"Ugh..." Bridget moaned as she crammed another pastry into her mouth. Though you could barely see it, her eyes still had that blissful, hungry spark of a girl who loved her sweets and just had a very good one.
The rest of her face, on the other hand, was telling you a different story. While she'd started off fast and furious, Bridget's eating speed decreased exponentially with every plate. The previously gung-ho young woman now was looking a little queasy as she laid back in her seat, her middle swollen out in front of her.
Speaking of which, her belly had swelled to an almost comical degree. Tight as a drum and almost perfectly round, Bridget's overtaxed tummy was at its biggest yet, a true testament to the sheer depths of her gluttony over roughly the last two months. The old dress she'd worn for tonight's occasion seemed fit to burst, like all it would take was a few measly morsels to rip it asunder. Then again, so did she.
Bridget tilted her head toward you.
"More," she commanded weakly, letting out a nauseous burp.
You hesitated. Certainly, you were absolutely enthralled by your partner's sheer capacity and zeal to eat, but this time was different. Bridget really seemed to have hit her limit, and as much as you wanted to stuff her so senselessly round and fat...
You took the plate out of her hand and set it down on the table.
"I think your dress won this round," you said, scarcely believing the words coming out of your mouth.
***
It took a bit of arguing, but you eventually persuaded Bridget to catch a ride with you back to her place. Upon getting home, you walked Bridget up to her bedroom, where she immediately crashed moaning on the bed. After a few minutes if struggle, you were able to wrest the dress off of Bridget's expanded in one piece, ("for next time," she said,) and soon enough you were both spooning in bed.
"I can't believe I couldn't break it," she murmured.
"It's okay," you whispered. "Next time."
"I just wanted to do something unforgettable. Something we'd both like."
"I like this, too," you said. You snuggled in closer. "Don't you?"
You felt Bridget's midriff rise and fall as she sighed deeply. "I suppose, yeah."
You laid together in blissful silence, reveling in the warmth of each other's bodies. Your hands gently caressed and soothed Bridget's overstuffed gut, joining Bridget's own across the surface of her soft yet tight middle. Gradually, Bridget's breathing slowed as she had more time to digest, and soon your hands were working alone as she began drifting off to sleep.
"Thank you for doing this..." she hummed.
"Of course. Anything for the woman I love."
Bridget's eyes shot wide open. Everything froze when it suddenly occurred to you that this was the first time either of you had used the L-word to describe your relationship.
***
A month later, you were cleaning up shop at the bakery for another day — mopping the floor, dusting the counters, arranging the displays with freshly baked goods. Business had slowed somewhat in recent weeks, but things were still holding steady. This morning, you were working alone, but any minute now, that door was gonna open —
You heard the bell ring and turned to see...
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