chapter 14- the tiramisu, please

Emi

Catherine swirls spaghetti on a fork. The bowl in front of us is large and halfway empty. There is an equally large bread bowl. Each piece of bread covered in cheese, garlic, and seasoning. My mouth tastes of it and then the red, cheesy pasta is in my mouth. It’s heavy and divine.

My face feels full and plump as I chew. My chin presses into my neck. My hands hold onto my overfull belly. I can feel my skin as the shirt I’ve got on has risen. I struggle to pull it down, but Catherine catches my chubby digits.

“No, I want to see you. All of you,” she says, eyeing me hungrily. “Look,” she says. “Your belly has grown so much. It’s pressing against the booth. It is indeed, by more than a few inches, compressing my already pact belly.” I can feel the heat of her breath as I moan.

She retrieves another bite. I’m so full but I don’t care. It’s drool-worthy and I’ll do anything for her. My stomach gurgles and strains harder against the table with each bite. I squeeze against her as she can only wrap her muscular arm around my neck, stroking my over chunky back.

“I adore every inch of you. Grow for me, darling,” she says. I moan as it feels with every maddening bite that I am swelling outward. My stomach starts to tremble and gurgle with the next bite. Squeezing my eyes shut, I can’t remove the sight of her widening eyes. Surely, I’m going to explode now. The gurgling gets louder and then a loud and very long burp escapes me to my everlasting shame.

Catherine wipes my mouth with a soiled napkin and chuckles. “There, I think you made some more room, baby. Ready for dessert?” She asks and to my horror I nod, feeling my plump chins jiggle as she grins wickedly at me. A whole tiramisu cake appears and she scoops up a huge bite and her hand moves in slow motion toward my maw.

I snap awake, sweating. Scarlett chuckles, standing in the living room. She throws down a plate with a ready poptart on it. She’s in her satin robe, walking around nearly naked. It’s obviously tightened around her thick stomach and hanging over her rotund thighs that jiggle merrily with every step. I squirm my thigh uncomfortably and jam the pop tart in my mouth.

“You’ve got another date with Catherine. Should I expect to see you this weekend?” She asks me.

“I don’t know…probably not,” I say with my mouthful, blushing.

“Do you want another one? It sounds like you were having a good dream,” she teases me. I blush even harder. “Or a terrible nightmare.” I throw a pillow at her.

“I’m okay. No more food. God, I’m so full,” I say as I stand up. Her eyes go to my round stomach, pushing up my too small sleep t-shirt.

“I’d say. What is she feeding you?” She chuckles and walks over to grip my belly. It’s too full to even move. “Oh this is a food baby.” She smacks it gently. “You’ll be fine if you don’t over do it. Or do you want to look like me?” She waggles her bottom. “Then, Catherine won’t be able to keep her hands off of you.”

I’m blushing so hard. She strokes my belly and I bite my lip to stave off a moan. Pushing her hands away, I flee to get dressed as she laughs maniacally.