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At night, you began to kiss and fondle her belly when you two made love. She wasn’t happy about it at first but she was happy to give you pleasure. “You really like my belly?” she asked one night. You confirmed your appreciation by kissing it emphatically. Her belly had spread into two distant halves. This let her hide the lower belly a bit in high waistline pants. But it wasn’t always possible. Most of her clothes showed off the dip where the lower belly and the upper met. You’d explored that ridge with your tongue and your lips. One morning she woke up with tiny love bite bruises. She showed them off while standing in her underwear in the doorway to the bathroom. “I guess you do like all of me,” she said as she stepped to the bed with steps that cross her legs over one another. It was a move she might not be able to keep up for long given her recent expansion.
A week passed. Elise continued to eat heartily until her clothes seemed to fit her imperfectly. You relished the changes. She wore a pink skirt that no longer zipped up nicely. Or when she put on a sweater and she had to suck in to avoid displaying her belly for everyone. Or even the way that she let out a breath when she sat down and her belly was hidden from view.
Elise let out a breath as she sat her plump rear down at the table in the corner. “Finally,” she said with a slightly red face. You two had been walking along the Seine romantically. Except it turned hot and Elise became visibly red. Still, she insisted on walking for a full half-hour despite the heat, the other tourists, the tour groups, and the humidity. She melted a bit as she sat down and seemed remarkably worn out. “I hope they have good food,” she said as she tried to undo the top button on her pants without your notice. You pretended not to have noticed. “They should,” you said and reminded her that you two were in Paris. She smiled and said that the food had been very good so far, and very rich.
“Actually,” she said and cleared a stray lock from her face by slipping it up behind her ear, “I’ve been, well, I haven’t been eating well on our trip.” She looked down at the table for a moment before she continued. “I’m clearly a bit, ah, heavier than I was when you flew over. I know you don’t mind but..I mean, it’s hard to pick out a flattering outfit now.” You suggested that the two of you go shopping. She rolled her eyes. “You’re fantastic,” she said, “you haven’t said anything. I mean, I think about how much I overeat and I’m...I’m not happy with it.”
You reached out to hold her hands on the table while you thought about how long it took the waiter to come over to your table. Then you asked her. “Are you, uh, into food a bit more than you thought?”
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