Midnight pudding

I was out last night, she made herself a whole tray of chicken enchiladas. Smothered in cheese and enough to fill both our bellies on a normal night, it’s her favourite meal and she stuffed down every last bite. She knew I’d be happy and sent me a photo of her bulging guy, along with the caption ‘it hurts’. She wasn’t kidding either, she was breathless and sweating. I headed back to hers around 9 and went to the McD’s drive through in my way, I phoned her and asked what she wanted. She would normally have a McFlurry no matter how full she is but as I listed off all the things I could get her she just kept saying No in an ever more desperate tone and insisted she was too full.

I got myself my order and headed home, expecting her to steal something from my bag but she didn’t. She was laid on the sofa looking ill, 8 cheesy enchiladas weighing down her heavy stomach. I rubbed it better, we watched some more Jessica Jones then we went upstairs.

It was late by this point, she was still drinking her Malibu but she hadn’t wanted anything else all night which was unlike her, I think she genuinely overdid it at dinner. I was tired and went to switch off the tv, but being a cliffhanger type of show she whined that she wanted another episode. I said no I’m tired but then she said ‘I’ll eat all the pudding downstairs.’

I’d made a big mixing bowl of angel delight up and left it in the fridge before I’d left earlier and it was sat in the fridge still waiting for her to have it. I was actually pretty tired so there was a little back and forth before the feeder in me got the better of both of us and I fetched her pudding. She sat up in bed and .... fuck just thinking about how fat she looked with her pregnant looking belly sticking out is getting me excited again.... she started to eat.

She was full and having regrets about 3 bites in but kept going and going, slowly watching tv so as to not focus on the growing pain in her abdomen. I leaned over and ran my hand over her swollen stomach, it felt solid and I could tell she was sore. More and more kept going down and I felt like I was watching a personal fetish video, she’s never been this gluttonous just to please me (or get her own way). She had never looked so big and round as she did last night and when I heard the spoon clash down into the bottom of the plastic bowl she moaned, lifted her tits and looked down.

‘Happy?!’ She asked.

I nodded and grinned like a creepy cartoon character.

Rum, Rennies, careful belches and gentle belly rubs sent her off to sleep around midnight. Jesus fucking Christ she’s getting huge!