This choice: Felicia, despite feeling stuffed, keeps eating... • Go Back...Chapter #5Felicia, despite feeling stuffed, keeps eating... by: Unknown Felicia rubbed her belly gently and cooed over the chef. "You're a very correct professional cook, Al! Each time I take a meal you made, I always thought *URP* you're very skilled despite being young. But this lasagna is exceptional!!"
"Th-thanks Miss Felicia." Alphonse smiled shyly, trying not to be noticed that he couldn't take his eyes off from Felicia's sauce-covered bulging belly. "Only a few days ago, I laid in a large stock of some special spice. I heard this product was developed to target the Catwomen and it contains the catnip, the root of kiwifruit and other herbs. All the matters relating to cooking was entrusted to me, so I apologize for not getting your previous permission."
"Oh, I don't mind it, not at all. No wonder I was engrossed in that. Well, then…” Felicia leaned forward slowly and stared the pan of lasagna ravenously, a wet belch escaping her lips. “Resume the dinner!"
Alphonse was taken aback. That spice's effect seems to be a little more powerful than he had expected. His shoulder angel insisted he should stop Felicia and it's for her health. However, the temptation of a celebrity catwoman stuffed herself with his self-confident dish was too much.
"Uh, Miss, are you going to be OK...ea-eating so much? I think you should to keep your image as a singer."
"Of *munch* course!" Felicia answered and took a big bite into lasagna, without looking at Alphonse. All that she saw was the rest of the lasagna, for four persons at the lowest estimate. "But such a small amount won't affect my figure. Probably." She added without thinking deeply.
Truthfully, she was feeling quite full, her belly having a hard fight against very heavy load. However, rather than her stomach's limit, she was more afraid of the possibility that the chef would confiscate this pan if she tells the truth. It’s too delicious to waste!!
Being beside herself with joy, Felicia let go of the serving spatula, and plunged her head into the pan…
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Several minutes later, the pan was empty.
“ Uuuggghhh…*BUURRP* Excu*BBUUUURRRPP!!* Excuse me…”
Felicia, being smeared all over with greasy sauce and sticky cheese, groaned with stomachache and burped intermittently. Now her belly was swollen to fitness-ball size, slightly flushed pink, and audibly gurgling and sloshing without a pause.
Alphonse remained an awkward silence, his eyes wandering from place to place and regularly being glued to Felicia's overloaded belly in awe. He could not decide whether to continue to use the spice in question or not. It was clear that this is not healthy for Felicia, but he didn't want to miss a chance to have a fetish dream-like time under the pretense that he should serve good meal for his employer.
"Al*BURP*phonse..." Felicia gasped as she tried to allow Alphonse to leave. She was holding her intestinal gas that had been generating rapidly in, but she knew she must let it out (unless she wants to explode). She really didn't want to feel ashamed of herself in front of him.
On the other hand, however, Felicia couldn't get that lasagna's scent and flavor out of her head...
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