Chapter 4 - her house

Jaana saw me returning through the hustling crowd and shifted aside to accommodate me. Now that I had gotten rid of excess load, it was easier to contain a more subtle energy down there... even though she was so god-damn hot. ***.
It seems that while I was occupying myself, she had devoured the plate of chips. Her bulge was more prominent now and she slunk under my gaze.
"Oh damn, I'm such a pig," she remarked, sucking her belly in to mask the mound that had formed around her gut.
"No don't worry, we all need to eat. I mean, we wouldn't survive without our food... and my weed,' added in quirkily.
'Ah thanks... I suppose that's true. And you stoner... gosh! Haha," her laughing brought some reassurance to the awkward situation. It was another thing I loved about her; she didn't create awkward situations for a guy so she could just take the shit out of them. But rather, if one did arise, she took the guys reply as it was, not bending it to make it an insult so she could have a go at the guy.
She lay bent forward and rested her elbows on her knees and yawned.
"It hasn't even been long and I'm already tired," she said opening her eyes wide and blinking in an effort to wake up, "I think I need my energy."
As she got up to grab a plate full of sausage-rolls, my heart soared at the thought of her stuffing herself. It couldn't have been true. But it seemed that it was, to my unbelieving eyes, as she sat down with the plate to herself and ate them all. I watched as the lights cast the ever-tightening fabric in arrays of soft light that shadowed the contours of the creasing material under the strain of her belly. I just sat there in silence, catching glimpses a lot, but appeared to be observing everyone else. I kind of slid back a bit so I was a little further out of her line of sight.
Finally having nearly finished the plate, she emitted a big sigh. I looked and saw her belly even more stuffed and pressing against her dress, straining it to its limit. She had to suck it in.
"Damn I feel so fat," she remarked rubbing her stuffed gut barely able to keep it in, "I think I'm gonna go home, ugh... hey, you should come with me and keep me company!"
I sat there fixed upon a sudden torrent of possibilities and excitement. Without thinking properly I agreed and rang my mother telling her I was 'going home with Alex for the night'. It was lie.
"How are we going to get back though? I came here with Alex you see..." I turned to her pensively.
"I've got money for the bus - how I got here too."
With that, I said my goodbyes, saying I was 'catching the bus back to my house', yet another lie, but one that I was so ready to make.
Fare-welled, I stepped into the cool breeze of the night that swept under my skin immediately.
In the murky darkness that was yet calm and serene, I asked, "Which way are we going?"
"Right. At the main road go left and there's a bus stop fifty or so meters down that way."
Jaana kind of stumbled to the bus stop; sadly I couldn't really see her features which I would have loved to see jiggling about. At the bus stop, under the murky orange street light, we waited for an eternity in my awe-begotten eyes, until the mercy of the arriving bus broke me from my stupor. I let Jaana is first, who was holding her belly in quite well despite the evident pain, and paid for both of us. When seated, she rest her head against my lean shoulder and instantly dozed off. My previously guarded and bared heart had let itself open again. So sad. Was I to be hurt over again? I dreaded that prospect, and despite my will to be wary, I shut the negative thoughts out and let my heart fly with the delicate soul that had now come to rest on the foundations I had laid for her.

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It was to be a long ride to her house: she lived on the outer suburbs so a ride from the city would take a duration that needed entertainment. Jaana lay asleep jolting slightly with every bump and I had my eyes glued to her bloated belly that wobbled slightly in unison with each bump. I could resist. I took my hands and slowly caressed her tender belly, massaging the most tender parts. The layer of fat gave under my pressure and I squeezed the flesh underneath her dress. It was so amazing. Despite feeling only the cloth that covered it, I still felt the warmth her belly radiated and he softness of her fat. In a wandering stupor, I nearly missed the fact that we were nearly at her house. Waking her by gently shaking her, I asked, "Is this close to your house?"
"Oh crap," she replied slowly, "we get off at the next stop."
Soon the bus stopped almost immediately outside her house and she stumbled off, once again sucking her paunch in. We were again embedded in darkness as she fumbled for her keys in her purse. When she retrieved them she was at the door of her grand house. Lit in the orange gloom of the street lights, it was a work of the most common modern architect. The plain whiteness and squareness of the house made it easy on the eye and a great summer house. She rattled at the lock, gained access and fiddled with the alarm system until it was de-activated. With that done she turned on the hallway lights and hung up her handbag, and disappeared down the hall leaving me to explore. The door led into a hallway that went both left and right. Down to the left led to the kitchen at the far end of the house. The right led to bedrooms and bathrooms and such. I went left, into the kitchen to find out that and the kitchen is joined with the high ceilinged dining area to the right. Back down even more to the right was the opening to the TV room and couches, and behind that even further, a glass sliding door leading out to the pool.
Before I could say, 'This is an amazing house Jaana', I saw her fast asleep on the couch in the TV room already. I took my shoes off as to not make un-due sound and approached her in the gloom of the room. Splayed on the couch, her stuffed belly was relaxed and was at its full size. It was huge.
I went up to her and watched her longingly. I really had let myself slip this time, I thought. The slumbering angel looked at peace as her slow heavy breaths rose and fell her belly and chest. The weight of her C cups pushed together into a seam of deep sexy cleavage and her chin pressed to her chest, forming a gorgeous second chin. I would have to find somewhere else to sleep.