Chapter 10 - friday night - part 2 - weekend plans

Not long after, they were back on the couch in the living room, both looking worn but content. He looked at her, caressing her belly, appearing simultaneously satisfied and uncomfortable.

“So, you actually had 4 and 1/2 pizzas.”

She just rubbed her belly gently and muttered, “mmhmm.”

He leaned over and joined her abdominal caress. She let him take over, made a satisfied groan, and a smile spread across her lips. They stayed like this for several minutes, content in each other's presence.

Until he eventually piped in, “So, what do you want to do now?”

Her eyes barely opened, closer to comatose than conscious, and said, “Well, I may be done for the evening.” Which was a little early for a Friday, but not unreasonable. She continued, “but I have some thoughts for the weekend, and I want to know what you think.”

“Sure. Go for it.”

“So, I think we both knew that all of the pizza was a pipe dream, but, at the same time, it won’t go to waste. I love cold pizza for breakfast.”

“This is all true,” he chimed in.

“I want to give all of this,” gesturing to her belly, “about 12 hours to digest,” taking a deep breath before finishing the proposal, “and then spend the next 36 hours keeping myself full. As full as I am now, topping myself off constantly. Starting by finishing off the rest of the pizza when I wake up.”

His erection immediately came back.

“I see you approve,” noticing and reaching down to stroke it. “There will have to be plenty of positive reinforcement,” as she started going faster. “You’re going to have to keep me constantly filled and satisfied,” staring intently into him, “with only naps in between, because I mean it when I say I want to be filled, constantly, until you absolutely have to leave me for work on Monday. Do you think you can handle that?”

Her hand, expertly getting him close. He eagerly nods and grunts, “Y-y-yes. Absolutely.”

“Good”

Knowing he was there, she leans over, and, not a second after her mouth engulfs him, he explodes into her mouth.

“Now, help me get to bed.” She knew that she would need the rest. Where he thought she was about to have a 36-hour marathon stuffing, she knew that it was really going to be more than a hundred ultra fattening hours of stuffing…