Chapter 4 - turning tables

In the kitchen, getting the pizza out, I realized I really did enjoy feeding Sierra, and making her happy. She looked so adorable with her new belly and I thought. Maybe I can really live this way with her; and I may have possibly built an appreciation for this fetish...
I grabbed all the food: cakes and donuts, fries, the two pizzas, ice cream, and waffles and walked back into our bedroom where I saw my piggy of a girlfriend sitting up and waiting for the food she smelled. She dug in hard, and my eyes were in love with the way she feasted herself. I was so happy to be the one who was able to provide her with all this. After an hour, I had yet again a stuffed little piggy, and she had two pizzas left. She laid back and started to rub her tummy. I jumped up with urgency to rub it for her. She fell asleep to the rhythm of my hand calming her greedy belly and I stared the two pizzas she left. I looked at the clock and it was in face morning: 8am. God, I had been feeding her non stop since 6pm and she didn't even blink. I got in bed beside her and wrapped my arms around her middle, playing with my doughy creation.

Sierra woke up around 10 again to the pizzas. She looked over at me, still sleeping, and I unknowingly let my stomach give off a beg for food. It growled so loudly. Sierra looked down at her belly. She felt guilty for being so selfish and eating so much. She worried she had taunted me. I was sleeping on my back, stretching my stomach out to look flatter than ever, and she winced. She patted my belly to wake me up, and looked back at the pizzas. I knew exactly what she was thinking. I sat up obediently and sat against the wall as she grabbed the first slice and fed my poor neglected tummy. Ten minutes go by and I had finished the first pizza. My metabolism is oddly fast, which annoys her. I like to tease her about how fat she gets even though I stay the same. She wanted to change it so badly. I secretly hoped she could one day. I was a little full, and we had another whole pizza to go. "I'm so full!" I teased. She asked if she should stop, in which I replied with a "No," and a pat on my belly. She then continued to feed me and feed me until I had two pizzas stuffed inside my belly, which was now rounder than usual and making noise of satisfaction. My newly chubby girl laid me down, and rested her head on my belly like she used to do when we were younger, and listened to it. We fell asleep, spoiled by each other, satisfied.