... To End it Even Better~ (T+K fic pt. 2)

“Uuuughhh…” Tasha groaned plaintively, her fork clattering into the empty lasagna pan. She’d really done it. She’d eaten the whole damn thing. And now her body was punishing her for it. Her heavy stomach ached with tension. Apparently eating two days worth of food in less than four hours was a bad idea. Who knew?

Tasha slid down the couch cushion a bit, resting her hands on her overfull gut. So much for taking it slowly to eat throughout the whole day. She’d be lucky if she could get another bite into herself tomorrow, let alone today. Seriously, her stomach was already firm to the touch and her nightshirt barely covered her belly button. There was no chance that she-

Tasha sucked in some breath as a warm hand pressed into her side. She bit her lip as the hand expertly rubbed her belly, pressing hard against the pressure within. “A-Aaah~!” She crooned, feeling some of the exhaustion of her food coma being replaced by more pressing feelings.

She let her eyes drift over to the hand’s owner. Kat had finished off most of the rest of the pasta on her own and it showed, with her belly being notably rounder than Tasha’s open butterball gut. She’d been consistently eating more than Tasha each meal as well, so the size difference was consistent in her lower best as well, resulting in one giant orb of a belly that Tasha desperately wanted to tease and kiss. Y’know, if she wasn’t nigh immobile already.

Tasha sighed in a mixture of satisfaction and defeat. “Well, so much for that idea. I’d pop if I *urp* ate anything else and you look the same.”

“For now, yeah,” Kat mused. She pushed her knuckles into a particularly tense spot on Tasha’s side, making the shooter woman moan with relief. “But I’m sure we’ll have a bit of spare room in a couple hours.”

“A couple hours?” Tasha groaned. “God, I’m so stuffed that I can’t even think straight, and you look delicious, but we have to wait!?”

Kat laughed, her belly wobbling in time with her cackles. “Since when were you so impatient, huh? If I could wait six months to make sure you were into me before making a move, you can wait, like, six hours to finish the best stuffing of your life so far. It’s like that one old white dude somewhere said- ‘Good things come to those who wait’.”

“It was a woman who said that, actually.”

“Hey, all the better!” Kat drummed her fingers on Tasha’s tight belly, which gurgled loudly in response. “If something from a woman lasted through centuries of patriarchal bullshit, then you know that it was important.”

“It’s not centuries old. It’s, like, seventy years old, max.”

Kat frowned. “Look, no matter how technically wrong I was, I’m still right overall. So either chill out until later or kindly direct your horniness at the nearest plate of nachos.” Kat thought for a moment. “To eat. Please don’t fuck the nachos. That’s gross and I’m gonna want some later.”

“Pffft!” Tasha started to giggle. Kat grinned and scooted closer. She ran a finger around the peak of Tasha’s belly, hitting all the right spots around her navel. That sobered Tasha up right quick.

As she continued rubbing, Kat leaned in close and purred, “Besides… who says we can’t have some fun while we wait for everything to settle? Just so long as we save our energy for later, a bit of playtime isn’t out of the question…”

Tasha gulped. Ok, maybe she could manage a little movement with her belly like this. Just a little.

--------------------------------------------------------------

Tasha blinked awake. When had she fallen asleep? She blearily looked around. She was still on the couch and it was noticeably later than before. The sunlight didn’t even make it into the window before, but now it was against the far wall, speckling it with orange rays.

The still sleepy woman went to sit up but gasped softly as her tight middle protested the sudden movement. Her belly had shrunk a bit, but not nearly as much as it normally would have after a post-stuffing nap. The all-day thing had had an effect already. Her skin was still a bit tight under her fingers and she felt so very heavy. Was she really going to eat more when she was still this full and round…?

As if in response, her belly let out a loud, wet growl. She wasn’t hungry in the least yet the desire to stuff her fat face was rising by the second. It didn’t help that Kat had stayed true to her word and kept all of their friskiness earlier relatively light and clean. Some cuddling, some making out, and a lot of groping, but nothing major, so Tasha still had plenty of gas left in the engine. Actually, if anything, abstaining had only made her more horny. Speaking of which, where was her tasty, schmexy gal pal?

Tasha pushed herself into a sitting position, then heaved herself up onto her feet. Her gut rumbled angrily and she wobbled on her feet while trying to get used to her currently unbalanced body. God, her gut felt so much heavier now that she standing… and she wanted it even heavier.

Tasha shuffled her way over to the kitchen. If Kat was in the apartment, this was the room she was most likely to be in today. And, as expected, there she-

Whoa. Whoa mama, Kat had been busy.

Kat was lying splayed out on her kitchen counter asleep, a seemingly drunken smile plastered on her face. The rest of the pasta bowls that Kat hadn’t finished earlier were stacked in the sink above her head and several empty boxes of cereal and bags of chips littered the floor. Tasha didn’t know how long it had been since their lunch stuffing but Kat’s gut hadn’t shrunk an inch. In fact, it looked even bigger.

Tasha gulped. She stepped forward quietly, being careful to avoid the debris on the floor, and gently put a hand on Kat’s bare belly. It was so solid and firm… there was a thin layer of chub already developing over her midriff, but underneath that chub, it was hard to the touch. Kat smacked her lips and smiled wider. Tasha couldn’t help but smile as well.

Then her smile turned devious as she heard Kat’s belly gurgle loudly. She’d woken up to plenty of food that morning, so it was only right that she, as a good girlfriend, return the favor that night, right? Of course, cooking was out of the question considering where Kat’s perfect body was sprawled at the moment, but she’d already mentioned that ordering take-out was the plan for dinner.

Tasha wobbled her way back out of the kitchen to look for her phone. Her grin grew wider as she scrolled through the various take-out places she’d added to her contacts over the last few months. Let’s see… should she order a quarter of the menu from each place? Or half? Maybe even a few doubles of her and Kat’s favorites? Decisions, decisions…

--------------------------------------------------------------

The whole apartment was drowned in the intoxicating smell of fattening food. Tasha let the last bag of heavy food thump onto the floor next to the coffee table since the table itself had long since run out of space. She looked at the buffet-sized spread in front of her and bit her lip. Ok, maybe Tasha had gone a bit overboard when ordering, letting her libido take the reigns. But it would all get eaten before it went bad, whether that be today, tomorrow, or the following week, so there was no harm, right? Right?

Tasha’s ears perked up as the sound of bare feet on tile and crinkling plastic sounded from the kitchen. She turned to watch as Kat poked her head out of the kitchen, eyes half-closed and nose twitching. “Mmmmm… it smells like a heart attack out here…” Her tired eyes widened as they fell upon the source of the aroma. “...Wow. Yeah, that’d do it.”

“I got a bit peckish, so I ordered some stuff. Hope you don’t mind?” Tasha teased, walking towards the kitchen.

“Mind?” Kat asked, opening up her arms. She wrapped them around Tasha once she was close enough and nuzzled the top of her head. “Tash, you could cram our whole bedroom to the roof with take-out and I wouldn’t mind.”

Tasha could feel Kat’s belly pressing hard into her own. The two firm masses made the embrace hard to pull off, yet still just as intimate. “Though…” Kat continued, taking a step back from Tasha. “I could’ve sworn that someone was too full to eat another bite today. That they might pop or something. What happened to that, huh?”

A bit of heat rushed to Tasha’s cheeks. She glanced away from Kat. “S-So what? The food’s here now and I’m hungry. W-Well, not hungry, but… y’know… uh…”

Kat chuckled and pecked Tasha’s forehead. “I will never understand how you can switch between being a top and a bottom so quickly.”

“H-Hey!” Tasha started, but Kat was already walking past her. The shorter woman’s face was fully flushed now. Damnit! Why was she so sporadically confident!?

She spun around and followed behind Kat. Kat’s cut-off nightshirt normally hung loosely just past her breasts, but it was now resting on top of her bloated gut. A gut that stuck straight out in front of her, round and sturdy. She looked like she was late in her second trimester… God, Tasha just wanted to give it a good smack or two…

Kat leaned down and opened up the bag closest to her. It was from a local burger joint that did deliveries called Happy Jonathon’s. Tasha didn’t know anything about Jonathon, but she knew how happy his burgers made her and Kat. And that bag was just one of two, each with four juicy burgers in them. Tasha’s mouth was watering already just thinking about them…

A loud grumble rose out above the rustling of the take-out bag. Tasha’s face burned bright red. How was her stomach rumbling like that when she was this full!? What the hell, body!?

Kat turned to stare at Tasha, then burst out laughing. “Ha! Looks like you weren’t joking about being peckish after all!”

“Sh-Shut it!” Tasha demanded, crossing her arms over her heavy gut. “That was just some stuff moving around!”

Kat raised an eyebrow. “Oh? So you’re telling me that you don’t want this-” She opened up a small box from the bag and pulled out a double cheeseburger loaded everything, bringing it to her lips. “-and that I can have it all instead? If you’re still full, then I couldn’t possibly force you to eat any more…”

This was definitely a bait, but the idea of Kat eating all those burgers without Tasha getting any. Actually, Kat eating all of them didn’t sound bad at all… no, but Tasha wanted them too! “N-No, that’s not what I meant, I… I have some room left, so you don’t have to-”

“Oh, good!” Kat interjected. She moved the burger from her own mouth to Tasha’s, holding it expectantly in place. “Here, then. Open wide!”

Tasha had been trained too well. Months of stuffings and feedings made her mouth open automatically to the tempting presence of food. However, she had no excuses for moving herself to the burger instead of waiting for Kat to push it into her mouth. No excuses other than an overwhelming desire to devour that whole burger right then and there, anyways.

The whole burger was gone within a minute. Tasha breathed a contented sigh as she licked her lips clean. She felt pleasantly full again as if the burger had perfectly filled up the space her body had made from digestion. But ‘pleasantly full’ wasn’t the goal here. Not by a landslide.

Kat held up another burger in front of Tasha’s mouth and, without a moment’s hesitation, Tasha started to devour it as well. And the next. Somehow, despite her already heavy middle, she managed to keep up her unhealthy pace until the end of her fourth burger.

Tasha panted, her hands grabbing her belly. “Ooooh, I’m so full…” She groaned. But despite her complaint, a new burger was soon in front of her mouth. Then in her mouth, since she, of course, wasn’t about to turn down the mouthwatering food.

Kat grabbed Tasha’s hand and started pulling, guiding her forward. Tasha, focusing entirely on the burger in front of her face, followed without question. She let Kat direct her to the couch and gratefully sat down. Her belly felt significantly less tight and heavy while sitting down, giving her the push she needed to rip through the fifth and then sixth burgers. But halfway through the second, she stopped and grimaced, gripping her gut. “N-No, I *HIC* can’t, I *oof* I’m too… too full…”

The couch creaked as Kat knelt on the cushion next to Tasha. As she did, Tasha was once again reminded of how much more mobile Kat was than Tasha while stuffed. Was it because Kat was more used to it? Or because Kat was in better shape? Either way, she was still moving as if she only had a small food baby instead of the giant food twins she was currently sporting.

Kat caressed the side of Tasha’s belly as she said, “It’s fine, Tash. There’s plenty of time to fit the rest in this lovely ball belly of yours~.”

Tasha swallowed hard. “Wh-What about you?”

“Me too, of course,” Kat responded. She took a bite of the half-burger she was still holding, chewed and swallowed. “But based on earlier today, you’re more likely to give up without a little… help. I just want to make sure you get everything out of today that you can. You were oh-so patient, after all- and patience deserves to be rewarded, right?”

Oh boy. Tasha’s belly was already at its max again, with her entire belly distended from top to bottom. She couldn’t imagine cramming another bite into herself… but… maybe just a nibble here and there wouldn’t hurt…

Slowly, across several minutes, Kat fed Tasha the rest of the half of the burger. Each bite felt heavy in her throat going down and almost seemed to sink into her gut, but she did manage to fit it all. After that, Kat opened up a box of fried rice and helped herself to it, eating at a reasonable pace for a change. By the time she was done, Tasha’s stomach had settled a bit, and Kat pulled out the eighth and final burger and fed it to her piece by piece.

It was like this that the two spent the next several hours. The light through the window rose up the wall until it disappeared into the shadows on the ceiling. Kat heaved herself to her feet to turn on the lights at that point, then shifted most of the bags closer to the couch for easier reach. Then she returned to her semi-kneeling position next to Tasha, where she stayed for the next few hours.

Tasha was crammed full beyond belief. After every bite, she swore that she was going to burst. After every swallow, she swore she could feel her skin stretching. And yet, after a short rest each time, she would still accept the next bite from Kat. She had done plenty of swearing in her life, so each time she swore she was at her max, she reasoned that it was just yet another swear. And by that logic, she could keep going.

Also, the tension of her compact insides was pressing hard on her lungs and her nethers and was turning her on like never before. That certainly helped keep her motivation high.

Meanwhile, Kat was starting to have real difficulties. Her gut had already been bigger than Tasha’s and it had quickly resumed swelling since Kat had topped herself off while Tasha had been napping, so it was absolutely massive from the countless take-out packages that had been emptied into it. Kat had been smart to avoid sitting down. If she was having this much trouble in this easy-to-get-up position, then she would’ve been immobile ages ago sitting down.

Kat had taken to feeding Tasha two dishes before helping herself to one about an hour ago in order to stay mobile, so Tasha had started to overtake her in size, but that didn’t mean much when they were both already so big. Kat’s nightshirt was just a glorified bra by now and, from the glimpses Tasha got while Kat was leaning for more food, her briefs were being forced down her ass by her lower belly. And speaking of her lower belly, the taller woman looked genuinely inflated from how round and swollen her lower belly was. And Tasha was no doubt in a similar state. They were both being crammed to the very limit with food from head to toe!

Tasha’s heart was racing in her chest as she hastily swallowed a mouthful of sugary crêpe from a place downtown. She gingerly ran her fingers over her stomach. She was so insanely tight that her senses were on overdrive. Even the lightest of touches were making her tremble from excitement and pleasure, her body surging with heat from every gentle brush of Kat’s overloaded gut or a passing caress from her hands. And from the gasps and whimpers that Kat made whenever Tasha got handsy with her feeder, she could tell that she was in the same boat. They were both reaching their limits in more ways than one. The only question was… who would give first?

Tasha got her answer when Kat finally colla[sed against the couch in the middle of a serving of California rolls, panting hard. “No… more… can’t… *UUORP* eat… any… more…”

Whatever will had been driving Tasha forward melted in that one instant. She went limp in place, moaning mournfully as her stomach pulsed under her fingertips. Cramps and aches and tension raked her body as she finally came to terms with just how absurdly overpacked she was. In fact… her eyes darted between herself and Kat. A wide grin cracked her lips. “I… ha, I’m… I’m  bi- *HIC-URP* bigger… ha… he… ha…”

Kat took a moment to do her own comparison, then gave a smile of her own. “So… you are… ha *uuuUUuurp* ha…”

Tasha was proud of herself for a brief moment, then her mind was quickly overtaken by a spasm of pure bliss as Kat ran a hand down the length of Tasha’s taut gut. The taller woman held her breath as she heaved herself up, her massive belly barely even wobbling anymore from being packed to the brim. She leaned forward, leaning over Tasha’s belly while bringing her mouth to Tasha’s collarbone. “I’ve… always wanted… someone that could… keep up with me…” Kat breathed softly. She nibbled on Tasha’s neck, but the hand that was still on her gut made her toes curl more than her teeth were at this point.

“A-Aaah- Aaaaaah~!” Tasha’s back spasmed as every exalting sensation in the world coursed through her overstimulated body. She reached up and lifted Kat’s mouth from her neck up to her mouth. She didn’t need any cutesy nibbles or any of that bullshit right now. She needed Kat, and she needed her NOW.

Tasha wasn’t sure how they managed to make it to the bed in the blur of glutted passion that followed, but one thing was for sure - their bed was creaking much louder that night than it ever had before.

=====================================================================

I was so jazzed to get this one out that I totally forgot to include this little end bit, heh. It was a bit late, but it was still the 22nd somewhere when posted, sooo... safe!

The next fic will be up on the 27th-29th PST, then the Patreon-exclusive Ryuko fic will be up on the 29th-31st. My job is gonna be intensive this next week, but I'll try my very best to keep everything as close to on track as possible. See y'all later!