"Baaabe! I'm hungry! Let's go!"
Miranda couldn't help but stiffle a giggle. It was only hours ago where Mark, the handsome symbol of masculinity he was, had stuffed himself into such an epic stupor that Miranda had needed to heave the poor bloated boy into bed for him to sleep off his feast. Not that Miranda wasn't grateful for the time alone. She wanted to do some extra crunches anyway, was well as work on her legs. She set a new personal best for squat thrusts.
Now Mark was up and at 'em, and Miranda didn't know which was louder. His bellows or the roaring of his empty stomach. Which was now even wider and more bulbous than before. Miranda wanted to reach out and just rub it with her powerful hands. That same stomach had spent the entire afternoon roaring and gurgling, turning Mark's mid day banquet into more sexy, precious fat.
"I know Big Man. You're ALWAYS hungry." Miranda said with a smile and an eye roll.
"Am Not!" Mark said defensively, as he adjusted his belt...which was too tight, Miranda noticed. Miranda laughed and reached out to her fat hunk of a man, pulling in the monstrously heavy Mark with a flex of her ever expanding biceps. As Mark fell into her, his giant belly heaving the rest of him forward, colliding with Miranda's rocklike physique with an absolutely glorious jiggle. Miranda just had to give him a kiss on the lips as he landed.
"Mwah." Miranda smooched her man, before letting him go. "Relax Mark. I like you just the way you are. But be patient. Don't rag on about me not being dressed when you're still not ready either."
"Can't we just order in. I don't know if I want to go to a sit down resteraunt." Mark whined, as he pulled on the two sides of his shirt, desperate to button it.
Miranda was having similar problems. Her last good evening dress was unbearably tight. Her back, shoulders and arms were all much...much bigger than before. But it was nowhere near as bad for her as it was for Mark.
"They must have all shrunk in the wash!" Mark cried.
'Liar' Miranda giggled internally.
Mark had turned into an utter balloon. A sexy balloon. His ass had blown up to two jiggling planets, two basketball sized cheeks of fat colliding in his pants. His chest had ballooned too. Miranda was beginning to wonder if Mark needed any of her old bras, what with his absolutely collosal mantits.
And that belly...well...it was about the size of a beach ball, and growing by the day. And Miranda wanted to feed it just as much as Mark did.
Miranda counted her lucky stars she was wearing shorts under her dress skirt, because otherwise things were liable to become...sticky.
"Miranda, stop laughing and help me get dressed. This is my biggest nice shirt." Mark begged. Miranda waddled over awkwardly, her dress still not fully pulled up.
"Okay, but after you help me zip up my dress, kay?"
"Deal."
Miranda gave a heave of effort. Those buttons didn't want to meet, but somehow, with a lot of sweat and effort, and a miracle or two, Miranda got Mark's shirt nicely buttoned up.
"Ooof! This is skintight! I'm gonna have to peck my way out of this like a baby chick." Mark complained. Miranda coughed into her hand.
"Yeah yeah. Now c'mon, a deals a deal big boy. Zip me up." Miranda said as she turned around. This time, it was Mark's turn to blush, as her unzipped back dress gave Mark a full view of her new labrynthian back muscles. If his face was red before...now it was burning white hot.
Mark couldn't help but lick his lips.
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"Slow down Mark, you'll give yourself a tummy ache." Miranda chuckled, reaching forward. She was acting playful, sure, but really she was going to take absolutely any accuess to poke and prod Mark's bulging belly fat, especially when it was so...stuffed.
Two steaks, three corn on the cobs, three servings of potatoes, two bowls of salad, and now a bowl of cauliflower cheese. Mark wheezed and snarfed, stuffing himself with a madness. Mark snarfed and horfed, like a man possessed, ready to do anything to feed his hunger.
"*Snruf*Scoff*Hrrunk*" Mark said as he swallowed the biggest spoonful of cheesy roux. He gulped and gasped for air a bit before trying again, his lips still greasy with cheesey sauce.
"Relax babe. This is nothing." He said as he patted his stomach. And it sloshed so. Absolutely packed full. And the buttons were absolutely screaming in their struggle to stay together. His shirt was forming diamonds of pale flesh against the fabric, and Miranda, who had previously eaten nothing but the side of kale from her chicken dish, began to salivate.
"Careful Mark, you might pop those shirt buttons if you eat too fast." Miranda said, surpressing the urge to bite her lip and making it sound like she wasn't too hopeful.
"Nonsense. That's a little too wacky baby, I'll obviously get full before I break my clothes. And I can probably go for seconds." Mark bragged, with a belch as he wiped the sauce from his mouth, and picked up another forkful of carrots.
"Oh yeah, wanna bet?" Miranda asked with a cocked eyebrow.
"Bwwhha?" Mark said, his mouth already full again. He swallowed. "What now?"
Miranda stood up and picked up her chicken platter, grabbing a fork and scrapping it all onto her boyfriend's newly made spacious plate. His eyes bulged.
"Eat up. I bet you your buttons are gonna burst before you decide your full." Miranda commanded, pointing to his plate.
Something clicked inside Mark. Miranda...commanded him to eat. All of a sudden...that hunger and mindless drive...became focused. And he ate.
And ate.
And ate.
Miranda kept watching with burning cheeks. Mark reached for more cheese. More veggies. More gravy. He muffled and moaned, as if some part of his body was begging for release, to stop. But Miranda's command thrust him forward, and he was helpess before the seemingly unending deluge of food.
*POP*POP*POP*
There was a banging sound, and both Miranda and Mark were thrust back to reality. And as if like a magic spell, Mark's full belly hit him with full force as he leaned back, allowing his stuffed stomach to expand even further.
Miranda beamed. She saw the whole restaraunt was staring, in awe...in envy...at her prince.
"Cheque please!" She sang.
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Mark had been rolled into Miranda's car. Luckily she drove, as Mark was nearly comatose. His head bobbed back and forth and he desparately rubbed his belly in a bit to sooth the stuffed feeling. Miranda was still grinning like a cheshire cat.
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