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You wake up in the morning to sounds in the kitchen. You remember the plan for today, the excitement and anticipation of it almost as warm as the comforter over your shoulders. Reluctantly, you sit up in bed and go to get dressed. Pausing at the mirror in the bathroom, you stop, staring at your reflection in the glass, admiring the view. You look good. A thin tank top covers your trim torso, and soft shorts show off your nicely muscled legs. The only thing that could improve your figure in any way is about to happen. A grin spreads across your face.
When you enter the kitchen, your partner is there waiting for you, a pitcher of yellow liquid on the counter beside them.
“Well look who’s up!” they say as you step through the doorway. They pull you in for a kiss before turning away and grabbing a glass from the cupboard. “I was beginning to think I would have to come and wake you myself”
“Oh yeah?” you reply. “And how would you have gone about doing that?”
Your partner smiles as they fill the glass with the thick cream from the pitcher. “Hmm, I don’t know.” They lean forward and hand you the glass, going further to wrap their arms around your waist and set their lips to your ear. “Maybe with a little...stimulation?” Their teeth nip at your ear and you let out a little gasp. You can feel them smile against your neck. “The point is to arouse you, isn’t it, to get you out of bed?”
You laugh and pull away as their teeth connect with your ear again. “Come on, I have to drink this before it gets all warm and gross.”
“Well go on then,” they say, taking a step back. As you raise the cake shake to your lips, your partner’s eyes survey you. “Have I mentioned how much I love that top on you?”
“Oh, only about a hundred times.”
“Well. Let’s make it a hundred and one, then.”
You snort into the shake at their words.
“I mean it! You look so good, the way it just… hugs every curve, accentuates your belly even though you don’t have one right now. You could be doing anything in that shirt and I would be ready to do whatever you say.”
“That;s because it’s a maternity shirt, silly. It’s made to do that. And besides, you’re the one who’s supposed to be giving me orders today, not the other way around.”
You take a few more sips of your drink, allowing your partner to admire you, before pausing. “Ugh.”
Concern crosses their face. “Is it not good?”
“No, it is, I promise. It’s just so thick, I’m gonna need some water if I want to keep swallowing. And I really want to keep swallowing.”
“I bet you do.” They give you a wry smile before going to fill up a new glass at the fridge. “Here you go babe.” They take a step back and lean against the countertop, eyes fixed on your belly as you chug the water.
When your mouth feels clear again, you switch back to the milkshake, then to the water again, alternating every few sips. When both glasses are finally empty, after a few minutes of diligent work, your partner takes the cups from your hands and rinses them in the sink. You take up your own position against the counter, resting as you catch your breath and feel your stomach continue to expand.
Your partner approaches and rests their hands on your sides, feeling the new bump filling out your shirt. “This looks like a pretty good start to the day, huh? Are you ready for breakfast?”
A grin spreads across your face as you take their hand and head out the door.
At the brunch restaurant, you sit patiently, watching your partner peruse the menu. You won’t be making any decisions today. Today, you are completely at the mercy of your partner’s choices.
“I think you’re going to have the blueberry pancakes with sides of… fruit and hash browns. How does that sound?” your partner asks, glancing up.
“Sounds like you know me pretty well. I love blueberry pancakes.”
“Well we want to order what you love don’t we? The point of eating is to enjoy your food. Otherwise, why would we be doing this?”
You lean across the table towards them, feeling the slight bulge in your tummy from the shake earlier. “Why? Because you love it when I’m full and round and moaning and completely at your mercy.”
“Hm, you’ve got me there.” They lean forward as well, so your noses are almost touching. You close the final couple of inches and touch your partner’s lips with your own, but you spring apart quickly as the waiter approaches. She sets a water down in front of your partner and a bubbly mimosa before you. She takes your orders before bustling off again to the kitchen.
You take a sip of your drink, feeling the bubbles swirl in your belly. Your hand rests on the ever so slight dome of your abdomen, rubbing gentle circles in anticipation of your meal. Your partner catches sight of the motion and grins at you. They’re just as excited as you are, if not more so.
You both enjoy getting fed and being stuffed, admiring your own and each others’ massive rounded bellies after a session, and you like to take turns, exploring different dynamics and testing out fantasies. Today is a bit of an experiment, with your partner getting to be the dominant feeder, and you, their submissive feedee.
Your food looks delicious when it arrives. A stack of three plate-sized pancakes lay heavy with syrup, slathered in butter and cream. You cut out of all three at once, spearing a tall bite onto your fork. The smell when it reaches your lips is heavenly, but still nothing compared to the taste. The soft, sweet pancakes practically melt in your mouth, combined with the tart blueberries, the salty butter, and the light, cool cream creates a flavor explosion, and you can’t help but dig in.
Your partner watches you from across the table, smiling as they pick slowly at their eggs and toast, eyes alternating between your greedy mouth and your gradually expanding stomach. By the time you clear your plate, they’ve barely finished half of their food. You sit back in your chair with a contented groan, giving your belly much needed room to expand.
The pancakes would have been a filling meal on their own, but on top of the cake shake from earlier in the morning, you’re feeling a little bit more than satisfied. Your gut is noticeably rounded now, and you place your hand on top of it, admiring the fruits of your labour.
After a minute to rest, your partner reminds you that you aren’t done yet. “You still have two side dishes to finish darling. Wouldn’t want that delicious food to go to waste, now would we?”
You grunt as you sit back up in your chair, the button of your high-waist jeans now making a visible indent in your flesh. Leaning forward again, you pick up your fork and bring the bowl of fruit to the forefront. It’s a little bowl, but piled high with a variety of sweet, juicy chunks. Pineapple, strawberry, apple, pear, and peach all mixing together, yet retaining their own distinct flavour. By the time the bowl is empty, you can feel your stomach straining with all that you’ve shoved into it, but you know you aren’t done.
At length, you shove the fruit bowl away and bring up the plate of hash browns. Each deliciously greasy bite is crunchy, and absolutely loaded with hot sauce, peppers, tomatoes, and cheese. Before you’ve even finished the plate, you can feel the acidic ingredients mixing with the heavy creams in your gut, churning within your already-packed interior. Finally, with a gasp, you swallow the last bite and slam your fork down on the table, a triumphant, but vaguely uncomfortable grin on your face.
Your partner smiles at you from across the table, admiring how you now fill out some of the creases of the loose maternity shirt. “You look beautiful,” they say, eyes sweeping over your protruding belly, taking in how it moves and jiggles ever so slightly at each laboured breath. “That was so sexy. I hope you’re ready for more.”
The thought of continuing the day excites you more than you can express. “So, so ready. You would not believe.”
“Oh, I think I could,” comes their response. “Now how about we get out of here so we can appreciate that belly properly?”
You nod vigorously and your partner stands up, reaching out a hand to help you out of your seat. They had already paid the bill and you hadn’t even noticed, you were so wrapped up in your food.
As the two of you make your way out into the parking lot, your partner reaches their hand around your waist and rests it subtly on your side, gently feeling your growth. You aren’t big enough yet to catch any attention, but you will be soon, and anticipatory thoughts fill your mind all the way to the car.