Chapter 1 - short storyI can't take my eyes off of you. It started out as a small snack this morning, just a few eggs, nothing much, but it quickly developed into something more. I can barely keep up with your appetite, I swear that your stomach is a bottomless pit.
It's lunch time now, and you've had already eaten several plates of greasy breakfast foods along with several snacks. Empty plates surround you, and I can't help but think of all of the things you've consumed.
Stacks of waffles, drenched with sweet, sticky syrup. Over a dozen eggs baked with greasy bacon and butter drenched toast. Hash-browns, sausage, oatmeal, yogurt, bagels, cereal, cinnamon rolls, muffins, not to mention the several toaster strudels you had practically inhaled.
With each plate you finish, I watch your belly expand just a little bit further. Your jeans are taunt, and I'm not sure they can stand another bite.
"Wouldn't you be more comfortable if you unbuttoned your-"
I stop dead in my tracks as the button of your jeans pop off with a loud snap. You let out a low, guttural moan as your stomach spills across your thighs.
You pat your giant, swollen belly, your eyes slightly glazed over.
"God, I'm full..." You mutter, cringing as I run a hand over your taunt belly.
"You only just finished breakfast!" I exclaim, shooting you a small smile.
I know you won't be able to resist lunch. Not when I've prepared all your favorite meals. Pasta, chicken, pizza, potatoes, burgers and wings. I know that once I start piling the plates in front of you, you won't be able to say no. You'll eat until your belly pokes out from underneath your shirt, until your seams are ripping, until you're gasping for breath.
And you do. I've love seeing how fat you've been getting lately. When I first met you, you were only a little chubby, only mildly interested in food. But now? Oh darling, you're addicted. All you do is eat, 24/7. You wake up in the middle of the night with a grumbling belly, desperate for more. You know I'll leave all your favorite sweets on the counter for you, I love all your little late night snacks.
None of your clothes fit you anymore, I've noticed. They were a little snug a month ago, but now, they definitely don't fit you, not even a little bit. You complain that they must have shrunk in the wash, and I always nod in agreement.
You finish all the the lunch I make for you. You always do. I pull your tight shirt up and over your head, letting your belly hang out.
I can tell you're embarrassed by how giant and round its gotten, how swollen and sore it is. But I also know that it feels so good.
I put a few slices of pie in front of you. I tell you that you don't have to eat them, that you can save them for later. I pull up a chair next to you, and begin gently rubbing your stuffed belly. You throw your head back and moan, shifting slightly and desperately trying to get comfortable.
"Aw, is my little piggy getting full?" I ask, gently smacking your belly.
It's so stuffed, it doesn't even jiggle.
"Really full." You agree.
"You didn't even have any dessert!" I complain, pouting. "Come on, I know you have some more room left... just one slice of pie?"
You hesitate. You're already close to bursting, but it just tastes so good...
"Alright, just one slice..."
I gently push you back, so you can lean comfortably against the back of the chair. You close your eyes as I feed you and rub your tummy. You keep your eyes closed so long, you don't even notice the second slice of pie I slip between your lips.
By the time I finish feeding you, you're bigger than I've ever seen you before. And it's only lunch time... It makes me wonder what you could look like for dinner.
I know you're stuffed, but I can't help but want you to eat a little bit more. I quietly stand up from my chair and wrap my legs around your swollen belly, straddling your hips.
I lean forward, slowly grinding my slender body against your stuffed belly. I kiss your lips once, gently licking the pie crumbs off of them. You taste like cherry pie, and it makes me want you even more....
I pull back away from your lips, and you frown. You try to chase me, but you're so full you can barely sit up. I can't help but smile.
"Ah ah ah. You know the deal. Two more bites."
I bite my lip, wondering if you'll go for it. I've never pushed you this far, you've never been so big...
I let out a content sigh when you nod, and happily shove two giant bites of pie into your mouth as I kiss down your neck.
We continue for awhile, until several slices of pie are gone. I don't know how I manage to coax you to eat more and more, it's the most I've ever seen you eat. It's hard not to get turned on when you're in front of me, belly hanging out and face covered in sticky pie filling.
I know where this will end, where it always ends. I place a tub of melted ice cream in front of you.
You shake your head no. You're so stuffed, you can barely breathe, let alone speak.
"Don't worry, It's only there in case you change your mind..." I soothe.
I rub your tummy, tracing shapes along it with my fingers, kissing lower and lower.
You squirm as I kiss below your navel, silently begging for more. I somehow pull your jeans off. It wasn't easy, they were so tight I feared I would have to cut them off you.
I slowly trailed my tongue down your body. When my tongue moved in between your thighs, you groaned. Without me even asking you to, you pick up the carton of melted ice cream and begin chugging it.
After several minutes you sit back, panting, cream dripping down the sides of your mouth. I lick the cream off the sides of your mouth as you smile, knowing that you earned your reward.
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