Full Exposure

Chapter 1

She didn’t look like someone with a kink. Not to strangers, anyway. On the outside, she was composed — always dressed just right, never too tight, never too flashy. She ordered salads on dates, declined dessert with a small, sweet shake of her head. Always in control.

But behind closed doors, when it was just the two of them, she let herself unravel.

He loved watching her lose that control. Loved the way she’d tremble as she finished the last bite of a massive meal, her belly round and heavy under her stretched shirt, her breath shallow, her moans quiet and desperate. He’d feed her slowly, deliberately, praising every swallow. That’s it, good girl… just one more bite for me. And she would, even when she swore she couldn’t. Especially then.

Still, it was always private. That was the deal. Her secret kink, their secret indulgence.

It hadn’t always been like this. When they first met, she was a tiny little thing — petite, delicate, almost birdlike in the way she picked at her food. He remembered thinking how easy it would be to change that. How fun. And over the course of their first year together, he had. Now, she was still tiny — height-wise — but carried an extra forty pounds of proper fat on her soft frame. All his doing. Every curve, every jiggle, every stretch mark: his masterpiece.

And she wore it well. She didn’t believe that, not yet, but he saw it. He felt it, especially when he wrapped his arms around her plush hips at night, or kissed the tight swell of her belly after another stuffing session. He was going to marry her. They’d gotten engaged just last month, and the thought still made his chest ache with pride.

So when he sent her the text that morning —
“Pick something tight. I’m taking you out tonight.”
— she hesitated.

She stood in front of the mirror for nearly an hour before settling on a clingy black dress she hadn’t worn in months. It hugged her hips tighter now, the fabric straining just slightly over her belly even before dinner. She ran her hands down her sides, nervous, aroused, unsure.

He picked her up at seven, smiling when he saw her. “Perfect,” he said, eyes trailing down her figure. She flushed.

“I look ridiculous.”

“No,” he said, leaning in close. “You look like temptation.”

She expected a quiet dinner somewhere discreet, but the car ride stretched on, the city lights blurring by. When they finally pulled up, her stomach flipped — not with hunger, but nerves.

A buffet. Bright lights. Crowds. Endless food. Endless eyes.

She turned to him, pulse quickening. “Here?”

He gave her that look — the one that made her weak, the one that told her he knew. “Yes. I want them to see.”

Her breath caught.

Inside, the place was already buzzing — laughter, clinking plates, people weaving between the food stations. Her heels clicked against the floor as they walked to their table, every step a reminder of how tightly the dress hugged her thighs.

He piled her first plate for her: heavy, indulgent, overflowing. Mac and cheese, fried chicken, biscuits soaked in butter, creamy pastas, thick slices of pie — all things she adored and never dared touch in public.

When he placed it in front of her, he leaned down and whispered, “No holding back tonight. I want to see you give in.”

She hesitated for a moment. Then, slowly, she picked up her fork.

The first bite was cautious. The second… less so. By the third, she forgot the people around them, the background chatter. She felt his gaze on her, warm and hungry, and it fed her more than the food did. Her chewing slowed. Her breathing deepened. She licked gravy from her fork and noticed — out of the corner of her eye — the first stare. A woman across the room, watching her eat. Mouth slightly parted. Not in disgust. Something else.

She swallowed, hard.

He reached under the table and rested a hand on her knee. “Good girl,” he murmured.

And just like that, she was hooked.

She didn’t know how far he planned to push her tonight. But as the fabric of her dress began to press tighter across her midsection, as her belly warmed with fullness and heat, she suspected this was only the beginning.