Chapter 1

“Fuck, baby,” I said through gritted teeth, grabbing a handful of your stomach where it overhung your pants ever so slightly. “I need to stuff you so bad.”

“Please, please, let me do it,” I whimpered, wrapping my arms around your middle, pressing my cheek into your soft folds.

“I know you wanted to take things slow, but you make me go out of my mind. I can’t—” I choked on my own words. “I can’t hold out any longer.” I looked up at you with hungry eyes.

“Well…” You hesitated for a moment. “I guess I could eat some.” A soft smile spread across your face.

I cupped your face in my hands. “You’re incredible. Have I told you that already?”

The feast began once the food was delivered. Our order could’ve easily fed three or four people—but instead, I chose to cram everything into your belly.

You were starting to fill out nicely halfway through the stuffing, your belly stretching farther from you and pressing closer to me. It was beautiful to watch—the way you reacted to every bite, every touch.

“That’s it, let it all hang out,” I gently guided you through your feeding high, unbuttoning your pants and delivering a few playful smacks to your middle. “Let’s show off all that hard work.” I shoved the last pieces of food into your mouth, and you moaned softly in response.

“Ugh, your poor tummy. Helpless and stuffed, forced to digest all that food we just packed into you.” I pulled your top up carefully and pressed a soft kiss to your protruding gut, just above your belly button—a gesture of appreciation for trusting me to use you and satisfy your desires.

“You think you could still fit dessert in there, huh?” I ran my hands along the sides of your middle, putting a little pressure on it, trying to feel out how full you actually were.

“Maybe…” Your words were interrupted by a small hiccup. “Maybe just a little,” you repeated.

As we kept indulging, a few drops of the rich, chocolatey sauce covering the dessert had fallen onto the skin of your stomach. I tsked before feeding you the spoonful I was already holding.

“Hold on.” I put the spoon down and set the food aside. “Let me get that,” I said innocently, leaning down to your middle and licking it clean.

I smirked against your skin, seeing your struggle to hide your arousal—bucking your hips, breath suddenly quickening, words starting to slur.

“That’s much better,” I murmured, stroking your now-clean belly. “Nothing can go to waste, can it?”

You were trembling now, having finished your sweet treat—body slack but overworked, belly taut and swollen. Every shift made you gasp. You’d eaten far past fullness, and now your body was heavy, hot, and buzzing with exhaustion.

“I know, I know. You’re too full, aren’t you?” I leaned down and kissed your cheek, then your collarbone, then the slope of your belly. “You did so well for me. You took everything I gave you.”

You moaned—half embarrassment, half pride. Your hips twitched again, as if some part of you was still craving more. I noticed. I always noticed.

“That greedy little body of yours,” I whispered, dragging my fingers gently across your stretched skin. “Even now, it doesn’t know when to stop.”

I began rubbing slow, tender circles into your gut, alternating between massaging and kissing. Your breath hitched when a soft burp slipped out—low, wet, and humiliating.

“There we go,” I murmured. “Let it out. That’s it… let me take care of you.”

You were too far gone, blissfully full, unable to form a complete sentence. All you could do was squirm and groan beneath me—and that told me everything I needed to know.

I carefully lowered myself down and lay beside you, leveling my head with your belly. Turning onto my side, I threw my arm across your middle and snuggled in close, nuzzling into your swollen stomach.

I pressed a kiss into the warmth of your skin and closed my eyes, listening to your breath slow, knowing you were full—of me, for me, and only me.