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In the morning, you wake up first and find that the sun is already high. You check your phone, which has a few messages from a variety of folks. You dismiss your text messages, resolving to answer them later, and perk up when you notice an email from your brokerage firm. Sure enough, your massively profitable stock sales have gone through, and your account has been credited. You grin from ear to ear as you set your phone down and roll over to spoon with Val.
"Hey..." You whisper,
"Hmm?" Val says, still half asleep.
"My transaction went through. That means yours did too."
"Mmm...." She happily presses her back and butt firmly into you.
You nibble her ear and whisper, "That means we're officially rich."
Val wakes up enough to realize the truth of what you said, then rolls over and hugs you. "I guess we are," she smiles, snuggling back into you. You lay with Val for a little bit, before her stomach growls and spurs the two of you to start your day.
The two of you shoot Lena some cutsey good-morning messages, then quickly go through Val's morning yoga routine in your underwear. You take a few pictures of each other as you pose and stretch, and send them to Lena as well. Lena replies with appreciative texts, and eventually manages to send a cute selfie from work. She's wearing a purple blouse with a gray pencil skirt, both of which are a bit snug. You and Val grin as you look over the picture, and send some flirty comments back.
Val's stomach grumbles again. "Ok, time to feed me," she laughs.
You lead Val to the kitchen, sit her down at the table, and serve her some biscuits and chocolate milk right away. "Do you want me to cook you anything?" you ask.
"If you're offering, then bacon and eggs, please," she replies.
You say, "Sure thing," and light the stove. You also start some coffee brewing.
Val gets up, glass of chocolate milk in hand, and throws some bread into the toaster. As the two of you wait, she asks, "So, are we going to do anything fun today?"
You think for a minute, prodding the sizzling eggs and bacon. You reply, "Well.... There's gonna be a lot of paperwork with handling our profits, but that's not exactly fun. Lena is still coming over for dinner right?"
Val nods, "Yeah, I told her to come over around six."
You poke at the half-cooked eggs, and answer her, "Let's hang out at the park for a while today."
Val smiles, and kisses you on the cheek. "Great idea."
She returns to the table and nibbles at some biscuits as she watches you cook. Soon, you're distributing the bacon and eggs onto plates with some toast and you sit down with Val.
"This is a good life," Val smiles, "I can't believe I almost went without it."
You take a bite of food and agree, "It's definitely better than I expected."
"So.... Paperwork?"
You nod, "Yeah. We need to file taxes and stuff."
Val nods and eats a forkful of eggs. She swallows then grins, "Hey, that's my line!”
You grin back and grab her hand. Val grips back, and the two of you finish breakfast. Val scoops the last bit of eggs into her mouth, then leans back and pats her stomach, "Ah, that hit the spot," then she winks, "For now."
You stand and finish off your coffee, smiling. Val stands and takes your hand, "C'mon, let's get dressed then head over to the park." She holds your hand as she walks toward her room.
You and Val peel off your underwear and start putting on new outfits. Val decides to dress in snug knee-length leggings and a pink tanktop. The material is tight around her thighs and stomach, and very low-cut. You kiss her as you admire the view. Val giggles, "You're not so bad yourself."
The two of you grab your things and walk out the door, headed towards the park. The sun is high in the sky, and there's a cool breeze, making the weather downright lovely. You and Val walk along, chatting idly. After a few minutes of silence, you notice her looking at you with a smile.
"What?" You ask.
"Nothin'," she says.
"You're grinning from ear to ear like it's Christmas, you better tell me."
Val nods,
"I'm just... Happy. I don't know what I was ever stressed about last night. We're rich, and the Lena thing we'll just play it as it goes. She'll definitely tell us if she's not happy!"
She continues to smile as you walk.
You reply, "Yeah. I know it's a lot of changes very suddenly, but I think they're all good changes. It's natural to be a little nervous, but we can handle it like adults."
"Exactly!" Val says, grinning.
You arrive at the park, and find it nearly empty. The two of you start making a lazy circuit around the park trail, not really going anywhere in particular. Soon, the two of you are sitting on a bench, looking at the trees and other foliage around. Val says, "I really like it here. You?"
You smile, kissing her, "Same. It's just so peaceful, especially with nobody around."
You look around and confirm that the two of you are in fact quite alone. Next you lean in and kiss Val more deeply. Her hands, which were resting on your shoulders, immediately grab your hair as she kisses you back with equal passion. You cheekily giggle, and gently slip your hand over the waistband of her leggings. She gasps in surprise, but gives no resistance as you slowly stroke her folds. Your ears are ready to hear a pin drop, and unfortunately soon enough you hear some footsteps in the distance. Val does too, and her body tenses slightly. You gently but quickly take your fingers out of her and try to look innocent. Nobody who sees your impish grin would be fooled, though.
The two of you just look at each other and quietly laugh as the adult couple walks right past. They give you a quick look, then return to their own business, walking past without saying anything. You give Val a reassuring smile, and she returns a mischievous smile. The two of you steal another quick kiss, then Val cocks her head to the side.
"So I'm ready for some real lunch," she says.
"Oh yeah?" you reply.
"Yeah," Val says, drumming her fingers on her stomach, "There's a cafe I really like not far from here. It's got a great vibe, and great food."
"It does?"
"Mm-hmm. So are you ready to go?"
You nod eagerly, and the two of you begin heading towards the cafe.
"So what's the name of this place?" You ask, "I'm a little surprised you were holding out a restaurant on me."
"Oh, it's called The Mailbox Cafe," Val says.
"Odd name," you say as you walk.
"Meh, trust me, it's great."
"Then how come we're only just now heading there?"
Val gently blows a raspberry with her tongue, "Guess we've been having too much fun eating our way through everywhere else first."
The two of you continue on in a comfortable silence, and soon arrive at the cafe.
The Mailbox Cafe is a cozy little cafe with a quaint old-timey mailbox out front. Amazing smells waft out from the front door, beckoning you inside.
You glance at Val, who winks. The two of you walk into the cafe. It's before the lunch rush, so it's nearly empty aside from a few other patrons scattered throughout. You look around and decide to sit at a table in a corner. You look over to a front counter, and Val says that you're supposed to order your food there.
"Let's order some food. There's nobody here, so we don't need to worry about losing our seat."
You nod and follow Val to the counter. She begins by ordering a crepe platter, a pair of large BLT sandwiches, and a large fruit smoothie. You follow suit with a BLT of your own. The cashier is a tired-looking twenty-something man. He happily takes your orders and gives you a receipt. You and Val then return to your table and wait for your food. You and Val make small talk for a few minutes as the food is prepared. Before you know it, dishes are being deposited in front of you and your girlfriend.
"I don't even need to ask if you're going to eat all that," you say with a smirk as you look over Val's huge meal.
"Of course," Val says.
You both begin eating, and the food is delicious. The two of you eat at a leisurely pace, enjoying the atmosphere and feeling comfortable in the cushioned dining chairs. You finish your sandwich fairly quickly. Breakfast wasn't all that long ago, and the sandwich was tasty... Yet, you're still feeling vaguely peckish. You push the feeling down and watch Val eat. The blonde woman is shoveling her food into her mouth as if she's afraid it might suddenly stop being available. Val beams and does a cute little seated dance as she eats, and soon enough she's inhaled her crepes and one of the BLT sandwiches.
"I still want more," Val complains, pouting.
"Well how convenient that you got yourself another sandwich and that smoothie there."
Val laughs.
"You know, I've been thinking," she says.
"Uh-oh," you say.
Val puts down her utensil and gives you a stare.
"I want to stay with you," Val says.
"Well of course, you are my girlfriend."
Val's face becomes serious.
"No... Like, maybe this is a little sudden, but it's fitting with the spirit of the last few days. How would you feel about us moving in together?" Val asks.
"Uh, that's a pretty huge step," you reply.
"I know. But I feel like we're ready. Like, I'm ready."
You take a long moment to think before replying. To stall for time, you reach across the table and gather up some leftover syrup from Val's plate. You suck the syrup off of your finger, look towards Val, and reply,
"You know what, I think I agree with you."
"You do?"
"Yes. We've been together for a while, and I think now is the right time to make a move."
"You're agreeing to move in with me?"
You grin at Val and take her hand, "Yes, I am. It's not like I'm spending much time at my place anyways. But..."
You stop yourself from saying "maybe" or something similar.
"But what?" Val asks.
"I have an idea. Instead of me moving in with you, why don't we look for a new place? Some place where we can live together?" you reply.
Val smiles and squeezes your hand.
"That sounds like a good idea, I think. I like my condo, but it might be kinda small if we're gonna be living together full-time. And to say nothing of Lena being with us."
"Mhm," you grunt in reply, "We don't need to decide right away, but I think I'm really liking the idea."
Val grins and returns to her meal, daintily beginning to drain her fruit smoothie. "I think I'd like a proper house," she says. "Like, big enough for a pool or something."
"We should be able to manage that," you reply with a shrug.
"A pool would be awesome," Val says, "I know we aren't exactly filthy rich, but between the two of us we should have a lot of options."
Val takes another gulp of her smoothie, stifles a burp, and glances at you with surprise. "Oh! I just suggested yet another big step, didn't I? Pooling our money... There I go, pushing the boundaries again..."
Val's shoulders slump, but you take her hand and say, "Hey, it's alright. You're just excited about getting a new place. Yes, the financial side of it is a big deal, and we probably should let Lena have a say in this as well. I really like the idea of getting a house together, we just don't need to make any lasting decisions right away, ok?"
Val raises her head and smiles. "You're right of course," she says. "It's just... I really want a pool. With a diving board."
You laugh and nod in return.
"Feeling inspired by the place Jen's folks have?" You ask with a smirk.
"Maybe," Val admits, "Or maybe I think it'd be nice to host pool parties for all our friends."
"Yeah," you reply. "Definitely. And pool parties are so far 100 percent at getting us each a cute chubby new girlfriend."
Val giggles brightly and returns to her food.
Soon, Val is down to the last scraps of her BLT, and she pushes the last morsel past her lips with an extended finger. She swallows it, and leans back into her chair, patting her belly contentedly.
"Ah," she sighs, "The beast is happy for now. Though of course I'm already thinking about how I'm gonna glut myself for dinner..."
You laugh aloud.
"Yeah, me too," you reply.
She raises an eyebrow. "Oh? Thinking of me being glutted? Or perhaps yourself?"
"Both," you admit.
Val titters in reply.
"Well then," she grins, "I know we just ate, but do you have any ideas for dinner?"
You raise an eyebrow, and take a moment to think.
"There's a grocery store nearby, right?" you ask.
Val nods.
"Yeah, it's not too far from here," she says.
"Well," you offer, "Maybe we could try making some fancy macaroni and cheese?"
"Tuscan style?" Val asks hopefully. "With freshly grated Parmesan cheese? And a dash of hot pepper?"
"Sure," you nod, "Why not?"
Val smiles brightly and gets up from the table. She grabs both of your hands in hers, and pulls you up from your seat.
"Thank you, my cute one," she smiles.
The two of you bus your empty dishes and leave the cafe. As you walk, you discuss the ingredients you'll need and assemble a shopping list.
Soon enough, you've reached the grocery store. You step inside, and begin looking around. It's fairly quiet, as it is a weekday, but there aren't many checkout lanes and shoppers are backing up. Val takes your hand and gently leads you towards the pasta aisle. The two of you look over the noodles for sale, deciding what option is the fanciest. You aren't really into fine dining, but even you'll admit that the Tuscan-style noodles are a bit nicer than the regular old kind. You shrug, and grab a couple of boxes. The pasta is extra-large shells, and they should go great with the other ingredients.
Your grocery list is pretty short, and in a few minutes you and Val have gathered everything you'll need in a basket. Shell pasta, fresh Parmesan cheese, ham, and some fresh spices all sit happily in the basket, and the two of you decide which checkout line to join. You settle in behind a middle-aged lady, who is in turn behind a young family. You do your best to be patient as the cashier rings up everybody's items. Val half-reads the tabloid magazines as she waits, and you idly scroll on your phone. Soon enough, it's your turn to check out your items.
The cashier looks bored out of her mind, but she efficiently rings up your selections. You scan your credit card to pay, then grab the bags and walk out of the store with Val. You start working your way back to Val's place, and make some small talk as you go. The weather is still pleasant, and the gentle warmth of the sun lifts your spirits.
Val turns to you with an oddly serious look and says, "The weather is so nice today... Anon, I want you to promise me something."
"Uh oh," you reply, mostly serious.
"It's nothing bad!" Val laughs then explains, "But I do want you to promise that no matter how fat I get, you won't let me miss lovely days like this."
A smile cracks your face and you reply, "Of course! Val, I promise you won't miss any of these perfect days, even if I have to roll you outside."
She gives your hand a squeeze, then lets go.
"Thank you, my love," she smiles back.
You share a couple more smiles as you walk.
Val quietly laughs to herself again.
"What is it?" You ask.
"Nothing," She replies, "Just imagining being so fat that you'd have to roll me around. Is it weird that I kinda like imagining being at your mercy?"
You smirk and give her hand another squeeze.
"Not at all, I quite like it too."
Soon enough, you reach Val's apartment building. Val extracts her keys from her purse and opens the lock to her door with practiced ease. The two of you stroll in and deposit your new groceries on the kitchen counter. Both of your phones buzz simultaneously - that can only mean a group message from Lena. You and Val both check your phones. Sure enough, it's an update from the other girl that she's gonna have to work a little late. Val's broad shoulders noticeably slump, but she's the first the text back to Lena.
"About how late will you need to stay today?" She asks.
"Oh, not that bad, maybe like an extra hour," Lena texts back.
Val smiles and turns to you. You nod, and Val takes your signal to continue texting with Lena.
"Oh ok. Well Anon and I will just start cooking dinner a little later than we planned. We're gonna make fancy macaroni and cheese!" Val finishes her message with a flirty emoji.
You smirk. "Lena isn't gonna know what hit her."
Val giggles. "I think that's exactly what she's counting on."
Lena replies, "That sounds amazing! Sorry I won't really be able to bring anything this time, but I can make it up later. I'll let you know when I'm heading your way!"
You and Val send back some cutsey replies then turn towards each other.
You say, "Well we've got some time before we need to start cooking. Anything you want to do?"
Val thinks for a moment, before replying,
"I could brew up some tea and we could just chill for a bit?"
"Sure," you reply, "Sounds good."
A few minutes later the two of you settle into the couch with some news on the TV. You snuggle into Val as the presenter talks about current events. Soon enough, you drift off to sleep with the sound of her voice still in your ears.
You start awake some time later, and you hear Val giggling somewhere off to the side. You find your head on her lap and your neck slightly cricked, and Val gently strokes your hair. You look up to see her grinning at you, with her other arm draped over the back of the couch.
"I didn't think you were much of a napper." She says.
You blink your eyes and sit up with a groan, then tilt your head from side to side. You then shift to settle back down next to Val, gently gripping her thigh.
"I can't help it if you're comfy to lay on," you say.
"You're not even awake yet."
"Don't care. It was still the best nap I've had in a long time."
Val smirks, but doesn't reply. You feel your body and mind re-awakening, and you turn your attention to the TV. The news is on, and you see a familiar face on TV. It's the Mayor of Klyton.
You sip your now-cold tea as the news anchor says, "A story that should never have made national news is continuing to plague the city of Klyton. The ongoing mystery of the so-called 'Klyton Killer' has claimed its fourth victim. Mayor Norman Bower, age 73, was found dead in his home this morning. A note was found near his body, which simply read: 'Klyton will fall today.' Any and all information regarding this crime is welcome to law enforcement."
You exchange an uneasy glance with Val, your tea suddenly tasting much less refreshing.
She chuckles nervously, "Guess we won't be visiting Klyton any time soon, huh?"
"I guess not..."
You finish your tea and put the cup aside. Val reaches across you, grabs the remote, and changes the channel.
"Let's watch something else," she says gingerly.
She scrolls through the channels until she lands on a game show. The two of you watch the show as your unease starts to fade. The two of you play along with the game show, and even manage to get a lot of the questions right. Eventually an alarm goes off on Val's phone, and she starts to get up.
"We need to start cooking soon if we want to have dinner ready for Lena," she explains.
You slowly start to get up as well, and follow Val out of the living room. You walk into the kitchen, and find her grabbing a knife off the counter.
"I'll start chopping up the veggies and meat, can you handle prepping the pasta?" she asks.
"Yeah, no problem," you reply.
You find a large pot under the counter, then fill it with water and place it on the stove. Val hands you the package of macaroni shells out of the fridge, then starts dicing some red peppers.
Before long, the water is boiling and you're tipping the pasta shells in. Val has started pan-frying some cubes of ham, and the kitchen is steadily filling with wonderful smells. You fish out one of the pasta shells and take a bite, finding it at perfect al dente chewiness. You scramble to get a strainer in the sink, then drain out the pot, creating a merry cloud of steam. You shake the remaining water from the strainer, then return the pasta to the pot.
"Should we put the stove on simmer to keep it hot?" you ask.
"No need, everything will go into the baking dish soon enough," Val explains.
You survey the other pans on the stove. Diced red peppers and cubes of ham sizzle happily on a front burner, and a gooey cheese sauce gently bubbles in the back.
"I've got it from here, honey," Val declares, kissing you on the cheek and gently pushing you to the side.
One by one, Val empties each pan into the casserole dish. Shells, meat, and cheese sauce all pile up. She then sprinkles some hot pepper atop the mix, grates a generous layer of Parmesan cheese, then adds another dash of pepper powder. Val slides the baking dish into the oven, straightens up, and looks at you with a pleased smile.
"How much time do we need?" you ask.
Val glances at the oven clock, "30 minutes, maybe 40."
You nod, and wrap your arms around Val's waist.
"It smells amazing," you whisper.
"That's because it's made with love," Val beams back, and kisses you.
You stare into each others eyes, feel the warmth of each others body, and enjoy it for all it's worth. You feel Val's stomach rumble. She giggles.
"Guess we got that started just in time, huh?" You joke.
Val smiles, then your stomach grumbles in sympathy.
"Well if your stomach is hungry too..." she laughs.
"For whatever you cook, always," you reply and give Val a quick kiss.
Val smiles and laughs back, "Careful with a promise like that, you've seen what I cook and how much!"
You shrug and rest your head on Val's chest.
"Meh, what's the worst that could happen? We get fat together? Doesn't sound so bad," you say.
Val giggles warmly and whispers, "Just promise me you'll never leave."
"Now that, I can promise," you say evenly and sincerely.
Val rests her chin atop your head, and you can feel the contentment in her body. Your phones both buzz. You take a few moments to enjoy the embrace, then pull away to check the message. Sure enough, Lena is on her way.
"Shit," Val sighs, "We need to get ready."
"We are!" You reply, then glance at your phone.
"Oh shit, it's already been ten minutes."
Val pats your shoulder, "Let's finish prepping everything."
"Ok."
In a few minutes, 3 places are set atop the dining table, and sides consisting of bread rolls and a garden salad await your attention. The two of you hang out in the living room for a bit, then return to extract the now-baked macaroni casserole from the oven. The top of the rich concoction is perfectly crispy, and cheese bubbles temptingly through the crust. You've scarcely settled the dish on the kitchen counter, when you hear a knock at the door.
Val claps with excitement as the two of you scamper over to answer it. You open it to find a smiling Lena, looking at the two of you. She's unsurprisingly still dressed in the same smart businesswear from earlier.
"Hey cutie, come on in!" Val says.
Lena crosses the threshold, drops her purse, and holds out her arms for a three-way hug. You oblige, and feel your awkwardness melt away as you wrap your arms around the warm body in front of you.
"I've missed this," Lena smiles.
Val shifts Lena in her arms, drawing the smaller woman's head into her cleavage. Lena smiles goofily and Val laughs, "It's been like less than a day!"
Lena replies with closed eyes, "I can still miss this, right?" She rests her head against Val's chest and smiles, eyes fluttering as she hugs Val tightly. Amidst the tangle of arms and bodies, you run a hand along Lena's hip. She bites her lip and lets out a gentle moan.
Lena's eyes slowly open then scan from you to Val, "So I was told there'd be food? Something smells amazing!”
Val smirks at you then looks to Lena, "You said you were hungry when you were leaving work. Let's feed you, hun."
"Yes!" Lena squeaks and squirms in Val's grip, trying to free herself, but failing.
Val releases you and Lena, gently squeezing her shoulder. Lena pinches your ass, pulls away and says, "I need to hit the bathroom real quick. Be right back!”
Lena ducks into the tiny guest bathroom, and you quickly turn to Val.
"Should we tell her about the house plan?" You whisper.
Val shakes her head, "Not right away. I should let the idea cool a bit anyways before getting serious."
You smile and grip Val's hand. She grips it back.
A few moments later, Lena reemerges from the bathroom and declares, "Alright! I am very ready to eat!"
Val ushers you and Lena to the dining table, then angles towards the kitchen.
"What can I get you to drink?" Val asks.
"I'll have a beer, please!" Lena says.
"I'll have whatever you're having," you say.
Val nods and steps into the kitchen, and you smile briefly at Lena.
You ask Lena, "So how was work?"
"It was alright. The office is implementing a new patient communication system."
A pair of sharp fizzy cracks from the kitchen herald some forthcoming beer. Lena continues, "Getting it working is harder than management expected."
A third crack, then a moment later Val returns with a trio of cans. She slips one to you and the other to Lena, then takes a draught from her can. Lena grabs it eagerly, taking a swig of her own.
You pick up your bowl, then nudge Lena to do the same. "Ready to dish up?" you ask her.
Lena raises an eyebrow, then replies, "Of course."
The three of you each rise to your feet and grab a bowl. You motion for Lena to go into the kitchen first. She pauses to take a long appreciative sniff of the macaroni casserole, a grin spreading across her face. You hand her a wooden serving spoon and Lena scoops a large helping of the cheesy dinner into her bowl. Val motions you to go next, and you take a generous portion, though less than Lena. Val characteristically fills her bowl to the brim. The three of you return to the table, set down your bowls, settle into your chairs, and dig in.
"Ahh! This is so good!" Lena declares.
"I second that," you say, bringing another bite to your mouth.
Val says nothing, but does flash a joyous smile as she scarfs down her food. Lena downs half her beer in one go, then asks for another. You bring her two more, setting them on the table in front of her. You eat at a moderate pace, mainly focused on watching your girlfriends chow down. Soon enough, Val's spoon clinks against the bottom of her bowl. She promptly gets up, heading back into the kitchen for another huge helping. Lena downs the remainder of her beer, then cracks open a second can. She makes a surprised squeak as a serving spoon appears in front of her and deposits a hearty refill into her bowl.
Lena cocks her head at her freshly-heaping portion and twists in her seat. Val is standing behind Lena, a broad smile on her face. Val bends down and kisses Lena on her head, saying, "You know I can't let you go hungry."
Lena laughs and replies, "I think you're managing that, and then some!”
Val smiles and kisses Lena just above the ear. She whispers, "True. That's my plan."
Lena kisses the side of Val's face before turning to you. She grabs both your hands in hers and beams at you. "Anon, I want you to know just how happy I am right now."
You take a moment to appreciate every detail of the scene. You gaze across the table and see Lena, her face smiling brightly. Val's eyes are closed, her face a mask of contentment. One of her arms is wrapped around Lena's torso, and her other hand holds a bowl overflowing with cheesy dinner. The smell of food permeates the air, and Lena's hands feel warm in your own. You give Lena's hands a gentle squeeze, then raise them to your lips to deliver a pair of kisses. You keep your eyes on Lena's face, staring into her eyes as she smiles. You say with honesty, "I'm happy too. With, just - everything, you know?”
Val's eyes open, and she grins at you. "I know, baby." She turns to Lena and says, "You're stuck with us, pretty girl."
Lena wraps her arms around Val and squeezes. She replies, "I know, and it's great."
Val releases Lena and returns to her seat with a happy sigh. She picks up her spoon, slowly twirling it as she says, "Ahh, my heart may be full, but my stomach still isn't. Time to fix that!”
Lena laughs and picks up her own spoon. You do likewise, and the meal resumes, this time with a modicum of small talk. After a few minutes, Lena sets her spoon down and shifts around in her seat. You raise an eyebrow, and she explains, "Stupid skirt is getting too tight, but I've got more eating to do."
Val joins you in staring intently at Lena, who doesn't seem flustered by the sudden attention. Her hands dip under the table, and a moment later, you hear a zipper open. Lena exhales and visibly relaxes, saying, "That's better. More room for my tummy." Apparently satisfied, Lena leans forward once more and resumes eating. Val leans across the table and says coyly to Lena, "I love watching you eat." Lena blushes and glances down, but her glowing smile speaks volumes.
The three of you eventually finish your meal, leaving a veritable wasteland of dishes in your wake. The crisp salad turned out to be a great complement to the heavy main course, and the bread rolls were seemingly made for sopping up the flavorful sauce. You're sated, but the girls look positively stuffed. Val doesn't particularly seem worse for wear, but Lena's eyes have a familiar far-off look in them.
Trying not to laugh, you ask, "Would this be a bad time to mention we have dessert as well?"
Lena's eyes snap open and she groans, slumping back in her seat. Val leans over and says helpfully, "Oh, you're gonna hate this, but we've got tiramisu and ice cream."
Lena rolls her head to look at Val, and replies, "That's the problem. I don't hate it!" Lena pats her stomach and continues, "I'll never be too stuffed for dessert, even if it means I'm rolling home."
Val smiles warmly at Lena and says, "Well, someone's a glutton."
Lena giggles and bites her lip, retorting, "That's rich coming from you. Besides, somehow I think you wouldn't have it any other way."
Val smiles and says to you, "Let's dessert."
You grin back at Val and reply, "Alright ladies. Do we want to eat dessert here, or would we rather move to the couch?"
"The couch," grumbles Lena.
Val smiles and says, "Let's go to the couch," as she stands from her chair.
You stand from your chair too, and Lena grunts as she starts to stand. Val goes into the kitchen to fetch the desserts, and you go around to Lena's spot. Sure enough, her skirt is unzipped, and her engorged stomach strains against her clothes.
You chuckle and say, "Mmm, Lena, you look like you're pretty full."
Lena looks down and smiles, then bites her lip. She looks up at you and says, "Definitely."
You draw up close behind Lena. Still feeling a twinge of unwarranted taboo, you wrap your arms around her middle. Lena moans the moment your hands touch her stuffed belly, and you say, "Don't you think you'd be more comfortable if you got out of those tight clothes?"
Lena's eyes brighten and she nods slowly. "Mm-hm," she breathes.
She shimmies out of her skirt, letting it fall to the floor, then she unbuttons her shirt.
"Lead me to the couch. I'm ready to be spoiled with lots of sweet treats," she whispers.
You nibble Lena's ear, then take her hand and lead her to the living room. She settles into the plush couch with a muffled plop, and you sit beside her.
You take a moment to look over Lena as she's sprawled out beside you. Her breasts nicely fill out a plain cream-colored bra, and her lacy black panties dig slightly into her hips. She looks at you with a slightly flushed face and expectant lips, and you lean in to oblige her.
Your lips press against hers, and she meets you with eagerness. Her arms snake around your back and pull you down on top of her, her own hands going to trap your head. The kiss deepens as the pair of you enjoy each other's company. Your hands wander from her stomach and across her bra to her back, then up to her bare shoulders.
You feel the couch shift as something or someone settles onto the far side. Even before you hear a familiar giggle, you know Val has returned with desserts. You pull back and see Lena sinking into the couch with a contented expression and closed eyes. You look up just in time to see Val plop a spoonful of ice cream on Lena's stomach.
"Eep! It's so cold!" Lena whimpers, her whole body tensing up.
"Well let me fix the problem I just created," Val purrs. She sets aside the carton, bends down, and starts licking the ice cream from Lena's belly.
"Oh, Val! That feels good," Lena sighs.
"Do you want more?" Val asks, her mouth still around Lena's belly.
"Please," she sighs.
Val reaches back for the carton, and you get an idea. You pick up the dish of tiramisu and say, "Open your mouth, Lena. We're gonna double up."
"Okay," she grins, opening her mouth.
You scoop up some of the cake with your spoon and slide it into Lena's mouth. She sighs happily, then abruptly tenses as Val plops some more ice cream onto her bare skin.
"Please, don't stop," she moans.
Val giggles sensuously as she licks up her treat and kisses Lena's skin. The three of you go on like this for a bit, with the occasional bite of ice cream or tiramisu being delivered to another mouth. Eventually Lena reaches up and unhooks her bra, revealing her plump tits.
"Ice cream. Nipples. Please," she moans.
Val fixes you with an excited grin, and deftly spoons a blob of vanilla ice cream onto each of Lena's nipples. Lena inhales sharply and arches her back, and you and Val simultaneously lean in to suck on Lena's tits.
"Oh my fucking god," she breathes.
You and Val both eagerly begin to suck and nibble at her nipples. She throws her head back and moans with ecstasy, as you lick up all the ice cream. And that's the best it's ever tasted. Your hand starts to wander down towards Lena's thighs. You trace the hem of her panties, but are surprised to feel her hand gently but firmly gripping your forearm. You look up at her with confusion.
Lena takes a quick breath or two and explains, somewhat apologetically, "I don't actually feel like fucking around tonight. I'm having a lot of fun right now, but my pussy needs to take a break. I hope that's ok..."
"Of course," you nod. "Sorry to bother you."
"It's ok, I'm not mad. Though I probably should have mentioned that a little earlier."
By now Val has paused too, looking towards you for guidance. Somehow she's now shirtless, and you think for a moment as you look over Val's body. Her torso still looks decidedly strong, but the slight squish over her waistband is testament to her appetite and the renewed effects of her medication regime. You lean forward and gently poke a finger into Lena's swollen tummy, gauging its fullness. Lena giggles in shock, and you say, "Hmm, I reckon you're pretty full, Lena. But I think you still need to pack in some more dessert before I'll let you go home." Val laughs and chimes in, "I'll second that, Anon."
Lena giggles and replies, "You're the bosses!" before opening her mouth expectantly.
You gather some more of the coffee cake and spoon it into Lena's mouth. Val follows with a spoonful of ice cream and a hint of force to fit it all into Lena's mouth. Lena's giggle is muffled by the helping of sweets, then she gradually chews and swallows the mouthful of desserts. You and Val repeat the process a few more times. Each round, Lena's chewing slows a little more, and her moans are becoming more of discomfort than pleasure.
Val glances at you, then down to Lena, "Had enough?" she asks.
Lena wipes some crumbs off of her face and sighs. Her hands trace circles on her bloated belly a few times, then she answers with closed eyes, "Just about. I want one more mouthful though. Make it a big one!”
You grin and say, "Coming right up!" You scoop up a sizable chunk of the remaining tiramisu, balance it on your spoon, then travel it over to Lena's waiting mouth. She catches the scent and opens up wide. You maneuver your spoon past her lips, then deposit your treat, flipping the spoon to drag across Lena's tongue and lips on the way out. Val's spoon is right behind yours, with a generous glob of vanilla goodness. Lena hums with excitement as Val packs the ice cream in, and settles deeply into the couch with bulging cheeks to chew her last bit of dessert. She smiles with a glowing but languid grin and sighs happily, one hand rubbing her belly, the other covering her eyes.
You and Val set aside your remaining desserts and lean in towards Lena. The two of you start gently massaging Lena's overstuffed stomach. Lena hums with a contented grin, and slowly opens her eyes. A lazy smile graces her lips, and she sighs, watching you two soothe the discomfort of her indulgence. "This feels really good, guys," she moans. You alternate between tracing circles with your palm and the tips of your fingers. Val follows your lead and says to Lena, "Good. We want to make you feel good."
Lena giggles and says, "Oh yeah. I'm in heaven." Her eyes flutter, and she leans back. She sighs and says,"It's basically a classic fatty cliche that certain foods are 'better than sex', but I think right now that's literally true." She laughs, then groans.
She pulls at the cushions and finds a better spot on the couch, then says, "I just need another minute or two. Then, it's gonna be your turn, Val." Lena's eyes train over and lock with your own, "Or maybe it'll be Anon's turn?”
You look into her eyes and see a spark of genuine desire. Lena continues, "Getting fed can be pretty damn hot if you're feeling into it, you know." She wiggles her eyebrows and bites her lower lip, and you find yourself nodding and giving a faint smile in response.
You eventually manage to reply, "Yeah, I'd bet. I dunno if I'm feeling up for it tonight."
Val nudges your shoulder with a grin, "Well that's alright, more for me then!”
Lena chuckles, then pulls herself into a sitting position with a quiet groan. She huffs and runs a hand over her bloated belly, then lets out a quiet small burp. "Oof, overdoing it is starting to feel like just enough..." Lena mutters.
You both watch her, grinning. You hear a crinkle of plastic off to the side and glance over to see Val getting into a container of cookies. Val locks eyes guiltily with you, but she steadily brings a chocolate chip cookie to her lips and takes a bite. She chews slowly, staring at you with a mouthful of cookie. Lena begins laughing, and the two of you glance at each other with puzzled looks.
Lena casts her glance between the two of you, then settles it onto Val. Lena says, "Val, I've always loved how you always know what you want."
Val swallows her bite of cookie, then looks over at Lena and replies, "I'm glad you find that trait endearing. I worry that I can cross over into being pushy, though."
Lena lets out a quiet small laugh, and says, "I wouldn't say that. You're just very upfront about what you want."
You chuckle, and the two girls look your way. You say to them, "Well, that makes two out of three. You can be pretty assertive yourself, Lena."
Her eyes narrow for a moment before she chuckles, "Well, I guess I was assertive." She leans in and plants a kiss on your cheek, then reaches towards the cookies with a small groan.
Lena holds a cookie in front of her face and smirks at Val, "Dearest Valentine, you've done such a good job of filling up my tummy, I'd be a neglectful lover if I didn't return the favor."
Val's mouth twists into an excited smile. Lena then gently braces the cookie between her lips and leans towards Val. Val responds in kind, quickly eating through the cookie, then finding Lena's sweetened lips. Lena kisses Val fiercely, and the two women lock in a passionate kiss that warms your heart. You sigh, thoroughly enjoying the show. Lena pulls away first, smiling.
She says, "Ok Val, get comfy. Anon and I are gonna fill up that greedy tummy of yours."
Val smiles and stretches out on the sofa, closing her eyes as she sinks into the cushions. You finally look to your side and take stock of the available dessert treats. There's still a decent amount of tiramisu remaining, the container of cookies is almost untouched, and there's a good amount of ice cream left too. Lena does the same, and your eyes meet. She grins and reaches for the cookies. You nudge the cookies over towards her hand, and she nestles them next to her thigh. Feeling inspired, you also slide the carton of ice cream towards her.
Lena accepts the ice cream with a look of confusion that gives way to interest. "I think I can do something with this," she chuckles.
You pick up the remaining tiramisu and settle next to Val as best you can. Lena has already dunked a cookie in the ice cream and has presented the treat to Val.
"Here you go, Val," she says eagerly.
Val accepts the treat with a small smile and a nod. She moans with pleasure as she bites into the sugary goodness. Val's moans are delightful, and watching her eat is always a turn on. Still, you have a job to do, and once she's finished the ice cream cookie, you've got a heaping spoonful of coffee cake ready for her.
She scarfs down the portion, then chews slowly. Val swallows and says to nobody in particular, "Ah, forgive me, father, for I have sinned," she says, laughing as she licks the spoon. "And I'm gonna sin a whole lot more," she continues with an impish grin.
You chuckle along with the confession, and it reminds you of a line in a movie you saw once. Something about the devil always smiling. Lena is immediately feeding another ice cream cookie to Val, a grin on her face. Just as Val is nibbling the last chunks, Lena says, "I don't think I've ever known you to say religious stuff. Where did that come from just now?"
"Oh, it's nothing," Val says, licking her lips and shrugging. You awkwardly hold a spoonful of dessert, waiting to see if Val continues. She gently but firmly grabs your wrist and drags the spoon to her mouth, inhaling the morsel. A moment later, Val does continue, "Just a fun saying from the old country the my family still throws around."
"The old country?" Lena asks. Val finishes yet another cookie and explains, "Yeah? In Eastern Europe? It's where my grandparents emigrated from."
Lena's eyes go distant for a moment, then she replies, "You know, I don't think you ever mentioned much about life back there."
"Oh, I didn't? Well, it's a long story...but it's not really important right now."
You shovel another heap of coffee cake into her expectant mouth. Val hums with delight and shifts on the couch as she feels her stomach expand from the onslaught of desserts.
She turns to Lena with a grin, "Lena, you've overthinking things again, aren't you?”
"I'm just a little wired from all the sugar," Lena says with a slight smile.
Val takes a bite out of another cookie, then pauses to say, "We'll do family story time eventually, ok?” Val then inhales the rest of the treat.
"Sure," Lena says, sounding very much like she means it.
A comfortable almost-silence then descends, the only sounds being Val's eating and the couch periodically shifting under the three of you. Time seems to vanish as you and Lena continue feeding Val. The spell is broken when Val reaches her hands down and rubs her engorged belly with a discomforted groan. She winces and stares at the ceiling for a few seconds, before looking at you. "Fuuuuuck, I'm so full..." She groans.
"But it feels so good..."
"I'm so full too..." Lena says, gently cradling her own full, protruding stomach. You can't help but laugh at the situation.
Lena glares at you with mild annoyance, "What's so funny? Laughing at the two beached whales you helped create?"
"No, it's just...," You can't stop yourself from smiling, "Ok, maybe a little."
Lena frowns, and you scramble to continue, "Hey, this was really fun though, right?”
Her frown softens, "Yeah, it was. All that food was so good..."
Val shudders slightly as you caress her overstuffed stomach, and Lena continues, "That said, I think it'd be even more fun if you were stuffed to bursting like us too, Anon."
Whatever you were going to say becomes an indignant strangled "wha-". Now it's Lena's turn to laugh, "A girl's gotta try!"
Your own frown gives way to a small grin.
"You know," you start to reply, "There's not much dessert left. It'd be a shame to waste it."
Val grunts unhappily and Lena makes a similar displeased sound.
"C'mon," you say cheekily, "It's only three cookies and a little coffee cake."
"Yeah, and a decent amount of ice cream, definitely more than I can handle," Lena pouts.
A small growl from Val suggests she's already decided.
"Nothing wasted," you hear her grumble.
With a shrug, you turn to Lena. She massages and pokes her belly, gauging its fullness and her discomfort. She closes her eyes and sighs, then looks at you and says, "Fine. One cookie each, and divide up the last bit of tiramisu, but you're going to eat the ice cream yourself."
Her face is flushed and her bottom lip protrudes in a pout. You chuckle and agree to her terms, though you're secretly hoping she'll change her mind. Lena grabs one of the remaining cookies and starts nibbling away at it. She hands one to Val, and the last one to you. You bite into it, shearing through several hearty chocolate chunks, and think as you chew. Mostly you think about how tasty the cookie is, but also about Lena, and about Val.
So much so that you're surprised to hear Lena's voice, "An-onnn..... Isn't there something you should be doing?”
With a start, you glance around and notice that both Lena and Val have finished their cookies and are looking expectantly at the tiramisu. You swallow the bite of cookie you're still chewing, then, "Oh, I'm sorry. I was lost in my thoughts..."
By now, Val has hauled herself back to a sitting position and is grinning. She says, "Well, you can think about how all of these calories will settle on us once we've polished off that cake."
Lena and Val look at you excitedly, and are sneaking little grabs and gropes at each other as they wait for you. Without another word, you reach down and divide the last chunk of cake with your fingers. You work roughly-equal portions into each of your hands, then reach over and simultaneously feed Val and Lena. Their tongues and lips clean every last crumb from your fingers and they moan and sigh into your hands.
Val is satisfied first, and leans back with an exhausted, satisfied sigh, her tongue hunting down any remaining crumbs on her face. Lena finishes shortly after, her eyes rolling up before closing and she sits for several seconds with a rapturous expression. Both of them then lean forward and plant a soft kiss on each cheek.
"Thank you, sweetheart." Val's voice is raspy with exhaustion.
Lena breathes, "God.... I could get used to this. I'm about to pop but I feel so good..." Her voice is a little deeper than Val's.
"We should do this more often."
Val grins and nods vigorously. Lena blinks slowly, and her face goes through several different emotions, surprise, then delight, then exhaustion before she grins and nods back. "Now there's one last thing you need to do for us," she says in a sultry voice.
"You're pretty sweet," she says, "But I think you could be sweeter."
She hands you the half-empty carton of ice cream and says, "Eat this ice cream, for me..."
Before you can do much else, she leans forward and plants a slow, soft kiss on your lips. Lena's tongue delicately flicks your lip as she pulls back, and she whispers, "It'll make me happy to see you eat..."
A shiver of lust tinged with fear runs through you as you realize you're expected to perform for these wonderful women. "You're gonna make me so fat," you whisper back to Lena, and sit down on the coffee table facing the girls.
You dig your spoon into the soft ice cream and bring some to your lips. You close your eyes and concentrate. You savor the sweet flavor, finding surprising depths in what should be a boring vanilla flavor. Leave it to Val to always spring for the fancy stuff. You keep your eyes closed and spoon more ice cream into your mouth. You hear and feel some shifting around you, and are pleasantly surprised to feel lips and fingers caressing you as you eat.
"Yes, yes, that's it," Val whispers.
You feel yourself blush, but continue eating. You're certainly no stranger to indulgence, but this might be the first time you've truly been encouraged to overeat by either of your girlfriends. You're a little scared by how good it feels. You keep eating, enjoying every bite of the ice cream and every gentle kiss and brush from your girlfriends. You settle into the moment, losing yourself in a haze of sweet cream and sweet touch. At some point, you feel a set of hands opening the button on your pants, but you make no effort to resist.
You blush but also gasp with excitement when you feel your zipper opened up as well. Your raging erection springs up but you're a little surprised with where you next feel some hands. Somebody's hands slip under your shirt and start rubbing gentle circles on your stomach. You continue to blush, and you're not sure if it's from the pleasure coursing through your body or from embarrassment.
The spell is broken when you hear a scraping sound from your carton. You open your eyes and see that the ice cream carton is almost empty. You unintentionally make a disappointed noise and scrape together whatever remnants you can find, then spoon them into your mouth. You then glance around to see Val and Lena beaming down at you, their hands still running over your body. Lena speaks up first, whispering, "That felt good, didn't it? Eating all that sweet ice cream?"
Your face flushes bright red and you nod, unable to form words.
"Want to do it again?" Val asks.
Your stomach burbles uncomfortably after all the rich food you've put into it. You make a face and reply, "Not right away."
Val giggles, "I didn't mean right now, you goofus."
Lena's hand runs up your arm and she puts her head on your shoulder. You let out a sigh, enjoying the affectionate moment while leaning back. Despite your stomach, you're beginning to feel sleepy and content.
Val giggles again, "Lena, you're so evil. I had no idea it was so easy to persuade Anon to stuff himself!"
Lena's hand runs through your hair as she whispers back, "I know, but what can I say? I know what I like."
You chuckle and kiss her.
"Hey, I did agree to do it. And it does feel good, I have to admit."
Val laughs warmly again, and she gently rests her head on your chest. "C'mon," she says, "Let's get you someplace more comfy than this table."
Lena grumbles a bit at having to move, and you heft yourself up and shift over to settle into the couch. In no time, your girlfriends have resumed their cuddling of you and each other.
"Since it doesn't look like we'll be going anywhere soon, mind if I turn on the TV?" Val asks.
"Please, by all means," Lena says.
"Thanks." Val flips through the channels and stops on a public access broadcast. "Oh, this is going to be very interesting."
Lena squirms closer to you and leans into your side. The show is a panel discussion focusing on issues related to local politics. Several city officials are on the show, being questioned by the audience.
"So here's the thing," one of the officials says. "The city has been running a budget deficit for the past few years, so we have been forced to look for savings wherever we can."
The panel continues on like this, mostly focused on fairly mundane issues. You know it's important stuff, but you just can't bring yourself to listen closely, especially with a full belly and your lovely sleepy girlfriends on either side of you.
"There's another city council meeting next week," says one of the officials.
Your haze of tiredness falls away immediately as you recognize the new speaker.
"Motherfucker..." You hiss, as the girls react to your outburst, "Theo Zarsky, you asshole..."
"What?" asks Val. "Who's Theo Zarsky?"
"He's the guy who's talking right now on the TV. He made my old job a lot harder than it needed to be."
"Oh."
"I'm certain he's on the take, even if nobody can prove it," you mutter.
The Assemblyman Zarsky on the TV predictably takes no notice of your umbrage, chatting away with a plastic smile.
Val nuzzles up next to you and kisses your cheek, "C'mon Anon, I remember how miserable your old job made you, let's watch something else?"
Sighing, you put your arm around Val's shoulder and pull her close. You give Lena a firm squeeze with your other arm, and she responds in kind.
Val hands the remote to Lena, who then starts flipping through channels.
"Let's watch that home-improvement show," says Val. "I'm curious how they do that."
The three of you lay back and cuddle for a bit, as you watch the workers on the TV remodel an old bathroom. The contractors talk about how the old marble is too porous, and the cement won't hold if the tub is extended too far.
Eventually the episode ends, and Lena checks the time on her phone. She makes a disappointed face and says, "I should probably haul myself back home, since I've got work tomorrow."
"Are you sure?" Val asks.
"Yeah..." Lena replies solemnly.
Val leans across you and shares a long kiss with Lena, then says, "Ok sweetie. But I want you to know that you can stay over any time you like.”
Lena makes a happy noise and replies, "Thanks Val, but wouldn't your bed get a little small?”
Val shrugs and says, "I like being cozy, and so does Anon."
Your goofy smile prompts a giggle from Lena.
She squeezes Val's hand and says, "I'll be back tomorrow, I promise."
You and Val pepper Lena with kisses, then help her to her feet. Her stomach is still very full and rounded, and you just can't stop yourself from planting some extra kisses on it. She smiles indulgently and says, "That's so sweet, but I really need to get going."
Reluctantly, you head back to the dining table and retrieve Lena's skirt.
By the time you get back to the living room, Val's got a shirt back on and Lena has done up her buttons. Her purple blouse looks visibly strained, and she looks at her skirt in your hands with a sour expression.
"Ugh damnit, that was already too tight to begin with. And that was before I stuffed myself silly," she whines.
You hand Lena her skirt and she slowly starts putting it on, impeded by her bloated belly. It takes a bit of grumbling and huffing, plus a little help from Val, but Lena manages to fit into her skirt. The problem comes from the zipper. Lena thinks for a moment, then sighs and laughs and decides to leave it undone.
"Might as well get used to the feeling of outgrowing clothes, since I won't be getting any smaller," she remarks.
Her outfit is nominally decent again, but there's no hiding her stomach, which bulges over her waistband and underneath her blouse. She tries in vain to cover up a bit, but gives up and lets some tummy show with a slightly embarrassed laugh. Satisfied with her new look, Lena smiles seductively at Val, who returns the gesture with an equally coy smile.
Val purrs, "Next time we'll make sure you can't fit back into your clothes."
"Oooh, can't say I'd hate that," Lena says, and nips at Val's ear.
Val pulls Lena in close once again, and draws you in as well for a final three-way hug.
Lena eventually squirms free and pulls away, then grabs her bag and turns to leave.
"I had a great night! Bye, see you two soon," she says sweetly, then heads out the door.
"She's really lovely," you say.
"Yeah, she's awesome," Val says.
"I know it's still new, but I've got a really good feeling about this whole poly thing still."
"Mmmm, I can't argue with those feelings. I'm glad you're into her."
"You're both so great. I'm really happy right now," you say.
"Me too," Val says.
"Let's keep it that way, okay?"
Val pulls you in tight, wrapping her arms around you and kissing your forehead.
"I absolutely intend to, sweetie. I think we're doing good, just that we shouldn't get complacent and take anything for granted, ok? If you're feeling jealous or neglected, make sure you let me know!"
"I never feel neglected by you, Val. You're an amazing lover, and I'm very lucky to have you as a girlfriend," you say.
Val pulls you in tighter, and you can practically feel the affection radiating off of her. "Aw, you're making me blush," she says.
"I love you," you say, giving her a kiss.
"I love you too," Val says, then pulls away to look you in the eyes and smile.
"Go rest on the couch, I know how full you are. I'll clear the table and handle the dishes," you say.
"You sure?"
"Yeah, just relax. I'll take care of everything."
"Alright, I will."
You turn to head to the dining area and start collecting dishes and silverware. There's basically no leftovers, so you scrape the few remaining morsels into the trash and load dishes into the dishwasher. You fill a glass with water, then another, and head to the living room. You plop down on the couch as Val is looking for something else to watch on TV.
"I thought you were taking care of the dishes?" she says.
"I did. Just threw everything into the dishwasher," you reply, and hand Val one of the glasses. She takes a healthy slug, then hands it off to you.
You put the glasses down on the coffee table then lay back. She stretches out next to you with her head on your chest. You channel surf for a bit, then you both get some texts from Lena. You all exchange cutsey messages for a while before Lena turns in for bed. By this time, Val is looking pretty tired too.
You decide to turn off the TV and go to bed with Val. The two of you change and wind down rather quickly, and almost as soon as you nestle into the sheets, you're out like a light.