chapter 7

Aya pulled into her parent's house and quickly hustled to the spare bedroom to get changed. She threw off her clothes and hopped into the shower, letting the warm water pour down her expanse of a belly and moaned as she thought back to her little cake binge. She tugged on her nipple and felt herself already ready to cum as she fought back the urge to save up for that night. She stepped out and looked down at her massive belly realizing that this could be very counterproductive. She shook her head and tried to downplay it, rationalizing that one night couldn't hurt. She deserved some fun after everything she'd been through. Slapping her belly confidently, she hustled out of the bathroom and started going through her limited wardrobe. Pulling a long black dress out, slipping it on, Aya turned towards her full length mirror and bit her lip cradling her belly. The round curve with the slight hang made her look pregnant in the overstretched fabric, She thought of Ken's hands on her massive new erogenous zone and felt her eyes begin to flutter. Planting her hand on the wall, she took a deep breath and tried to compose herself. She looked in the mirror and saw how her eyes had all but glazed over. "Why? Why do I feel like this?" Her stomach let out a low growl and she struggled to focus. She agreed she wouldn't eat until Ken's, but she was so hungry. Her mind raced as she thought about the coming evening, arguing with herself about whether or not this was all a ruse. She looked deep into the mirror as she thought back on her old indecisiveness and then slapped her belly so hard she could feel the sting as her handprint began to glow red and she winced in agony. Nodding to herself she steeled her resolve and turned to march to the car. She grabbed her bag and triumphantly made her way to the garage. Even if this was a trick, she was going to try, she wanted this to be real and she was going to make it. She got into the car and plugged the address into her phone and drove off.

Pulling up, she looked up at the two story house, intimidated. Her breath stuttered and her mouth dry. She took a deep breath as her belly roared against the steering wheel and she just sank her fingers into the wheel. "Don't be a pig Aya, just take your time and enjoy yourself. But, maybe he wants me to be a pig, he called me a pig. But was he fucking with me? Is he into me? Do I go in? I can leave. Yeah, I just won't go in, that seems like the good idea. He doesn't need a *** like me." Her tears starting to stream down her face as she struggles to compose herself, choking back tears as she can't even look herself in the mirror. She felt all her confidence drain out and just wanted to give up, when she heard the knock. She looked up with tear filled eyes and saw the shadowy figure standing in front of her. Her heart skipped a beat as she realized what the figure was. It was her kidnapper, why was he here? What did he want? No! Not Again! She wiped her tears from her face to get a better look at him and that's when she saw Ken waving outside the window and shook her head. "Great and now he's seen me cry." She muttered to herself realizing it was stupid to think that was Mr.K. She opened the door and squirmed out of the car before standing and putting one hand on her belly as she looked down at the sidewalk. "I'm uh, I'm sorry I'm late for dinner." She rubbed her arm and kept her eyes focused on the ground.

"Who said anything about having dinner?" Ken crossed his arms and looked down at the cowering Aya.