chapter 2 - a rush of overpowering sleepy fullness

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A rush of overpowering sleepy fullness filled my head as your baked cookies worked their way through my system, dissolving into simple sugars and fats. I was unmoveable, passive, an overfed snake hibernating while its stomach worked. I could feel my shirt riding up over my belly; my stomach pressing through it against the soft, cool linen of the bed sheet.
"What... what was that?" I gasped.
"This, little one, is just the start." You tapped my full belly for emphasis. I belched softly--"Oh, look at you! Can't you see how happy you are!" You put your hand on my side and started to rub back and forth.
"I don't understand; why did you make me--" I paused as I saw a frown flicker across your face. "I mean, they were delicious, thank you, I just... that was... strange?"
"Oh, I don't think so."
I blushed. "Um... what?"
"Well, this was just an experiment, to be honest. We've been dating for a while now, and... I noticed something about you. You don't really listen--to yourself. When we go out or cook... you're always so careful to match what I eat. And I'm half your size! Night after night after night--you're so nervous about what I think, about how you look. When I think that you're never really satisfied, and to make up for depriving yourself all the time, you're always snacking or sneaking food. To be honest, I'm tired of it. I want to help."
"I hadn't really noticed, but now that you mention it..."
"Oh, I'm certain of it. You try to be so demure, but I always saw when you slip." You laughed and started listing foods and recipes. The favorites I had hoped you wouldn't noticed--my weak points. As I listened, I remembered all the time's I'd denied myself food, all the times I'd turned away from the great hunger that had grown within me. I had built my discipline and care, to make that denial seem easy, offhand. You had seen through it anyway.
"But these... experiments? I can't do anymore of this. I won't fit--"
"Of course you can. You mean you won't. But, again, I'm not asking you for your opinion. I'm asking your belly. It knows what you want better than you do. Don't worry, I know you'll like this. You'll thank me later." You kissed me on my forehead. You pet my grumbling belly as it struggled to digest the rich "snack" you had given it. I blushed as it gurgled.
You continued, "So, I thought... since it's the weekend, we'd give something a try--you stay here and as a reward, I'll bring you yummy things to eat. And don't tell me you wouldn't like that."
"It... it could be nice, but what if I change my mind later?"
"We can talk about it then. But I wouldn't worry, dear. You'll grow into it. Now you wait here."
You went off to the kitchen, but not before locking the door behind you. I wondered idly what the next course could be and stopped as I heard the low howl of my empty belly. I was hungry for more.