chapter 20- the morning after

We eat left over tamales for dinner. The day was well spent with sex, food, and binge watching our favorite shows.

We play again that evening and this time she uses one of her toys, a jet black dildo that she knows how to use well. It doesn’t hurt at all with her gentle touches and lubrication.

Afterwards, she feeds me cheesecake until I fall asleep. The next morning, she feeds me a big breakfast again. I go to the back bedroom to change in the clothes I came in on Friday in.

My ripped jeans had been tight after the week of meals with her. I can feel the tight fabric struggle up my thickened thighs. They catch at the top of them and I really have to pull them up my ass. Looking down, I see my belly, sans the hint of abs I had before, sticking out between the buttons. My fleshy skin even sticks out of the holes down the legs.

My cheeks flush as I suck in and start to pull the top button to the button-hole, but I’ve only managed to shorten the distance by less than half an inch. My belly is bloated from breakfast. I squeeze harder and end up burping.

“Oh god, what am I doing?” I blush, feeling aroused. I collapse on the bed and pull tighter, still in the tight blue shirt she had bought me. It’s rolled up several inches on my belly. I struggle to see how bad the situation is, looking over my chest with a craning neck and see the bulge of my stomach sticking up like a proud banner.

I rub it, feeling how hard it is. I’m not entirely sure how much of this is bloat anymore though. I start lower now and manage to get the first button and it’s tight under the cusp of my belly. Then, I suck in deeper and struggle with a grunt to latch the second button. It digs in tightly, cutting deeply into my stuffed midriff.

There’s no way in hell, I’m getting that last button. I sit up and the second button pops off, binging across the floor.

“Shit,” I say and feel something hot rush through me. I try to pull down the t-shirt, but it won’t go. I don’t feel brave enough to try my camisole. I just have to get my jacket before Catherine realizes what has happened.

Getting up, I look around outside the room, and don’t see her. I tiptoe as fast as I can to grab my jacket. My belly moves with me every step and then, I feel her wrap her arms around me.

“I’m going to miss you, baby,” she says. “I’m going to order you an Uber. Be safe.” She slams me into the wall and kisses me. My jacket is between us, but her fingers are tickling my belly. My cheeks go so hot, but she doesn’t notice what’s happen. “See you for lunch on Tuesday?”

“Yes, mistress,” I tease her softly and she chuckles warmly as she helps me put on my jacket. I wrap it tightly around my midriff, so happy that it’s extra big. She hugs me again and sighs.

“I adore you,” she says.

“I like you too,” I reply with a nervous smile. She opens the door and smacks my bottom on the way out. I wink on the way to the elevator and then, when I step inside a long sigh escapes me. I realize my jacket has opened and look down at my rebellious tummy sticking out over my opened jeans. They aren’t even the tiniest bit loose, plastered to my skin.

What am I going to do?

Can I even stop now? Do I even want too?

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