chapter 8

Aya's eyes widened as she realized it was just a time and place. There was nothing about food, she had just jumped to that conclusion. It could've been just a booty call, no sustenance at all. Her stomach let out a thunderous growl. She balled her fists and began to hick and feel her tears returning. When she was about to start breaking down, she felt a firm hand shoot into the fat of her belly grabbing it violently, the other hand turning her head to meet Ken's current gaze. "Get inside now." Aya gave him a pitiful terrified whimper as he simply pulled her along. Her hands covering her eyes as she prepared for the humiliation of a lifetime and wanted nothing to do with it. She couldn't handle this not being what she wanted. Her hands shaking but frozen in fear of the reality of the situation. She just wanted to run back to her car, but as her foot stepped up on the front porch, she knew she was stuck. The door was opened and she was hit with an assault of delicious smells. She felt Ken's hand move to her back and push her inside as he closed and locked the door behind him. He peeled her hands from infront of her face and pressed his chest up against her back as she looked on in awe. "You gotta relax, everything is okay." She stared off into the candlelit darkness stepping further inside and just looking around taking it all in. She could hear the music playing softly in the background, the sweet smells filling the house mixing with the smell of the candle smoke. There was a familiar warmth to the house, it felt like just her existence inside this shelter was a soft embrace. She practically melted into Ken's arms as he groped her belly and walked her slowly into the dining room where a feast waited for her.

Cakes, cookies, meatloaf, salad, mashed potatoes and mac and cheese. Sides as far as the eye could see and as she was walked to the head of the table and sat down, her mouth began to water to the point she was afraid she was drooling. Ken sat down next to her and grabbed one of the empty plates, cutting into the meatloaf, Aya could see the grease and ketchup glisten and practically ooze out as a slab was sectioned off. That with the mashed potatoes and some mac and cheese was presented before her and the moment she heard, "Eat" the shackles she had placed on her appetite had disappeared. She snatched the fork from the side of her plate and just began digging in, shoveling the food inside her mouth as fast as possible as let the tangy heartiness of the loaf meld with the garlic and richness of the mashed potatoes in her mouth. Her eyes fluttered as she just kept shoveling. Making quick work of the first plate, she felt a firm hand sink into her belly as she let out a soft moan and turned in shock. "I I I forgot you were there, god I must look like a pig." She was growing more and more self conscious until she saw the second plate placed in front of her and the same "Eat" was uttered. She could see the desire in his eyes and just nodded her head slowly before going back to eating, trying to restrain herself but her appetite was just too immense. The second plate was a tame affair, but the third and fourth were proper spectacles, ketchup glistened and dripped from her lip and her eyes had begun to glaze over. She feared her new corpulence had wedged her into the chair, but she didn't seem to care, when dessert was served.

Much like the chocolate cake she had had at the bakery, Aya couldn't free her eyes from the spectacle of Ken slowly cutting into the seven layer cake, each layer of mousse glistening and all but dancing in the candlelight as the cake was moist and illuminated in it's own way. The icing looked dense yet not too overwhelming and despite how much she had already eaten, Aya felt absolutely famished. She struggled to lean forward to grab her fork, but her belly let out an annoyed groan and began to dig into the table. She struggled to reach the cake more and more, not even reaching for the utensil, she just knew she needed it inside her. She groaned and squirmed, but still no dice. Eventually Ken, stood, amused with her little display, and offered his hand out to her. He helped lift her from the seat and began lifting her dress up and over her arms. Naked before him, he handed her the cake and began to slowly walk her into the living room before taking the cake from her and pushing his fingers into her gut sending her down with a thud onto the couch. Resting the cake on her gut, Aya mindlessly began shoveling bits of cake into her mouth. Licking her lips as each handful packed her belly tighter and tighter. She could hear the slow whir of the microwave as she just kept eating completely forgetting she was bare naked on Ken's couch, eating a cake. Ken returned after a few moments with a bowl and bottle in hand and began pouring some of the warmed massage oil onto his hands, pressing them to both sides of her belly, Aya's head shot back and her body convulsed slightly, eyes widened she jolted her head down to see him just slowly rubbing the massage oil into her belly. She could feel herself growing wetter and wetter as her dome of a gut was being kneaded and pampered. She mindlessly kept eating as any twinge of being too full left her mind.