they couldnāt help themselves.. they needed a late night meal..! but it shouldnāt have been all those sugar cookies and two bowls of ramenā¦ they know what theyāre in for tonight.. they can already feel it~
What if the shows from the past where they had at least one episode where one character is starving and doesn't get to eat at all until the end of the episode after they've gone through a lot was because the writer(s) secretly had a hunger and starvation fetishes
OH HEY I"M BACK (kind of)
GOD I hate job stuff. I missed y'all <3
SO. I was asked by a very well known and lovely hunger-enjoyer to 'Please' give a fourth chapter to this. While I MAY have written this in the dead of night... Tired. Sleepy. I think this is a GREAT piece of work.
Ennjooyyy
I snuck into the Aquarium late today.
Technically, I was never supposed to come in today. I had a break before the last day of Aevinās fast, and Iād be damned if I missed out on that. The day she was fed was tomorrow, and that would be a whole grand event.
I have a confession to make. If it were up to me I would keep her starved until her stomachās cries were heard across the whole damn facility. Iād keep her tied up in my place and revel in how she squeaks and moans and whimpers pathetically who her belly cramps up. God, she loves it. I know she loves it. That night she teased the hell out of meāshe had an opportunity to eat and she denied herself. She knows. She fucking knows.
I snuck through the facility. I saw cameras pointed in every which way. I kept myself hidden from any eyes as best I couldā¦
When I got to her tank, she wasnāt where I thought sheād be. Normally, she would be swimming around the perimeter. I couldnāt find her. Not even looking up from the bottom of the tank to the top revealed where she was. I pushed my way into the containment. Was she moved? Did she get injured? The arousal left my body as quickly as it came. She had to be okay, right? This was her fourth full day with nothing to eat. Anyone else would be exhausted by this point.
Getting up to the topā¦ Well. To put it bluntlyā¦ I caught her touching herself.
The waters shifted when I finally reached the top of the stairs, and I caught a glimpse of her with her fingers where the thighs would meet. She ducked underneath the water, but her head poked up enough to see me peek from the corner. I knew the way around the camera, but I wasnāt sure if I should even approach. I didnāt expect myself to be in such a situation. I didnāt know what to do.
But I knew very quickly what to do when I heard her stomach howl.
She winced and whimpered as her middleā¦ I could only describe it as her stomach was balling itself up into a fist, the release belting out a growl audible enough that I could hear it from the distance I was at. She moaned loudly, curling herself up into a small ball. The worry only increased. This was too long. If I werenāt so damn horny, I would have remembered to bring something to eatā¦
I would have turned myself out the door, but Aevinā¦ When her gut finally released its grip on her insides, her teeth were clamped down on her bottom lip. A hand was tightly bound to her sunken in stomach, the other reaching up to her ample chest. She sighed long, lustful. Needy.
Looking directly at me, she shifted uncomfortably, but played off her discomfort with a lick of her lips, saliva dripping from her mouth down, down along her body. Down her chest. Past her cleavage. To her middle. That aching middle. That starved gut beginning to cramp back up and groan again.
Oh, I made my way back to her, stripped down naked and jumped in the water. The chill be damned, I would not squander this opportunity.
We cuddled close. Aevin swam towards me and lifted herself up, swaying her bottom half to create leverage against me. High enough that her gut pressed up against my face. The sounds it was making were heavenly, but so torturous to her that she whined each time her gut protested. It was angry, loudly voicing its complaints every second I had my ear to it. My hand reached down to my own length. I stroked my cock to her quivering stomach as she held my head in her trembling hands. She was so shaky and weak, but I could tell she was so incredibly turned on with how hot her body was.
I wanted to be inside of her so terribly bad. The only way for her to be filled would be through her wombānot like it would feed her at all. Gods, Iād stay in these waters for hours on end, teasing her with food, making her suffer so much longer than the job already made her. I needed her to be so empty. So much more emptyā¦
āGood girl,ā I whispered, āYouāre excited about all the good food youāll get tomorrow, arenāt you?ā
She heard āFoodā and her body responded by cramping and roaring again, her poor little gut twisting and thrashing behind the flab of soft skin. Drool was dripping onto my head. Fuckā¦ It was so hotā¦
But nothing beat when she finally dropped down and exposed her tongue to me. It was a message. A desperate one. As a tight squeeze bound her gut again, she panted loudly, palm stretched across her middle, another back between her folds.
āWant a little snack? I bet you doā¦ Go get yourself something good.ā
I donāt know how she understood. Maybe it was the desperation of it all. Maybe she knew a few phrases. Maybe this was someone elseās fantasy that she engaged with. I wasnāt sure. What I was sure of was her head-game was incredible. I had to hold my mouth to keep myself from moaning. She was swallowing me like I was going to be her meal after so long. I bet she loved the taste of something after four days of nothing reaching that strained stomach. The water rippled underneath the surface, her tongue lashed around the base of my shaft like she was trying to pull oil from a dry-spot. She needed something. A taste of something. Of anything.
I couldnāt hold back.
Against my own body, I held her head in place underwater and let go of my building orgasm. I hoped that the taste sufficed. I hoped that everything that I gave her was as meager a taste as I could possibly give. A hefty jet of my cum wasnāt enough to fill that void, nor would it be enough to silence it. But it would absolutely make it crave more.
Iām spending the night here. Cameras probably caught us in the act at some point. Honestly, I donāt care. This was SO worth the price of admission. If I get fired, whatever. Right nowā¦ I need to spend as much time as I can with Aevinā¦ So I can make her crave.
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