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Eating for two, hungry for one
🕑 Added 2020-06-07 21:52:49 +0000 UTCLilly Nakai couldn’t move.
She tried not to show how obvious it was, but the blind woman was very bad at hiding her thoughts.
“You’re blushing,” Hisao whispered.
Lilly held her eyes tight, trying to listen to the crowd around her and her husband. Nobody seemed to have noticed, yet, that the big bellied blonde was lodged into the booth.
“Of course, I’m blushing,” Lilly replied. “I can hardly fit into this seat. My thighs are being squeezed, Hisao. I can only imagine what my stomach looks like.”
At nearly three hundred pounds, to say that Lilly looked fat was a wide understatement. An understatement that was only made more obvious as her husband began opening their multiple bags of fast food, and Lilly’s pregnant belly emitted a lovely, hungry whine.
Lilly Nakai was nearly five and a half feet tall, with fair white skin and bright, unseeing blue eyes. Her fingers, which used to be long and dainty, were now shaped like pork sausages, scratching the top of her offending tum. She’d been squeezed, with some effort, into a red maternity top and the thickest pair of jeans that she owned.
They were, very obviously, two sizes too small.
Lilly was gaining weight by the day, getting heavier with each passing meal. And under the doting eye of her husband, the pregnant foodie was passing through many, many meals.
“People are gonna stare,” Hisao warned, passing burger after burger to Lilly’s side of the table.
Lilly swallowed before lifting her nose indignantly into the air. “Let them stare,” she declared. “If it wasn’t my belly, it’d be my height, or my hair. They’ve been staring for long enough as it is.”
“That’s true,” her husband laughed. He reached over as her belly loosed another gyration, patting the soft dome. “Hey, you got enough room in there, sweetie?”
“Hisao… please…” Lilly crossed her arms over her top. She looked squeezed, a fat girl trying to hug herself in. Despite her words, her blush heightened into a chubby red flush.
“Alright, alright,” Hisao chuckled. “Would you like to switch tables?”
“That’d make even more of a scene…”
“Maybe,” he relented. “Well, considering how hungry you are, you think people will be looking anyways?”
Lilly’s lips folded together. “How… much, exactly, did I order?”
Hisao leaned forward, taking her right hand. He guided her fingers from wrapper to wrapper, numbering five in total, before taking her to three paper containers that her excited nose sensed were stuffed with chicken, and then four large containers filled with fat potato fries.
“Oh, my…” she sighed, returning her hands to her belly. “She must really be hungry.”
“God,” Hisao’s chuckle brought her attention back up. “You are so… wonderful. You know that?”
“Hisao…” Lilly glowed, tucking her neck into her chest. She smiled appreciatively. “I… appreciate that you think that.”
“I know that,” he replied instantly. “I love indulging my fatty princess.”
Lilly felt the need to wiggle in her seat, but… there was no room for her to more than just bob. “R-really, are you still calling me that?”
“I am. Just look at you,” his voice dropped into a lusting whisper. “You make even your maternity dress look tight. It’s catching in your love handles, pulled around your gut.”
“H-Hisao!” Lilly chirped. “You’re doing this intentionally! You want to see me squirm, don’t you?”
“I want to see you eat,” he growled hungrily. “Just wait until I get you home. Then, I’ll make you squirm.”
The tubby blonde took a shaky breath. “W-well,” she swallowed, “if that’s on the table… I better clear all of this off.”
“You better…”
Lilly lifted a hand, taking a moment to decide what she’d sample first. She was then happily surprised to feel her husband taking her grip and guiding her down to a hefty wrapped burger.
She swallowed, feeling nervous in-spite of herself. Perhaps it was the pregnancy hormones, or perhaps it was feeling like a cow that was tight in her pen, but the blonde woman moved with exceptional slowness. She unwrapped the burger, feeling the condiments and the delectable grease squish between her paws.
Her gut rumbled again, loud enough now that she could hear her chicken nuggets vibrate inside their container. A fat drop of drool met with burger as she brought it to her mouth and took her first bite.
An explosion of ketchup and mayo popped as Lilly bit down, tearing the fatty strips of bacon and greasy meat free. Salted pork mixed with heavy beef, bringing Lilly’s anxiety to heel. She had no more room for it, as the bottom of her belly sunk between her thighs and rumbled again. She could feel herself pressing into her stomach, feel the pressure sliding against her groin.
Quivering with more than just a growing sense of hunger, Lilly’s next bite was twice as big. She clamped down on the stuffed double burger with plump lips, chewing with fat dimpled cheeks, and emitting a shaking groan of pleasure as the food took the woman.
It was as if the first burger had vanished. She swallowed a heavy mouthful, feeling the lump sliding down her gullet before landing in her belly, adding delicious calories to her sturdy frame.
She let out a deep breath, feeling her tummy fold even deeper over the lip of the table. She wasn’t aware that the shadow of her belly button was highlighted by her bright red top, nor that her squished tummy was now sagging over the top of her pants.
She was surprised, then, to find Hisao’s hand moving over her tummy. “How’s that?” he asked softly.
Lilly sighed, taking his hand in hers and lifting it up to her cheek. “It’s just what she wanted,” she giggled. “Really, really good.”
“Good. She’s got a lot more to go through.”
“You can’t rush these things,” she replied through a blushing grin. Though another grumble pressing into her sensitive spot had her teeth tightening on her lower lip, her unfocused eyes picturing what they’d do back at home.
Lilly tried to swallow her hunger, but her hunger had taken her. She needed him.
She unwrapped her second burger with a quicker speed, her husband mistaking her enthusiasm for a normal sense of hunger. He squeezed her from both sides as she chomped through the second, playing with her body and keeping her aware of her own softness.
The third burger passed with no further word, a woman on a mission to get back to bed. She could pull herself out of these damn jeans, pop out of the tight top, and then pull herself over her husband… or, maybe she’d let him do the work. Lean back, a stuffed fatty princess, and let her Hisao indulge her desires.
She didn’t remember the fourth and fifth burgers, a great disappointment to the fattest part of her, but the blonde’s sex drive had taken the wheel.
And as she ate, Lilly’s level of fitness became apparent. The forming pit in her tummy was already heavy, but the quick movements and heavy bites were making her become short of breath. Her nostrils began to flare between the solid mouthfuls as her tummy grew tighter and her lungs became shallow.
She ate chicken nuggets by the pair, squeezing as much as she could fit into her cheeks. As she switched to her second box, a shaking wheeze squeezed both of her sides, and she now felt the sweat that was forming on her brow. A single drip spilled down her cheek, falling down to the mounds of her breasts.
“T-this must be really spicy,” Lilly gasped, not even convincing herself.
But Hisao’s touch, the firmness of his squeezing, the change in his breathing was exciting Lilly more and more. She responded to him, groaning as she ate, letting her unfocused eyes drape open between rolling breaths. She pushed her groin forward, lifting against her tight tummy. She was dripping wet, desperate to finish, and then to have more.
“Almost there,” Hisao encouraged as she shoveled a fistful of fries into her chompers. Potatoes squished and mashed, the thought of ketchup replaced with the picture of herself squished in her red dress being laid down beneath her husband.
It was the salt’s fault that she couldn’t breathe. It was the salt that was driving her wild, making her pack her tummy with as much as she could. No, no wait, it was their daughter’s fault. Of course, i-it had to be. Lilly wasn’t so scandalous as to let out such a salacious moan, it couldn’t be her that was to blame for her hunger.
Her fingers stabbed around on the table, searching for something other than empty wrappers. She needed to hurry, to get herself filled, to… oh…
‘Oh my,’ she thought.
“Ohhhhh, noo….” Lilly panted as her hand found the extra-large soda.
Hisao’s hands tightened over her already packed middle, lifting up toward her sweating, wet sides. She became suddenly aware that her armpits felt stained with exertion, that the crease where her belly folded over her legs was heating like an oven. She could hear his pleased growl as she huffed and puffed before clamping both of her hands around her fat soda and lifting it up to her mouth.
A familiar feeling churned inside of her belly as wave after wave was sent down her throat. She guzzled the drink as quickly as she could, trying her best to slam it down. The soda searched for somewhere to rest, and when it found nothing, it began to make room.
Lilly’s tummy sagged, swelling outward with each mouthful, firming out against the tight table. She could feel herself growing, the familiar stretch that began in her belly, but pushed herself to fit more than she could. She knew she could make it, but the bubbling pride that swirled inside as she dropped the empty cup on the table could not be matched.
Until it swirled up and around, twisting around Lilly’s chest before pushing out in a heavy belch.
“O-oh… oohhh… S-sorry,” she mumbled, feeling the eyes that were surely watching her.
“Don’t apologize to them,” Hisao whispered, now suddenly standing at her side. He grabbed her by the shoulders, tugging her roughly and twisting her backwards.
She released a slight “Oop!! Hisao! Ooohh,” she clasped her left hand over her sloshing middle, lifting her right arm up to catch behind his neck. Her side was now wedged by the love handle, sliding backward until she audibly popped free of her prison.
Hisao held her from her wide hips and beneath her fat knees, lifting his wide wife up in an easy bridal carry. Lilly would have complained if she wasn’t so stuffed and, admittedly, extraordinarily horny.
A horniness that was only compounded when her searching fingers discovered her tummy flowing out of her top, and the snapped clasp of her unbuttoned jeans.
She burped again the soda shaking up inside of her gut. Hisao was breathing like a caveman, and Lilly knew that she was his fat boulder. She hoisted herself up towards his ear as they passed through the door.
“Get us home,” she ordered. “And you better make all of that worth it.”
She then gripped the side of his cheek, struggling to fold the fat of her stomach so she could reach up to his neck, biting on him like she was his favorite snack.
