Are you the one coming over from Japan? Kawada was it? he extended his hand to her, I'm Tom. Let me show you to your office, miss. Although trying to be sly about it, she found herself sneaking more and more obvious glances at him. Stop it, she thought to herself, you're too old for schoolgirl crushes hough he IS awful cute isn't he? He finally stopped in front of a fairly nice office with a nice desk and chair. Well, this is it. He smiled, if you have any questions, feel free to ask me. You already know your job, lunch is at noon till 1:00; work gets off at 4:30. She nodded to him, still a bit unsure about her accent, and blushed deeply when he noticed this. It's ok, I've heard far worse English than whatever you can speak. And, since you probably don't know any restaurants, would you like to come with me? There's a few office faves around here. Y-yes, that would be very good, she stammered out, embarrassed about her chopped dialogue. That wasn't that bad at all, he assured her, in fact, if I didn't know better, I wouldn't have spotted it. He smiled again at her, I'll see you at noon, Kawada. B-bye, Tom, She blushed deeply when he turned his back, ashamed of herself for feeling like this about a man she just met. Work was boring and she couldn't stop thinking about lunch with Tom. She found herself writing Tom when she was doing work, even when talking to herself she let loose many a Freudian slips. Finally, noon came and she practically bounded out her office, running smack into Tom. He chuckled at her haste, It's ok, I'm sure they'll have food left when we get there. Do you mind if I call you Kawy? Not at all! she practically shouted at him in joy. He's being friendly, she thought, does he like me? I hope so; he's so cute! They drove while engaging in some small talk to a little deli off a bit. She didn't notice that none of the other office workers were there as they took a table. Mind if I order for you, Kawy? Tom asked, I know what's good and what's great here. Sure, absolutely, she said, staring directly at him, never even taking a glance at the menu. Ok then, Tom said, then turned to address the register-monkey, ?'d like a full-sized Turkey breast with mayo and the little lady would like a small Chicken Salad with extra sauce, a small Italian Mix with bacon on it and double cheese, and a full-sized Deli Dessert with triple chocolate sauce. She almost fainted at the amount of food he had ordered for him. She started to protest, then decided against it. She could just eat some of each of them and be full, she thought, and that way she wouldn't offend him. He came back with their order and two colas. Another change for me, she thought thinking back to drinking nothing but water. Try the Italian first, he said, And then the chicken, and if ya feel like it, the Deli Dessert, which is a specialty here. What's in these, and why didn't you get any of them? she asked puzzled. Well, to answer your second question, I'm not that hungry, and the first, the chicken salad's just some of their chicken salad which they pour homemade thousand island over. The Italian Mix is Salami, Bologna, and a couple other meats I don't know about, and I added bacon to it for taste. Then the Deli Dessert is a layer of cheesecake, a layer of ice cream, a layer of sponge cake, all topped with cinnamon and chocolate sauce. It's really great! She began with the chicken, as Tom had suggested, and found it was delicious. Before she knew it, she had devoured the full thing. She looked a bit embarrassed and Tom, who had been watching her the whole time, commented Don't feel bad, their food can do that to you. It's worth it though, isn't it? He didn't need a reply as she dug into her Italian Mix, savoring every bite. She soon had it finished, during which Tom had eaten his turkey. I'm way too full for that last one, she crooned out, clutching her stuffed stomach. You can have it. He looked downtrodden for a second, then said, How about we split it? It's already cut after all. She nodded glumly, not wanting to go against whatever Tom said, and ate it. She discovered it was absolutely the best thing she had EVER eaten!! Tom saw the look as he finished off his half, feeling a bit full himself. Good? Oh yes!! Can we come here every day? She blushed as she realized the implication that went with her question. Sure, he said, smiling the whole time. I'd absolutely love to. She knew then that she was smitten. Part 2 of this story Do you like this story? We've got more for you. Asian BBWs, fat Asian girls, Asian plumpers -- click here for more hot stories.

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