Jane Dozen

CW: Stuffing, feeding, sweat

Hey there, folks! February isn't a real month and you can't convince me that it is, so I'm definitely not very late with this fic! Just a little late! For sure!

So this fic was directly inspired by a pic from Softservice, to the point that I literally snatched some of the written dialogue from Soft's picture, lol. You can find that pic on any of their socials by this point, but here's a link to the DA pic, at least; https://www.deviantart.com/softservice/art/Ir-rat-ional-thinking-1145047033

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It was a nice, quiet night. No work to do, no gangs to mess with, no coworkers to tease. It was just Jane, the cool night air, and her favorite little manager to play with~.

Jane walked with her thumbs hooked onto the clips attached to her vest, a slight smile ever present on her face. “So, Belle… What's the plan for tonight? I know you didn’t invite me just to discuss a new membership plan, hm?”

“No, no, of course not!” Belle denied earnestly. The blue-haired woman scrounged around in a jacket pocket, tongue sticking out of the side of her mouth. Her eyes brightened up. She pulled her hand from her pocket and flashed a pair of what looked like coupons. “Da-da! Fifty-percent off vouchers for that hotpot restaurant everyone’s been talking about lately!”

Jane chuckled. “You remembered our promise to eat hotpot together sometime. What a good girl you are, thinking of me like that~.”

The small squeak that Belle quickly stifled did not go unnoticed. Jane’s tail flicked in amusement. It really was too easy to play with Belle. So easy that it almost wasn’t fun.

Almost.

“Only thing is, I don’t know if that’s the best idea…” Jane commented. They were just down the street from the restaurant now, and for once, it looked like the line wasn’t too bad. Belle must’ve researched which nights were less crowded. So thoughtful~. She glanced at Belle and continued, “I have a little problem with hotpot, you see.”

Belle stuffed the coupons back in her pocket. “With the smell, right? That’s why I chose dinner and not lunch! You won’t need to hide it at all!”

“No, no, not the smell,” Jane laughed. “No, it’s… well, let’s just say that it’s not good for my career.”

That got Belle’s gears turning. “Uuuh… sorry, I don’t really understand. Are we… not getting hotpot, then? ‘Cause that’s ok! We can just, uh… get some coffee? Hehe…”

The disappointment was audible in Belle's voice as she directed her eyes over at Tinmaster’s coffee house. It was so adorable that Jane just wanted to gobble her right up~. Instead, she just ruffled Belle’s hair a little. “No, miss manager, we can still have some hotpot. I’ll just have to be careful for a little while.”

Belle hissed and swatted Jane’s hand away, eliciting another laugh from the taller woman. After flattening out her hair again, Belle glanced up at Jane. “Why is that?”

By this point, the two were just about at the restaurant. They stopped outside the doors and Jane took a thoughtful pose. “I have a good reason for not eating hotpot often. All that tasty meat and salt… Honestly, I practically double my body weight with broth alone. All heavy and warm- I always feel like I’m sweating pork juice. And of course, there’s the pungent scent, as you so kindly planned for. Still, though, once in a while certainly doesn’t hurt… hm? Belle, you look a little warm. Feeling under the weather?”

The proxy started. She glanced away, her cheeks still flushed and a bead of sweat on her forehead. “N-No, no no no! J-Just remembered how spicy the broth is here and my body started heating up all on its own! Hahahaha!”

Jane raised an eyebrow. “Mm-hm. I have to say, while I don’t usually go for spice, there’s little better than a spicy broth. If it’s too good, I might need to call out of work for a few days after this.”

Belle’s face grew even more red after that. Suspicious. Very suspicious. Jane was used to flushed faces and wandering eyes. Being a curvy woman in asset-flattering clothes made it much easier to convince people to let her do as she pleased, and she always delighted in seeing her peers squirm as she teased them. She just didn’t understand why Belle was getting all hot and bothered now. Sure, Jane had gotten some good responses earlier, but not compared to this. If before had been telling Seth he’s a good boy and watching his tail wag, then this was deliberately pulling her shorts down in the locker room just as Zhu Yuan walked in and seeing the officer immediately turn back around to walk back out with the scarlet reaching her ears. So yes… very suspicious, indeed…

With the short line, the two were being seated before too long. By then, the flush in Belle’s cheeks had mostly died down, and she was back to her jokey self. While looking over the menu, Jane pondered what could have elicited that reaction. Whatever it was, she just had to know. Knowledge was power, and Jane loved to abuse her power~.

“Hello! Can I get your orders, ladies?”

Belle looked up at the waitress. She smiled weakly. “I-Is there anything on your menu that isn’t spicy?”

The waitress smiled back. “No, sorry! Though I can certainly request a mild spice for you if you’d like, so long as your friend is ok with that?”

The shorter girl looked across the table with puppy-dog eyes. Jane chuckled. She closed the menu and set it down. “We’ll do that, then. A large pot with plenty of chicken and onion, please. Oh, and a large bowl of rice for me. Any for you, Belle?”

It seemed like Belle didn’t hear her for a second. That pink flush had returned to her cheeks, and Jane definitely saw her gulp. Then she snapped to attention. “Ah, yes! Rice! Yes, please! Much rice! And an oolong tea!”

The waitress giggled. “Sounds like a plan! Anything to drink for you, miss?”

Jane flashed the waitress a cheeky smile. “A large chai for me, cutie. And a glass of water too, if you could.”

The smile got another giggle from the waitress, though this one was more nervous than the first. “Sure thing! I’ll just take those menus, and I’ll be back with your drinks!”

While waiting for their drinks, Belle and Jane chatted. They were both busy people in busy lines of work (especially considering they both technically worked two jobs, in a fashion), so they didn’t get to catch up much. While talking, Jane took in the atmosphere of the restaurant. The decor and lighting certainly screamed ‘HOT! HOT! HOT!’, and the seating was perfectly catered towards large groups. It made sense; hotpot was a meal best enjoyed together. Despite the short wait the two had had, there were still a good number of people seated around them. A family enjoying dinner over there, an older couple sharing a small pot over there, a group of classmates joking around over there… It was a very cozy place, as fiery as the atmosphere felt.

Their bowls of rice and drinks were brought out rather quickly, as well as a couple bowls for the imminent main course. It wasn’t for a while that the waitress returned bearing a large pot. Though… maybe ‘pot’ wasn’t the best choice of word. It seemed more like a vat, or maybe a small cauldron. It was a hulking beast of metal with a plume of steam rising from the top. The waitress set it down on the table with a hearty *THNK* and Jane swore she could hear the table creaking. The waitress wiped her brow on her arm and smiled. “Alright, here’s you hotpot! Let me know when you’ll need a to-go container. Enjoy!”

Jane noted how the waitress said ‘when’ they’d need a to-go container, not ‘if’. Then again, it wasn’t surprising. The vat in between the two women was filled to the brim with reddish-orange broth ladened with copious amounts of noodles, chicken, mushrooms, cabbage, tofu, onion, and plenty of other things. It looked and smelled absolutely decadent, but it was clearly more food than a tiny woman and a slim woman should be able to eat. A pair like them should only be able to eat maybe half the pot, if that.

Emphasis on should. Jane licked her lips and picked up her bowl. She ladled in a healthy portion of steaming broth, making sure to get plenty of chicken and onion. She dipped her tongue into the bowl and shivered. The spice was pungent enough to scald her senses, but at the same time, it was so delectably rich that she could already feel herself losing control. She wasted no time in breaking apart a pair of chopsticks and helping herself to the first of many, many bites.

The chicken was fall-off-the-bone soft, and the onion was a perfect compliment to the spicy broth. The noodles were still firm, the mushrooms still had spring to them, and the cabbage still crunched in between her teeth. It was, by far, one of the best hot pots Jane had enjoyed in a long while. Her tail tapped the seat next to her happily as she slurped away, blind to the world around her. Before she knew it, she was already raising the bowl to her lips to gulp down the rest of the soup. Her tongue burned from the heat and sweat was already running down her back, but nothing could stop her from downing that tasty, tasty stock~.

Jane set her bowl back down with a satisfied sigh. She picked up a napkin and wiped off her lips, pausing to softly burp into it. She picked up her oolong and took a long drag. It did little to quench the burning of her lips and tongue, but it was enough to cleanse her palette. She got ready to ladle out a second bowl when she caught sight of Belle. Jane raised an eyebrow. “Is there something on my face? Or are you trying to light me on fire by staring so hard?”

Belle jumped in her seat. Her mouth opened and closed with nothing but half-formed sounds coming out. Then she hastily brought her bowl up to her face and started shoveling in food. The steaming soup was likely partly to blame, as was the spice, but Belle’s face had been a little too red for either of those to be the only culprits.

That was food for thought, indeed. Jane took more time with her second bowl, keeping a watchful eye on Belle as she ate. She caught the blue-haired cutie glancing her way several times. She didn’t even seem to notice that Jane was watching her. She just looked at the bowl in Jane’s hand, the pot on the table, and up at Jane’s mouth. Her eyes also wandered further south down Jane’s body more than a few times, but she was used to that-

Wait. Actually, was she used to this? Now that she thought about it, Belle usually showed a modest amount of self-control when it came to viewing Jane’s assets. She usually only felt the manager’s gaze on her goodies when Jane was actively inviting it through playful stretches or compromising poses. So while it  wasn’t unreasonable for Belle to be looking at Jane’s chest, it would be out of character, wouldn’t it? Then she was probably looking at something else. Something…

Ah. Jane glanced down at herself to find that, past the swell of her chest, she was sporting a different kind of swell. She was so slim that just a full meal was enough to give her some pudge, and now she was nearly two large bowls full of spicy food. Her middle was sporting a solid bulge that could be covered up with a little bit of core-clenching, but was plenty noticeable at rest. And Belle had clearly noticed it.

A small smirk played out on Jane’s lips. So that was your secret, little miss proxy~. Well then… let’s see how red you can really get…

Jane quickly finished off her second bowl and wasted no time in helping herself to a third. As loath as she was to admit it, Jane hadn’t been joking as much as she’d like earlier. She truly did stay away from hot pot for the sake of her figure. She just couldn’t help herself around it. It only ever got worse each time she yielded to her desires, too. It had taken her, what… two weeks of dieting and working out to erase her last lapse in judgement? She wondered how long her mistake would last this time. Ah, well. At least she had a reason for going overboard now.

Bowl three certainly didn’t do Jane’s body any favors. The heat inside her was ramping up, giving the slope of her bare upper belly a reddish tint and making the rat therian sweat for real. She took a few long gulps of tea, relishing in the cold, before taking down the rest of bowl three. Then she immediately started on her fourth.

“U-Uuuuuuh… J-Jane?” Came the proxy’s voice. Jane’s ears perked as she glanced up from her bowl. Belle’s face was a full red mask now, a mix of nervousness and thinly veiled arousal. She squirmed in her seat as she tried ever-so-hard not to look downwards. “D-Don’t you think you’re eating a bit too much? I mean, n-not that that’s a problem or anything-”

Jane swallowed. Then she grinned. “Am I? I hadn’t noticed. Mind keeping a tally for me? I want to know if I beat my record.”

It was Belle’s turn to swallow, despite her mouth being empty. “Wh-What? Tally? Record? Yes? Ok. Yes. Tallies. Yes. Ok.”

Dork~. Jane burnt through the rest of her fourth bowl and went on to her fifth. Her reckless eating had made a real dent in the level of broth left inside the pot, though there was at least still three quarters of the stuff left. She knew that Belle would likely still eat another bowl or two, but Jane was fully intending to leave with that pot empty. It would be a lot, even for her, but if it meant pushing Belle’s buttons in all the wrong ways…

The end of bowl five marked the point when Jane officially felt stuffed. That didn’t stop her from starting bowl six, though. This bowl had less solids in it, mostly due to how thinned out they were getting in the hot pot itself. She’d just about cleared out all of the chicken and onion, and the rest wouldn’t last much longer either. Another two or three bowls and all that would be left was broth, which meant… oh boy…

Jane huffed as she ate, sweat dripping down her brow and dripping onto her thighs. What was still exposed of her thighs, at least. Jane’s belly was positively bulging now, busting over the top of her shorts and making a veritable shelf over her solid thighs. The taut red muffin was a glistening dome of sweat that threatened to break free from their black denim constraints at any moment. It wasn’t the spice that was making Jane’s breath short, though, as much as her insides burned and her tongue screamed. It wasn’t the sheer quantity of food inside of her, either. It was the shorts. Those damn tiny shorts - or, rather, the twin belts around her waist holding those tiny shorts up. They were like a garden snake wrapped around her torso, strangling her swollen belly until it felt fit to burst.

Finally, at the start of her seventh bowl, Jane couldn’t take it anymore. She set her mostly full bowl down and leaned back in her seat, panting. “G-Guh, these- these belts are- n-not happy with me-” Jane moaned, fingers rubbing along the sore line between belly and belt. She looked across the table where Belle was, predictably, staring with unrestrained infatuation. Jane crooked a finger at her. “Be a sweetheart and undo my belts for me. I can’t seem to get them undone…”

“Y-You haven’t even tri- uh, yeah, ok,” Belle squeaked. She quickly shuffled out of her seat to slide onto Jane’s side. Now that Belle was over here, Jane could see that the shorter woman hadn’t just sat and watched Jane enjoy herself. She’d fully indulged herself as well, sporting a none-too-shabby food baby that bulged over her own belt. It was cute compared to Jane’s, but it did strike a worrying chord in the officer’s brain. If the pot was still this full with both of them stuffed, then finishing it off may be just a bit ambitious…

The manager leaned down and fumbled with Jane’s belt for a few seconds. “Lemme- wow, it’s so tight- uh, ignore that. Just gotta- get my fingers in- and- ow! Ok, try again- and-”

Jane was sucking in best she could to help her dainty dinner date, but the moment those clasps came undone, she let out a whoosh of air and shot those dated belts off in a flash. Her shorts instantly raced down her waist, just barely clinging onto a small slope of belly around her hips. They might very well slip too far down for decent company once she stood up, but she’d cross that bridge when she came to it. For now, she just relished in the newfound freedom of her belly. She moaned softly as she massaged the dark red lines her belts had left along the length of her midriff. “You do not know how good that feels! Still, though, I can’t eat if I’m tending to my poor bruised belly.” Her tail pushed around behind Belle’s back and around her, insisting she scoot closer. She did. Jane smirked. “Mind being my nurse for now, manager? That made more room and I don’t want to waste any time filling it up~.”

To her credit, based on how much less nervous she was now than ten minutes ago, Belle seemed to have realized what Jane was doing and why. Also to her credit, she wasn’t letting this opportunity pass her by. She gladly accepted Jane’s invitation to massage her belly, fingers working away at Jane’s sore and tight spots eagerly. And expertly, too. It seemed that Belle was an experienced caretaker of overstuffed friends. Jane just loved getting so much material to work with later. Still, she wasn’t done just because Belle had realized Jane’s game. No, she could still push Belle a little further. Or maybe she was just using Belle’s tastes as an excuse to stuff herself with yet more addictive hot pot. Who’s to say? Jane certainly wasn’t telling~.

With nothing left to restrict her, Jane wolfed down the rest of her bowl, as well as the next. She scooped the rest of the solid ingredients left out of the hotpot, then hesitated for the very first time. Not because she couldn’t finish this latest bowl; while stuffed to the brim, she very much still had room for this ninth bowl and more. No, she hesitated because she knew what was left to do and didn’t know if she had the strength to do it… in more than one sense of the word.

Jane set her bowl down next to Belle and drummed her fingers thoughtfully on top of her belly. She was downright soaked with sweat, to the point that even she felt slightly embarrassed by it. Luckily, it didn’t show much on her dark clothes, but she very likely would smell intoxicatingly of pork, chicken, and onion after this through her sweat alone. Still, though, if she stopped now, she could at least reclaim some semblance of normalcy tomorrow. She’d show up to work, barely fitting in her clothes and heavily bloated, but otherwise normal. She’d go about her week, fasting and taking the stairs to tone herself back down. Then she’d be back to her regular self in no time. Yet…

“I can’t believe you ate so much but you’re still so soft…” Belle murmured under her breath. Jane glanced down. The manager was enthralled with Jane’s belly, rubbing it with a pink flush to her cheeks that Jane couldn’t help but want to lick off. The glutted woman grinned. There had only ever been one way out of here for her tonight, hadn’t there?

Jane pulled out her phone. Belle looked up as the therian tapped through her contacts. She put the phone to her ear and waited until the other side picked up. “Sorry to call so late. I’m going to need to call out the next two or three days,” Jane said calmly. “...Yes, I’m fine. No, I’m not in mortal peril. I just have a very good feeling that my stomach will have me feeling unwell for the next few days. No, do not tell Seth. Sorry about this, Zhu. Remind me to make it up to you later. I’ll do your work for you sometime. Do you think I’ll fit into your tights now that- ah, she hung up.” Jane smirked at Belle. “She might still be mad after I tried to dress up as her last time. I moved a little too much in her tights and they split. Still, Qingyi’s been treating her to a lot of cakes recently, so I think her current tights might fit me better this time around.”

Belle giggled, her nerves from the start of the night clearly gone now that her secret was an open secret. Well, that was no fun. Half the reason why Jane liked poking fun at the manager was to get those nervous, blushy reactions. Now she was just blushy. Eh. C’est la vie. It wasn’t like Jane could cancel this and go to work tomorrow now. She might as well follow through.

“Mind giving me a hand with the last of this, Belle? I’m not used to having quite this much left at the end of my meals.”

“What are you…?” Belle started, but when she saw Jane tapping the pot with a single sharp nail, understanding clicked behind her eyes. Her cheeks flushed a few shades darker, but she didn’t falter at all. She did a hammy salute and said, “I will not fail you on this, officer!” Jane chuckled at the corny response, at least.

Belle got up on her knees in the booth and carefully reached over to grab either side of the heavy pot. It was still half-full with the rich, heavy soup, with a few dregs of noodles and veggies left swimming around. Jane gulped, her heart jumping in her chest. She’d never tested her limits quite like this before. Just how much of this could she hold before she…?

Jane didn’t get a chance to finish her doubts. Belle, with straining arms, hoisted the pot up towards Jane’s lips. The therian moved forward to place her lips on the edge, welcoming the oncoming torrent of broth with a mixture of excitement and apprehension. Her reservations melted away as the soup swallowed her tongue in a firework display of flavor. Her eyelids fluttered as she gulped down the first mouthful, only to find her mouth still full of more broth.

It was a nonstop cavalcade of hot, delicious soup, constantly pouring down Jane’s welcoming throat. Still, her decadence was not without consequence. She was more full than she’d ever been, and that pressure in her middle was only increasing with each heavy gulp. Her hands were planted on either side of the slick orb that her belly had become, as if putting them there would keep her from bursting like a soup balloon. Whether or not that could work, she could actively feel her skin stretching as she greedily sucked down as much liquid as she could, almost as if she really were a balloon attached to a faucet.

Jane’s calm demeanor gradually devolved, falling into a mixture of moaning and panting in between hungry swallows. Soup spilled out over the corners of her mouth, leaking down her face and onto her chest. The spice was so hot by now that her eyes were watering and she could barely taste a thing. Still, she could tell; it was delicious, and she had to have ALL of it. She needed it inside of her, no matter the cost.

Eyes shut, Jane just kept drinking, thighs squeezing together and hands clutching her belly. Fuck, she was so full! She really WAS going to explode at this rate! How much more was there? She couldn’t hold all this soup! But she just couldn’t resist! She needed it! N-No, she- she couldn’t- she- she was going to- n- G-GAH- urk- NNNG- GONNA- P-POP-!

A heavy thud made Jane’s eye flutter open. She realized that the pot wasn’t at her lips anymore. It was on the table. She clasped a hand over her lips and forced down a hiccup. OoOooooooOoh… she did not feel great… *HRK-!*

“Wooooah, easy there…” Belle said softly, her hands returning to Jane’s belly. They pressed in, kneading and churning her insides, but in a way that was making her feel better instead of worse. “You need to let all that settle. And get some of that gas out, Geez, I can feel it bubbling around in there. All that spice is making you gassy…”

Jane wanted to protest that she didn’t get gassy, but as moved her hand and opened her mouth, a sizable belch rumbled up her throat. She didn’t bother looking around to see if anyone heard her. She knew they had. She just sighed and slumped back in her seat, exhausted. She took stock of herself and grimaced. She was massive. Her gut had expanded radically from all that liquid, now encompassing most of her lap and even threatening to bump against the edge of the table. Her upper belly jutted up enough to press against her chest, giving her already hefty cleavage an extra bit of help, and she could actively feel her lower belly pressing down on her thighs far closer to her knees than she’d prefer. Her lower belly even seemed to stick out further than her upper belly. She likely avoided bursting thanks to her stomach letting some of its contents go on ahead earlier than planned, leading to this all-around round gut, tight as a drum, red as a beet, and glistening like a pearl.

She cast a side-eye at Belle, who seemed to be having the time of her life babying her bubbling belly. “I can’t believe this gets you more excited than tasteful sideboob or ‘good girls’... pervert…” Jane panted.

“I am what I am~,” Belle responded cheekily. She pressed her cheek against the side of Jane’s belly and sighed deeply. Then she cast her own side-eye at Jane. “And don’t say I’m the only pervert here. I saw your legs trembling as you drank. I saw that spasm. I know those all too well.”

“...You were much cuter before I knew how kinky you were.”

“And now?”

“Now nothing. That was the end of the thought.”

Belle stuck out her tongue. “I’m plenty cute. Play nice or I won’t help roll you home.”

Jane sighed. Ok, so Belle was still cute. Just in less of a little kitten kind of way and in more of a… bratty kind of way. “And who said I want your help ‘rolling’ home?”

Belle smirked. “Who said anything about what you want? I wanna see if you fit in your front door. Or if your shorts pop off if you lean too far one way.”

Check that. Jane had fully misjudged her from the very start. She was never a cute little sub with some bratty tendencies. She was a full brat. A bratty gremlin kink artist. Jane winced as her abs twitched, then relented, “Ok, ok. Yes, I occasionally enjoy myself in that way when I overeat. Now please, I… do actually need help getting home. I’m not sure I can carry all this extra weight home myself…”

“Sure thing, miss Doe~,” Belle sang. She scooted out of the booth and offered Jane a hand. With another sigh and a slight smile, Jane took it. At least she knew what kind of person Belle really was now. She was still solidly within Jane’s strike zone, too, with the added benefit of not being a coworker. She just needed to stay in control next time.

Jane caught herself. Next time? She was already planning a next time? She usually took these things on the fly. Huh. Next time, huh… Yeah, she would do better next time. Stay on top. Keep hold of the atmosphere. Put that brat in her place. She’d make her favorite little proxy melt next time. Yeah… heh… next time…