Accepting her wishes (extra 3)

He had arrived (at her home). The soft sound of the city in the background fills his ears as the warm glow of dimmed lights fills the dark streets. Emily had invited him to her house as they hadn’t been seeing each other as of late. Nervously adjusting his collar, he wonders if she is home alone tonight. He takes a deep breath and knocks on the door.

The door swings open, revealing Emily, her cute, now chubby body with a mischievous twinkle in her eye. She's wearing a casual yet alluring outfit that leaves this poor man slightly speechless. A faint blush creeps onto his cheeks.

“Come on in!”

He enters and she closes the door behind him. He can't help but notice the cozy atmosphere, the soft lighting, and the faint aroma of something delicious. It’s immediately noticeable that there is a lot of pizza on the table in the living room alongside the sofa. There are also 1l bottles of Fanta and 7Up.

“Wow, this place looks cozy as hell!”

“I thought we could hang out tonight. You know, just the two of us.”

His heart skips a beat as he tries to hide his excitement. He watches as Emily gracefully moves closer, her eyes never leaving his.

“I've been meaning to catch up with you for a while now” She takes a step closer, her presence enveloping him. His nerves begin to rise as he realizes this might be more than just a casual hangout.

“Yeah, me too” he replies, trying to maintain eye contact, though his eyes were quickly going downwards towards her boobs and midsection, which looks bigger than he remembers, which might indicate she gained more weight.

Emily gestures towards the comfortable couch, inviting him to sit down. They settle in, maintaining a comfortable distance but not too far apart.

“You know, it feels like you've been ignoring me lately” her sudden affirmation makes him instantly look towards her.

However, he couldn’t help but be taken aback by her now exposed belly. Her middle part now exposed was just the beginning of her taking her clothes off. Her shirt and her pants went down to the floor as she now got closer and closer to him. He shifts his eyes uncomfortably as he has no option but to fall on his back when she sits on top of him.

“Wow, Emily... wait...”

“Is it because I'm fat now?” she suddenly asks, a worried look on her face.

“What... what are you...?” he tries to reply without hesitation, but the situation was a little bit uncommon for him, so he stuttered. “I just... didn’t have time to meet with you, I suddenly started a part time job and there were exams, which I couldn’t just forget about.”

Emily leans in closer, her eyes never leaving his, her voice dropping to a sultrier tone.

“Maybe you can make it up to me tonight.”

This man’s heart races as he starts to grasp the situation. Emily inches closer, her hand gently grazing his thigh, sending shivers down his spine. He swallows hard. The big, hanging belly that covers the view from her private zone is now so close to his face that he can’t help but to want to grab it.

“I have a request” she then grabs his hand and makes him runs his fingers lightly across her belly, tracing the gentle curve. He can feel her soft skin, the warmth of her body beneath his touch. Emily's breath catches as she looks up into his eyes, her insecurities slowly melting away. “Do you like this?”

“I... It feels nice. Is... What is this request about?”

“Do you promise not to laugh? I am about to reveal something personal” her face grows red while she looks down at her belly, which keeps being rubbed by him.

“Girl, I am yours. You can tell me anything and I would listen.” 

"Okay, then. I... I have a fetish. I love... I love eating and feeling full.”

“No shit.” he giggles, recalling all the times she talked about her wanting to eat more.

“I’m serious! I want you to feed me, fill me up until I can’t even move!”

Her sudden excitement makes him go speechless and just looks at her in utter shock. She smiles nervously and tries to continue, but the embarrassment doesn’t let go of anymore words. However, his hand suddenly vibrates alongside a strong growl that comes from the very deeps of her insides. Emily is so embarrassed that it almost seemed as if her stomach was the one talking now.

“I... I haven’t eaten at all today” she claims, sheepishly. “I was making space for dinner with you. I hope I am not being too pushy.”

“Well, I’m hungry as fuck too, so...” he patted her belly three times and smiled mischievously at her. “Why don’t we try to satisfy your needs? If me feeding you is all it takes to make you happy, then it’s a pretty easy task if you ask me.”

Hearing this just made her feel so understood that she instantly knew this man was a keeper. Her entire being fluttered with euphoria and she couldn’t resist to give him as kiss on the cheek.

Emily smiles knowingly and leans in, her lips brushing against his ear as she whispers: “Feed me, babe.”

As she pulls back, their eyes lock, and a charged silence fills the room. This boy, soon to become a man, realizes that this evening isn't about casual fetish exploration. It's about something more, something she’s been dreaming about for a long time. It's because of this he decides to shut up and just obey.