CW: Stuffing, semi-force-feeding, burst teasing, lots of tummy love
Ok, so, this one isn't technically supposed to be a Patreon fic, but... I really, really, really don't want to format almost 30 pages on DA. I wanted to sell it for cheap here on Patreon for easy access, but the lowest I can charge for a post is $3. Soooo... I guess people hafta pay me a dollar if they wanna read all these pages un-cramped, since Patreon won't let me post this for free either. >shrug< What can ya do?
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Kirsty was so warm. So cozy. The soft light of dawn shone bright on the wall overhead, but the little woman couldn’t be fussed to get up yet. That would mean leaving her little cocoon of happiness. Plus… she was the little spoon. She liked being a spoon. Being a spoon was great.
“Nnng… mrgl flrgl… snirrrrrk…” A soft, sleepy voice emoted behind Kirsty. She smiled to herself. Mel’s sleepy noises were so cute~. She snuggled deeper into Mel’s body and sighed contentedly. She could stay here, sleeping, all day…
*GrrRggll*
…Or, at least, she wanted to, but her hungry belly demanded otherwise. Kirsty considered staying in bed anyways, but she knew she’d get cranky if she didn’t get some food inside her. Goodbye, lush garden of warmth and happiness. Hello, cold and cruel world of the morning…
Kirsty oh-so carefully extricated herself from her wonderful girlfriend’s embrace. Luckily, Mel was a pretty deep sleeper, so Kirsty being the earlier riser of the two worked out pretty well. The carpet tickled Kirsty’s feet on the way into the bathroom for her morning routine. She shut the door, turned on the light, and yawned. She gave herself a once-over in the mirror. Eh… ok. She could be better, but at least she was better than she used to be.
Standing in the mirror was a short, pasty girl with freckles plastered across her nose, cheeks, and shoulders, and bright ginger hair enveloping her head like a rat’s nest. She was thin in every sense of the word; a-cups, only a bit of curve to her hips, and thin enough that, when she breathed out, she could see the bottom curve of her ribcage. She didn’t love that. Sure, she was fine with being thin, and she was still healthy, but she didn’t like it when people asked her if she was getting enough to eat. She hated making people worry like that…
Ah, but enough with that! Bad thoughts, go away! Burn those to be ok!
…Kirsty covered her face with her hands, cheeks burning. How could Mel chant cheesy things like that so confidently? Kirsty wanted to die just thinking the words in the solitude of the bathroom…
The tiny ginger quickly finished up her bathroom routine, then quietly assembled her outfit for the day. Comfy grey khaki pants with a studded belt cinched tightly to keep them up and a rainbow tie-dye tank-top that stopped just above her belly button, offering just a bit of tasteful midriff viewage. She shuffled out of the bedroom and to the kitchen, where she started making breakfast. Three eggs for herself to make a mushroom and spinach omelet, and she’d get some turkey sausage and hashbrowns going for her lovely Mel. She’d usually get up by the time Kirsty was done with making breakfast, but it was fine if she wasn’t. She’d just put her plate in the oven on low to keep it warm until she was up and ready.
Sure enough, right on schedule, Mel plodded out into the kitchen right as Kirsty finished plating. Kirsty smiled at her girlfriend. “Good morning, lovely! Did you sleep well?”
Mel yawned wide, reaching under her nightshirt to scratch her belly as she did. Kirsty got a little hint of tasteful underboob as she did. Yummy~. She blinked and grinned at her lover. “Yeah, I did. Did you? I know I kept you up pretty late~.”
Kirsty blushed a little, remembering the events of last night. “Y-Yeah, I did…” She half-mumbled. She leaned against the counter with her plate and a fork. She set Mel’s plate down next to her, placing a fork on it. “I was surprised you, uh… y-you did the thing with the cherries… a-and the licorice…”
With a tired smirk, Mel joined Kirsty at the counter. She gave Kirsty a quick peck on the head, making the smaller girl’s heart flutter, then picked up her plate and started eating. “Of course I did. I knew it would make you so flustered you wouldn’t be able to speak, so I had to do it~.”
Kirsty blushed bright red. Mel was right. Kirsty seeing that had sent her into a mini conniption.
The petite girl glanced over at her partner. Mel was perfect. She had lovely chocolate caramel-colored skin, she was a good eight inches taller (perfect height gap!), she had gorgeous sleek black hair, and she had curves like BAM! BOOM! POW! She had a little bit of a tummy, which Kirsty found adorably squishy. Her belly actually looked a little bit rounder than usual this morning. That was no surprise, though, considering the fun they’d had last night…
“Do you have work today?” Mel asked. She bit off half of a sausage as she idly leaned against Kirsty.
Enjoying the contact, Kirsty leaned into Mel as well. “No. I finished my big project yesterday and haven’t accepted another one yet. Why?”
Mel swallowed her food and grinned. “‘Cause I finished my little project for you, and I was hoping we could test it out today.”
Kirsty’s heart did a full flip. She froze, a bite of omelet halfway to her mouth. She quickly set her plate down and turned to Mel, eyes sparkling. “Really? It works and everything?”
“It does~,” Mel replied. She set her own plate down and wrapped an arm around Kirsty, pulling her close. Kirsty’s face was filled with boobah, and while she was hyperventilating just a little bit, she felt Mel’s other hand trailing across the modest sliver of skin Kirsty had between top and pants. Mel leaned her head down a bit, whispering into Kirsty’s ear, “I can’t wait to see how far you’ll really go for me, you greedy little glutton. I hope you weren’t planning on sleeping tonight either…”
Did Kirsty have legs? She couldn’t feel them. She was being held up purely by Mel’s arm, her plush breasts, and her sultry words. She had a feeling that, by the end of the night, she wouldn’t be using her legs regardless of if she had them or not…
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“This little thing is the thing? Really?” Kirsty asked, holding the small jeweled object up to the light.
“Of course it will. I made sure of it,” Mel responded. She had gotten dressed, putting on a gorgeous green dress with a flower-patterned skirt. The dress perfectly embodied the energy of Spring- which, coincidentally, is what Kirsty felt like doing into Mel’s arms whenever she saw her in that dress.
Well, Kirsty didn’t need to be told twice. She pulled her shirt up just a little bit and fiddled with her navel for a moment. It wasn’t hard to get the piercing on. She moved her hands to inspect it. For all intents and purposes, it looked like just a regular belly button piercing, apart from the brightly colored pink stone laid into it. Of course, Kirsty didn’t doubt Mel. her girlfriend had no reason to ever lie to her. Besides, regardless, she would find out if it worked sooner rather than later. Kirsty’s heart fluttered in anticipation. She glanced back up at Mel. “S-So, uh… are you r-ready…?”
Mel licked her lips, tapping the indent of the matching navel ring she was wearing under her form-fitting dress. “That’s what I should be asking you. Make sure to keep the safeword in mind. You’re gonna need it.”
Hooooooh boy. Be still, Kirsty’s gay little soul.
A twenty minute drive brought the pair to their destination; a Chinese buffet downtown that they both loved. They went often enough that, much to Kirsty’s horror, some of the staff had begun greeting them by name when they entered. Today was one such day, as a familiar looking blonde waitress greeted them. “Mel, Kirsty, hey! For some reason, I had a feeling I’d be seeing you today!”
Kirst wanted to disappear. She gripped Mel’s arm tight and half-hid behind the larger woman. Mel, on the other hand, laughed. “Well, today is crab day. I think you know by now how much I love my crab~.”
“Yes I do, ha! Ah, that reminds me…” The woman snagged the arm of a passing water, saying, “Arnold, hey- let the kitchen know we’ll be needing to restock the crab section of the buffet pretty soon. Probably the lemon chicken, as well.”
The man blinked. “But we just restocked the crab?”
“I know we did. Let them know anyways, ok?”
“Uuuh… ok?” the man responded before heading back.
Kirsty. Wanted. To. DIIIIIIIEEEEEEEE-
After that mortifying display of familiarity, Mel paid for their buffet passes using Kirsty’s card and the two sat themselves as near the buffet as they could. Mel laughed as she did. “They really have us pegged, huh? She even knew my second favorite dish. A-plus service, I gotta say!”
“Eeeeeeend meeeeeeeee…” Kirsty groaned into her hair, which she’d pulled in front of her face.
Mel laughed again. “No, no, I can’t do that here- you need to wait until we get home!”
“…Help-” Kirsty squeaked.
With their seat secured, Mel got up and bustled around the buffet, filling up a couple of plates with more food than was reasonable. As foretold by long-standing waitress number one, one plate was piled high with nothing but crab, while the other had a large amount of lemon chicken mixed with other non-beef and non-pork dishes. Mel sat the plates down, went back for a couple of drinks (unsweetened tea for herself, mountain dew for Kirsty), and then sat down. She licked her lips as she snapped a set of chopsticks apart. “Over the teeth, past the gums, watch out Kirsty, here it comes!”
Kirsty started to groan again from Mel’s cheesiness (she swore, that girl said those things just to embarrass Kirsty). Still, she couldn’t help but smile as Mel took that first big bite of chicken. She had a way of making food look so delicious when she was eating! Her eyes brightened up, her cheeks were adorably puffed up, she made happy little noises- she even boogied a little sometimes! Kirsty’s girlfriend was just so dang cute-
“Hurp-” Kirsty covered her mouth. Her eyes widened. She hadn’t been expecting that. Well- she had, but also, she really, REALLY hadn’t. After all, how could you really prepare for the feeling of food being placed in your stomach when you aren't even eating?
Fun fact: Kirsty’s job was a commissioned coder, and Mel’s job was that she was a freaking WITCH. Kirsty had a badass magical girlfriend! With a thicc body, a loving personality, and a passion for eating! How lucky can one nervous introvert GET!? And this amazing witch GF had designed a set of enchanted jewelry that would hopefully solve Kirsty’s number one kink problem: her inability to eat large meals.
Between the two girls, Mel was the dominant one. Shocking, right? They both loved stuffing and being stuffed alike, but Kirsty enjoyed being stuffed a lot more and Mel enjoyed stuffing others a lot more. The problem was that… Kirsty was weak. So very, very weak. She got tummy aches easily, which made it very difficult to want to continue eating, even when being fed. That, plus a weak jaw that got tired easily from too much chewing, meant that Kirsty could only eat a fraction of what she wanted to- and a fraction of what Mel wanted her to eat. So their usual dynamic was that Kirsty would stuff Mel instead, with Mel taking control of the pace and directing Kirsty on how to feed her. Still very dommy, still very fun, still very… uh… y’know… but it wasn’t what either woman truly wanted.
Well, starting today, that might very well change. Kirsty’s heart was slamming into her chest as she watched Mel swallow a hefty mouthful of crab. The mushed-up crustacean descended her throat in a notable lump, passed her collarbone, and… sure enough, Kirsty felt a new bit of weight settle into her own belly. She shuddered, gently tracing the line of bare belly she had underneath the table. Soon enough, thanks to these navel rings moving the food Mel ate into Kirsty’s belly, there would be much more than just this little sliver of pale skin showing…
Mel, for how much she enjoyed food, didn’t savor it for long. She ate quickly, making sure to always have her cheeks packed with tasty food. Kirsty, having no food of her own, was left to her own devices, sipping on her soda while her heart raced wildly. Should she be adding more liquid to her belly while being actively stuffed? Probably not. The Dew taste good, though. So sue her.
A small burp worked its way up Kirsty’s throat. She was already starting to feel full even though Mel had only been doing her thing for a few minutes. That wasn’t exactly surprising. Between Mel being six-foot-one and Kirsty being five-five, and Mel having a solid hundred pounds on the little ginger, there was a lot more room inside of one girl than the other. Kirsty’s little belly just wasn’t built like Mel’s was. Not that that was gonna stop her, mind. It wasn’t even a bad thing. It just meant she got to enjoy being stuffed a little earlier than big people did~.
Before long, Mel had completely cleared both of her plates. She wiped her hands on a napkin and leaned on the table, a grin plastered across her face. “Sooo? How’re you feeling so far, little snack? Having fun yet?’
Some heat spread across Kirsty’s cheeks as she replied, “Y-Yeah, definitely- I can already feel my belly straining my belt!”
Mel chuckled. Then she got up, picking up her plates. “Good. I hope you’re ready for round two, then- or as many rounds as I need to make that belt bust~.”
“Eep-” Kirsty squeaked. She fanned her face while Mel went off to restock, trying to calm herself. They were just getting started! She couldn’t be overheating already! They had so much more to go!
Mel ended up making a third trip back to the buffet line as well, even going so far as to fill up a third plate on her third visit. The heaping stacks of greasy food rapidly filled Kirsty’s belly, making it balloon up and over the top of her pants. Just as expected, that little sliver of belly didn’t stay a sliver for long. Several servings of sesame chicken, a small platoon’s worth of crab, a bucket’s worth of chow mien, and more chili shrimp than Kirsty could count had all disappeared down Mel’s throat- and had jumped ship to give Kirsty’s top a run for its money instead.
The short redhead groaned and leaned back in her seat, rubbing the exposed swath of skin she now had between pants and shirt. This was so wonderful! Getting filled to the brim with food while not having to deal with the worst parts of eating was so heavenly! Normally, about now, Kirsty would be tapping out due to her sore jaw, but she was totally fine right now! The only real problem was that her tummy was beginning to ache, but all that really meant was that she didn’t want to eat anymore. Luckily, she didn’t have to eat anymore-
Kirsty jumped in her seat as the chair next to her creaked. She glanced over just in time for her partner to lean in for a kiss. Kirsty could taste chili sauce on her lips… “Awww, just look at how big you’re getting!” Mel crooned after pulling away from the kiss, leaving Kirsty panting. She scooted closer and slid a hand up under the side of Kirsty’s top, gently grabbing Kirsty’s glutted belly. Kirsty gasped and squirmed as Mel squeezed. “You’re already getting so tight! I wonder how much more I can force into that little drum of yours before you just can’t stand it anymore~.”
If it was possible for steam to billow out of Kirsty’s ears, it would be happening now. She hid her face in her hair again, hoping no one was watching… but also, maybe hoping that someone had noticed…
“Are you ready to go to the next place, babes? I haven’t eaten ice cream in forever since it gives me such bad gas, so I am loving the idea of fitting a few gallons inside of you~.”
“...M-Mm-hmm…” Kirsty squeaked out, starting to squirm in her seat.
“Good girl~,” Mel breathed. She gave Kirsty a peck on the check, gave her belly one last squeeze, and got up. Kirsty practically jumped up after her- and immediately regretted it. Oooh, she was so full and tight! She hic-urped as her hands instinctively clutched at her belly, wincing as she did. Lord, her belt felt so tight around her waist! It wasn’t a surprise why- when she’d come in, she’d been a veritable beanpole with a twenty-four inch waist. Now she looked like she’d swallowed a football, and it was lodged right above her belt, muffining out over the top. She was tempted to undo her belt, but… also… how hot would it be for Mel to push her so far that her belt literally snapped? Kirsty giggled to herself at the thought, twirling a strand of her hair while poking at her gurgling stomach. There was no rush to take the belt off~. She could handle a little bit of discomfort…
Mel grabbed Kirsty by the hand and led her out of the buffet, bidding the too-friendly waitress goodbye on the way out. Kirsty noticed that the woman glanced down at Mel’s waist, seemed to be confused by what she saw, then did a double take when she saw the harsh muffin of pale belly Kirsty was sporting. The quiet ginger looked away, face burning as red as her hair.
“Did something good happen, mini? You’re doing that giggling I love~.”
Oops! Kirsty caught herself, putting her free hand over her mouth. Ok, Kirsty, it’s fine. You’re normal about this! You don’t even like people looking at you- why would you want them to look at you now, when you’re stuffed to high heaven? That would be ridiculous!
It was a short walk over to Kirsty’s favorite ice cream parlor, but for someone carrying a few pounds of food in her gut, it was a long trek. They arrived at the parlor with Kirsty out of breath and holding her belly, wincing as it rumbled and gurgled angrily. Be calm, girl, be calm- you haven’t even experienced half of the day’s delights yet…
A quick wait in line got them to the counter to order. Kirsty, as was standard, hid behind Mel while the lovely woman ordered. “Hmm, hmm, hmm~” Mel hummed in a sing-song tone. “I think I will haaaaave… Three triple scoop bowls- one strawberry, one rocky road, and one pistachio almond. Oh, and an extra large smoothie! Double chocolate, and go heavy on the toppings.”
The man taking Mel’s order paused for a moment, seeming to note that there were only the two of them. “Uh… Ok, sure. Will that be cash or credit?” After Kirsty paid (via Mel), the man bustled around for a couple minutes, getting the large order ready. When it was done, he happened to glance over at Kirsty during the hand-off of goods. He gave her a little smile. “Congratulations! I hope the little one enjoys the treat.”
Kirsty blinked. The sound of Mel giggling was hard to miss. It took Kirsty all the way to when they had claimed a booth to sit at to realize that the man had thought she was pregnant. Kirsty latched onto Mel and buried her face in Mel’s bust, screaming, “EEEEEEEEEEEEE-”
“I take it that’s a good ‘EEEE’?” Mel teased, holding Kirsty’s head and patting it. The little ginger gave a half-hearted mumble of indignance. Then she shivered. Cold! She was getting cold all of a sudden! She (regretfully) pulled her face from Mel’s cleavage to look up. Sure enough, her tall lover had started helping herself to some of the ice cream. She glanced down at Kirsty, then gave her a playful smile. Kirsty shivered again- but not from cold this time.
Just like with the Chinese food, it wasn’t Mel’s style to enjoy her food slowly. She scooped in mouthfuls at a time, making happy little noises with each bite. This was just fine with Kirsty; it meant that she could enjoy her belly swelling almost in real time~.
Kirsty nestled into Mel’s larger, softer body, huffing and groaning as she felt her belly filling up from Mel’s endless stuffing. She rubbed her tum, listening to the angry gurgles inside get more insistent as every nook and cranny inside of her was filled up with heavy dairy. She hurped and belched whenever the rumbling inside her gut dislodged some gas, muffling the sound with her arm but never stopping herself entirely. As fun as it was to hold all the gas in and let that bloat her up too, Kirsty had a feeling that she wouldn’t be needing to do that today. Plus… it was hot- and Mel thought so, too, so… eheh~.
Even with Mel’s quick eating style, it took a little bit for her to work her way through all three bowls of ice cream. By the end of them, Kirsty was whimpering from just how tight her belt was around her middle. She massaged the bulge of her belly, pampering the pained sections of skin around the edges of the belt. As she was massaging, she yelped from the cold touch of Mel reaching around her to join her in soothing the angry tension on her skin. “Mini… are you trying to pop your belt for me?”
“...M-Maybe…”
Mel leaned in, smooching the top of Kirsty’s head. “I love how much you want to make me happy, but you don’t need to do that for me. I don’t want you to hurt yourself trying to please me, or for me to hurt you because I don’t notice how hard you’re trying. Will you let me undo your belt for you, love?”
“...M-Mhm…” Kirsty bit her lip as Mel reached around with her other hand, hugging the smaller woman from the back as she fiddled with the problematic belt. Hrp- she was really pushing in, trying to get the buckle undone! Th-There was so much pressure underneath there, and Mel’s strong fingers were driving Kirsty mad!
After much struggling, Mel just barely managed to get the belt clasp undone. The petite ginger let out a huge sigh of relief as her belly surged outward, filling up the space it had formerly been denied. She hiccupped and gently tugged her pants down just a little, revealing the harsh red lines that the belt had left. She soothed the lines with gentle fingers, groaning from how great it felt to finally-
“G-HRK-!” Kirsty went rigid in her seat nestled into Mel, eye twitching and hands tense against her belly. Sh-She was filling up so qu-qu-quickly! Kirsty quickly looked over to Mel and, sure enough, she was chugging her entire milkshake in one go. That was an extra large! There had to be over a liter of thick ice cream in there! Kirsty couldn’t take that so fast- she’d pop-!
The smaller woman moaned and clutched her belly, willing it to hold together as Mel rapidly drained the entire milkshake into it. She could practically hear the thick liquid falling into her stomach, with the distended organ gurgling plaintively as it made as much room it could. She belched again, more forcibly this time as the air was practically ejected from her stomach being so rapidly overfilled. It felt so crazy to be able to burp at the same time she was getting packed full of food!
Finally… it was over. Kirsty whimpered softly as Mel set the now empty milkshake glass down, smacking her lips. “There’s your punishment for being so reckless, babes,” Mel said with her voice dripping with pleasure. Then she shifted in her seat, once again moving to hug Kirsty from behind. “And this-” Mel breathed into Kirsty’s ear, breasts pressing into her back and hand slipping under the waistband of her pants, “-is your reward for taking it like such a good girl~.”
Kirsty’s face twisted as she did the best she possibly could to not just erotically moan in the middle of a public space. Mel wasn’t making it easy on her, though- her hands felt so delicious as they kneaded her bloated underbelly, which hadn’t gotten the care it needed after being strangled by her belted pants for too long. One hand remained beneath her pants as the other came out- and gave Kirsty’s bare belly a soft smack. The little woman couldn’t stop the squeak from escaping her mouth. Mel chuckled at that. “Sorry~. Just Can’t help myself sometimes when my favorite little beanstalk has a better curve than I do. I just love the sound your taut gut makes when I slap it. Should I do it again~?”
The furiously blushing woman wanted to shake her head, to say no, but she couldn’t make herself do it. She just squeaked again as Mel gave her stomach another slap. “How can a belly sound so solid when it’s smacked? I can’t believe you let me force so much food into you that your stomach sounds like a drum~” Mel teased again, now starting to massage Kirsty’s stomach. “It doesn’t feel like you have any room left in you. Maybe we should… head back home?”
Kirsty’s stomach did a flip. Yes, her belly hurt, and yes, she was mortified being so glutted in public, and yes, she was starting to have some trouble breathing, but- but- but-! “N-No, not- *HRP* y-yet-”
“Hmm? What was that?” Mel crooned in a soft voice. Firm fingers gripped Kirsty’s chin and turned her head sideways to look at Mel, who had the most unfair bedroom eyes that Kirsty had ever seen. “I don’t think I heard any cute little subs begging me, so maybe we should go home after all~?”
“N-No- p-p-please-” Kirsty whispered, tears forming in the corners of her eyes. “I-I’m not done yet- P-Please keep s-s-stuffing me-”
“Ah, there we go~” Mel hummed. She leaned forward and kissed Kirsty again- this time, her lips were infused with chocolate. She pulled away after about twenty seconds, saying, “We should get going then! I was thinking I wanted pizza next. Can’t usually have that, either. What do you think?”
“Nnnnng-”
Mel laughed. “Sounds like a plan, then~.”
Kirsty took her time standing up, panting and huffing. Despite how fantastic it felt to be this full, her belly was really starting to ache. A painful *glrp* preceded a particularly uncomfortable cramp that made Kirsty gasp. She whimpered and held her belly while Mel got up. The taller woman leaned down and ran a finger up the side of Kirsty’s belly, making her shiver. “Let’s get going. I don’t want you to pop before I make you explode~.”
The two walked out, hand in hand. It was much slower going now that Kirsty was carrying so much weight inside of her. She likely had a good ten pounds of food inside her at this point, pushing out her gut like BWOMPH. Still, with Mel’s gentle yet insistent pulling, Kirsty kept her feet moving. She was intimately aware of people casting her glances, their eyes drifting down to her undone belt and the way her belly was still muffining over her pants. She was so aware… and so there for it…~
“Hey, Colette!” Mel called out the moment they stepped into the pizza parlor they always went to.
A small, spritely woman behind the counter flashed a bright smile at the two lesbians as they approached the counter. “Mel, Kirsty- heya! How are my two favorite cuties doing today?”
“Good- excellent, even! Isn’t that right, babes?” Mel said.
The taller woman pulled Kirsty closer, dislodging a burp from her glorpy stomach. Kirsty blushed and avoided Colette’s gaze. “Y-Yeah… D-Doing well…”
Colette raised an eyebrow. She glanced between the two girls a few times, taking particular note of the size disparity between their stomachs. A knowing smile spread across her lips. “I see~. Should I chalk you up for an extra-large supreme with a serving of breadsticks and a mountain dew, then?”
Mel blew the pink-haired parlor worker a kiss. “You know us too well! But no, we’ll get an extra-large teriyaki chicken with garlic knots and a cherry Fanta.”
“Oh, your- uh-” Colette seemed thrown off that they were getting Mel’s favorite order instead. She glanced back to Kirsty, then to Mel. “Y-Yeah, sure! Ok! I’ll get that put in for you! And game night’s still on for Tuesday, right?”
“Of course- so long as mini’s still in one piece~” Mel laughed after getting another squeak out of Kirsty
After Kirsty’s card paid, the two took a seat, Kirsty thankful to let her belly rest, even if just for a moment. She groaned and leaned into Mel after she had sat down as well. “I c-can’t believe she just knows… How’d she figure it out, anyways…?”
“Not hard to figure out when we order four people’s worth of food, only one of us eats, we never have leftovers, and you love showing off. It’d be strange if she hadn’t figured it out by now.”
Kirsty guessed they were pretty obvious about it… Colette was a friend, at least, but how many strangers had figured out what they were up to on their stuffing days? How many people had ogled Kirsty or Mel’s belly and known just how excited both women were? She really didn’t want to think about how well-known their degeneracy was… but at the same time… eheh…
In the time it took their food to get ready, Kirst and Mel sat together and just enjoyed each other’s company. It was nice to have a little break from the fun for a moment, even if Kirsty’s tummy ache and gassiness was keeping her in the mood for the whole downtime. Could someone really blame her? It was a little hard to chat about work and hobbies when your gut sticks out twice as far as your breasts (not that that was too much of a feat, in Kirsty’s case-) and your insides are making enough noise to rival an inconsiderate cricket.
Still, the downtime didn’t last for too long. Just as Kirsty felt like her stomach was starting to settle, Colette arrived at their table with food in tow. “Here ya go! The XL teriyaki, your soda, and the garlic knots! I made sure to throw in a few extra, since I know you’re soooo hungry~.”
Mel flashed her a cheeky smile. “Thanks, Collie! It’s really hard to keep this hungry girl fed when she’s eating for three~.” Colette giggled while Kirsty’s blush spread all the way down to her shoulders. Their server friend then left the two alone. Mel licked her lips and picked up a slice of pizza. She severed a long strand of gooey cheese that stayed connected with a finger, sucked the strand into her mouth, and led that into a big bite. Her eyes fluttered and she groaned. “I’s ama’ing how ’oo’ foo’ s’ill ’as’s when you’re ‘ever full!”
“Eeeew, don’t talk with your mouth- nnng!” Kirsty’s reprimand was interrupted by a large swallow from Mel, sending a huge amount of greasy cheese and chicken straight into Kirsty’s belly. The small woman burped and held her stomach, her tummy ache renewing after a brief moment of peace.
Mel swallowed the rest of the pizza and grinned. “Sorry, babes. I was just saying, it’s amazing how good food tastes when you never get full! I feel like I could keep eating forever and ever~”
Kirsty pictured what would happen to her should Mel truly keep eating forever, and a rush of heat flooded her body. She swallowed hard. “I-I would explode… so fast…”
“Probably~,” Mel crooned. She licked a bit of sauce off the corner of her mouth and grinned. “I can’t wait to find out just how fast~.”
With that, Mel took another hefty bite of pizza. Kirsty could do nothing but moan and massage her aching belly while her lover shoved pizza into her mouth as ravenously as if she hadn’t already eaten a week’s worth of food today. Which, technically, she hadn’t; she’d actually crammed all that food straight into Kirsty’s belly instead. Yet now she was forcing even more food inside her, filling Kirsty’s already packed tum with more food than she’d ever fit inside herself before.
Kirsty was just a gassy, whimpering mess at this point. While Mel scarfed down her fifth slice of pizza, Kirsty was belching up teriyaki-scented gas and desperately trying to convince her belly to hold together. Her pants were starting to become just as restrictive as her belt had been, her gut ballooning over the top and the button straining for release. The angry orb gurgled and roared in indignation at the foul treatment it was receiving. The indigestion certainly wasn’t helping, as the gas was only making Kirsty’s belly swell up even bigger. She looked like she’d swallowed a watermelon whole at this point, with one end resting on her pelvis and the other end tucked into her rib cage. The pressure building inside of Kirsty was unbelievable, and yet-
“Mm-MMM!” Mel shoved a full garlic knot into her mouth, took a quick swig of soda to wash it down, and helped herself to another slice of pizza. “I swear, we should do this every day! Think you’ll be able to walk again by tomorrow?”
‘Not at this rate’ was what Kirsty wanted to say, but she was having a little trouble putting together coherent thoughts at the moment. She was huffing and panting, barely able to breathe. A spasm of pain rushed over her stomach and she winced. Close…! She was… so… close…!
On the last garlic knot, it finally happened. Mel swallowed the mass of rich bread and in one monumental swell, the button of Kirsty’s pants rocketed off with a distinct PING! The relief was so immense that the poor girl had to clamp a hand over her mouth to stop herself from moaning in ecstasy in the middle of the restaurant. Her tum immediately grabbed as much empty space as it could, forcing down the zipper in an audible zzzzzzzzz-. The relief then quickly turned to a renewed ache, as Kirsty’s skin suddenly felt twice as taut as it had moments prior. With her pants no longer working to compress her stomach, all that pressure was purely on her skin now, turning the strain up to eleven.
“That… was… SO hot…” Mel said, speechless, with another slice of pizza halfway to her mouth. She set the slice down, wiped her hands off, and set about pestering Kirsty’s achey belly. Kirsty gasped and whimpered as Mel’s experienced fingers poked and prodded, managing to find the exact tightest spots to menace. The larger woman smirked as a particularly heavy prod pushed a huge belch out of Kirsty, no doubt attracting the eyes of some of the other patrons. “Just look at you, you greedy girl! What are you going to do when people ask how you got so round? You’ll just have to say you stuffed yourself so much you can’t even move! After all, if you try and tell them the truth, I’ll just have to fill you up even more…”
Kirsty squirmed, her face flushed and her breathing heavy. She really was the greediest girl… Her belly was closer to her knees than her hips at this point, and cramps were constantly racing up and down her taut middle, and yet… she still wanted more! She could just barely reach her navel, which felt much shallower at this point. The magical belly button ring felt almost dangerous at this point, as if it could pop her if she bumped into something wrong. Then again she felt like she’d explode in general if she moved the wrong way.
“As much fun as it is to show you off, maybe we should be getting back home. If I make you any bigger, it might be illegal,” Mel said, dropping some of her sultry tone.
Kirsty took a moment to take stock of herself. Her top had slipped almost completely up her belly, and she wasn’t wearing a bra since, in her experience, it would just make her feel barfy when she was stuffed. That was risky. She now had pants on that couldn’t button (for a multitude of reasons), and they were pretty loose on the non-swollen parts of her. There was no shot of them staying up, meaning her panties were about to be on full display as well as her belly. Kirsty might have a guilty pleasure in showing more than she should, but this might be a biiiit too much…
The smaller woman just nodded. Mel gave her belly a solid thump, making her squeak, and nuzzled her hair. “Good girl~. I’ll finish this last slice and then let’s get you home. We can decide what to do next after that.”
Kirsty toughed her way through the last slice, feeling as if every bite was making her grow another centimeter. After that, Mel cleaned herself up with a napkin, slid out of the booth, and offered Kirsty a hand. Kirsty shakily accepted it, letting Mel pull her out of the seat. She made sure to have one hand holding up her pants, knowing for a fact that it would fall the moment she stood up. She was so focused on that and on not bumping her belly into the table that she was completely caught off guard when her feet left the ground. Kirsty squealed as Mel swept her into a princess carry. “M-Mel, what are you- *HHHhHHRRRRP-*”
The taller woman gave her a peck on the cheek. “I can’t let the mother of my children expose herself to the world, can I? I’ll get you and the six children in your belly home safe and pure~.”
The number of children in her seemed to keep growing… She shook her head. “N-No, w-we’re twenty minutes a-away! Y-You can’t carry me th-that far, especially when-”
“Ah, I won’t be carrying you that far. I ordered an Uber, and it just got here.”
“...Oh. O-Ok, then… I-I guess… a little is o-ok…”
Despite her agreement, Kirsty still felt the need to cover her face as Mel carried her out of the pizza parlor. She just knew people were staring at her, and at her bare belly that her clothes couldn’t hope to cover up. The sheer embarrassment was almost too much to bear, and the glutted woman found herself both mortified and wearing the stupidest smile behind her hands. Why did her brain have to be wired like this? Whyyyyy-
Once outside, Mel found their Uber and first helped Kirsty into her seat before getting in. The driver, an older guy with more hair on his chin than his scalp, glanced back at them and gave a soft smile. “You two make a very cute couple. How far along is she?”
“Would you believe it if I said she was only six months in?” Mel laughed, giving Kirsty a mischievous look. “Sextuplets! It’s a big task for such a little lady~.”
The man whistled. “Very big, indeed! You two are going to be very busy later.”
Another cheeky look from Mel, this time with a lick of her lips. “Oh, you don’t know the half of it~.”
Kirsty, her whole face beet red, could only swallow. Hoh boy.
The walk home would have been twenty minutes (longer, given Kirsty’s state), but the drive only took about three. It was still more than enough time for Kirsty to have a few heat flashes, though. The seat belt not only perfectly framed her belly, but the waist part of the belt was putting some fully appreciated pressure on her bloated lower tummy. As if that wasn’t enough, the few speed bumps they went over made her belly bounce and wobble, sending rounds of electricity arching through Kirsty’s body. She tucked her hands between her thighs and braced herself, willing her brain to chill for just a bit longer. If she made any lewd sounds in the back seat of someone's car, she would just EVAPORATE-!
Finally, after the longest three minutes of Kirsty’s life, the Uber pulled up outside of their apartment. Mel got out first and helped Kirsty get out of the car, bidding the mistaken man a cheerful goodbye. Without much effort, she hoisted Kirsty back up in her arms, once again making the little gay flush red. While walking into the building, she asked, “I thought it would be a little much to make you squeak when you can’t escape. Did you want me to, though?”
Kirsty’s immediate thought was ‘Absolutely not!’, but after a moment picturing the scenario, of Mel teasing her quietly, making her squeal right behind the very confused and polite man… The smaller woman buried her face in her hands. “...M-Maybe…”
Mel giggled. “Note taken~. I’ll be a little more ruthless on our next car ride where I have you helplessly glutted. Now, let’s get you settled inside so we can have some more fun~.”
What Mel constituted as ‘fun’ in this situation had Kirsty scared for the integrity of her stomach. Scared… and excited…
After a short elevator ride and a walk down the hall, the two lovebirds were home. Kirsty unlocked the door and opened it (since Mel’s arms were a little bit… occupied), and the two went in. Their apartment was pretty nice, as far as apartments went. It was a three-bed apartment, with them sharing a bed and each taking one of the spare bedrooms as a home office for their work. The living room was cozily decorated. A plush loveseat and a couple of comfy chairs occupied most of the room, with a nice coffee table in the center. Kirsty got to decorate one wall with her nerdy posters (the more SFW ones- the less socially acceptable ones were in her office), and Mel had decorated another wall with a lot of her magic-y stuff… plus a framed t-shirt signed by the lead singer of MCR. Kirsty still thought something that valuable shouldn’t be out in the living room, but Mel said something that cool shouldn’t be tucked out of sight, so…
Mel set Kirsty down on the loveseat, much to Kirsty’s relief. She wasn’t sure what she’d do with herself if Mel had taken her straight to the bedroom… “So, Mini…” Mel said, while sauntering into the kitchen that adjoined the living room. “On a scale of one to ten, how much room do you think you have left?”
A nervous gurgle rumbled through the redhead’s belly. “I-I’m already more full than I’ve ever been… There’s so much pressure inside me, I don’t even know what to do…”
“Hmm… Soooo, is that around a seven, then?”
Some heat made it to the tips of Kirsty’s ears. “...S-Seven sounds a-about right…”
“Good to hear it~.” Mel opened up the fridge and hummed to herself while rummaging around, leaving Kirsty in suspense. She’d love to get up and go be nosy, but, uh… she was a little pinned, eheh…
Before too long, Mel was shutting the fridge door. She snapped her fingers and a glittery purple haze snaked through the air and down to the counter, out of sight. Mel walked back over to Kirsty, the haze following her with what it had snaked around, and… hooooo, boy…
“You’re still ok, to keep going, right?” Mel asked, even as she sat down on the coffee table with a cornucopia’s worth of fruits floating around herself. “As fun as it is to tease you, I don’t know any spells that will put you back together if you actually pop.”
“I… h-haven’t said the safe word yet… have I…?”
Mel’s eyes glittered. “Spoken like the good girl you are~. I hope you’re ready, then, cause all that junk food has me craving something fresh!”
With that, Mel spun a finger around in the air. All the pre-prepared apples, strawberries, grapes, bananas, and watermelon Mel had brought from the fridge started swirling around in the air. They congregated above Mel’s head, spinning faster and faster, until they started to liquidize. This would explain why Mel had spent so much time prepping fruit last night… though, that also meant that Mel had been planning on stuffing Kirsty at least this much since before they even began. Just how much more did her girlfriend expect her to be able to fit? She was starting to get worked up just from her imagination now…
Amidst Kirsty’s imaginings, Mel licked her lips. She trailed her spinning finger down to her mouth and, like a living waterspout, the magical smoothie spiraled down and around to her mouth. The dark-skinned witch parted her lips and let the smoothie enter. Within moments, Kirsty could feel herself filling up again- this time, much faster than before. She yelped and squeaked, fingers burying into the loveseat’s cushions and toes curling into the carpet. She squeezed her eyes shut, willing her body to accept all of Mel’s attention.
That wasn’t allowed, though. The filling stopped, and Kirsty felt a hand on her chin. She peeked through a half-closed eye and saw Mel leaning forward, a sultry smile plain to see. “What do you think you're doing, Mini?” She asked, amusement dancing in her voice. “Keep your eyes open. You should see exactly how much food I’m pouring into you~.”
“EEP-” Was Kirsty’s only response, but open her eyes she did. Mel chuckled and brushed the back of her hand across Kirsty’s cheek. “Good girl~. Now… how much do you want me to keep going?”
“...A… A lot…”
“Hmm? Sorry, I didn’t hear any begging in that amount…”
“P-Please, k-keep going…”
Mel spun her finger idly, keeping the fruit slurry spinning above her head in some kind of sugary hurricane. “I don’t know… maybe I’ll take out this belly button ring and just enjoy aaaaall this for myself…”
Kirsty whimpered, then begged, “I-I want it, p-please! K-Keep filling me! I want to be b-bigger- r-rounder! I want to e-e-explode! P-Please!”
With an impish smile, Mel said, “That’s much better~. Some begging that earnest deserves a little treat, don’t you think?”
Kirsty vigorously nodded her head, her entire body burning up with excitement. As she was instructed, she watched as Mel trailed her finger back to her mouth, once again starting the flow of impromptu smoothie down her throat. The glutted redhead twitched and moaned as her belly once again started filling up, but she kept her eyes on the flow of fruit juice- on Mel’s mouth…
Rapidly, every bit of space left inside of Kirsty was filled up. She could practically feel herself growing, feel her skin tightening, feel her insides shuddering. Her belly was making some truly cataclysmic noises as the fruit slurry moves from Mel’s stomach to hers, forcing itself inside in an angry, gurgley mess. She felt so incredibly full that it was hard to think! All her thoughts were occupied by how absolutely amazing she felt, how absurdly tight her stomach was, and on keeping her eyes trained on Mel’s lips.
About halfway through the fruit cavalcade, Mel stopped again. She smacked her lips together and sighed. “As fantastic as it feels to eat without ever filling up, it’s frustrating to eat so much and still feel so hungry. It feels almost Sisyphean. I just keep eating and eating and eating, and all it makes me want to do is eat even more. What do you think, Kirsty? How much more do I have to eat before my tummy stops rumbling?”
“...Hrp…”
Mel chuckled. “Oopsies~. Looks like I fried your brain a little. Does my favorite little preggy-wannabe need a moment to rest?”
Truthfully, no, Kirsty very much wanted to keep going, but she couldn’t really vocalize that at the moment. Her brain was too busy relishing how insanely taut her belly was to properly process Mel’s words. Mel took Kirsty’s silence as a yes, and got up from the table to join her on the loveseat. She sank into the plush cushions, somehow still occupying more space than the woman with over ten pounds of food in her gut. Her body truly was prodigious… or maybe Kirsty was just that lean.
“Wow, you really are getting full~,” Mel teased, fingers trailing across Kirsty’s pale gut. The ginger woman tensed up, Mel’s loving caresses sending spasms of ecstasy racing through her body. She was so freaking SENSITIVE when she was this full! Was this how Mel felt every time Kirsty overstuffed her? She had no idea it could feel this incredible!
Idly, Mel put her spinning finger back to her mouth, willing more fruit juice to enter. This time, though, she kept a hand on Kirsty’s belly, giving it plenty of love even as she started to torment it once again. The combination of Mel’s soft fingers on her taut skin and the mounting pressure inside of her was almost too much for Kirsty to bear-
Kirsty twitched. Her body spasmed. She squeaked. It was too much for her to bear. She was barely holding on! This woman was driving her MAD!
This kept going, with Mel keeping Kirsty right on the very brink and Kirsty struggling to stay sane. She didn’t even know how she was managing to fit so much- she was twice as big as she’d ever been! Maybe even more by this point! Her gut had inched outward, slowly engulfing her lap and starting to push out past the sides of her thighs. At some point, she’d even stopped feeling achey- now she just felt packed to the brim, so tight she might pop, but with none of the cramps or pain. Had her abs just given up at some point? Was that a bad thing? Maybe she should ask Mel if this had ever happened to her-
“Wow, you are such a greedy girl! I can’t believe my little Kirsty managed to fit all of that fruit in her as well!”
…What? Kirsty glanced upwards. Sure enough, there was no fruit slurry left suspended in a purple haze. She’d somehow managed to fit every last drop, on top of all the food Mel had already forced into her. She burped, then her eyes fluttered. Guuuuh… she’d been preoccupied with her little bout of anxiety and hadn’t realized just how much gas had built up in her… She was so tiiiiiight… So full…
The glutted redhead moaned as more delicious belly rubs were given to her. Mel’s hands were magic (in more ways than one) as she rubbed and caressed all the best spots on Kirsty's poor tummy. She paid particular attention to the area around Kirsty’s navel, where the magical ring responsible for this behemoth was facing a lot of pressure to pop off. Mel said, with a serious note in her voice, “Should we call it here? All teasing aside, you really do look like you’re gonna explode, Kirst. I don’t know how your tiny belly is managing to hold all this food…”
Lightning coursed through Kirsty’s veins. She was managing to impress Mel! MEL! The woman who Kirsty had fed an entire turkey to before! The woman who could top Kirsty even when she was so full she couldn’t move! THAT woman! The pure, unfiltered endorphins from impressing her lover like this were sending Kirsty to the moon. She looked at Mel, eyes gleaming and heart racing. “I-I can s-still fit- *HuuUUrp* more-!”
“I’m sure you can, big girl,” Mel laughed, wrapping an arm around Kirsty and pulling her closer. Then she continued, “Buuuut, a word of advice from an even bigger girl; take it slow. Let’s give your belly a minute to adjust here, kay? Your amped-up little brain might not even register if you’re pushing too far right now.”
That was… sound advice. Kirsty hated sound advice. But she also loved how it felt to be snuggled up to Mel like this, her belly so round that it was partially on Mel’s plush thighs and pressing into her soft middle. She pouted, but relented. “Fine… But…” She glanced up at Mel, still pouting. “Pamper me?”
Mel gave a fake sigh, a smile on her face. “What am I going to do with such a spoiled girl? It should be a crime to be this cute, you know~.”
Kirsty giggled, then sucked in a breath and Mel gave her belly a squeeze. T-TIGHT! Then she couldn’t take any more breaths, as Mel leaned in and suddenly both of their mouths were preoccupied. Kirsty’s eyes shut and she wrapped her arms around Mel, holding her tight. Mel moved one hand to the back of Kirsty’s head while the other continued fondling her belly, making Kirsty swoon. This was heaven, and Kirsty never wanted to go back to Earth~.
After several minutes of making out, Mel made the executive decision that they should put on a movie. They decided they’d watch the Demon Slayer movie, since Kirsty loved it and Mel hadn’t seen it. They’d watched the several preceding seasons of the TV show together, and Kirsty had loved listening to Mel point out all the ways that they’d misportrayed demons and all the little niche things they'd done well. She had a feeling that they’d be a little too busy for Mel to give much commentary tonight, though…
They put on the movie, and to Kirsty’s excitement, Mel made snacks~. She made some popcorn, opened a bag of pretzels, and grabbed a two-liter of soda. She trundled the lot into the living room, where she cuddled back up to Kirsty with the bowl of popcorn resting on her lap. She offered Kirsty a kernel jokingly, and after Kirsty shook her head, she popped it into her own mouth, where it ended up inside Kirsty anyways. She gasped softly, as even that little kernel entering her ultra-packed belly sent tingles throughout her core. Guh, she just loved feeling so tight~! And she loved that it was Mel pushing her this far~.
As the opening actions sequence played out, Mel leaned over to whisper in Kirsty’s ear, “Make sure to pay attention to your belly, ok Mini? Don’t let me pop you just ‘cause you’re too distracted to notice how big you’re getting.”
Those words were pure electricity to Kirsty. She managed to squeak out, “O-Ok-” before being shut up by Mel taking a hefty swig of orange soda. S-So much pressure-!
Mel’s slow snacking kept Kirsty constantly on the edge throughout the first half of the movie. Every idle handful of popcorn sent a shock down her spine, every pretzel sent a ripple of tension across her belly, and every gulp of soda had her burping weakly, her pressurized keg pushing out every last bit of gas it could. Of course, Mel made sure to give Kirsty plenty of attention, too. Pampering her belly with rubs and pats, playing with her hair, teasing her about how big she was getting- she kept the little ginger on cloud nine the whole time.
Then, at about the halfway point, Kirsty could feel it. After one particularly big mouthful of popcorn, she felt her stomach tense up. Her skin tightened in an uncomfy way and a dull ache permeated the apex of her gut. She let out a weak whimper and rubbed her belly. “S-Sycamore- *hrp*” she squeaked.
Mel stopped immediately. She popped out her belly ring before swallowing the rest of the popcorn in her mouth, then paused the movie. She kissed Kirsty’s forehead and gently massaged her gut, cooing, “Good girl~. You fit so much inside of you today. Just look at the belly you grew, you greedy girl! How’d you let me do this to you, hm?”
Kirsty giggled tiredly. She groaned and hunched forward, trying to relieve her skin as much as possible. She felt like she was gonna split right down the middle!
“Does it hurt?” Mel asked. When Kirsty nodded, she pouted. “Aww, my poor baby girl! Are you ok to be moved? Do you want to lie down?” Kirsty nodded again, and the taller woman stood up. She oh-so gently scooped Kirsty up, being especially careful with the ticking time-bomb that was Kirsty’s belly. She slowly carried the glutted woman to their bedroom while crooning, “Such a big girl, can’t even walk anymore~. You’re so adorable like this! Makes me tempted to always keep you like this. Just keep the belly ring in and snack all day, keeping that gut of yours always topped up so you’re trapped under it forever…”
They entered the bedroom as Kirsty went beet-red. She pulled her shirt up over her face as Mel laid her down on her side on the bed. Mel sat down next to her and trailed a finger along the side of Kirsty’s engorged gut. “I wonder how your body’s gonna handle all this food…” Mel mused playfully, drumming her fingers on Kirsty’s taut skin. “How many cup sizes do you think you’ll go up? Maybe you’ll have to wear my panties starting tomorrow. It would be fun to share clothes, don’t you think? We just have to get you up to my size first. With how much food I packed into you today, it shouldn’t take too long…”
Kirsty was glad she was hiding her face, because she was practically venting steam by now. Using Kirsty’s desire to be thicc combined with their shared feeding kink wasn’t playing fair! She squirmed, clenching her legs together. Mel clearly noticed this, as she chuckled. “Aw, am I getting you all worked up? Does my growing girl really get turned on just by imagining me plumping up her breasts, and by giving her the mommy hips she’s always deserved~?”
“Hnnng-” Kirsty squeaked. She peaked over the top of her shirt and glared at Mel. “Y-You know I do… M-Meanie…”
Mel smiled. She ran a hand across Kirsty’s forehead, brushing the hair from her face. “I just can’t get enough of how adorable you are~,” Mel teased. Her other hand traced circles around Kirsty’s shallow navel, sending spasms of pleasure echoing through her tiny body. Mel continued, “What do you want to do, Mini? You certainly sound like you’re in the mood for some fun, but I’m worried you might really pop if you get too worked up. You’ve even got some pink on the front of this pretty balloon of yours~.”
Holy crap, she was that full? That was crazy! A whole new heat flash enveloped Kirsty’s body, making her head spin. She started squirming again, feeling like she was about to burst- in a couple of different ways. Still, though, as excited as she was… “... You’re p-probably… right… S-so… full…”
Mel nodded knowingly. “I thought so. Don’t worry; I’ll make you feel perfect later. For now, I’ll just play with you for a little bit, then let my good girl take the nap she so desperately needs. Gotta let all that food start to g to the right places, after all~.”
Guh-! Dang it, why was Mel so good at knowing JUST how to push all of Kirsty’s buttons? It was so unfair how well she could lead Kirsty along! Not that she disliked that…
With that said, Mel reached into her nightstand and pulled out a bottle of lotion. It was normally Kirsty rubbing that lotion onto Mel’s swollen gut, but it was Kirsty’s turn to be pampered today. She let Mel slowly help her onto her back, where she groaned and whimpered. She felt so much tighter on her back, with her belly sticking straight up into the air! She almost felt like she was getting crushed like this, too, with it getting harder to breathe. Then she moaned as Mel poured out a healthy amount of nice, cool lotion onto Kirsty’s furnace-like gut. The dark-skinned woman started gently massaging the cinnamon-bun scented lotion into Kirsty’s taut gut. Her already sensitive belly was lighting up from the rhythmic, sensual rubbing, making the poor girl spasm and moan from the unrelenting cavalcade of pleasure.
Mel giggled at this, and cooed, “I can feel how hard your abs are working to try and hold your belly together~. It really is a miracle that you haven’t popped… yet. Who knows- maybe you’ll get gassy from all that greasy food, and you blow up just a little more. Then… boom~.”
“G-hnnnng!” Kirsty cried out. She crossed her legs over one-another, pressing them together so hard she thought she might rupture something. N-Not fair, not fair, not FAIR! She was just gonna play with Kirsty right now! Fun times came later! She couldn’t give in right now! Not fair, not fair, not fair, not FAIR-
Slowly, Mel’s hands worked Kirsty’s belly over. Between Mel’s touch, the unrelenting pressure inside of her, and Mel’s knowing teasing, the glutted ginger couldn’t handle it all. She just kept ramping up and up, her body heating up, her heart pounding in her ears, her stomach pulsing. Her hands gripped the sheets beneath her, her toes curled, and-
“Nng-”
…Kirsty fell limp. She pulled her shirt up over her face again, face redder than ever before. Meanwhile, Mel just laughed. “Aww, looks like you burst after all! What a little cutie you are, getting so embarrassed~.”
“I-I wasn’t supposed to yet…” Kirsty whimpered.
The bed creaked, and a hand brushed through Kirsty’s hair. Mel gave her a warm kiss on the forehead. She said gently, “You did just fine, Mini. You’re a very, very good girl. Your poor body must be exhausted working through all this food. Just take a nap, and let your perfect girlfriend take care of everything.”
“B-B-But…” Kirsty started to protest, but it was true. Now that her horny energy was spent, she was crashing hard. Her eyes were fluttering, barely able to stay open. She pulled her shirt back down and looked up at Mel, who was smiling down at her. “L-L-Love… you…”
“Love you too, Mini. Sleep well~.”
With that, Kirsty’s eyes flickered shut one last time, and the world around her faded into a warm, cozy blanket. She was so… so… happy…
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“... Huh. Well… That worked… Better than expected…”
Mel leaned down, peering around Kirsty’s face in the mirror. She gave the short redhead a peck on the cheek and grinned. “Right? I told you- your body was really hungry for some curves!”
Kirsty blushed, but she couldn’t deny the playful banter. After all, it wasn’t just teasing; it held some truth now.
Mel bustled off to get ready for work while Kirsty stayed to continue examining herself. She turned to the sides, again and again, still not fully believing what she was seeing. She… She had curves. Like, actual noticeable curves! She’d gone up a whole cup size, and she had a butt! Not a huge one, but still- it wasn’t just a cutting board back there anymore! Her hips were even flaring out a little more! She had a bit of a belly, but pressing down on it showed that it was firm, meaning it was all just food still digesting. She pinched her middle and couldn’t grab any more flesh than she normally could. All that food really had gone straight to her curves! Holy CRAP!
Oop! She was getting a little too excited. Kirsty pulled up her panties, making sure to get everything tucked away, and pushed thoughts of her weight gain from her mind. Ok, she needed to get around for the day. She had some new projects to get started on, plus she needed to go to the pharmacy and pick up her meds, then visit her mom and-
“Eep!” Kirsty yelped. She’d just felt something plop into her stomach! Right- she still had the belly button ring on! She hastily removed it, though not before getting another mouthful of food shoved into her. She quickly grabbed a shirt, pulled it on to be somewhat decent, and stormed to the kitchen to confront her lover. “Meeeel!” Kirsty cried out, “I have to go out today! You can’t glut me right now!”
From her spot at the counter, Mel chuckled. She put her hand to her chin, her other hand holding a turkey sausage speared on a fork. “Hmm, I have no idea what you mean, dearie~. I’m just enjoying my breakfast!”
“Uh-huh,” Kirsty said, raising an eyebrow. She looked down at Mel’s belly, where there was a small, prominent bulge under the tight shirt she was wearing, right around her navel area. “Hey, where did you put your belly button ring after you took it out last night? We should keep them together so they don’t get lost.”
Mel took a bite of sausage, smirk still in place. “Hmm, I wonder where? Do you want to try finding it?”
“... M-Maybe,” Kirsty got out, starting to blush. Then she shook her head free of dirty thoughts. “N-No, not right now! We’ve both got work to get done!”
“I know, I know~,” Mel laughed. She set down her fork, reached under the hem of her shirt, fiddled for a moment, and pulled out the navel ring. She tossed it to Kirsty, who just barely caught it. “Just a little fun in the morning. Plus, it got you out here so we can talk.”
Kirsty’s heart stopped for a moment. Talk? About what? They were doing fine, right? This was the morning interaction of a happy couple, right? Yes, it was. It totally was. No problems. Stop, brain. Ok. Fine. Things were fine. Ok. Right. Yes. Kirsty took a deep breath, then leaned against the fridge. “R-Right. Ok. Talk. About?”
“About what to do with these new little toys going forward.”
Perfect. Ok. No problems. Yes. Good. “Sure, ok. Did you, uh… have something specific in mind already?”
“I did, but first… just how big would you like to get?”
…Weird question, but ok. “Uh… I dunno. Never really thought about it before, considering I, uh… couldn’t really get much bigger before. Why?”
Mel grinned. She took a sip from the coffee cup beside her before passing it to Kirsty. “Because I want to make sure you get as curvy as you want to get, and then help keep you that way~.”
Again, body, Kirsty had things to do today! STOP getting horny! Kirsty cleared her throat, though the coffee cup in her hands was vibrating. “J-Just so we’re clear, I don’t want to get fat or anything. I’d just like to have curves. That’s it.”
“Yes, I know,” Mel replied, “So is that the limit, then? Once you start getting bigger in places you don’t want, we cool it down?”
“Uuuuh… M-Maybe? I- I need to think about this…”
Mel smiled. She gave Kirsty a peck on the forehead and said, “Of course, of course~. I just wanted to get the idea in your head. After all, we’re going to have to budget for all the stuffing it’ll take to fill out those lovely assets of yours.” She reached down and grabbed Kirsty’s free hand. She gave it a squeeze. “I love stuffing you so much more than I thought I would, but I don’t want to change your body in ways you don’t want. Give it a good think, ok? I’ll wait for as long as you need to decide.”
Kirsty felt her heart melting. She returned the squeeze to Mel’s hand. “I won’t keep you waiting long. I’m just as ready as excited as you to get these changes going.”
“Reaaally?” Mel asked, some of the teasing coming back into her tone. She reached over into Kirsty’s free hand and slipped the navel ring out of it. She rolled it between her fingers while coyly saying, “Then you wouldn’t mind us keeping these in today, would you? I promise I’d only use my powers for evil~.”
Kirsty was going to say no on the spot, but the idea of being out in public, filling up with food at random times as Mel sat at home snacking while doing her work. Getting bigger and bigger and having to keep going since she had important things tog et done… GAH! Kirsty shook her head. “N-No, we- we can’t, not today. But…” She blushed a little and avoided Mel’s gaze. “You could maybe help me fit a larger breakfast than usual… and we could talk a little about what my end goals might be… if that’s good enough for you…?”
Mel chuckled. She leaned over and gave Kirsty a loving peck on the temple. “Kirsty, you are more than good enough for me. Always~. Wanna go get your ring? I’ll start singing the alphabet and see if I can blow your boobs up to whatever letter I land on when you get back~.”
NNF- that idea really did things to Kirsty. She was also a little scared that Mel might not be joking about that. She hurried back to the bathroom to retrieve her own ring. She wasn’t expecting this morning to go like this, but… Kirsty was more than happy that it was~.