there was only thing dina was apprehensive about, in regards to their planned scene, but kat was insistent.
("it'll be easier to help you out," she'd said, to name one reason.
"i really, really, really want you to sit on my lap," she'd said, to name the other.)
and so, in spite of dina's concerns about the pressure her current weight and post-bloat weight would put on kat's thighs, she finds herself firmly seated upon her girlfriend's lap, her back braced by the armrest of their comfiest chair- and also one of kat's hands. the other, unsurprisingly, is ghosting over the crest of her currently empty belly.
she imagines what it'll look like full and heavy- what it'll feel like, and her next breath comes out shaky.
across from her is a coffee table, with just about every square inch covered in food. dina's stomach growls in hunger- in wait. kat pats her stomach.
dina nodded, taking a deep breath.
"i'd like to start, please."
"look at you, being all polite," kat teased, and dina blushed- getting more flustered when kat pinched her soft stomach and then reached for a slice of gooey, cheesy greasy pizza and god, she hadn't even really started yet-
the pizza was exactly as delicious as it looked- stringy, buttered cheese and a thin crust and rich tomato sauce- and thick, creamy garlic sauce, which was drizzled all over. kat looked at her, almost mesmerized, and lightly stroked her back as she swallowed- rinse and repeat for the next few bites until the first slice had settled entirely in dina's belly. then the second, then the third.
the second dina swallowed down that finishing bite of her third slice, she opened her mouth for more- entirely instinctual. she hadn't even realized until she noticed kat staring at her, swallowing thickly.
"don't- don't look at me like that," she pouted. "im not full, we haven't even gotten through half."
"yeah, it's just," kat said, reaching for another slice, "y'know, i remember when you used to tap out at five slices. get all achy, whiny..."
dina did remember that- back then, a mere five months ago, five slices was usually when she was slumped in her chair, getting lavish praise and back pats and belly rubs, because for as much as she liked to play mean dom, kat was a doting partner first and foremost.
as if reading her thoughts, kat chuckled, already reaching for another piece. "hard to believe, eh? such a good, growing girl."
dina blushed, the praise going straight to the pooling heat in her belly, and quickly ate another bite of pizza to distract herself.
after the fourth slice, dina sighed a little, wiping crumbs from her mouth, and kat lightly rubbed her stomach- it was beginning to fill up, the settled food adding a bit of structure to the fat of her tummy.
"that's four stupid huge slices," kat said. "how's that feel?"
"i feel- i feel good," dina said, letting her own hand slide to the top of her stomach. "a little full."
kat reached up to her jaw and wiped away a glob of sauce, sliding her hand down over the swell of her chest, and then over the plush expanse of her stomach. "alright. i'm gonna give you two more and check in again, got it?"
dina hummed in understanding, taking a bite of the next slice kat offered her, and then the next. she moaned as she chewed, the previous slices beginning to settle fully, her stomach and limbs beginning to feel heavier, her chest starting to tighten up. the swell of her stomach had started to solidify more.
and this was only six slices, she thought. at twelve slices-
she pictured it: her stomach huge and full, her limbs so heavy she could barely move them, only able to stumble off the couch like she was drunk because of how utterly stuffed she was-
"i want more," dina whined, without thinking. kat froze, and dina's brain caught up with her mouth. she sputtered.
"i mean! i- um- if it's- hic! if it's okay with you-"
"jesus christ, you're gonna be the end of me," kat interrupted, her face dusted a soft pink, eyes wide. "'if it's okay with me', she says. come on, dina, do i look like the sort of idiot who's gonna deny you?"
she poked at her freckled belly for emphasis, which had become much firmer.
dina pursed her lips to try and hide her smile, sheepish.
"fuck. you want more? you gonna eat whatever i put near your mouth, huh?"
"kat," dina gasped, then moaned, eagerly beginning to chew on the tip of the piece kat had guided in her mouth.
"yeah, that's right," kat murmured. "that's it, there's my good girl."
dina couldn't respond, as much as she may have wanted to- the cheese was still warm and stringy, the garlic sauce still creamy and thick, the crust still thin and crumbly and the tomato sauce still rich- but this time around, it started to all blend together a little, her stomach and chest tightening and settling.
she ate another, and another, and by her eighth slice, she had become officially, uncomfortably full. her stomach was firm and round, her chest tight and her throat and mouth filled with grease and crumbs- and her belly was starting to churn in protest.
by her ninth slice, her movements had grown sluggish- kat rubbed her back as she ate, tapping her shoulder every time she began to chew too quickly, and then began to massage her warbling stomach once the last bit of pizza was in dina's mouth.
she took a few, heavy deep breathes, her stomach twisting, gurgling loudly. heavy and thick, she audibly swallowed- then burped loudly.
kat snickered, and dina immediately clapped a hand over her mouth, shrinking in on herself, face red and twisted in mortification. "mmh- e-excuse me."
still snickering, kat patted her stomach. "that feel good, baby?"
hesitantly, and sheepishly, with her hands still over her mouth, dina nodded.
kat's hands, contrary to her jovial tone, were nothing short of comforting- she rubbed circles over dina's packed belly, soothed her aching sides, then glided her hand up to massage the top of dina's collarbone, in case the belch had been painful. slowly, dina untensed.
"i can- hic!" dina swallowed, lightly pawing at kat's chest. "i mean- i wanna keep going."
even still, kat patted her stomach and rubbed her back for a bit longer before reaching for more pizza.
in the following few slices she was absurdly gentle- voice soft as she fed dina slice after slice of pizza that, taste-wise, was starting to blend in with dina's spit, frequent gentle belly rubs and, of course, praise.
by slice ten - "easy, easy, shhh, almost there-"
slice eleven - "you're so close, baby, fuck, i'm here-"
and at last, by the final slice-
"good girl," kat gasped as the last bite disappeared behind dina's crumb-dusted lips. "such a good girl, good job- there we go, that's it, shhh, that's it."
dina swallowed it down with a sigh, breathing heavy, limbs slow and stomach aching- filled, and full, and stuffed to the brim-
with pizza, mostly. but also pride. her stomach was so round, and distended- firm and heavy. it hurt, but in a good way- in a lovely, achy, kind of way.
"really good," she murmured, drowsily leaning forward to press a messy, weak kiss to kat's lips. "really, really- hic!- good. just-"
her stomach gurgled, and dina squirmed in kat's lap. "...just a little, uhm. hic! y-you know."
normally, kat would tease her- no, i don't know, you gonna use your words? or something along those lines. but her girlfriend had clearly shifted over to the more openly doting part of their play, because she went straight to comfort.
kat gave her stomach a few moderate pats and dina cringed, then belched heavily, deflating with a sigh.
"hic!- 's-scuse me," she mumbled, pressing a hand to her chest, but it was half-hearted. she couldn't help it.
"you want seltzer, baby?" kat asked, guiding her until dina had thrown her arms around kat's neck, her chin resting on kat's shoulder, their upper torsos pressed together. "some ginger ale?"
weakly, dina shook her head, trying not to squirm too much at the idea- her stomach was so gorgeously full, but the thought of adding anything else- much less something that'd bloat her up as much as ginger ale or seltzer- made her feel nauseous. "i- hic!- mmh. n-no thank you. hic- URRRRGGHHHP!"
she burped suddenly, weakly trying to cover her mouth with her hand. "mmh. 'scuse me."
"so polite," kat cooed, patting her back. "no one would ever guess you were such a pig."
"oh, i think- hic!- I think they'd be able to tell," dina muttered.
kat chuckled, and dina suppressed a shiver at one hand suddenly gliding across her back- a gentle circle over her shoulder blades, a small rub over the flesh under the clasp of her bra, an almost marveled brush of fingertips over a generous expanse of freckled skin, at ever roll and swell.
then she pinched at a love handle, and dina hiccupped and yelped.
"no, you're right," dina could hear the smirk in her voice- the overhwelming, matching pride. "they'd definitely be able to tell."
