Plump secretary

Chapter 2

She takes his hand and holds it as they are escorted by a waiter. There's no mistaking their relationship as they walk through the restaurant, both clad in their work dress. This is as professional as she'll ever get. Her face starts to burn, and she almost expects to hear comments about their age difference, but no one says a word.

Once they're finally seated, she feels nervous, as if everyone is giving them looks. She doesn't look, though—she keeps her head down as she pulls her dress up over her knees, then picks at her salad. There are some people a few tables away she knows, but she does her best to remain polite, though her nerves are obvious. He has a calmness to him, though. He picks at his food without hesitation, looking as if he's a natural in this environment.

As the meeting progresses, it's almost as if a switch is flipped, and she finds her brain shutting off. She forgets she's in public and starts shoveling her meal down, oblivious to the fact that she's drawing some attention. As her stomach swells, she pushes herself forward to finish her plate, and soon she's staring at an empty dish.

The clients were keen on trying the dessert. He took the lead and orders it for them. She knows she can't fit in but she cat let the professionals know how she has overeaten. How stuffed she is. She agrees reluctantly. He smiles thinking about how bloated she will be. Ohh that belly would be a sight to behold.
As soon as the waiter brings it out, she's shoveling down chocolate mousse. It's as if she's been deprived all day and now wants to make up for it. As they watch and talk, her cheeks are pink and puffy, but with every bite, they get even puffier.

Once the clients leave she sighs in relief!
She excuses herself once the clients leave. At this point, she is starting to look bloated, the sides of her body rounded and her breath coming in ragged gasps. As they leave the restaurant and she's walking beside him, she has to bite down on her lip to keep from burping.
He's talking about work things, but she's a mile away. Just the effort of trying to hold back her burps is exhausting. She focuses hard on his throat; the motion of her eyes moving up and down is subtle at first, but as her burps pile up, it becomes more pronounced. "S-sorry," she mutters, having no idea what he asked.
Her expression becomes uncomfortable, but she continues to move with him. His voice blends into a low hum as she feels her body slowly, laboriously working through the food she's ingested. She knows that when she gets to the bathroom, she'll be farting and burping, but until then, she's doing a bang up job.

It's hard, but she finally manages to do the most difficult task of all: not burped or farted once. But now, she simply has to walk to the bathroom and she knows she'll feel better.
She follows him outside, now feeling the weight of every meal she's eaten in the past two days. It's as if her stomach is a bowling ball and she has to work hard to stay upright. Her mind still feels cloudy, like it hasn't quite caught up to what she's done.

As they exit the building, she has no energy left to protest when he points her toward his luxurious-looking car.

When she gets in the car, the smell in it immediately hits her. She's too tired to really care much and just puts her head against the seat and begins to stare out the window as they drive. Her body slouches toward the door as they make their way back to his place and she feels herself starting to drift off.
"Are we there yet?" She asks sleepily.

He pours her a glass, and she gulps it down, hoping it'll help settle her stomach. As she puts it down, they're walking into the living room. Her boss sets the glass on the table and then turns toward a large staircase. "Come, come, my dear."
She finds herself trudging up the stairs, every step feeling like it takes three times the effort it should. It's like she's wearing a backpack stuffed with pillows.

As they finally get to the top, her boss leads her through a maze of doors and hallways. It's a large, luxurious home, but to her, it might as well be the Grand Canyon right now.
There's a moment of hesitation before she flops herself right down onto the bed, not really caring where she lands. The buttons on her shirt are strained.. She slightly strokes her sides to soothe the bloat. The gas she's carrying inside the dome of a belly.

He can't believe the sight before him. Her all stuffed up sitting and stroking her puffy sides on his bed. Rubbing it gently. All gassy. As she continues to rub she involuntarily let's out a burp. As she becomes alert and aware, she remembers that she just let a belch blast right into his face. She starts to feel her cheeks turn red.
As her mouth pops open in embarrassment, a burp immediately spills forth and into her mouth. As soon as her mouth opens, there's a sound like a balloon that's had its end released and the pressurized air shoots out in a steady flow. "Oh! Oh, man." She covers her mouth. "I—I'm sorry. I..." The gas continues for several moments, and she's starting to blush intensely. But she can't stop it.
" *brrp* *burppp* *br-hiburp-cc* *burrrpp * *burp* *burrrpp * *BURRRPP *" Oohh.. Oof.. *hic* *burrrpp *
As she takes a shaky breath, the air makes a sound similar to that of a tire losing pressure, and her blush deepens.
She shifts her position and burps again. Though it sounds a little more normal than the last one, it carries with it a bit of the smell of what she's eaten over the past few days. She stares at her hands as she burps, just waiting for the flood of gas to subside. As it finally dies down, there's a long, wet belch at the end. Still feeling embarrassed, she speaks,
"I'm sorry. Really sorry..."
She closes her mouth and attempts to remain as still and quiet as possible. As she's sitting there, her body starts to squirm. She has a feeling of pressure in her bowels. It's not quite painful, but she feels like she needs to get it out and relieve the pressure.
"Uhm. I'm sorry, I..."
"I need a bathroom." Her tone is one of embarrassment. She wants to sink into the bed and hope it all goes away, but the pressure and the movement of her bowels continues. "I'm really, really sorry."
He leads her to the bathroom and, as the door closes, the sound of the toilet lid being lifted is audible from outside. "You want me to go in with you?" He asks, but she shakes her head.

"No, I'm fine on my own."

She closes her eyes and sits down. The gas pressure is becoming more intense, but she's hoping to keep the gas quiet with deep breaths. As a small amount of gas makes it past her lips, she gives a soft, quiet growl through her nostrils.
She leans forward until her fingers are just barely touching the cold, white tile floor. She takes two deep breaths and tries to release any remaining pressure. As she continues to release gas, she can't help but bury her head further between her knees. Though she is embarrassed, she is also exhausted; the gas is slowly making pressure in her bowels subside and she finds herself relaxing a bit.
After several more long moments, her release finally slows down and she opens her eyes. She sighs a great sigh of relief and relief washes over her. When she stands up again, she's feeling as if she could eat everything in the room. She can't believe how loud her release was.
She sits down on the bed and covers her face once more, embarrassed and slightly amused at the fact that her body just let out an audible release in front of him. He pats her belly, and the soft and soothing touch of his hands makes her feel warm. After a few strokes, she relaxes and, for a moment, she's content to sit there and bask in his touch. She doesn't quite register that it was his hand that felt good on her belly; she's too lost in the comfort of having her belly rubbed.
"Mmm, oh wow..." she breathes out. She's feeling better by the moment, and after several moments she opens her eyes again. She gives him a smile, hoping to make eye contact so he knows she's grateful for the help and the attention he's given her.

He was in awe of her. Of how much she ate today. How her belly is so tight, yet the buttons are not popped off. He wants that. God what a sight would that be!
"you knows you should drink some Soda, it will help you with your gas"
She knows it's not the right option. But she does want a soda. She's greedy in a sense.
He offers her. That's a mistake. Because now, that 1 litre of soda is causing more problem.
She begins to feel heavier as she sits atop the bed. She reaches for something to grab or lean on, to take some of the weight off her stomach—but there's nothing there. Her hands land on her belly, but that just makes her feel more bloated. "God. That's a lot of soda."

It seems like the soda and food, instead of settling her stomach, is just making it more and more restless. She watches a minute hand on her watch tick by. At the end of the minute, she feels her belly rumble louder and longer, letting out a loud, low belch.
With her fingers curled over her belly, she braces herself for the pressure to release. As the loud, low belch erupts from her, she can't help but feel a little bit of shame. It's not quite like anything she's heard before. As the stream of gas ebbs, her body begins to breathe again. She feels a little lighter now that the tension in her bowels has been released. She sits a little straighter, letting out a long, exhausted, shaky breath.

Sitting straight was the second mistake. As she sat straighter, her belly ballooned forward popping off the middle button of her shirt. The gap. He saw it. He saw it all. The gap looked so hot.
Her eyes widened in shock. Her bloated belly. Her nonstop burps and hiccups. Her shame. Her apologies. God it was too much for him. He couldn't control himself anymore. The button pop was the last straw. She looked so sexy sitting there on his bed. All stuffed and full. So full.

He gently lay her down on the bed caressing her stomach. She was in pure bliss. Maybe her fantasy come true. Her boss hovering over her, touching her belly. It's her guilty pleasure.
Slowly and gently he removes her shirt. Her skirt next. He admires the sight before him with lustful eyes. His fingers slide down from her ample breasts till her lower belly. He can't help but take a minute or two to just rub her bare belly.

"so beautiful my tummygirl"
"mhmm" she moans
"fuxkk your moans... Moan for me tummygirl" he says as he starts rubbing her clit.
She was wet. She was dripping.
"so wet for me.. No one else yeah?"
She "burrp" burped.
That was more than enough of a response for him to get rid of his pants in one swift motion and enter her.
" Gonna fuck you so good... Fuck so tight.. Both your pussy and belly"
His thrusts made her belly shake causing her to burp and moan continously that just made him cum faster.
"shit - now that's a record, I've never cummed this soon, you see what your tummy does to me tummygirl.. Hmm"
"I-my turn now she says grinding and removing his shirt"
He went at it once again. Squeezing, slapping, rubbing, stroking her belly. Big big belly. Tight belly. Soon enough she came too.

He gets up to go get a wet towel to clean the mess they made. Once done their naked bodies press against one another. Her being the small spoon and him caressing her tummy. It was a memorable day and he can't wait for what comes next.

But one thing was sure, this was the start of a beautiful "healthy" relationship. Him and his "tummygirl".