Last Stuffing Together.

Chapter 1 - The goodbye.

I've had many feedees across the years... some that started skinny, some that never were... I've had favorites, I've had disappointments... But I'll never forget her, my first, my girl...

We were young when I was moving out of town, but I had to stay with her that last week. Her mom used to work all day, so it was only us. I slept in her room, on the floor right next to her bed. I knew time was running out, and at the time she knew what I liked, we were always close... And little did I know we were about to become closer before we parted ways.

The last day of stay, her mom went out to work as always and I stayed with her, she left us some money, we were excited to buy whatever we wanted. What was it going to be? Pasta? Or maybe some wings, burgers... we were kidding ourselves, we knew perfectly fine what we wanted from the start.

She suggested pizza, my smiled widened dangerously, I knew what was about to go down. We fought over who ordered pizza, we had always been a bit weird, way too akward and shy for our own good, but if it was to see her absolutely bursting out of her white shirt and tight shorts... I did. I called the pizzeria.

Pizza didn't take long to arrive, it was actually a breeze between our cjats and the TV as background noise, she received it and we digged all in. I remeber her, I had to pretend not to look, but I knew she knew I was watching. The first few slices we shared, then when half was gone and she started getting all flushed I had to pretend I was full... everything else was hers. The soda was filling her up nicely as well. I refilled that glass religiously every time it went below the half mark.

I still have that image in my mind, I remember every single time I'm alone... the way her belly started filling up, how she leaned back, so uncomfortable she had to undow her pants when she thought I wanst looking, or because she knew I was. Her belly looked so beautiful, still being filled by soda and pizza, she was an absolute delight. Her rosy cheeks, her soft hair, her cheeks full... i was itching to touch, to kiss her, but we were too young to understand any of it. All I did was look at her as she told me about something I can't remeber, my mind was clearly on some other topic, maybe on how soft the skin of her love handles looked when her shirt rid up ever so slightly, making obvious the pinkish lines on her belly taht had begun to form since the start of our friendship. I've always been known as a bad influence, but God... she was my greatest master piece.

By the time we were done, she was panting, short of breath, rubbing her belly uncomfortably while my eyes stayed glued to the skin that I could see. Her belly spilled from the space where her pants had opened. She dozed off right next to me on the couch. I wish I had been smarter, braver... but I was young and so was she. Next day I left, but ill never foreget or last stuffing together, even if the one who got stuffed for the most part was here...